#for the love of understanding. ⟹ headcanons.

[dreaming-of-tae]

♡ skz finding out they're dating an idol

How'd They Find Out? How'd They React? How'd They Handle It?

➜ fluff/angst w/ comfort . gn!reader

ch : bangchan . leeknow . changbin . hyunjin . han . felix . seungmin . i.n

warnings : emotional conflict / angst , mild cursing / intensity: (very mild) , romantic themes , mentions of fame/idol industry pressures

[﹒notes] - My first straykids post!! hope you guys enjoy this as I put a lot of time in ✩ as of now my requests are open so if you have any requests feel free to send them in~ These headcanon/stories are written in a more angsty way, because of how serious being an idol is ♡

Bang Chan (방찬)

You and Chan had been dating in private for nearly a year. It wasn’t exactly a secret relationship, but both of you kept it far away from the public eye. You were always vague about your career, describing yourself as “in the entertainment industry” but never elaborating. You always told yourself you’d come clean eventually — once the time was right.

But the truth was, you were an idol preparing to debut with a major company. And when your group finally debuted, everything changed.

The news came out not from you, but through the industry grapevine. JYP staff began murmuring about a new rookie group shaking the charts — and Chan’s ears perked up when he heard your name associated with them.

At first, he thought it was a coincidence. Maybe someone who just had the same name. But then he saw the teaser.

Your face.

Your voice.

Your debut.

He watched the performance in his studio late one night, headphones in, heart pounding. He didn't even realize he was gripping the armrest of his chair until his fingers went numb. It wasn't just that you were an idol. It was the fact that you'd kept it from him — someone who prided himself on being open, trustworthy, and understanding in relationships.

When you finally walked into his studio the next day, it was quiet. Too quiet.

He didn’t yell. Chan never did. But his silence was louder than any shouting could be.

“You debuted,” he said, not looking up from his laptop.

You tried to explain — how scared you were, how much pressure you were under, how much you wanted to tell him but didn’t want to ruin your shot or involve him in any scandal. Your voice cracked, but you kept going.

“I wasn’t hiding you, I was hiding me,” you told him, near tears.

He leaned back, staring at the ceiling, exhaling slowly.

“You know I’d never be mad at you for chasing your dream,” he said softly. “But... I thought we were in this together. I thought we shared everything.”

That line stung more than anything.

It takes time. Chan isn’t one to hold grudges, but he feels things deeply. He spends days reflecting — not just on your relationship, but on what it meant for you to feel like you couldn’t trust him with something so big.

Eventually, he reaches out, asking to meet. This time, he's warmer, a little more relaxed.

“You looked incredible on stage,” he admits, smiling shyly. “I’m proud of you.”

He apologizes for his coldness, but also asks you to let him in — even when things are messy, complicated, or scary. “We’re idols,” he says. “We know this life isn’t easy. But I want to share it with you.”

From that point on, he’s your biggest supporter — attending shows in secret, leaving notes in your dressing room when he can, and giving you vocal tips late at night.

He doesn’t love that your schedules now clash and your careers are public property, but he accepts it. Because at the end of the day, you’re still you — and he’s still the guy who fell in love with you, long before the world knew your name.

Lee Know (리노)

Minho had always suspected you were “more than you let on.” The way you carried yourself, the way you avoided certain questions, the way your phone always lit up with messages from people labeled only with emojis. You were mysterious — something he found intriguing.

You’d been together quietly for a little over six months, and while Minho wasn’t the kind of guy to push boundaries, he was observant. Very observant.

Then it happened — your group dropped a surprise debut showcase.

And there you were. Center stage. Flawless. Charismatic. An idol.

Minho sat there in his dorm room, your face filling his screen, members buzzing around him, exclaiming “Wait — isn’t that…?”

He didn’t say a word.

Just stared.

And then left the room.

You knew you had to tell him — and you were already on your way over when your phone started buzzing. A message from Minho: “We need to talk.”

When you arrived, his expression was unreadable. Arms crossed, leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting hours.

“So,” he said, voice clipped. “Anything you want to share?”

You tried to explain — the contracts, the company’s PR strategy, your own fears. But Minho’s eyebrows raised.

“Don’t tell me it was all about timing. You had months.”

His voice was sharper than usual. He wasn’t angry in the explosive way — he was angry in the quiet, disappointed way that only someone who’s truly hurt can be.

“I don’t care that you’re an idol,” he finally said. “I care that you didn’t trust me enough to be honest.”

You stood there, feeling like the world had dropped out from under you.

But you didn’t give up. You reached for his hand. “Minho… I didn’t know how. I didn’t want you to think I was using you. Or lying. Or trying to compete. I was scared I’d lose you.”

Something shifted in his expression at that.

Lee Know doesn’t forgive easily — but he does listen.

It takes a long conversation, a lot of silence, and a few sarcastic jabs (“So do I have to call you sunbaenim now?”), but eventually, he lets down the walls again.

Minho is surprisingly vulnerable when you crack through the tough outer shell. He opens up about how he’s always struggled with trust — how hard it is to feel close to people when the industry is full of masks.

“But I want to trust you,” he admits quietly, “so let me.”

From then on, he becomes fiercely protective. He never shows it in dramatic ways, but it’s there — the texts checking in after your late-night schedules, the hand squeeze before a big stage, the teasing messages when you post a killer performance.

He’ll never say “I’m your number one fan” out loud, but he doesn’t have to.

He’s the one watching your fancams at 2 AM when he thinks no one’s looking. The one who subtly retweets your group’s success through fan accounts. The one who learns your choreography just to mockingly dance it in front of you — only to get every step exactly right.

Changbin (창빈)

Dating Changbin had been like finding home. He was warm, goofy, emotionally intelligent, and one of the few idols who knew how to switch off the performance face when the cameras were gone. You met him through a mutual friend, and your relationship bloomed over late-night ramen, playlists, and gym sessions.

He knew you were “in music,” but you always steered the conversation away when it got too close to your career specifics.

You’d rehearsed how to tell him the truth so many times. But your company’s unexpected early debut announcement forced your hand before you were ready. One minute, you were planning your next date with him; the next, your debut stage was trending on Twitter.

He didn’t find out from you.

He found out on Instagram, scrolling through hashtags, when a photo of you in full stage makeup from a press showcase filled his feed. He blinked, confused.

Wait. That was you. Center stage. Surrounded by dancers. Dressed in a designer outfit.

The caption read: [Name], center of [Group Name], the next big thing in K-pop.

He sat in stunned silence, your unopened text from earlier still sitting on his phone screen.

It read: “Can we talk later tonight? Please.”

You showed up to his studio hours later, already anticipating the hurt in his eyes.

He wasn’t angry — not in the explosive sense. But Changbin felt things deeply, and that depth was now tinged with betrayal.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly, fingers fiddling with the drawstring on his hoodie. “Was I… just someone to pass time with until you debuted?”

You rushed to explain — how scared you were of being seen as someone using him, how your company warned you not to get involved romantically before debut, how you’d planned to tell him when the timing felt safer.

“I didn’t want you to see me differently,” you whispered.

“I already saw you,” he said. “The real you. That’s why it hurts.”

Changbin spirals a bit. Not dramatically — but internally. He overthinks, questions every moment, replays your interactions, wondering if there were signs he missed. But despite all the confusion and hurt, he doesn’t give up on you.

He just needs time.

You give him space, unsure if he’ll reach back out — but a few days later, he does. He texts you a selfie of him holding up your debut album, captioned: “I still meant it when I said I liked you. That hasn’t changed.”

When you meet again, the air is gentler. You talk — really talk. He admits his insecurities. You show him your practice clips and share how long you’ve dreamed of this.

From that point on, he becomes your unofficial hype man. He studies your choreo so he can do your fanchants, sneaks your songs into his playlists, and even writes a verse about you for a mixtape — cryptic enough not to be obvious, but personal enough that you know.

His love is loud, even if his pain was quiet. And in the end, he never stops believing in you — or the version of you he fell for long before the lights hit your stage.

Hyunjin (현진)

Being with Hyunjin felt like walking through an art museum — every moment was soaked in feeling, beauty, and subtle intensity. He was affectionate, expressive, and deeply attentive. He'd write little poems for you, draw doodles on your hands when you were bored, and always looked at you like you were a masterpiece.

You adored him for that. And it made keeping your secret even harder.

Your debut had been quietly brewing for over a year, and your company was famously strict. Dating wasn’t just frowned upon — it was a career risk. So you said nothing, afraid to jeopardize your shot or his.

But when your group's debut MV dropped and the internet lit up with reactions, it didn’t take long for Hyunjin to put the pieces together. He knew your mannerisms, your eyes, the tilt of your head. He recognized you instantly.

But what crushed him wasn’t that you were an idol.

It was that he had to find out with the rest of the world.

You found him in his apartment the next evening — music off, curtains drawn, sketchbook open but untouched. He looked up when you entered, his eyes unreadable.

“Why didn’t you trust me with this?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You sat beside him, heart thudding, and told him everything — the fears, the company’s threats, the guilt. You confessed how each day that passed without telling him made it harder to come clean. How you hated yourself for not trusting the person who treated you like you hung the stars.

“I wanted to protect what we had,” you said. “But I ended up hurting you.”

He didn’t respond for a long while. Then, slowly, he handed you his sketchbook.

Inside was a drawing of you — in your debut outfit, mid-performance, surrounded by stage lights. But your eyes in the sketch were sad. Lonely.

“I drew this after I saw the video,” he said. “Because I knew you weren’t celebrating.”

Hyunjin is emotional, yes — but he’s also wise beyond his years. He doesn’t push you away. Instead, he leans into his feelings, into the pain, and finds a way to make art out of it.

He asks for honesty moving forward, no matter how difficult. And you promise.

He becomes your quiet anchor — someone who understands the duality of fame and intimacy. He starts leaving notes in your bag before fanmeets, texts you affirmations after live stages, and watches your content with tears in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

Sometimes, it’s hard — when your names are trending for different reasons, when rumors swirl, when the distance grows. But Hyunjin never stops showing up. He creates playlists titled “For When You’re Tired” and draws little comics of your imaginary life if you were just two art students instead of idols.

And though he found out the truth in a way that broke his heart, he still chooses you — every version of you.

The star version of you.

And the person behind both.

Han (한)

Dating Jisung was like living in a comedy-drama series with the most chaotic yet golden-hearted lead. He was silly, loud, unpredictable — but beneath it all, he had the most fragile heart and softest soul. He constantly sought reassurance and was always the first to make you laugh when things got heavy.

You connected through mutual friends at a casual get-together, and from day one, he made it clear how serious he was about you — in his goofy, offbeat way. You’d always deflected questions about your career by saying you were “training in music production” or “working behind the scenes,” and he never pushed you too hard.

Until your debut hit the internet.

Jisung wasn’t scrolling for gossip. He was looking for new music releases when he saw the thumbnail: your name — your face — and a “Debut MV” tag.

He clicked without thinking. Half-curious. Half-worried.

As the video played and your voice rang through his speakers, reality cracked open.

His first reaction? Shock — mouth open, hands paused in midair, eyes wide.

Then came confusion. And then silence.

When you texted him later that day with a simple: “Can we talk? Please.” — he didn’t answer right away.

Not because he was angry.

Because his brain was moving at 200mph, and his heart was dragging behind.

He met you that night outside the dorms — hoodie on, hands in his pockets, face unreadable.

“You’re an idol?” he asked softly. “All this time?”

You explained everything — the contracts, the NDAs, your fear of losing him. The guilt of holding something so big back.

His lip twitched. “You thought I wouldn’t be okay with it? Or… you didn’t trust me enough to try?”

The pain in his voice wasn’t loud. It was wounded, quiet, like a joke that didn’t land.

“I tell you everything,” he added. “Every stupid fear. Every song lyric I write. Every dream. You’ve heard me at my worst.”

He wasn’t yelling. He was disappointed. And that hurt more than if he had screamed.

Jisung needs time to process. He hides in his music — writes endless lyrics about masks, mirrors, and miscommunication. He makes jokes to his members to downplay how confused he feels, but you can tell it sits heavy on his chest.

Then one night, he calls you — just your name, softly.

“Come to the studio.”

When you arrive, he plays you a demo — raw vocals, stripped beat, lyrics that feel like reading his heart on a page.

“You danced in the dark / while I thought we were in the light / I loved you blind / but now I see in black and white…”

You sit in silence when it ends.

“I wrote it the night I found out,” he says. “But it’s not a goodbye song.”

You exhale shakily. “Then what is it?”

“It’s a ‘try again’ song.”

From then on, he’s different — more open about his fears, but also fiercely protective of your dream. He teases you about “idol mode,” helps you brainstorm stage names, even gives you random awards like “Best Outfit Slay” and “Most Likely to Outshine Me.”

He’s scared, yes. But love — real love — makes him brave enough to stay.

Felix (필릭스)

Dating Felix was like basking in warmth. He had that rare kind of energy — grounding, healing, and gentle. You met during a joint industry charity event, and your connection was instant. He was attentive, deeply curious about you, and always made you feel like the most important person in the room.

But from the start, you knew he was honest to a fault. Felix didn’t play games. He gave love openly, and he expected that same vulnerability in return.

Which is why you feared telling him the truth: that you were on the verge of debuting as an idol, that your company had forbidden any public or even private relationships without disclosure, and that you were falling for him faster than you ever expected.

Felix found out through a mutual friend — accidentally.

Someone sent him a message: “Isn’t this your girlfriend?” with a screenshot of a teaser poster.

Your face. Center of a highly anticipated girl group debut.

He stared at it, brows furrowed, phone shaking in his hand.

He didn’t speak to anyone about it. He waited until he could see you.

When you met up, he didn’t waste time. He held up the image on his phone.

“You’re debuting?” he asked, tone heartbreakingly calm.

You nodded, ready for the storm. But it never came.

He took a step back, swallowing hard. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You fumbled for the words — how you feared jeopardizing your career, how you thought if you waited just a little longer, it would be easier.

“But you let me love you,” he said quietly. “Without the truth.”

The pain wasn’t in his words — it was in his eyes.

Felix isn’t someone who gives up easily. But he also doesn’t let himself be treated like an afterthought. He takes a step back — not to punish you, but to center himself.

He talks to Chan. To his sister. He journaled a lot. He tried to understand whether your secrecy was about mistrust, or fear, or something else entirely.

Eventually, he meets with you again — on a quiet rooftop, where he used to go when the trainee life felt too heavy.

“I’ve had my own secrets too,” he says, staring at the skyline. “But I’ve always believed love needs honesty, or it won’t last.”

You nod, tears in your eyes. “I’m ready to be honest. Now. With everything.”

He looks at you then — really looks. And he smiles.

Not his fan-service smile.

But his smile. The one only people he loves get to see.

“You were always a star,” he says. “I guess now the rest of the world gets to see it too.”

From that point on, Felix becomes your safest place. He watches all your stages, encourages your self-care, and finds clever ways to support you publicly without ever exposing your relationship.

He’s proud of you.

And he reminds you every day: that you can shine in the spotlight and still be held in love — safely, quietly, fiercely — when the lights go down.

Seungmin (승민)

Seungmin wasn’t the type to fall easily, but when he did, it was intentional. You’d met him through a friend who worked in radio, and what started as casual banter turned into long coffee shop dates filled with dry humor and quiet companionship.

He liked that you were grounded. You shared thoughts about music, books, even your frustrations with the entertainment industry. But whenever he asked specifics about your work, you deflected — said you were “support staff,” or “still finding your path.” He respected your privacy. He always did.

That is, until your face showed up unexpectedly on a massive LED screen in Hongdae — part of a pre-debut countdown campaign for a new girl group.

It took him a few seconds to register that it was you.

Wearing stage makeup. In costume. Smiling like the whole world was finally seeing the dream you’d been hiding.

That night, you showed up to his apartment without asking. You knew he’d seen it.

He didn’t yell. That wasn’t Seungmin.

He opened the door, stepped aside, and let you in. The silence wasn’t cold — it was focused. You sat across from him on the couch, bracing yourself.

He finally spoke, voice calm but painfully steady: “How long were you going to keep it from me?”

You tried to explain — the non-disclosure, the risk of rumors, the company’s iron grip on trainee relationships. But as you spoke, he stared down at his hands, barely blinking.

“Do you know how many people I’ve pushed away because I didn’t think they could handle my world?” he asked quietly. “I chose you. And you couldn’t even give me the truth.”

It stung. Not because he was angry — but because he wasn’t. He sounded tired.

You reached out to touch his hand, but he gently pulled it back.

“I just need time to think,” he said. “About whether we’ve both been in the same relationship this whole time.”

Seungmin goes quiet for a few days. Not out of malice, but because he doesn’t do emotional decisions impulsively. He talks to his members. He takes long walks. He listens to music without lyrics — classical, instrumental, film scores — trying to find his own voice in the noise.

Eventually, he texts you: “I want to talk. In person.”

When you meet again, he’s still calm — but different. Not guarded. Resolved.

“I’m not angry that you’re an idol,” he says. “I’m proud. I’ve always known there was something special in you.”

He takes your hand.

“But I need honesty. Even when it’s messy. Even when it might hurt.”

You promise — this time without deflection.

From then on, Seungmin becomes your quiet protector. He won’t show it in grand gestures, but in consistent ones — sending you your favorite coffee before music shows, editing your practice videos with helpful notes, reminding you not to lose yourself in the chaos of fame.

He’s still skeptical sometimes — especially when fans speculate, or when your schedules keep you apart. But his love isn’t loud. It’s reliable.

And when he sees you on stage for the first time, he smiles — not because you’re an idol, but because you’re still you. And that’s who he fell for.

I.N (아이엔)

Jeongin had always been playful, gentle, a little shy in interviews — but in real life, he’d grown into someone confident and self-aware. He laughed easily, cared deeply, and had a surprisingly steady presence beneath the youthful energy.

You met him during a vocal workshop and bonded over late-night convenience store runs and shared Spotify playlists. He admired how humble and grounded you were — never knowing that underneath it all, you were hiding a career just weeks away from exploding.

When your debut came, it wasn’t a slow reveal.

It was a bombshell.

You were the surprise center of a new girl group with a viral pre-debut TikTok campaign. Fancams. Headlines. Trending hashtags.

Jeongin was in the dorm, half-laughing with Han over snacks, when Felix’s phone buzzed.

“Wait — isn’t this Y/N?”

And the room went quiet.

He didn’t text you.

He didn’t call.

Instead, he waited — unsure whether to confront you, or wait for you to explain.

You beat him to it, showing up the next evening with a bag of tteokbokki and a soft apology.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”

His smile was polite, but distant.

“I guess I never really knew you, huh?” he said, softly.

That broke your heart more than yelling would’ve.

“I didn’t lie,” you said. “I just… hid. Because I thought if you saw the whole picture, you’d treat me like a brand, not a person.”

His expression softened, but he looked down at his hands.

“I didn’t fall for a brand,” he whispered. “I fell for someone who laughed at my dumb jokes, who sang off-key with me at karaoke, who looked me in the eye like I mattered.”

You blinked back tears.

“And you still matter,” you said. “More than any debut. More than any stage.”

Jeongin surprises you.

He’s more mature than people give him credit for. After a few days of reflection, he comes to you — with questions, yes, but also with his heart open.

He asks about your training. About your fears. About your dreams — not your image.

Once he understands it wasn’t about deceit, but about survival, he forgives you. Fully.

And from that moment on, he becomes your safe place. He checks in before every big performance. Sends you goofy voice notes to cheer you up. Hypes you up anonymously online with burner accounts. Leaves little gifts in your locker when your schedules cross paths.

But he also keeps you accountable.

“When we’re together,” he says, “it’s not idol to idol. It’s just you and me. Real. No masks.”

He doesn’t treat you like glass. He treats you like a partner. Equal. Respected.

And when he watches you on stage, he claps the loudest — not because he’s watching an idol rise.

But because he’s watching his person do what they were born to do.

[twdfemmefetal]

Daryl Dixon Headcanon

How Daryl acts when he has a crush on you ⭒

Can’t look you in the eyes for shit

Daryl keeps his eyes far away from your line of sight. As if you couldn’t already tell he was more nervous around you than with anybody else, he fears catching your gaze because the mere thought of you being able to read what’s behind them and discovering his secret infactuation for you is mortifying. "Hey, Dar, can you show me where this part of the map leads?" You said as you approached a busy Daryl working on his bike. The archer pulled a rag from his back pocket to wipe off the grease from his hands and kept his distance from you as much as possible. "Ye, which area ya talk'm bout?" You turned to face him and connected your gaze with his. His eyes were blue, ocean blue. You didn't realize how beautiful the Georgia light made them stand out, but what you couldn't help but shake was the slight twinkle in his eyes. Daryl dropped the map he held and quickly shifted his eyes from you. "Fuck m'sorry ." Daryl shook his head and couldn't help but feel embarrassed at his clumsiness. His face turned tomato red as he watched you bend to pick it up with a soft chuckle. "It's okay!" With trembling hands, Daryl took the map from you again and hurried up with an answer.

Always brings you something extra

Daryl can’t help but think of you on his runs or hunting trips. When he passes a clothing rack, he always thinks of what colors or types of clothing would look good on you. He brings the clothes back in the guise of expanding the wardrobe for the people in the prison, knowing you’d always get first grabs at the clothes since you help take inventory. Daryl's lip quirks up when he sees you flaunting the shirt he picked for you, knowing how beautiful you would look in it. "Nice shirt." Daryl would comment, eyeing you just enough to savor the sight but not enough to show you how telling his gaze was.

Defends you, anytime, anywhere, whether you're present or not

As Daryl's crush on you grew stronger, his need to protect you grew exponentially. Daryl felt a desire to defend your honor, name, and what you stood for. In this world, you were becoming his light in a dark place. Having a short temper didn't help, especially when people had your name in their mouths. "We need volunteers to go look for supplies." Rick piped up. Daryl's eyes shifted to those who raised their hands, Glenn, Dale, T Dog, and you. His eyes widen slightly, shifting anxiously. The thought of you out there put him on edge. "Why don't ya just sit back and look pretty sweetheart, let the men handle this." Shane chuckled at your enthusiasm. "Dont talk to er' like that unless ya want an arrow up yer ass." Daryl practically growled at Shane, defending you from his misogynistic comments. You heard the other guys snort and flashed Daryl a soft smile, a silent 'thank you' as a mutual understanding between you two. Daryl nodded back at you in response, knowing he always has your back. Eventually, the group would understand that Daryl didn't play about you, and would start to assume something was going on between the both of you.

Lingering hands....can't help but find any excuse to touch you

Daryl is pretty good at staying restrained. He's not like other men; when he crushed on you, he crushed hard. He tried everything to not let his perversions of you unravel. How much he thought about loving you, touching you, and feeling you. At some point, he couldn't hold back. He couldn't help but let his fingers linger on you, whether it was to move you out of his way softly, or just to make sure to grab you while the group had separated after the fall of the prison. He always needed you near. You were bored, beyond belief, as Rick was explaining a new strategy of where to look for supplies near Alexandria. "Does anyone wanna volunteer to go? We need two people." You were the first to raise your hand, and quickly after, Daryl did as well. You glanced up at him with a soft smirk, he nodded at you in response, and Rick dismissed the meeting, causing everyone to leave the room as Rick was now to give you both the rundown. As you and Daryl started to head out of the house, you couldn't help but feel your legs turn to jelly when Daryl placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the house. You looked up at him and shot him a soft smile. He didn't dare to see the look on your face when he did that. He didn't know why it felt like second nature, but god did he love it.

Jealous when anyone else makes you laugh or smile

Daryl didn't make it easy when it came to showing that he had feelings for you; in fact, you didn't believe it at first, no matter how many times Carol tried to tell you. It also didn't help that he would practically act like you're invisible anytime he was around you, not giving you the time of day to try to interact with you, let alone get to know you better. But deep down, it was the complete opposite of that, Daryl was so down bad for you, that when he saw Spencer making you laugh just a few feet away from his and Carol's porch, he felt his blood boil. The way you were flashing Spencer a cheeky smile, with a small twinkle in your eyes, and how you would softly nudge Spencer's shoulder when he made a “joke”. He couldn't control his anger anymore. He couldn’t help it; his feet were on the concrete before he could even process. He was up and walking towards you guys when he saw Spencer tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Aye, girl, ya mind helpin' me out with sum?” Daryl would ask you while shooting daggers in Spencer’s direction. “Of course, Daryl! Anything for you.” You were beyond grateful for Daryl showing up in the middle of Spencer’s unwanted flirting. As you made your way towards Daryl, he placed a hand on the small of your lower back, guiding you along with him. You couldn’t help but blush as you felt his thumb softly rub against your exposed skin. Daryl couldn’t help but glare one last time behind his shoulder, making sure Spencer understood you were his.

Showing you how to hunt, survive, finding more excuses to get you alone with him

Daryl, as we all know, isn't the type to tell you he willingly wants to spend alone time with you. He would have to find excuses to get you to come on runs, hunts, and rides with him. He wouldn't allow you to see what he truly felt for you by showing you that it was just a guise for something more meaningful for him. “Girl, do ya wanna learn how to survive or not?” Daryl would scoff out as you looked up at him from your seat. “Daryl it’s just so damn early, why do we have to do this at the ass crack of dawn?” You couldn’t help but whine as you tried to wake up, softly rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Daryl just shook his head in response and grabbed onto your forearm, jostling you up and along with him down into the covers of the Georgia forest. Some time later, you and Daryl would be emerging from the tree line. You would be smiling from ear to ear when you had finally managed to crack Daryl and made him laugh at one of your jokes. But the pleading question returned to your mind once more. And you couldn't wait to hold it in anymore. "Daryl, why do you only take me with you?" He shot you a questioning glance and tensed up at your intrusive question. "C-cause yer' the only one with a god damn brain around here tha's why." His hesitation caught your ears, and it was impossible to miss the crimson hue that had quickly crept up to his cheeks and ears.

Angry outbursts at himself after he says something that could possibly hurt your feelings

It wouldn't take much to get on Daryl's nerves, but when he is crushing on someone, he would make the extra effort to sensor his words around you. Make sure to let out his anger on others and other objects before he would ever let it out on you, but Daryl isn't perfect, he would slip up sometimes and incidently hurt your feeling without meaning to. "God dammit woman, its like ya got shit for brains sum' times ya know that?!!" You flinched at the tone of his voice. You were used to his moods, his outbursts on others, but not on you, not like this. As much as you wanted to yell at him, cry, fight back in some sort of way, instead you chose to walk away. Daryl knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't have said what he said to you that night; he was just so angry with how you almost went out of your way and almost got hurt on the run with him. He felt terrible, and wanted to hurt himself for how bad he hurt you. That same night, as you walked towards your cell to sleep for the night, you saw a single white rose laid out on your pillow. You couldn't help but let out a soft smile when realized that this was the archers way of apologizing. Daryl was never the type to verbally express himself, but for you, you understood just what he meant.

Big ol' softie to you once he gets comfortable with you

It would be no easy task to break Daryl out of his shell. But with trust, determination, and patience, you were soon rewarded by a very cuddly, protective Daryl. Once he gets comfortable enough and has expressed his feelings to you, Daryl acts like a big ol' teddy bear whenever he comes to bed at night's end. NO ONE can see him this way but you. He simply wouldn't allow people to see his soft side unless it was his lover. After a three-day run with Glenn, Daryl's return to the prison was finally the reassurance you needed to be able to relax once more. You knew that longer runs were typically riskier, and if they are prolonged any longer than they need to be, you always fear that something bad will happen. But once Carl had opened those gates and you heard his motorcycle's revving, you were ecstatic to see his face. You couldn't wait any longer as you latched your arms around his neck. Daryl wrapped his arm around your waist while he held the crossbow in the other hand, burying his neck in the crook of your neck. "Im so happy you're home, I missed you, D." His warm chuckle made you let him go as you softly looked up at him. "I missed ya, too, bunny."

[belovedenzo]

nsfw theodore nott headcanons…

various sexually explicit headcanons w/ bf! theo

┃words; 1.4k

┃notes; just some things about bf! theo sex. this is my first theo post so I hope you enjoy it !

┃ warnings; NSFW MDNI 18+. toxic! theo. explicit and kinky themes.

┃ Dominant. No matter how tired or lazy he’s feeling, Theo always likes it best when he’s in control. Watching you squirm and lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, provides him with best high imaginable. He thinks it’s cute if you ever try and make him submit in any way but no matter how hard you may try, you always end up at his mercy.

┃ Sharing. It’s a guilty pleasure of his to watch the eyes of his closest friends eye your figure up and down when you walk into the room. At first it made him see red but once he became confident that you are his and no one else’s- he finds it cute. The idea that any of them think they could have some of you amuses him- the sight of them pining after you even started to turn him on. Eventually he may even let one of them fuck you in front of him, on his terms of course. Mattheo… if you were wondering.

┃ High sex. When you two finally get alone time together- Theo loves to spend it smoking joints in what ever spot he chose that day. Muggle weed has always had it’s way of putting him in the mood- it doesn’t take long before his lips and tongue are all over you. When he’s high he loves to take his time with you, his touch much more gentle that it typically is. He even lasts longer than he usually does, causing you to ache the next morning. ache so good

┃ Brat tamer. If he feels disrespected by you in any way you can except to be face down ass up by the end of the day. If you do something that rubs him just right the wrong way he makes sure that you understand what you did wrong while he’s deep inside of you. His insults and demands can be half heard through your fucked out conciseness- face stuffed in what ever surface he chose to press it into. You try to apologize over and over through your moans and gasps but he won’t be satisfied till your full of his cum. When Theo decides you need to be tamed he’s not nice about it- if there’s one thing he can’t stand it’s a brat. He loves it.

┃ Protective. No one has the nerve to mess with Theo’s girl- but if they did they’d have to get through him first. He loves to have you on his arm- showing you off like a present. In all truthfulness- watching their jealous eyes wander away quickly as he catches their glance turns him on. Their anxiety and fear that they got caught while his sweet girl is tucked under his broad shoulder. Something about the power he holds in that situation makes him want to fuck you in front of them- all of them.

┃ Face fucking. There’s nothing better than the view Theo gets of your mouth wrapped around his cock- deep down your throat. Tears sit in the corners of your half lidded, blissed out eyes, streaming down the sides of your rosy cheeks while he pushes your limits. He loves having you like this, fist fulls of your hair entagled in his fingers- having full control over your mouth and the pretty little head attached to it. If you try and intervene, punishment will be near in your future so you’ve stopped trying. However he knows you love the attention so the alligator tears don’t fool him.

┃ Thigh Riding. His hands hold onto your hips unyieding- your flesh making contact with his. He has you situated, your legs around the midst of his thigh. It always starts out painfully slow, Theo loves taking his time dipping your hips up and down closer to his thigh to tease your clit with contact. Once he starts giving you that sweet tension your pussy is begging for it doesn’t take long for you to finish all over his firm thigh. He never lets you have control of your own hips while your ride, but you’re always content submitting to him.

┃ Ass guy. Theo loves your ass and that’s final. Of course he thinks all of you is sexy but he can’t deny he’s an ass man. Most of his favorite positions to have you in, include your ass posted up nice and spread for him to see. The way it moves along with the snapping of his hips while he’s fucking you, or the way it shimmies behind you as you walk. It’s a huge turn on for him.

┃ Choking. The place his hands have always gravitated towards has been your neck. Even if it’s an innocent grab at your nape to show affection as you walk through the halls- his hands can be found resting on your neck. More often though, the reasonings aren’t as innocent. This is the best place for him to make you as small and vulnerable as possible. His grip is consistently anchored stiff but depending on his mood he may actually allow you to breathe.

┃ Cheating. Theo loves you- a lot. In fact, the feelings he’s had for you over the course of your relationship have been some of which he’s never experienced before. However that may be hard to believe due to his past of unfaithful actions. If you don’t give him enough attention for what ever reason it may be- Theo will eventually cheat. Some of the reason may be even out of spite, he can be just as vile as he can sweet. Any time you have attempted to stand up for yourself he simply manipulates you into forgiving and forgetting. Aka he makes you cum

┃ High pony tail. Undeniably- there is nothing you can do with your looks to turn him on more than a high pony. The way it pulls all of the hair out of your face has always been a big factor in the ponytail being a favorite but that’s not the only reason. It reminds him of how you look when both of his hands pull your hair back nice and tight- gripping it at the crown of your head to keep it out of the way while he forces his length down your throat. It makes you look sexy and brings back good memories- what’s there not to love?

┃ Mirrors. One reason why Theo loves fucking you in the prefects bathroom- is the mirror. Forcing you to watch yourself get the best dick of your life should be considered a treat. He’s always wanted to show you how fucked out your face looks when your below him and with a mirror- he can do just that. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t also like to watch as he pounds your cheeks from behind, watching you close your eyes in embarresment through the reflection at the slapping sounds. If you keep them closed for too long- he’ll force them back open if he has to, you have to watch. The way your face contorts and emotes amuses him, proving to himself yet again that he has you dick whipped.

┃ Hair tugging. This is one that you’ve almost grown to hate. Not only does Theo love to pull your hair during a usual rough sexcapade- he also does it when he thinks you need to be taught a lesson. Theo has never been afraid to hurt you and you know that- but merlin do you hate the snappy little hair pulls that he does when he doesn’t like something you said or if you disagree with him in front of his friends. Yeah- he has the nerve to do it in front of everybody. His long fingers yank and pull at your longest strands, a small sting kissing your scalp- his way of saying “stop.” When he’s in an extra loving mood he’ll even play with your hair which you love- but if he’s in an extra terrible mood you can except your hair to be yanked just a little harder while he takes his shitty day out on your pussy.

luv, spell

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[halfpsychic]

Dr. Robby x gn!reader Headcanons

Random thoughts I’ve been having about Robby. No warnings. SFW.

* We all know he’s a real yearner (for Collins in canon). He’s a REAL yearner. Will think about that one (1) moment you had alone for weeks on end. Doesn’t want to complicate things at work so he takes forever to make his feelings known. He lives on scraps for months but he’s good at rationing the memories of those quiet moments with you. When thinking about a subtle touch from weeks ago gets old, you’ll smile at him by his locker when you’re getting ready to leave and that is enough for the next few weeks.

* Subtly tries to get your attention. Asks how your days off were, wanting to know if you hung out with any friends, not so subtly asking if you’re single or going on any dates. Notices when you come in late with frazzled eyes, appears with a cup of coffee or a granola bar in hand for you. He’s physical with his coworkers (the way he manhandles Whitaker…), his hand on your shoulder in a gesture of encouragement or guiding your hands with his through a procedure.

* Likes old movies. Meaning anything before (but not limited to) 1980. Cassavetes, Hitchcock, Kubrick (Dr Stangelove), Malick (Days of Heaven and Badlands), Bogdanovich (The Last Picture Show, Paper Moon, Targets), Sidney Lumet, Michael Cimino (The Deer Hunter, Heaven’s Gate, Thunderbolt and Lightfoot), some James Bond movies. Never passes on a Western. Will fall asleep in front of the TV and you have to shake him awake so he can go to bed, which he’ll often protest, claiming he was just resting his eyes. Not entirely opposed to international film (enjoys the occasional Tarkovsky, and it's not pre-80s but you can't tell me Robby doesn't love Wong Kar-wai and In The Mood For Love) but most nights he needs something he can understand with his eyes closed.

* He doesn’t seem like a horror lover but him taking the measles kid’s dad into the Pittfest makeshift morgue makes me think he’d enjoy something like psychological thrillers? Thrillers in general? Funny Games, some David Lynch, The Fugitive, No Country For Old Men, The Taking of Pelham One Two Three (1974). LOVES Heat (1995).

* Reads A Lot. Taking inspiration from Noah Wyle’s various Instagram selfies with books. Will go to tiny bookstores that don’t have any method to their organization, just stacks and stacks of dusty books, and always comes out with an armful. God forbid either of you have to leave the city without the other but Robby will send you selfies with the books he reads. (One time you respond with “that hung smile” and he teases you about it for weeks, after he gets over the initial embarrassment of it.)

* Reads before bed and usually turns his light off after you turn over to close your eyes. When you do roll over, he takes it as his cue to finish up whatever chapter he’s on. He folds up his glasses, the sound of them hitting his nightstand is always a joy to hear because it means he’s going to click off his lamp and wrap his arm around your waist.

* Has a record collection. It’s much smaller than his book collection but still takes up quite a bit of shelf space. Going off of the 1 song he listens to in the show, he gravitates towards r&b, soul, jazz, some blues, some country (Johnny Cash, Kenny Rogers, Townes Van Zandt, etc).

* I love this man but I don’t think he can grill. Burns some hamburgers once and never wheels out the barbecue again.

* At one point he definitely gets a recliner and it becomes his spot. You hate it because you can’t sit with him but that doesn’t stop him from pulling you onto his lap.

* He gets so possessive. Truly cannot stomach the idea of anyone else wanting you, and it’s worse when you’re having an argument and all he can think about is the possibility of you leaving him. If he even thinks anyone else is looking at you he’ll snake an arm around your waist or lean down for a quick kiss. Loves hand holding because it always fends off wandering eyes.

* Before Covid, he’d play poker with Abbot and a few other friends. They were all pretty busy so poker night was limited to once a month at most. Abbot is really good at bluffing and Robby tanks every game because his face turns red when he’s excited or upset with his hand.

* Robby teaches you how to play poker. And various other card games. He'll sit with you at the kitchen table and teach you the rules and the hands. Plays with you to teach you but wins every round. "I didn't say I'd go easy on you."

* When he has a bad day, he gets quiet. He'll lay with his head in your lap just to be close to you. It can be hard to be with an emotionally constipated man at first. He doesn't let you in, he subconsciously self-sabotages his relationships with his lack of communication. His silence has brought many challenges to the relationship. After a while, after the honeymoon phase and many nights going to bed angry, it gets easier. Robby still doesn't like to talk about what's bothering him but he seeks you out for comfort. Maybe he'll talk about the last book he read and how he thinks you'll like it or a record he's been looking for but can't find.

* Has a pair of slippers he wears around the house. It’s been years and they’re starting to fall apart but he refuses to buy a new pair yet. If you buy him a new pair he won’t wear them.

* Eventually takes a lot of candid pictures of you on his phone. He had a film camera he used quite a bit like 15-20 years ago but slowly stopped using it. So he has the photography skills (somewhat) but it takes him a while to get the courage to sneak pictures of you.

* You find a collection of his old photographs and it genuinely shocks you. Since when was he a photographer??? He’d never mentioned it before. He has boxes of photos from his residency (hardly any feature him, though) and lots of Pittsburgh when he first moved there. You beg him to start taking pictures with his film camera again. Another box is filled with photos of you. He likes to document memories this way because it gives him a physical reminder of it happening. Those dates weren’t just a dream. They’re real. He doesn’t spend a lot of time taking photos, though. He’ll snap one or two when the moment is right and not bring it up again. He likes to live in the moment with a little souvenir of it.

* Keeps a little photo of you in his wallet. No matter how long you’ve been dating, catching a glimpse of it when he opens his wallet for his debit card makes his heart stutter.

[theclockonthewall]

Hello , could u pls do mark grayson with a tamaranean!reader girlfriend . Basically headcanons about their relationship and how he teaches her about earth .

A/n: thanks for the ask luvie😘 I'm not too well versed with tamaraneans so I hope this is good enough. This is my first time writing anything ever, so feedback is much appreciated and encouraged.

Word count: 418

Mark grayson x gn!Tamaranean!Reader

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Mark is immediately fascinated by you—your glowing eyes, vibrant energy, and your open way of expressing emotions.

You’re curious about everything on Earth, and Mark finds your enthusiasm adorable, even if it sometimes causes chaos.

Mark becomes your personal tour guide. Museums, amusement parks, fast food joints—he takes you everywhere.

You’re baffled by Earth customs. Why do humans shake hands? Why do they wear shoes indoors? Why is pineapple on pizza a controversy?

Tamaraneans eat everything. Mark is both impressed and terrified when you drink mustard out of the bottle and burn your pancakes on purpose to make them taste better.

Mark tries one of your native Tamaranean dishes and immediately regrets it—he tried washing the taste away for hours.

After a mission almost gone wrong you confess your feelings to him in a terrified state whiteout even realizing it.

You only understand what just happened when he shuts you up with a kiss.

You go on all kinds of dates together after that. From Mark showing you around the world to silent nights on rooftops.

You both love flying together at night—zooming through clouds, racing planes, or just hovering above the city lights.

You once mistook a blimp for a sky-whale and tried to “rescue” it. Mark had to explain it was just advertising a mattress sale.

Tamaraneans feel emotions deeply, and you’re very expressive—randomly kissing Mark mid-fight because you felt proud of him.

Mark gets flustered but adores how passionate and honest you are.

When you get angry, your powers spike, and Mark learns to help you calm down—not by logic, but by matching your emotion with gentle reassurance.

You’re incredibly affectionate with Mark in front of his parents. Debbie is taken aback but finds you sweet.

Nolan is... skeptical. But he relents when he sees how happy Mark is when he's with you.

You and Mark are a terrifyingly effective duo in battle. You’re more aggressive, and he balances it with strategy.

The Guardians of the Globe are shocked when you punch an enemy through a wall, then turn to Mark with the softest smile like “Did I do well, beloved?”

You’re the fiery, chaotic sunshine, and he’s the grounded, awkard, lovable boyfriend.

[rosenclaws]

Headcanons for what the first kiss with each version of Logan would be like 😳👉👈 ty for considering! ☺️

YESS so cute!!

First Kiss with each Logan!

Origins Logan -

So, you work at one of the shops in the small town closest to where Logan lives. He really only makes a trip there once a week but he always shows up on a day where you're working because well...he wants to see you. Its a lot of back and forth flirting until he asks you out to dinner. He makes you dinner in his cabin and you two eat outside and watch the sunset and he absolutely drives you home because he's a gentleman and before he can drive off you lean into the drivers side window and give him a soft peck on the lips before a hurried goodnight falls from your lips and you run to your house and hurry inside. It's like a movie where you close the door and lean back against it, your heart racing while Logan sits in his truck completely in shock but with a smile on his face as he drives off.

Trilogy Logan -

Your first kiss happens after a long mission. Things didn't go the way any of you expected and the confidence you all had going into it was completely drained. Just complete silence on the way home on the jet and even Scott can tell to push the debrief to the next day. Everyone just needed a nap. But sometimes after a mission like that you just can't sleep which is how you find yourself sitting on the kitchen counter eating cereal at 3am. That's where Logan finds you. He can't really sleep either. He would join you on the counter but he doesn't want to break it so he settles for leaning next to you. It starts with playful banter but it turns to something deeper when the mission comes up. You were scared of losing Logan and you know he can heal like crazy but you can't shake it and Logan feels the same way. It's like, he's standing between your legs and his hands are on your arms as he lets you see this vulnerability he rarely shows and you two kiss and it's fucking amazing.

DOFP Logan -

This is my vision alright. You're both professors and it's a totallll flirty will they won't they kind of thing. Classrooms are literally across from each other and everyone can see the two of you are crushing hard but you both enjoy playing this game to see who cracks first. You think Logan will and he thinks you will so it's just. Unbelievable tension that makes everyone so sick of it and wishing the two of you would just give it up and admit your feelings. Which is how a poor student who was just looking for the broom finds the two of you mid make out in the closet after those feelings have finally been spilled. You both argue who cracked first but the truth is it was both of you. Seriously just get a room.

Old Man Logan -

This is a much more intimate moment between the two of you. Probably after a fight about your place in his life. You want to help him, to carry some of the weight that's been forced on his shoulders and he doesn't want you to. He tells you he's fine and he doesn't need your damn help and his words hurt but you stay strong. You care deeply for him. You've fallen in love with him. He doesn't understand why the hell you're still here. You should be running far far away from him but you're still here. I see him collapsing into an old rundown plush chair. He's tired and he's afraid of letting you in but you're not scared of him. You crawl into his lap and its a gentle but needy kiss from both of you. His hands resting on your waist getting more and more desperate as he slowly starts to let you in.

Worst Logan -

It's messy and hot and very desperate but fuck is it a first kiss to remember. Logan has been fighting his feelings for you since the moment he saw you. He wants you but he can't have you and it's driving him crazy. You just won't quit it either. Constantly seeking him out, being nice to him. It's weird, its nice, and it's so not helping his feelings. The kiss comes after he kind of explodes, basically telling you to stay away from him because he can't control himself and he wants you so bad. He wants everything from you, the soft moments too. You basically just tell him to shut up and to kiss you. Which results him him pretty much pushing you against the wall and kissing you. It's really hot tbh

[neros-left-pec]

playing infinity nikki with nero/dante/vergil

🥀 pairings: nero x fem!reader, dante x fem!reader, vergil x fem!reader

🥀 summary: headcanons for how this cute trio would react to you getting super into infinity nikki

🥀 warnings/tags: just fluff + probably OOC

🥀 author's note: i have really bad dmc brainrot but ive never even played the games (don't ask how this happened) LOL. i kinda see these as crack hcs since im not actually familiar with their canon personalities but i hope u can enjoy it regardless!

nero

you've been gone for a huge part of the day, so he starts looking around devil may cry for you. he finds you at your desktop looking VERY engrossed with what you're doing

doing his best to not alert you, he sneaks up behind you. it seems a cute video game has caught your attention, and you're playing dress-up...?

"Wait, each power lets her use a new dress? How does she change so fast?"

thinks it's ridiculous at first, but similar to Vergil he gets weirdly addicted to helping you pick the best scoring combinations

unlike Vergil, he is not very good at it. but he will try his best

"Okay okay, go with the lace gloves, TRUST ME. It's tagged as elegance which is what you need."

like dante, he is convinced he knows what he's talking about, but definitely gets pissed every time his outfits don't work out

"What the fuck, this is impossible! I thought this game was for babies!"

no nero, this game is not for babies. you need to lock in.

one day, you surprise him by coming home in an outfit eerily similar to one he had made for you in the game last week.

gets very visibly flustered when he sees you model it.

it suits you incredibly well and is very tailored to his tastes, since, well, he was the one who made the outfit after all!

he saves up a bit of money and takes you on a shopping spree. he must see you in more outfits

YOU GUYS ARE PLAYING DRESS TO IMPRESS IRL!!!!!

side note but i feel like he would go crazy if he saw you wearing black high heels. he loves black on you

dante

"So it's like dress-up... but with boss fights? Kinda kickass if you ask me."

he tries to help you pick an outfit but always makes the WORST combinations EVER. the outfits colors never match and he makes you wear ugly boots with a pretty dress or something lol

is convinced he is a master fashion designer

"Look at me, I'm adorable as hell!"

not really too interested in the game itself but he likes seeing how into it you get. you get very invested in the story and he finds it adorable. you have a simple heart and he loves you for it

asks you to show off your outfits

"C'mon, spin around. Pose for me, dear! ...Oh yeah that's very nice, I quite like it honestly. You've got some talent, huh?"

sometimes he thinks about how cute you would look in pastels and gets a bit distracted. his brows furrow, a soft blush dusting his cheeks as he hides a smile behind his hand.

with his mouth covered, it actually kinda looks like he's grimacing, which is hilarious. he'll often start daydreaming about you and get flustered. others will see him and think he's pissed off because of the tense expression. if only they knew about the big smile that was hidden behind his hand

vergil

he does not understand why you are stressing about losing a "style battle," whatever that meant

he stares at your screen with his arms crossed.

"So foolish..." FOOLISHNESS, Y/N. FOOLISHNESS----

watches silently. secretly enjoys watching you get worked up over something so silly

you ask him for styling advice and using the clothing stats, builds you the most min-maxxed outfit for the style battles. quickly learned the numbers have to do with if you win or not. however, he somehow manages to make them also look gorgeous at the same time (IF YOU PLAY INFINITY NIKKI YOU KNOW HOW HARD THIS IS). he does it to make you happy since you hate ugly outfits

after a while, he gets kinda into it

"No, that shade of mauve does not go with the rest of the outfit... Even the most untrained eye would know that a lady's shoes must match with her bag."

YOU STARE AT HIM....

he looks to the side and walks away.

damn him!

secretly makes a note to buy you a cute ensemble to wear to your next date

he will get rid of the price tags and fold them into your drawers so you happen across them

he will never admit he bought it but you know it was him

and of course, he buys you a bag with matching flats/heels depending on your preference :)

[devilish-cherry]

choso relationship headcanons pt 2 ♡

ᨳ♡₊➳ choso x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack, fluff

ᨳ♡₊➳ part one

ᨳ♡₊➳ me, not posting content for months: 🛌💤

also me the second choso crosses my mind: 🧍‍♀️💻🔥

i abandoned you all for two months but crawled out from under my rock at the call of my choso thirst alone. brand consistency is on point. nature is healing. please accept these headcanons as a humble offering before i crawl back into my hole. 😌🖤

₊⊹. choso's idea of waking you up gently is hovering over your sleeping form silently, staring until your soul feels his presence, and you wake up in sheer terror. "good morning," he deadpans, genuinely puzzled by your startled gasp. "were you dreaming badly?"

₊⊹. choso insists on watching those overly dramatic soap operas with you because his memories vaguely recall his vessel's grandma watching them. now he's deeply invested in the plot. you find him dramatically yelling at the tv, "do not give him the rose, mari! he betrayed your trust!" if you miss an episode, he's like, "i have updates. you will not believe who betrayed who."

₊⊹. he's surprisingly good at video games once he learns them, but is personally betrayed whenever your animal crossing villagers move out. you find him softly murmuring to your switch, "was my hospitality inadequate?"

₊⊹. choso discovered cooking tutorials on youtube exactly once and now he's committed to mastering japanese cuisine. unfortunately, it usually ends up with rice burnt to the bottom of your favorite pan. he always looks so earnestly distressed, blinking at the scorched remains, "this isn’t how chef kenichi said it would turn out…"

₊⊹. once he found out houseplants increase serotonin, your apartment basically turned into a botanical garden. he gets emotionally attached to each plant. you swear you've caught him softly reassuring a succulent, "you are doing well. keep photosynthesizing."

₊⊹. he knows how to use chopsticks, shake hands, and make a dentist appointment, all thanks to his vessel, but he has never emotionally processed any of those things. he does them like he’s cosplaying a civilian. that’s why he answers the door for the delivery driver by simply saying, “greetings.” and then doesn’t move to take the bag. just stares. the driver glances at the food, at choso, back at the food, like maybe this is a very elaborate mugging. you quickly jump in and handle the transaction while choso whispers to you, “they were unusually tense. suspicious?”

₊⊹. choso genuinely thinks the "don't talk to me until i've had my coffee" mugs you bought ironically mean you require silence in the morning. so every dawn, he sits in complete silence next to you, handing you coffee with reverence like you’re some ancient deity who must not be angered.

₊⊹. he knows how laundry works, in theory. but the first time you ask him to handle it, he somehow ends up washing your whites with a vibrant red hoodie. now everything you own is pink. he looks at you, tilting his head slightly. "pink suits you. i improved your wardrobe."

₊⊹. he doesn’t fully get sarcasm, so when you joke, "wow, love that for us," after you both spectacularly burn dinner, he nods sincerely, "i also appreciate our unified failure." he eventually adopts your sarcastic sense of humor but misses the delivery entirely, resulting in gems like, "oh great, another sunny day. precisely what we needed." completely serious, staring at a cloudless sky.

₊⊹. he tries to cheer you up by sending animal videos he discovers online but sends you bizarrely intense wildlife survival clips instead. "look, love. it's a meerkat narrowly escaping death. inspiring, isn't it?"

₊⊹. your first time visiting a pet cafe was his personal awakening. now, whenever he's stressed, you inevitably end up at the local cat café watching him silently commune with the cats. "they understand," he assures you while cradling a grumpy-looking cat named 'pancake'. "we should consider joint custody of this cat."

₊⊹. he knows what a “joke” is. he even knows the formula. set up → punchline → laughter. but when he tries to tell one, it’s like watching someone who read about humor but has never experienced it. he also always forgets the punchline halfway through and solemnly finishes, "i'm sorry. this was supposed to be humorous."

₊⊹. choso likes to hold hands, but doesn't quite understand when it’s socially acceptable. you once ended up awkwardly holding his hand while explaining to your landlord why the sink was broken, choso calmly beside you, fingers entwined, giving zero context.

₊⊹. choso tries texting you once, but doesn't understand emojis. you receive an ominous message: "Come home. 🔪🍅" and spend the entire day convinced something horrifying awaits you. turns out, he just wanted help cutting tomatoes.

₊⊹. choso believes firmly in quality cuddle sessions. he doesn't ask; he merely strategically drapes himself nearby until you notice and concede. you finally ask why he doesn't just say he wants cuddles, and he blinks slowly. "that seems aggressive."

₊⊹. choso finds diy tutorials online and tries them secretly to surprise you. spoiler alert: he’s hilariously bad at them. you've come home to questionable-looking clay mugs, half-painted canvases, and one very strange knitted... something. he presents each with absolute sincerity, "it is handmade. by me."

₊⊹. he randomly gives you head pats but doesn’t understand the social nuance, sometimes patting your head gently during serious conversations. "this is comfort." he declares, clearly satisfied with himself.

₊⊹. you once sarcastically called him “my strong little man” after he carried a heavy grocery bag. this man did not talk for an hour. he was processing. he sat down with a glass of water and said, “i am not little. but i am... yours.” you almost choked.

₊⊹. choso is basically your shadow in public places because he learned from his vessel's memories that partners stay close. sometimes so close he accidentally steps on your heel repeatedly. if you ever ask him for more space, he just blinks, totally deadpan. "i am ensuring your safety."

₊⊹. one day, you jokingly said, "ugh, i’d marry whoever does the dishes tonight," and you've never seen choso move so fast in his life. the plates nearly shattered from his enthusiasm alone.

₊⊹. if you ask him to pass you a towel while showering, he reaches into the bathroom with his eyes dramatically shut tight. his determination to respect your privacy while also being helpful is ridiculously endearing.

₊⊹. despite his perpetual resting bored face, choso genuinely believes everything you do is incredibly cool. you open a tricky jar? "incredible strength." you manage to fix the wifi router? "unmatched technological prowess." he looks at you like you're simultaneously beyoncé and albert einstein incarnate. it’s honestly adorable.

₊⊹. sometimes, he stares at your shared life, photos, plants, mugs, and mutters to himself, “i never thought i’d have this.”

[ghoulishhx]

fully updated my masterlist and made it prettier :3 gonna be working on some longer fics and stuff in the near future, sorry I've mainly been doing drabbles and headcanons but shits been going down in my personal life. hope you can understand and have been enjoying my posts nevertheless ♡

also been playing a lot of 2k25, here is my wrestler in a tag team with Frank (they are in love) (lil miss self insert over here) thought it was too cute of a screenshot to not share !!

my masterlist (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

ꕤ = fluff - ✩ = angst - ꩜ = smut - ◇ = hurt/comfort

MDNI please and thank you !!

- i do not own any of the gifs i use -

☆ Frank Castle ☆

my pookie, i mainly write for frankie but im down to write for anyone else requested too!!

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One-Shots/Short Fics

The Feeling's Mutual - ꕤ ꩜

Toys - ꩜

Face-Riding with Frank - ꩜

In Sickness and in Health - ꕤ TW: mentions of suicide and depressive episodes

Use Your Words - ꩜ switch!reader

Please Don't Go - ✩ ꩜ (mentions of smut)

Part 2: Acceptance - ✩

Part 3: Babygirl, I Love You - ꕤ ◇

Seven Stitches - ꕤ ꩜

Punish Her - ꩜

I Know It's Over - ◇

Be Quiet - ꩜

Cookies - ꩜ ꕤ

My Girl - ✩ ꩜

Heart Eyes - ꩜

Part 2 - Show Me - ꩜

Friday I'm In Love - ꕤ ꩜

Pretty Girl - ꕤ ꩜

Addicted - ꩜

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Drabbles and Headcanons

Frank Castle x Artsy!Reader - ꕤ

Frank Castle x Boxer!Reader - ꕤ ꩜ (mentions of smut)

Frank Castle x Switch!Reader - ꩜

Switch!Reader headcanons - ꩜

Whimpering!Frank x Switch!Reader - ꩜

Frank Castle x PlusSize!Reader - ꩜, drabble about biting

Boyfriend!Frank x Fashionista!Reader - ꕤ

more headcanons about Fashionista!Reader - ꕤ

Boyfriend!Frank and Princess Treatment - ꕤ

Boyfriend!Frank celebrating reader's anniversary of being clean from self harm - ꕤ ◇

Boyfriend!Frank x Musician!Reader - ꕤ

Frank Castle eating you out, headcanons - ꩜

Frank Castle x Professor!Reader - ꕤ ꩜

Frank Castle and FaceTime Sex - ꕤ ꩜

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She Plays Bass (ongoing? series)

Chapter 1 - Slow Chemical

Chapter 2 - I'm Your Biggest Fan ꕤ

Chapter 3 - im ngl this shit ass series is at the bottom of the pile idk if chapter 3 will come at all

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♡ INBOX IS OPEN FOR SUGGESTIONS, I WILL LITERALLY WRITE ANYTHING ♡

(as long as it's not illegal and/or weird)

mwah enjoy :3

[lewiathans]

I have the headcanon that Katniss’ kids keep bunnies as pets and one day, one of them dies from old age. That evening Katniss serves him up for dinner (food is food) and all hell breaks loose. The kids scream and cry, Peetah desperately tries to calm them down and Haymitch falls off his chair from laughing so hard while Katniss grumbles about how she doesn’t understand what they are on about.

After reading the Epilogue this headcanon is just cemented into my brain. I love her, but Katniss-I-tried-to-drown-my-sisters-cat-Everdeen would be fun to watch as a mother.

[innvmorati]

˙ . ꒷ 🦎️ . ˙—TOO COMMON MISTAKES

( my opinion on how female writers write Mikage Reo )

We can talk about how many female writers have idealized Reo in a rather misguided way. The vast majority of fanfics, headcanons, and one-shots, especially those centered around fluff or even angst with fluff, follow a repetitive and shallow pattern: Reo as the perfect boyfriend, sweet, thoughtful, and spoiling his partner with money and luxury. However, this portrayal is not only simplistic, but it also completely distorts what the manga and Nagi's spin-off actually show us about Reo's true personality and mindset, and how his relationships and attitudes evolve throughout the story.

Reo is not the modern-day prince many fans want to see. In fact, the canon material makes this very clear when it shows his backstory, where unhealthy attitudes and questionable thoughts on his part are evident.

The relationship he has with Nagi at the beginning wasn’t as pure or "romantic" as many interpret it. Reo is interested in him, not for who he is, but for what he can do. He sees him as a "treasure," a tool to achieve glory. In other words, he didn’t perceive him as a person but as a means to fulfill his dream. At that time, Nagi was more of an investment than a real bond. Over time, he did develop a strong attachment, but this too is problematic: Reo wants Nagi by his side, not because he understands what Nagi needs or desires, but because it hurts him to lose what he considers his.

He was a spoiled child throughout his childhood. While this doesn’t justify his behavior, it makes it more understandable. He grew up in a bubble where he always got what he wanted, until he was confronted with the reality that not everything would be granted to him. This way of thinking is especially evident at the beginning of his friendship with Nagi and during the first and second selections in Blue Lock, when Nagi decides to leave him to join Isagi. Although Reo matures over time, there are still moments when it's clear he gets emotionally stuck due to his dependence on Nagi, which makes him fall behind and end up being dragged along by him.

Let's be honest: without Chris's pass to Reo in the match against Barcha, not only would Nagi have been eliminated, but also Reo. He was so focused on keeping up with Nagi, so determined to prove something to him, that he didn’t shine on his own. Several times during the matches of Machine's against others, it was clear that his game still depended too much on the emotional state of his friendship with Nagi. That final play where he scores the goal doesn’t come from him; it comes because someone else (Chris) gives him an opportunity that, honestly, he hadn’t earned on his own initiative. This is where it becomes apparent that he still struggles to detach from the role of the "player who revolves around Nagi."

This pattern repeats constantly, and it was so obvious that even those from Barcha — especially Bachira and Otoya — noticed it and used it against him. That’s what I mean when I say he gets dragged along by Nagi.

That's why portraying Reo as the devoted, emotionally attached boyfriend who only spoils his partner with gifts ends up being an interpretation that overlooks key aspects of his character. It's not just about reducing his personality to the way he's idealized, but about understanding him in all his complexity. And it's precisely that complexity that makes him interesting, not some hollow romantic ideal.

I want to clarify that this is just my personal opinion. I absolutely love Reo, but in a way, it’s strange to see how his personality is almost always misunderstood. Given that he avoided dating girls or, in general, thought that people only approached him for his money, it seems to me that he’s often misinterpreted. Anyway, as I said, this is just my opinion, and I could be wrong, or not. I leave it to your judgment. I’d also love to know what you think.

[hadleysmis]

Omg yayy games!! I'm a wordy person, so I'm going to explain my choices rahh

Long post.

Bob is the best protagonist: Technically I think what makes the storylines so great is how all the Belcher family interact with one another. I like many different storylines regardless on who the protagonist is, so I just flipped a (multiple sided) coin and picked Bob.

Tina is the most beloved character: I love Tina, and she's long been my favourite character! I love her storylines and I love her personality. I love her interests and I love her anxiety. I also love that many lessons she learns is confidence.

Bob is the most attractive character: Well, I mean, it's Bob. So he's gotta be the most attractive charcater.

Logan is the most overrated character: It might be because I didn't have much of a rowdy childhood and was taught respect and honour in the Asian way, but man I hate Logan lmao He's a wonderful opposite for Louise to have beef with, but because I can't relate to him at all, I wouldn't miss him at all if he was completely written out (not that he would be, I think he's quite popular).

Logan is a character I think is justified in his popularity, but personally I really don't like him and find his storylines (apart from his first) to be boring or frustrating.

Most iconic character is Marshmallow: I have done ranking about which characters were my favourite before (on Instagram), and I decided on Tina, Bob, then Marshmallow, and this was before we had a Marshmallow episode in the newest season.

I love her character so much and I'm so, so happy that they put effort into her character and right the wrongs that they did in representing trans characters in Season 1 rather than abandoning the character altogether.

I absolutely love how much respect Bob has for Marshmallow and how many people respect her. I think, once again, I like characters a lot based on their interactions and affections for one another. I think me liking Marshmallow so much is a prime example of that.

If she was in more storylines, she would be higher than Bob, probably. Sorry.

Most baby character is Gene: I love how his family treats him, and although I think Gene's storylines are either hits or misses, when they are hits, it hits.

I just watched the Christmas record episode for Gene, and I adore the complexities (and autism) they've put for the character. He understands so much of the world than on the surface.

Most tragic character is Zeke: He's a troublesome kid who regulates his emotions through wrestling. He often compliments people loudly, and I think in another life, he would've been such a happy ball of sunshine that everyone immediately loves and feels warm from hanging out with him.

He still retains that characteristics, but I think it would've been more conventional if he had a normal childhood. I'm glad that he's got to make deep connections with other characters, and I'm always so happy to hear more episodes centring around him.

Most boring character is Gayle: I'm bored with her storylines. As they are often paired with Linda, I happen to enjoy some of them as Linda makes it worth watching, but in general, Gayle's storylines are often very boring for me.

My favourite ship is Linda/Bob: That's only because I don't really ship anyone with anyone as of now apart from these lovely two. I can't really imagine anyone topping these two.

The most gay character is Bob: I did think about either putting Gene, Marshmallow, or Bob here, but none of them fit the label 'gay' per say, but more of the broader term for it.

I think for Gene, he's more likely trans than he is necessarily gay, and either way he's definitely gender non-conforming. Marshmallow is straight up trans but I don't recall her being in a relationship with anybody.

Bob was the closest to the label gay as he's bisexual. It's a fact in my head and it feels like it's too solid of an interpretation to be called a headcanon. My reaction to his bi scenes: 'I saw gay, so I said gay. That ain't bullying. That's an astute observation.'

The funniest character is Tina: I'll never forget the hilarity of Season 1 Tina. I think a lot of her worries, anxiety, drama, interests, and hobbies are all very entertaining to watch and laugh with.

Whenever she messes with her hair, it's so funny. Whenever she tries to flirt with her monotone, soft voice gets me every time, it's so funny.

Trash: Hugo. I was thinking about saying the Fischoeders (I do enjoy them) or Jimmy Pesto (thank god there's less of him), but each of those alternatives had empathetic lighting or fun storylines. I couldn't think of one for Hugo, so ultimately it's gotta be him for the most trash character.

The most underrated character is Nat: I'm not kidding when I say this, but Nat is my favourite side character and I love it whenever she enters the screen. I just love her stories and how she gets along with the Belcher children, too! She's in my top five favourite character list, most likely placing herself at the fourth place. I love her.

The best antagonists are the Fischoeders: I don't mind which one of them it is, because I think they all bring new antagonist spice to the story. I do like Felix the least, but I don't actively dislike him. To be fair, I barely actively dislike any characters in Bob's burgers apart from the ones I've stated here.

I like how the more evil they get, the more fun they bring. They're just there to continuously cause chaos and they end up profiting off from it; and what makes this entertaining for me is that they are presented as pathetic or immoral, rightfully. And the viewers can easily see it like that. I'm... A simple man, huh?

The nuttiest character is Lousie: Ahh, the battle between Louise and her best friend nemesis Millie... I had to choose Louise at the end of the day because we just get to know about her way more than Millie.

Best side character is Teddy: There are so many side characters that I love, but Teddy remains to be the most iconic.

The most fightable character is Gayle: I'm sorry... I would never hit her in real life, but she grates me so.

The character that I'm most optimistic for future storylines is Sam: I really, really liked his character introduction, and from his very rare appearances in storylines afterwards makes me super enthusiastic for his character.

Rarely do characters added in after double digit number of seasons bring enthusiasm for me about the future storylines, but Sam is gleefully the exception.

Also not because of Asian solidarity... But woo! For that. I love Asian characters done right and treated well by the writers.

Wonderful character overall, too. I'm excited in how he'll interact with Tina, and maybe the rest of the Belcher kids as well, in the future. Please don't drop him as a character, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

Character Superlatives ⭐️💕

Guess who made another thing! Like the ship chart, my only “rule” when reblogging or reposting is to be respectful of other people’s opinions (even if they throw your favorite baby in the trash). You’re more than welcome to use this for your other fandoms! And hopefully if you click on it you’ll get better quality 😭

[r0manceplanet]

i have one request. taph x reader idc what u do as long as its fluff please us taph likers are actually drying out like the sahara desert 😭😭

Taph General Headcanons

A/N: Omg how I ran FAST just to start writing this— and you are so right, taph needs more content (coming from a taph main, me lol), and i am here to feed more taph content, feel free to send me more taph requests ngl.

NOTE: this can be seen as romantic or platonic, and as usual the reader remains gender neutral unless stated otherwise.

• Being with him, whether it’s together as friends or partners, no matter what kind of relationship you have with him he’ll always find ways to prank you using his tools.

• He also seems to come up with very… clever ideas on how to catch the killer using his bombs and trip-lines (whatever those are called)… he’s made c00lkidd cry far too many times because of the bombs he keeps throwing at him (save the killers atp).

• He views you like how he views builderman, and as we all know he calls himself “buildermans right hand man” because he’s usually on standby with him, but because he’s parasocial that doesn’t really exist. But with you, he’s always standing next to you and helping you with whatever you need, it’s his way of showing his gratitude towards you.

• He can’t talk at all, so he uses sign language to communicate instead, and even if you don’t know sign language you’ll be able to quickly understand after getting to know he basics of it, and if you don’t understand it (still) I would head-canon that he carries a tiny notebook and pen around him to write as a way to communicate better.

• He’s a cocky little shit ngl, everytime he pranks you or teases you, you can clearly see under his hoodie that little, michevious smirk and continues to go on until you stop him, I also think he would enjoy carrying you skeins sometimes for fun, like bridle style or piggy back and run while doing so, and maybe pretend to fall just to startle you.

• For some random reason (this may be ooc idk) but he LOVES to hold you close and put his cloak around the both of you, I don’t know exactly the reason why he does it but I feel like it’s because he enjoys the feeling of having someone close be so close to him, and he loves to lay his head down on your shoulder and fall asleep if you both are sitting on the couch or laying on the bed together.

• I feel like the hoodie he wears was worn way to many times now, and he doesn’t wash it (and I’m guessing he can’t because of the situation he’s in) so I feel like, if you can sew, you can make him new hoodies in different colors and styles to see how they look on him, and he wouldn’t mind you putting on a few accessories on him, but DO NOT put any makeup or skin care products on his face, he doesn’t like the feeling of it (I would just force him if it’s necessary ngl).

• He would purposely use you as bait to the killers so they can fall into his traps, and then save you after, he likes saving you, especially if you lecture him afterwards lol he doesn’t give any craps whatsoever. And just to add on but, without you knowing he stalks you when he’s not around you, and he makes sure not to get caught by you, even if your friends he would definitely have this little crush on you, and even after your dating he still does this, but he just needs to make sure your being protected by him at all costs! Even if he’s not around…

• I also feel like he enjoys dancing to music, it can be hiphop, slow dancing, kpop, and he’ll DO IT. He would be a super talented dancer, and loves doing little dances whenever he traps one of the killers with his shenanigans. (He stans girl groups, tell me I’m wrong).

[starleska]

u got any headcanons for our beloved mr. ringle a dingle?????

ohoho, so very many!!! here you go anon, have a selection of lore-heavy headcanons (largely focused on Lux) 😉

Mr. Ring-A-Ding | Lux Imperator general headcanons 🎥☀️

🎥 Lux is capable of possessing any form which has ever been projected via light (cartoons, live action recordings, even letters and symbols), but he chose Mr. Ring-A-Ding because he personally loves the original cartoon. as the God of Light, Lux has had all of eternity to see every which way that light has been used to amuse the strange little flesh-creatures popping up throughout the universe. so the idea that he became incredibly attached to this 1930s-era Fleischer knockoff and decided "that's me!" is unendingly funny to me 😂 🎥 incredibly, Lux is actually the oldest member of the Pantheon of Discord, being formed at the moment of Event One/The Big Bang!! to try and track Lux's historical origins is to be a cosmologist: for as long as the stars have burnt, he has been present, though without form and conscience. i feel like Lux is also what we'd think of as the most 'inhuman' member of the Pantheon, because his understanding of personality and morality are very far removed from ours. the Toymaker, Maestro and Sutekh all understand their own capacity for cruelty and how it impacts lesser life forms, but Lux can't understand why someone wouldn't want to be trapped in film and to live forever. to him, we're not much more than insects 😳 🎥 that being said, Lux has taken a real shine to humanity in much the same way the Toymaker did: because of our capacity for entertainment. there are a billion species he could torment with his godly powers, but Lux chose Earth because he feels we make the best 'use' of his light...and anything we make, he is. he has watched us from afar for millennia, but it was only when the Doctor cast salt at the edge of the universe that Lux finally had an excuse to beam down and, ahem, get the film rolling 😉

[avaredava]

Hi could u do a sukuna x reader fic, or headcanons,which ever I’m not really fussy 🤷🏽‍♀️ but if u could do a fic that would be good. Anyways if u could do a fic where sukuna is president and reader is his assistant, and always does everything for him and they start to have a fox and bunny kind of dynamic because sukuna loves her innocence and then he decides to destroy it and they have some hardcore sex in the grand foyre of his house infront of all the staff.

Wait you're on to something... RAWR

Master list's

⯌Sum

Ryomen Sukuna, the angry, "fuck off" president. But his cute assistant doesn't get on his nerves but plays with his heart strings. But he needs to break her innocence because he wants to prove that he's not all pathetic then you're making him.

⯌ Wc

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⯌ Warnings

Explicit Sexual Content (18+), Graphic Language, Dubious/Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, Power Imbalance (Boss/Subordinate), Workplace Exploitation, Voyeurism / Exhibitionism ,Obsessive Behaviour, a bit of degradation, Mentions of Pregnancy, Breeding Kink, Mild Dubcon, Possessive / Controlling Behaviour

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Sukuna was a total douche, he was not liked by any of his staff but he was a good leader. So that's why he kept getting voted. Long story short, he knows how to run a country.

He was extremely short tempered so people got fired easily so why would people work for him? The pay was immaculate. Once again you heard a scream and yell of "Get the fuck out of my office!"

On an average day, a guy gets fired and of course another one gets hired.

So you, his cute little assistant, has to find another guy for the replacement. It shakes everyone to their very core with anger to the fact that he's never yelled at you or even thought of firing you.

He walked out going to your desk right outside his office which is perfect if he ever needed something. He made sure your desk was by the window so he could do online meetings and look at you to see what kind of dress you wore and maybe the type of bra he could see if the shirt was white.

He was flaming when he walked out then gently asked you if you found someone new. While the other guy walked out of his office behind him in absolute tears.

You nod and show him a totally unqualified guy but he couldn't have the heart to say, "Fuck no." So of course he agreed.

He would never tell anyone but the only reason he's nice to only you isn't just because your attractive, there are tons of hot woman at the office but you were so different.

The way you laughed, different ways even if they were weird and snorty just made his heart flutter

Another one of your jobs was hosting his house parties, mostly his favourite staff and some important people from all over the world. Like prime ministers, sometimes governors and other presidents. It really depends.

But today it was more so his staff for celebrating the fact that the income was coming in fast. And some other politic stuff that your sweet brain wouldn't understand.

You aren't dumb you majored in engineering so you don't really know a shit ton about politics. So you sent everyone invitation cards with the date, time, and location. With little hello kitties decorated on it.

Nothing about politics it looks like it's for a child's birthday party.

Everyone thought that it was Ryomen Sukunas last straw but to everyone's surprise (not really) he said it was cute! In front of everyone. The mean gruff dictator called something cute. With a little memorized smile like it was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. (other then you).

So everyone showed up fearing for there lives making sure they were exactly 30 minutes early not one second early or later just how Sukuna likes.

You were 30 minutes late and everyone wasn't surprised when he kissed your hand with a gleam in his eyes that shows no good intentions.

He sat at the edge of the table with you at the corner of the table right beside him. You wanted to help his servants but Sukuna didn't let you.

But you really liked his lead servant, basically his right hand. Other than you of course. Uraume. Honestly you've gained a good relationship with them. Hanging out when Uruame comes to give Sukuna his lunch.

So you did it anyway.

And Sukuna walked into the gigantic kitchen pissed when he saw you cooking some food. But you're not a whiny, obedient bimbo just because you're a sweetheart.

"No I wanna help 'Ryo!" You angrily yell at him after he tells you to leave gently. First time Sukuna got mad at you but instead of yelling he wants to break that sweet innocence.

Maybe make you more innocent, teaching you a lesson. Or make you corrupt and make you a little devil. His devil.

But either is good for him because all he can think about is dragging his thick vainy cock through your velvet untouched walls.

He mentioned that to Uruame and they said it was creepy because he knew that about his secretary. It's not exactly his fault he decided to pick up the wired phone connected to yours when you were talking about it at your desk!

He was only curious... no harm in that right?

He yelled at everyone to get the fuck out of his house. (It happened before) but made his loyal servants stay. He sent them to eat instead of serving which was a surprise. Especially to everyone dashing out absolutely shitting themselves.

He brought you away into his library room. He opened and then locked the door when you both were inside. You couldn't explain the heat of the room, the lust and desire in his eyes.

He was itching to touch your pussy, just see you sopping and dripping for him. To leave you needy for teasing him in your own innocent way, but to fulfill your needs would be much more significant and meaningful to him.

But you need to be embarrassed, in the way he's gotten boners for years mid meetings when you dropped down to pick up your pencil, people snickering and you didn't know why.

But his yearning for your sweet, candied pussy to be on his mouth, or just watch it was getting too strong to ignore anymore. His hand wasn't gonna cut it no longer.

But he needed you soaked to take his big cock. Absolutely drenched.

But he doesn't exactly carry around lube. So it has to be natrual.

"Bend over. Just fucking do it."

He said the last part because he didn't care if you were gonna deny it. But of course he slipped you safe word when you bend over his couch because he's not a fucking disgusting person. He flipped up your dress and took your panties off pooling them at your ankles.

He smiled when he saw you already soaked, but it wasn't good enough. He opened a drawer and took out a bullet vibrator and a smaller one. He took the bullet and shoved it deep in your pussy. Even if it was for clits he didn't care.

He gave you the remotes and got the smaller one taped on your clit. He took both of the remotes and turned the one inside you on making it vibrate right on your g-spot.

You realized they were fresh toys, all out of packaging. They all were. It's like he was waiting for you. You saw the receipt and realized it was bought the day after you two met and that just made your knees shake.

He turned them both on. Highest settings.

You moaned out and he slapped your ass. What really broke you was the almost incoherent, horny, slurred sentence he let out. "Listen, you wanted to help right? Well your gonna serve all my staff there food and then sit on my lap and ride me like a good girl okay?"

"Mhm."

"Y/N say it fucking louder."

"Oh- uhm okay!"

He laughed on how naive and pathetic you were being. Like a cringe little slut. His slut.

He helped you stand up and gave you the sweetest kiss on your forehead. "I'm taking you out after this, your mine. Remember that I'm not using you." He's used so many woman but for some reason he didn't want to make you even feel like that.

He made you serve every single servant with shaking legs and arms. Everyone was extremely concerned. Some mumbles of "Is she okay?" and "is she sick?"

After giving everyone their food you finally came with a whimper as Sukuna took you on his lap, giving you butt a little smack, making sure you know who pleasures you. Now and forever.

A few minutes later he made everyone not look, but just listen and if they looked? Instant death. He was holding your hips moving you up and down his cock, every time he lifted you up and down, the slick on the base of his shaft was increasing.

You finally came as he jolted you to a stop so his cum can reach your uterus. Make him a heir. A fucking dynesty.

He kept going and going no stop on his frequent pounding in front of everyone until they knew you were pregnant. And until your voice became raw with those pleasured screams.

He's changing these politics. He doesn't want to be president, he wants to be king so you can be his queen. Even if you already are to him, he needs it on paper.

He doesn't care if that means going to war. That man needs you and him to go down in history as the greatest lovers.

[jiggy-manda]

jealous!mari headcanons

mari ibarra x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw towards the end, majority is fluff, established relationship (mostly)

sfw

mari really wanted to be on the same team as you for capture the bone but nat wanted all the couples on different teams

was smug as hellll when she helped her team win by being the decoy, but you couldn’t stop teasing her about how annoyed and mopey she would’ve been if she’d lost

she denies that that would’ve happened, saying she’s not competitive, but you both know that’s not true

says random things to make you blush, loves whispering in your ear

“you know, it would’ve been so much better if you were the one on top of me during the game”

“don’t you wanna help me celebrate? it’s a bit rude not to congratulate the winner…”

i like to imagine that when she made the remark about cabin guy to lottie it was to impress akilah because mari was so loser lesbian with it & i feel like she’d be like that around you before you started dating 😭 like girl be calm

SET on sleeping in the same hut together, regardless of its size. usually you sleep in hers but if you ever end up going back to yours at the end of the night, she’ll eventually crawl in to join you with a cute frown on her face

“you don’t wanna sleep with me?” (you always want to)

“can i… sleep here then?” (of course she can)

she also “accidentally” puts extra hoodies and blankets on your side of the makeshift bed so you can sleep better 🤲

sometimes her jealousy shows more as being upset, but she’ll always try to mask it with her witty remarks

but deep inside she’s just a big softie who doesn’t understand why you don’t want to be with her 24 hours a day 😔😔😔 (you do, it’s just not realistically possible)

she’s a BIGGG pouter when she’s upset. you tease her? she pouts. you go a few hours without seeing her during the day? she’s pouting the second you get back

mari’s jealousy comes out more when shauna is around you, especially because it seems to her that shauna continues to spend time with you solely to piss her off

one time you were assigned to help shauna prepare dinner and mari nearly turned red in the face watching the smirk grow on shauna’s face

nsfw

to me mari is a switch so the way she reacts to jealousy intimacy-wise would depend on the situation

if it was because of shauna or another perceived wrong, she’s much more dominant and controlling

if it was because you weren’t spending enough time with her lately or something smaller like that, she’d be more soft and just want you to “prove” to her that she’s the only one for you (ofc she already knows that)

she prefers for you to go down on her in those softer moments, but when her jealousy is gearing towards anger, she likes taking you with her fingers

she’s much more secure in the relationship than it may seem; regardless of her “anger” when it comes to moments of jealousy, she knows you wouldn’t ever cheat or do anything to hurt her

she could never tell you that, of course. she’s a badass!! a nonchalant, very confident badass who definitely doesn’t think about you every second of the day

ik this is supposed to be a nsfw section but for some reason i don’t feel like mari would be the type to start hooking up during a moment of jealousy ykwim 🤨 i feel like she’s more the type to storm off and sulk until you notice

DOES jump your bones once she’s over it tho. like you do still have “jealous” sex but usually by that point you’ve worked it out

she’s still possessive at heart though so she will be leaving marks all over for shauna to see

and you don’t even care :)