#headcanon eun

[babyjakes]

help me hold onto you.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex pollen

pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader

warnings | sex pollen (reader was exposed to some sort of chemical agent that induced a persistent state of hyperarousal.) medical elements (reader is staying in the medbay.) crying (not related to the sexual interactions.) stevie is soooo soft :')). dialogue is soft and sweet, gentle praise and encouragement included. fingering. tummy rubs bc they make me soft. she comes quick! intense, prolonged orgasm. the beginnings of aftercare.

word count | 1,356

"Hey, hey- okay. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

Steve's brow was raised in gentle concern as he stood over your hospital bed. Dr. Banner had set you up in a secluded room at the end of the medbay, wanting to give you as much privacy as possible given the nature of your condition. It was still all a bit baffling to Steve; Bruce had shared any information he had available on the mysterious chemical you'd been exposed to out on your mission to a foreign bioweaponry facility, but most of it had gone in one of the supersoldier's ears and out the other. "Persistent heightened state of arousal" was the only phrase he was able to cling to, which still didn't feel like much to go off of.

As he stood there at your bedside, though, those words were all of a sudden making a lot more sense. You were a pitiful sight, really- curled up on your side with your knees hugged up to your chest. Your whole body was shaking, something that tore at your teammate's heart as he came to better terms with the severity of the state you were in. Overcome with obvious discomfort, all you could do was lie there and rub your sore knees together uselessly. Your hands reached out for him needily; in an instant, he was lowering himself down to sit beside you, leaning over you attentively as his face filled with concern.

"Oh doll," he hummed, reaching out to brush back your hair with a steady hand. Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your big eyes looking up at him pleadingly. As another wave of unbearable heat rolled over you, tears were building in your eyes. "How can I help, sweet girl?" Steve was pressing, "Is there anything I can do?"

In a moment of total weakness, you reached out for him again. This was completely abnormal behavior for you. Being the youngest and newest to the team, you were always intentional about maintaining an image of responsibility and restraint. But as Steve sat there at your side, his steel blue eyes looking over you so thoughtfully as he gently offered you his hands, your hijacked mind was fixating on him faster than you could realize what was happening.

"P-please," the weakness of your small voice broke Steve's heart. He nodded encouragingly, wanting to do anything he could to ease your suffering.

"What is it, honey? Hmm? What do you need?" he asked soothingly.

More tears built in your eyes as you failed to generate a verbal response. Instead, all you could do was continue to writhe pathetically. Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of your movements. "Does something hurt?" You whimpered feebly at his question, shaking your head. "No, then what is it, sweetheart? Can you tell me, or- or show me?"

Desperation drove your every move as you shifted slightly onto your back, your knees falling apart as you brought a shaking hand down to motion over your hospital gown toward where the sensations were accumulating. If Steve was surprised or offended by your admission, he didn't let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, speaking with an understanding tone, "It's bothering you there, darlin'? Do you want me to take a look?"

Your wide, pleading eyes were enough to answer his question. Pausing, he took a moment to consider the best way to proceed. After a quick glance back at the door to the hallway, seeing that the coast was seemingly clear, he gently brought his hands over to lift up the thin fabric of the gown, pulling it back to expose the area you had pointed to. Steve couldn't help but gasp softly as he saw the ramifications for the first time; any doubts he could've had about the compound's strength or effects were immediately shot down as he faced the living, breathing evidence.

"Oh honey," he crooned worriedly, leaning his head down a bit to get a better look. Your pussy was so puffy it almost looked painful. Your clit was swollen to about three times its normal size, pulsating visibly in unison with your heavy heartbeat. Bruce had placed a wide gauze pad beneath you, and it wasn't hard to see why; with the constant state of arousal your body was trapped in, you were amassing an impressive amount of self-lubricant. Face drawn in disbelief and honest fascination, Steve struggled to find words to console you. "Sweetie, what can I do? Let me help you," his voice was swelling with concern. Swallowing hard, his gaze returned up to your face. "Can I-... would it help if I-... you know...?" The sweetest hint of pink rose up in his cheeks.

You were unsure of what would happen if he tried, but with the way your stomach was lurching and spasming in excitement at the mere thought, both you and Steve knew it would be senseless to not at least give it a try. Sensing your mild confliction, the supersoldier took a moment to brush back your hair again as his soothing voice filled the air, "It's alright, doll. Let me take care of you. S'just me, just Stevie. I'll be gentle, I promise."

As he spoke, he gently drew his hand down to begin rubbing at your inner thigh. Letting out a squeak of surprise, your heart jumped at the way his touch immediately sent sparks shooting up through your tangled nerves. "Easy," he hummed lowly, pushing on you carefully to encourage you to open up your legs a little further. Once you were nice and spread out for him, he took another deep breath. "Okay darlin'. Just keep breathing for me," he seemed to be trying to calm his own nerves as much as he was yours.

With the lightest amount of pressure he could manage, Steve carefully brought his pointer and middle middle fingers to sink slightly into your pool of arousal. They didn't linger long, as they then slowly dragged up your wetness to smear over your enlarged clit. The moment he came in contact with your poor button, your world was set ablaze. You had never felt such unbearable heat in your life; it was as if every atom within your core was being blasted into smithereens, an incredible amount of energy and pressure building up inside of you as a result.

"Easy, easy- shhhh," Steve was doing his best to talk you through it, watching as your hands scrambled to grip the sheets below you, your hips rocking in shameless desperation.

"Mm.... mmhh... hhh..." you struggled through incoherent whines. The man brought his free hand over to rub your tummy gently, trying to give you any sense of comfort and safety he could as he continued working the pads of his fingers in careful, steady circles.

It only took a few more moments of the simple stimulation to send an orgasm ripping through you with unimaginable force; as Steve saw your climax hit, his eyes widened, but he was intent on carrying you through it. Needy cunt spasming around nothing, your clit jerked and jolted beneath his tender traces. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your whole body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

And you kept coming, and coming, and coming- trapped in the grips of your orgasm for what must have been minutes compared to the fleeting moments you were usually granted. "Good, let it out," Steve was murmuring softly, watching as all your pent-up frustration was slowly pulled from your seizing body.

When you were finally winding down, breathless and slumped against the flimsy mattress beneath you, he was careful to pull his hands away with the utmost care to avoid causing you any further discomfort or unwanted stimulation. As he stood momentarily to find something to wipe his hands with, you let out a shaky whimper. "No, no, I'm here," he quickly returned to your side, retaking his place next to you on the cot. "I'm right here, doll. You're okay. Here, let me clean you up a bit, honey."

[koiiiji]

fantasy AU x lookism

previous parts 1 2 3

starring ; Ma Taesoo, Vasco (separately)

author's note ; this supposed to be part of halloween special, but i fucked up with deadlines... just a little...🥹 also i planned to add ji gongseop, and i got an idea which fantasy creature he can be, but i haven't any ideas for scenario and wanted to post this one too badly....

tw ; kinda possessive in Taesoo part 🤔

Ma Taesoo — gladiator

the roar of the coliseum was deafening, but Taesoo heard none of it.

he stood in the center of the bloodstained sands, the glint of his sword dulled by crimson, his chest heaving with exertion. another victory. another step closer to his so-called freedom.

but the only thing that mattered was you.

seated high above, in the imperial box, you sat like a vision, untouched by the filth of this brutal world. draped in the finest white silks, fabric so sheer it seemed woven from moonlight, empire’s finest import from the farthest reaches of the world. you were a ghost among men — a creature of purity in a pit of savagery.

you sat close to your brother, the general. delicate fingers holding a single stalk of lavender to your nose, warding off the stench of the arena.

Taesoo had seen it before — the way nobles recoiled from the stench of sweat and death that clung to the air like a curse. the scent of the underground pits where fighters lived, where the wet, rotting musk of decay mixed with iron and blood, the stale breath of men who had long forgotten what it meant to be clean. he understood it. the gap between you.

you lived in a world of polished marble, of silken sheets and golden goblets. he was nothing more than a beast in a cage, a spectacle of violence for the amusement of empire. a wild dog meant to kill and bleed and die on command.

and yet, you always were there. watching.

always dressed in white — the sheer silk clung to your when the summer heat rose, the golden cuffs on ypur wrists glinting in the sunlight, your hair pinned with delicate ornaments befitting your status.

at night the pits were quiet and the only sound was the distant echoes of dying torches. the air was thick with the heavy breath of exhausted men, the metallic tang of rusting chains, the faint murmur of prayers whispered in the dark. Taesoo lay on his cot, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, the cold light of the moon spilling through iron grates. his body ached, fresh wounds burning against his bruised skin, but the pain didn’t matter. pain had never mattered.

not when his mind was filled with you.

you was always there, just out of reach — an untouchable phantom, wrapped in white silk that clung to your delicate frame in the city heat. you sat above him, behind veils of power and privilege, your scent of lavender and something sweeter lingering in the air, something he had never been close enough to truly breathe in.

and yet, he wanted.

at first, his thoughts of you were gentle. Taesoo imagined the softness of your voice, whispering his name in quiet reverence. he imagined your small hand reaching for him, offering something impossible — tenderness, understanding, mercy.

but the deeper he sank into his thoughts, the more it rotted.

he saw himself standing before you, unshackled, unchained. no guards, no nobles, no rules. just the two of you in a room of flickering candlelight and heady silence.

would you tremble if he stepped closer? would you try to run?

would you cry?

he imagined your wrists in his hands, fragile things, pulse racing under his fingers as he held you still. would you gasp, fight, plead? or would you whisper his name, breathless, overwhelmed, yielding?

a low, guttural sound escaped his throat, and he turned onto his side, eyes squeezing shut. it was madness. a sickness he had no cure for.

but the worst part?

he liked it...

the sun was relentless, beating down upon the arena, turning the sand into fire beneath Taesoo’s feet. blood soaked into the ground, staining it darker with each passing drop.

swords clashed, bodies fell, and now only two remained.

Taesoo stood tall, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. his grip on his sword was firm, unwavering. he was stronger. bigger. deadlier. the fight was already over. and the warrior before him knew it too.

boy before him was young, barely a man, panting through split lips, barely able to keep his sword raised.

Taesoo had fought a hundred like him.

this one was not meant to survive.

the crowd roared for blood, some voices breaking through the chaos, screaming for death. others begged for mercy, pleading for the young warrior’s life.

you sat in your usual place — left of your brother, close to the high officials, where power resided.

you sat with your back impossibly straight, your hand was raised to your face, fingers curled around that same stalk of lavender, shielding yourself from the stench of death. and yet, despite it all, you looked at him. not the way the others did, not with amusement or sadistic pleasure or boredom, but with something else. something he didn’t dare name.

Taesoo lifted his sword, pressing the blade’s edge against the boy’s throat.

he should have finished it. it would have taken no effort at all.

and yet, Taesoo hesitated.

not out of pity. not out of weakness. but because he wanted permission.

your permission.

his eyes locked onto yours, unwavering, unreadable. his blade didn't waver, nor did his stance, but the question hung heavy in the air between you.

'what is your decision, my lady?'

he watched as you turned sharply, grabbing your brother’s hand, nails digging into his forearm.

“Dagyeom, i beg you…”

your voice didn't reach Taesoo, but he read your lips with precision. begging. pleading. not for yourself — but for the boy.

your fingers tightened around brother's wrist, your wide, desperate eyes darting between him and the Emperor. Taesoo knew you were risking your position. you were not meant to question. you were not meant to interfere. and yet, here you were, openly choosing mercy over the spectacle of death.

your brother let out a heavy sigh. mischievous grin.

he turned his head, exchanged a glance with the Emperor. another bored chuckle. a condescending imperial glance in your direction. it's just another life. Dagyeom knew perfectly well that the Emperor had a soft spot for his sister.

then, a single, bored motion.

a finger raised.

mercy.

Taesoo’s grip loosened, his blade lowering, the tension bleeding from his shoulders.

and above, in the imperial balcony, your lips parted in silent relief.

he had won countless battles. had bathed in blood, had broken men, had earned the title of a champion.

but this was the first time a victory felt real.

Vasco — shark hybrid

the ocean was vast, a never-ending expanse of blue that stretched beyond sight. schools of fish darted between coral formations, their shimmering scales catching the dappled sunlight that filtered through the waves. among the reefs, Vasco and his pack moved through the water with effortless power and grace. their bodies were built for the ocean — powerful, streamlined, and fast. gray fins jutted from their backs, sharp-edged and sleek, cutting through the water like blades. smaller, more flexible fins adorned their elbows and sides, aiding in swift, precise movements, for both speed and control their sleek forms slicing through the currents.

as shark hybrids, other sea creatures avoided them, and for good reason. most hybrids had a reputation for being territorial, picking fights, and asserting dominance wherever they swam.

but many of his breed, and Vasco himself were different. he know a lot of good guys!

Vasco wasn’t driven by senseless violence or the need to strike fear. he was curious, filled with an unstoppable determination to understand the world around him. and at that moment, his world narrowed to a single figure among the reef.

it started with color, something bright flickering near the coral, weaving through the coral in soft, fluid movements. at first, he thought it was just fish, maybe some rare ones he hadn't seen before. but when he looked closer, really looked, his chest tightened in quiet wonder.

your tail shimmered in the dappled sunlight, gliding effortlessly through the water. it was long, delicate, with few additional fins, it stretched along your body and tail like the finest silk... nothing like the strong, sharp fins of his kind. mermaids weren’t built for chasing or hunting — you were something else entirely, something mesmerizing.

Vasco had never seen someone so effortlessly beautiful, so serene in the water, and he found himself slowing down to watch.

he had heard of your kind before, stories whispered among his tribesman. mermaids were elusive, soft creatures that stayed near the shallows, away from the deep waters, where predators roamed.

he watched, fascinated, as you and your friends floated near the coral, your voices carrying like soft ripples under the water. you were talking, laughing, completely unaware of him and his pack at first. Vasco tilted his head, eyes wide, taking in how different you all were — your tails flicking gently in the water, your delicate fingers brushing against the reef, when you were looking at something in corals.

yours was the first he noticed. your tail shimmered like liquid silk, soft and smooth, its scales catching the sunlight that filtered through the waves. each shift of your body sent ripples of color cascading through it — hints of pearlescent blues and soft iridescent pinks blending seamlessly with the water around you. it was nothing like his own rough, battle-worn form.

he wanted to come closer.

his tail moved without thinking, just a little, just enough to shorten the distance between you. he wasn’t sure what to do — maybe he should say hi? maybe mermaids liked to be nudged like sharks hybrids usually did? he didn’t know, but he wanted to find out.

but then, you saw him.

and everything shifted in an instant.

your eyes went wide, your whole body tensing as if you had seen something dangerous. your friends gasped, gripping your wrist, their tails flicking wildly as all of you darted away, disappearing behind the reef with a flurry of bubbles.

Vasco stopped, confused.

why were you swimming away? he hadn’t done anything. he had barely even moved.

he watched helplessly as you disappeared into the blue, your colors fading like a dream slipping away.

Vasco blinked, his broad shoulders slumped down and eyes filled with sadness. he turned to Bumjae, one of his packmates, his best friend, who swam up beside him with a knowing smirk.

“guess we scared them off,” Bumjae chuckled, flicking his tail idly.

“but… we didn’t even do anything.” Vasco furrowed his brows, his sharp teeth pressing together in frustration. “why did they swim away?”

Bumjae shrugged. “mermaids don’t usually stick around when they see other hybrids. it’s kinda normal.”

Vasco frowned, his gaze dropping to his hands, to his broad chest, to the dark fins cutting through the water.

“but we weren’t attacking them.” Vasco’s tail flicked behind him, his mind racing. he replayed the look of fear on your face, the way you fled so quickly — like you thought he was a threat.

he had never thought of himself as scary before. strong, sure. big, yeah. but scary?

maybe mermaids were just… shy?

Bumjae was already leading the pack away, their figures blending back into the depths of the ocean, but Vasco hesitated for a moment longer. his gaze lingered on the reef where you had vanished.

he had never seen anything like you before.

with one last glance, Vasco turned and swam away, but you never left his mind.

you will meet once again, right?...

[svetamillss]

Headcanons: You suffer from ADHD🌷

Featuring: Yeon Si Eun x Reader(f)

Warnings: English is not my native language, there may be errors in the description of the diagnosis.

• You were the complete opposite of each other. He is a quiet and introverted guy who loves silence very much, you suffered from ADHD. His two friends even asked the question how you were able to meet and start dating, but you decided not to explain anything to them, because the questions will still remain.

• Yes, it was difficult for him with you. Even very much. You were a terribly emotional girl. Your mood changed literally every ten minutes, Si Eun did not have time to adapt to one, as everything changed dramatically by 180 degrees. You didn't even understand why you were angry or crying and it made him even harder.

- Did I do something wrong? - he asked in a calm tone, seeing you crying, and he only had time to say hello to you and ask how your day went.

- I DON'T KNOW!! - you shouted, all he had to do was stay calm and not react too aggressively to your screams. Sometimes it was hard for him, but he knew it wasn't your fault.

•You had big problems with your studies, no, you were a smart girl, but because you couldn't concentrate, your grades went downhill. Si Eun tried to explain the topics and help you do your homework, of course you could chat about other things, get up several times and twin different directions. All he had to do was exhale and wait patiently for you to pay attention again.

• It's very difficult for you to communicate with your peers. We can say that your boyfriend replaced your friend as well. He knew about it, so he didn't make you walk with his friends in a large company. Although they asked why you didn't all walk together, he didn't answer, because you asked for it, because you were shy of your diagnosis.

• You often thought that you were unworthy of him, and very often cried in front of him about it. He did not know how to express his feelings correctly, it was difficult for him to say thousands of words about love and support, but instead he would listen to your cries, not turn away, and then silently hug you, gently stroking your back. This is enough for you to understand that he likes you the way you are.

• Because of the diagnosis, your sleep and appetite are disturbed, you suffer from insomnia and can eat only once a day, he is not happy with this, because he is worried about your health, so he tries to keep an eye on you, he does not force you to eat or sleep, he does it carefully and gradually, making it clear that there is nothing to worry about if you do not succeed the first time.

• He always walks you to school and meets you after school. Your classmates know what your boyfriend is like when he's angry, so they've stopped bothering you. He'll never let anyone hurt you and is ready to kill anyone who hurts you or laughs at your health problems.

[ckheadcanons]

At CalTech The Binary Brothers are going to meet Sheldon Cooper and Demetri and Sheldon will consider each other as irritating and annoying.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE SEUNG EUN HAN(JOHAN SEONG) HEADCANONS

I feel so bad for what he has to go through, he does NOT deserve whatever he has to go through 

You'd meet Johan Seong when his dog Eden would run off from him as usual. He was hunting for Eden as usual when he spotted him with you, you were petting his head and stroking his ears as Johan smiled softly to himself, glad to see that Eden was okay and he struck up a conversation with you. The two of you would talk for a while and Johan would be lying if he said he didn't like your company. He actually liked spending time with you and wanted to spend more time with you, which was something he didn't feel since a long time. He wants to know more about you however his mind will be telling him to cool it for the time being. He's quite disappointed even when he doesn't show it that you have to leave, he wishes he could spend more time with you and get to know you better 

He wouldn't exactly fall in love at first sight, he doesn't believe in the whole love at first sight thing and has a rather logical outlook on the world. With his mom's blindness and his decreasing sight, he knows the only way to survive in the world is if he gets stronger and has power. Falling in love was the last thing he'd ever wanted, so why was his heart racing wildly against his chest and his face felt warm and flushed whenever he kept seeing you? Perhaps he was getting sick...that could be the reason, he isn't supposed to fall in love. He'll keep denying his feelings for you at first but when he sees you with someone else he'll get really cranky and annoyed. Why the HELL are you hanging with some other random dude when you have him by your side? Is this a way of telling him that he's not good enough for you or something? You should have known you're supposed to be by HIS side since the day you've met Eden and him 

He has abandonment issues and trust issues, a LOT. He'll do extensive research on your likes and dislikes and your personality and he'll have your habits memorized too. He literally BLENDS in with the shadows of the night which makes it easier for him to stalk you and tail you whenever you're going back to your house. He'll end up breaking into your house as well at some point maybe when you're away or something. He'll take in every single detail of your room and ensure Eden doesn't mess up your room. His eyes will land on the pictures of you with your friends and his expression will darken slightly. He doesn't care if they're people from your past but he does hope you're in contact with them any longer, else he'll have to make a few house calls 

He'll take a few 'souvenirs' for himself as well, not major things which you would realize would be missing, small things like your pens, pencils, your favorite lip gloss so he can imagine what it would be like to kiss those beautiful soft lips of yours...He has insecurities as well, he's worried you'll leave him like everyone else one day and that can't happen. The thought of losing you scares him, he can't lose you. He gets annoyed when someone else tries to steal you away from him, it just pisses him off to the core. Once you've left, he'll deal with that pest immediately by breaking their bones or just straight up murdering them. He shows NO mercy to those lousy scumbags who want to take you from him. The other day while you were speaking to one of the guys from your school, you didn't realize he was being too flirty with you and touchy with you, you failed to observe the slightly perverted look in his eyes but someone noticed it all right. A certain brown haired guy who always followed you around noticed it from the shadows, dressed in his usual black hoodie, white shirt and red sweatpants as his fists clenched till his nails dug into his skin 

After you left, Johan followed the guy back to his house and just as he was about to enter his house, he grabbed him by his hair and dragged him to the back of the alley nearby and slammed him against the wall as he warned him in a ominous tone to stay the hell away from you as he beat him unconscious to a bloody pulp. If he decides to ignore his words, he could always pay a night visit to get rid of him permanently. You have to hand it to him, he's determined when he wants to be. When he's determined to make you his in every way and manner possible, you better believe he's willing to do whatever the HELL it takes for that to happen. At frist he'll cleverly isolate you from your friends with slight emotional manipulation and guilt tripping from his side till you realize what's happening and it'll be too late for you to do anything 

Due to his insecurities and fears and all the immense paranoia of losing you, he'll kidnap you quicker than expected 

You'll wake up in his house and you'll be confused why Eden is with you, nuzzling his head against your hand. Johan would just calmly walk into the room and tell you what he did with a stoic look on his face while you'll be freaking out and panicking at what happened. He'll be slightly annoyed with you panicking, why are you getting scared? He's doing this for your own good, he's protecting you and saving you from every single thing that could potentially harm you. You should be glad, but he'll feel slightly bad when he sees you crying. He'll let out a soft sigh and grumble slightly as he'll wipe your tears with his thumb and caress your cheek softly and lovingly as he'll make some food for you. Don't think of abstaining yourself from eating or starving yourself, he'll just make you sit on his lap and feed you as he shoves mouthfuls of food into your mouth. You're eating one way or another and he'll make sure of that even if he has to FORCE you to eat and take care of yourself 

He's closed off and stoic around other people but he's like a hurt innocent child when he's around you. He feels like he can trust you, you've managed to tear down those barriers and walls caging his heart so it's a big deal when he starts telling you his feelings. When you hold him for the first time and hug him, it takes him all his will power and self control not to just tear up in your arms. He'll sigh in content as he'll pull you closer to him and bury his face in the nape of your neck. Yeah, whatever plans you've had afterwards will have to wait because once you're in his arms he'll refuse to let you go, clinging onto you like a leech or moss on the bottom of a rock 

Did I mention he was incredibly clingy too? He NEEDS to be around you, he'll hug you from behind whenever you're doing something. Even when you're sleeping he doesn't let you be, he'll be the big spoon as he pulls you closer to him to cuddle with you and he feels like he's protecting you from something. Just humor him unless you want to deal with him being sulky, grumpy and annoyed for the rest of the day. Literal embodiment of a puppy sometimes, with murderous pent up rage. Growing up, he didn't really have a lot of attention. He always had to shoulder responsibilities and he just needs someone to tell him they're proud of him and show him some affection. Even the slightest touch from you will send his mind into an overdrive and he'll start blushing and become flustered. He likes it when you pet his head and he likes giving you kisses on your head and your hand or nuzzling his cheek against yours. See, he does have his soft moments at times. He might not be able to afford really fancy and expensive stuff given with his mom's eye surgery but he's willing to buy and make small things for you to see you smile. Besides, it's the thought and the actions that counts more than the gifts in his opinion 

Don't escape from him for both of your sakes. If he returns back to find you gone, his dread and paranoia will start to settle in as he realizes his worst fear of losing you is coming true. However he'll compose himself as he's determined to find you no matter what. He'll have Eden track you down by identifying your scent and you can be DAMN sure he'll lead Johan to you. Johan will give you an icy glare as he drags you back home. Scream, kick, cry he doesn't care, he will not put up with your little temper tantrums. He won't hurt you physically but he'll yell at you for leaving him with tears running down his face, angry and hurt that you've betrayed him and he'll start with the guilt tripping of how Zack, his mother, everyone left him and how people like Gun took advantage of him to tug at your heart strings 

It will be quite a long time for him to trust you again. He'll calm down eventually but that doesn't mean you're off the hook either. He'll punish you by taking away your favorite items and FORCE you to cuddle with him every day till he's satisfied. You'll have to deal with him being suspicious and sulky for a while because of your little escape attempt. Every night he'll whisper in your ear about how you'll never be able to leave him. He doesn't feel guilty or bad even in the slightest that he's abducted you, he feels like it was necessary, you're HIS and only his. He's usually gentle and soft spoken towards you too. Under NO circumstances would he let you join God Dog, he doesn't want you fighting and getting hurt

He won't take it lightly when someone tries to take you from him. He'll deal with them quickly sending them to their literal death no matter who it is. He gets quite insecure of his eyes at times but his heart would melt when you comfort him about them which fuels his possessiveness towards you even more. Ultimately at the end of the day he just wants to come back to you, hug you and hold you in his arms and love you. Is that TOO much to ask? 

[iri-desky]

◇ A Few Headcanons About the R1999 Characters. ◇

●♡● All Very Fluffy! ●♡●

○ Pavia is a horrible cook. I mean, terrible. He usually just grabs meals at restaurants or TV dinners, throwing the leftovers to the wolves (literally) -- that being said, his mother was a fantastic, meticulous cook. Although he's never met her, he wants to try and learn to cook in a similar fashion as her.

○ Zima often is too anxious to communicate with people face to face. As such, sometimes he allows his birds to take letters or notes to different people, using them as a personal mail system. His English writing isn't quite the best yet, although some magical enhancement fixes that.

○ TTT knows everything about pop culture or the latest TV hit... as someone stuck in some TVs, she of course is constantly plugged into that. If there's any gossip going through the channels or news, she knows it. Although, strangely, her channels are somehow still tuned to what they were back in her Era, on the same timeline. For all the arcanists who are from eras newer than hers, she desperately tries to tell them not to spoil any given event unless absolutely necessary. Of course, a lot of the more mischievous arcanists take advantage of this to mess with her.

○ Erick has claimed a portion of the wild area as her own, claiming it's her domain. No one argues.

○ An-An Lee and Horropedia constantly banter about horror movies. They've been inseparable ever since An-An was summoned to the suitcase -- everyone senses trouble brewing thanks to this duo.

○ Zima and Voyager get along swimmingly, and Zima has pretty much adopted Voyager as his daughter. This is because both of them share common loves; nature, the arts, and silence. At times, Voyager may visit Zima while he's writing, and play her violin as a calming soundtrack to soothe his nerves and coax inspiration.

○ The Knight is always awake, as he doesn't have a body that needs to be charged any longer. However, he still enjoys his freedom at night by perusing the many books in the library within the suitcase, all from dozens of eras. Sometimes he even reads old fairy stories from his Era, and even explains their origins to others -- especially the kids, as he sometimes gives them tales of heroism to entertain them!

○ Medicine Pocket sometimes sleeps on the floor, eats their food while sitting cross legged on the floor, or wakes up the others at dawn... basically, every doglike mannerism you can imagine a human can have while still being somewhat civilized, they probably have it. They also have especially strong senses, and once sensed the identity of another arcanist entering the suitcase again by scent alone.

○ Horropedia once pranked the other arcanists in a Scream-style adventure -- where he convinced them he finally went nuts. There was a copious amount of horror references throughout as he called each prank-ie, asking "wanna make a scary movie?" (/ref) , and the only person involved who understood them all was Blonney. Horropedia won't get over that, and he was way too happy about it.

[eunxhan]

❝ A burden weighed heavy upon both their hearts, forging a bond neither could escape. ❞

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Ꮺ 💧 Requested ⨾ Hi Hi ♡♡! I would like to request a Ticci Toby fanfic, with a male reader who would be a friend of Toby's before he started homeschooling, and they ended up meeting again years later, when Toby was already a proxy. Like, Toby and the reader had been friends for a long time, but when the whole incident occurred the reader didn't hear from Toby anymore and thought he was dead, until they meet again!

I wish it was something platonic, I'm dying for just platonic comfort with this man. ૮꒰ྀི ᴗ͈ ˕ ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀིა I would also like to say that I love your writing and the whole aesthetic of your profile, it is so good to look at, and your writing is so good and consistent, I hope you are having a great night/day!! (feel free not to write if you don't like it!!) ♡꒰ ´ ` ഒ

Ꮺ Eun Replied ⨾ Hello, I adore your idea! I barely write for platonic and I'm so happy that I finally have a reason to write one— Although I made this fluff with angst at the end and I hope this is to your liking. Thank you also, I tried making my page organized and easy to find my works ^^ I may.. Or may not go overload with the back story yet I'm still not happy with what I came up with.

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — FLUFF, ANGST. UNHEALTHY FRIENDSHIP.

Reader & Genre ⨾ MALE!RDR. HE/HIM/HIS. PLATONIC.

Words used ⨾ 2,318 words 12,781 characters

Character ⨾ TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS. (TICCI TOBY)

Art Credits ⨾ @/6raveyardbat

Ꮺ Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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6-7 YEARS OLD —

Toby's life had always been filled with challenges, especially when it came to his health. He had always been prone to uncontrollable tics and twitches, which made it difficult for him to fit in with other children. He was often teased and ridiculed for his condition, and it made him feel like a social outcast. It wasn't until [M/N] came into his life that he finally found someone who he could connect with. [M/N] was kind, generous, and compassionate, in his eyes.

When the two boys first met, Toby was like a kitten abandoned under the rain and misunderstood in class. He had a condition that caused him to uncontrollably tic and twitch, and the other children at school bullied him endlessly. But something in [M/N] felt like he wants to take care of him, he saw the good in Toby and became 'friends' with him, even when it meant being bullied by others themselves. Although, it was hard to approach Toby. He looks at him as if he was prey, as if he wanted to do something to him but eventually he manage to get in Toby's side.

Toby was not nice or empathetic at all, he doesn't really understand why [M/N] get hurt when he said something so offensive and insulting. He doesn't understand why [M/N] cries when he slaps him. He was being treated like this, Why can't [M/N] handle it like he does?

11-12 YEARS OLD —

Toby was aware of how other kids treated [M/N], he was vulnerable and yet something in him snapped when a kid touched [M/N]. A kid that isn't him. Leading him to doing something awful. Yet [M/N] makes up excuses to find a reason why Toby had done that, as if he doesn't want to see the real Toby.

For as long as they could remember, [M/N] and Toby had shared a close bond. They had been each other's constant companions since the days of elementary school, and despite Toby's medical condition, [M/N] had never let that stop him from being a true friend. Although their homes were separated by only a few blocks, before and after school, he was right Infront of Toby's window. [M/N] would often make the trek to be with Toby. They would often spend their weekends or even some weekdays after school together, enjoying one another's company. Sometimes, they would talk for hours on end, always finding a way to have their conversation even when they were physically apart. [M/N] would find a spot where he could view Toby's window, and they would talk with each other just by using a pen and paper. Despite their limited means of communication, they never cared how long they spoke, for they knew that their bond was unbreakable.

This friendship has now become a testament of true friendship, not only to Toby and [M/N] themselves, but to everyone who has witnessed their journey. Though everything isn't always happy, this leads him to feeding his delusions, like he was making up scenarios about the both of them. Toby thinking if they keep being like this, nothing will come to them.

[M/N] had always been aware of the hardships that Toby faced in his home life. He knew that his father was an alcoholic and often took his frustrations out on the rest of the family. Toby would rarely talk about what went on in his home, but [M/N] knew that it couldn't have been easy for him. When Toby was caught talking to him, [M/N] was enraged at the unfairness. The fact that Toby was punished by his father and prevented from going to school for a week because of something so simple and innocent was unacceptable. It only served to further solidify [M/N] determination to stand by Toby and support him through thick and thin, no matter how difficult it might be.

[M/N] had always been a gentle presence in Toby's life, always reminding him to take care of himself. He would often check up on Toby to make sure he was eating enough, and would gently remind him to avoid bad habits like chewing his inside cheeks or not taking care of himself. His acts of kindness and compassion were never ceasing, and they often helped keep Toby on the right track.

Toby's mother is grateful to have [M/N] in her son's life yet also afraid about what would happen to him. She know her son well enough, the episodes, the outbursts, she knew. A pure boy like [M/N], Toby will just suck that out of him. For His Sister Lyra? She was overjoyed, she sees you almost everyday outside just to talk to Toby and she covers you up whenever their dad spot you. She talks to you sometimes outside, she was so happy to see you everytime.

However, when [M/N] 's guardian finally found out about him getting bullied for protecting Toby, things took a turn for the worst. It wasn't the first time they heard him getting bullied, none of the teachers were doing anything. His guardian made it clear that they did not approve of their friendship and told [M/N] to avoid Toby at all costs to the point they're moving out. [M/N] , heartbroken and throwing a fit, could not help but feel devastated at the thought of losing his only friend and constant companion.

The news that Toby was being placed in homeschooling only served to amplify his sadness, forcing him to come to terms with the possibility of not seeing his dear friend ever again, it was the final nail in the coffin - [M/N] was devastated knowing he was losing the one person who had always been there for him.

Toby's reaction to his mother's decision to put him in homeschooling is both one of anger and confusion. On one hand, he may view homeschooling as a relief from the bullying he was facing at school, but he was frustrated that he was being separated from his closest friend, [M/N]. Why would she let him get away from [M/N].. He was doing so fine with him? What Toby doesn't see, [M/N] was also suffering from the bullying he was receiving just by Toby's condition getting worse would likely result in him feeling less capable of handling everyday life, which may impact his overall mood and emotions. As such, his reaction could be interpreted as feeling overwhelmed or even hopeless, as he may feel alone and without proper support in such a challenging time..

But as the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, [M/N] started to lose hope. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened to Toby, but he didn't know what. And the thought that he might never see his best friend again was too painful to bear.

17 YEARS OLD —

[M/N] was consumed by guilt and regret; it had been weeks even months since he last spoke to Toby, and he couldn't help but wonder if the worst had happened. No matter how hard he tries to communicate, he had nothing. He even thinks Toby was dead. The thought of losing his best friend, the person who had always been there for him through thick and thin, was unbearable, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow at fault.

Right when [M/N] hears the news about the car accident, he felt his heart drop down to his stomach. A combination of shock, worry, and grief. His immediate concern will be for the safety and well-being of Toby and his sister, and he want to know more details about the accident as soon as possible but [M/N] 's guardian never let him be close to the Rogers'.

It was like everything happened in just a second. This tragic series of events would understandably leaving the poor guy feeling a wide range of emotions - shock, distress, and a deep sense of loss. The death of Toby's father.. And two weeks later, there was few missing or injured teens and one of the suspects was Toby? He was being consumed by worry for Toby's safety and well-being, and the thought of him being controlled by something unknown would further enhance his sense of helplessness and fear.

But something in him had hope, Toby was still alive.

18-19 YEARS OLD —

He decided to take action. He dug through every news article and police report he could find, searching for any sign of Toby's whereabouts. He scoured the streets, asking anyone and everyone if they had seen him, but there was no trace.

With nothing to go on, [M/N] decided to take the search into his own hands, even if it meant putting himself at risk. He scoured the woods and forests, calling out for Toby's name, hoping against hope that he would hear a reply.

And that was it, He saw Toby.. [M/N] was devastated to see what Toby had become. The boy who he had once known as his best friend was now a monster with a thirst for murder, a proxy for some unknown force. But [M/N] refused to give up on Toby - he knew that somewhere deep down, there was still a glimmer of the friend he had once known.

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The brisk air bites at his face as leaves crunch underneath. Hearing random noises that animals makes, cold wind hits his face. Snaps. he heard, making him turn to the direction where he heard the branch snaps. He sees a man around 5'6, with an old hatchet. [M/N] stumbled upon Toby in the dense forest, a wave of confusion washed over him. His pale face is covered by goggles and a mouthguard, a bit of brunette hair visible that made [M/N] question if that was Toby or not. He had known Toby from a previous life, a time when they were friends, sharing laughter and memories that seemed like a distant memory. Now, however, Toby was a changed man, his once-cheerful demeanor replaced by a cold, calculating gaze.

Toby's eyes widened at the sight of the [M/N], he tried to conceal his emotions. He didn't want the [M/N] to see him in this state, as a proxy and a killer. He truly didn't want to see the man now, after all he have done to run away and escape. Bitterness bubbled in his chest as he remembered the [M/N] departure, the weight of betrayal still heavy on his heart.

"Toby," the [M/N] was cut off by Toby. "W-Why are you here?!" He yelled, making the other flinch. "I was looking for you! You disappeared, and after seeing the news.. I-.. I—" Toby's eyes blazed with anger, his voice rasping as he replied, "Mmm-me?! You left me in the dust, [N/N]. You chose to walk away, and now I'm stuck in this hellhole, killl—ling for my survival."

[M/N] and Toby stared at each other, the weight of their history hung heavy in the air. [M/N] 's heart ached at the sight of his former friend, his thoughts racing as he tried to piece together the events that led to this moment. He can't even walk closer, Toby isn't the same anymore. Not with a hatchet on his hand.

"Your face..." The boy whispered, his eyes widening as he took in Toby's gruesome visage. Blood caked his features, and his eyes held a haunted look that seemed to go beyond the physical damage.

Toby voice shook with anger and desperation, "Sta—y back! You don't want to see this!"

[M/N] hesitated, his gut churning as he considered the offer to help. The police were the last thing Toby needed, and he knew that his own involvement could have severe repercussions. "I... I won't tell anyone," he promised, taking a step forward. "We can leave this place and find a way to fix it. Whatever happened, we can get through it together."

But Toby response was immediate, his hatchet raised in warning. The brunette faltered, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the fear in Ticci's eyes, a fear that was palpable and all-consuming. "You don't understand," Toby whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking with emotion.

Toby was angry, confused, frustrated. He wants [M/N] out of here, he was angry because of him going to such a dangerous place like here. He would never ever want to see the boy be trapped like he was. "Please, Toby," [M/N] pleaded, his voice trembling with compassion. "I'm here to help you. We can run, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Just put the hatchet down, and we can figure this out together. We can go back."

"Do nnnot bring the past!" Toby's eyes searched the young man's face, his own filled with doubt and uncertainty. He could see the sincerity in the other boy's gaze, a shimmer of hope that pierced through the darkness clouding his mind. "I don't need—need to go, All I want is you to get out of here!" he snapped again, his voice cracking. He hated this feeling, it was a long time that he felt something like this again.

"I can't leave you here, Tobias ," [M/N] insisted, his voice filled with determination. "I owe you that much."

Toby's eyes hardened, hearing that name made his blood boil. his voice sharp as he retorted, "Don't you see? This is why you must leave! I can't let you get hurt because of me!— if the others se—es you— they'll —"

"Others?" [M/N] spoke, his heart aching at Toby's words. Who's them? There's more? Toby is with them? He wanted to help, to make things right for the man who had once been his friend. But he also understood the pain that drove Toby, the fear that had taken root in his heart.

"Who's them..? ," he said softly, stepping back.

To be continued...

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Ꮺ ⨾ I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED OR TRANSLATED.

[captivatingckcreations]

— first love and kisses (p2)!

˖°📷 summary ;; the adults from Cobra Kai is giving you your first kiss OR you were giving them their first kiss // the ones you're giving it to are: Kim Da-eun ˖° cobra kai characters x you/non-binary reader ˖° cute, fluff, funny, sfw / a bit of nsfw

—. Carmen Diaz

you try to figure out a good time for the two of you to begin kissing or have your first kiss after it's been a while, since she took on more shifts at the hospital. you decide to sneak one in the morning as she leaves for work. blinking in surprise, she turns to you with a soft smirk and giving you one back. she tells you if you waited that long to kiss her, you should wait in her bedroom when she gets back. your mind races everywhere wanting to know what could she mean by that. she comes back home exhausted and sweaty it seems like, with fury and a teasing hunger in her eyes. you light upside as you see her creep closer to you. she's going to eat you whole with those eyes, and you let her; she deserves it after all her hard work.

—. Kim Da-eun *💞

she tells you from the get-go that she has been wanting and waiting to kiss you, but can’t wait any longer for you to say anything. you were taken aback, for sure, by how sudden and direct she was about it. she says it’ll be her first kiss as an adult because she believes the one she received as a child didn’t count (it was from a bully during her teen years, but she doesn’t go into much detail about it). another thing that surprised you is how gentle she was, and your commentary about it made her switch her approach with you. now she’s making you bleed under her control, of course. it’s as if she is laced you with venom, weakening you as she cups your head upward to face her more directly. there is a brief moment of eye contact before you see her close her eyes. does meeting your eyes make her nervous?

—. John Kreese

definitely smells of heavy smoke and musk from cologne, maybe even some Jäeger. that's the first thing you notice about him. you try to be polite so as not to piss him off, but your curiosity gets the better of you one day and you ask him why he smells that way. he says it's to cleanse his mind from remembering the war, and nothing further. he does mention a couple more things to you and tells you not to tell Silver about them because he's never told him - well, not yet, anyway. he knows that one day he will. you bring yourself to ask him how else he eases his mind from the war, which leaves him silent, so he has no clue what you're going to be offering him. he didn't know that you would be offering to kiss his mouth. the cracks on his shed away at yours, making them bleed. the taste of your blood equally frightens and intrigues him as he gasps, and the two of you break away.

—. Amanda LaRusso

you notice the shade of her lipstick and her very evident perfume; both are equally rich and seductive, reeling you in to be closer to her for the evening. she gets excited when she sees you. "Just the person I want to see," she chirps, clapping her hands together in a tiny applause. you help her with some tasks she needed done, and she gives you a kiss on the mouth as a reward. the lipstick stains your mouth, making her giggle about how sloppy her kiss was. she wipes some of it away before giving you an "eskimo kiss" (essentially a nose rub with her own). she spins around on her heel, walking the other way, leaving you standing there, almost looking like a fool with smudged lipstick on your mouth. you hurry after her as if you had no control of yourself. the two of you kiss more in the backseat of her car.

—. Daniel LaRusso

seems to be heavily focused on training the kids, which you find intriguing to watch. you say some excuse to keep watching. during one of their five-minute breaks, you ask him about how he would go about kissing someone, subtly hinting that someone would be you. he says he can lay down a pretty gnarly one, coming off as a brag, and you ask him to prove it, which he had no problem doing. he takes your face gently in his hands and lands one on your mouth. wanting to break free to catch your breath, he pulls you in further, slipping in his tongue to wrestle around with yours. your heart skips a beat when he does that; your face is rosy when he breaks it off. “I told you I could,” he says with a wink as he gets back to teaching the kids.

—. Johnny Lawrence

would wait until the perfect moment to strike, to plant a kiss on your mouth. he knows, you know, and both of you know what you’re wanting. none of you make the first move, just moving closer to the other. eventually, when the two of you are alone, you lean into the other’s embrace, staring up/looking down at one another. he smiles at you, nuzzling his nose on yours before planting a gentle kiss on your mouth. it surprised you, knowing how gentle he was with you. you can see in his eyes he was hungry for more but didn’t push for it. you wondered why, as he nods you off, but you wanted to stay. he told you to go before the two of you would do something you might regret in the morning. what was he doing?

—. Terrence Silver

teases you, getting you all rattled up so your mind won’t be flooded with ideas to kiss him. he knows you want to; he’s quite smart, after all, so he’ll know anything you’re thinking or something close to it. you find it creepy that he can get in your head like that and use it for his own gain. he’s a cocky bastard, that’s one thing for certain, but it’s just that he’s cocky, and oddly enough, you like that. it’ll be hard to decide if it’s the charm or the cockiness that’s getting in the way. the smell of his whiskey consumes you as he finally leans over, giving you what you wanted. “Are you happy, my dear,” he asks, finally feeling husked, his voice low. he seems tipsy, almost, but you don’t see a glass in his hand. the two of you look at one another before getting more passionate - or was it aggressive with the approach? you didn't know, but you couldn't complain much about that; the kisses tasted quite sweet, almost like caramel...

—. Toguchi Chozen

you're not certain what's on his mind, and you want to pick his brain, wondering what's inside. he doesn't seem focused on your whereabouts, though there are times when he asks where you could be. apparently, he had something he wanted to give you and hoped you'd like it, which caught your attention. you'll ask him about that after seeing him wrap up practice at Miyagi-Do. his eyes flickered with surprise that you would even ask. you watch as he smiled before crooking his head to line up with yours, slipping a kiss on your mouth. but that's not all - he also slipped a necklace around your neck. is this what he thought you'd like? it was rather adorable, and you said you did like it. “The necklace isn't what I thought you'd like - I knew you would - but the kiss… did you like it,” he asked, almost nervous about how you'd perceive it.

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[dyaz-stories]

hello! could i request c, j, k, v with sub!eunhyuk? thankyou💗

Sure!

NSFW Headcanon Game

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Hm, so I think Eun Hyuk is a really clean guy and probably doesn't like the feeling of cum all that much, so he'll wash himself quickly after sex — and would probably be into shower sex as well. I could lowkey see him being into cum used as lube as a humiliating thing though. With that being said, very very into you swallowing. If he's not exhausted already, he'll be ready to go again in no time after that.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Eun Hyuk doesn't jack off unless he's super super pent up. I mean, he lives with his sister in a tiny apartment and he has to Study all the time and he doesn't have time for that nonsense. If he really can't take it anymore, he'll try to make it as quick as possible. Favorite fantasies include you sucking him off and you riding him, and it's embarrassing how fast they make him come. He washes them all away as he washes his hands, and then he goes back to pretend it never happened.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I could see sub!Eunhyuk being into pet play. He's constantly using his brain and thinking and he has so many responsibilities, it would feel great if he could just not think anymore and follow orders. He would take a little while to slip into the right headspace, but once he has his collar and you're treating him like a dumb dog, all there's space for in his mind is you you you and to be honest, that's all he really wants.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Eun Hyuk isn't loud — not on purpose anyway. He has pretty good self control and tries not to be too vocal, so any sound he makes will be due to surprise or if he's just feeling too good. He moans really prettily, fairly high-pitched. If you're trying to make him be more vocal, be warned that he can be a huge brat and will make you work for it, even if he's the one who provoked you by telling you you couldn't make him scream.

[kideaternomnom]

okay I know I don’t post fanfic stuff here but does ANY BLOG take requests from sweet home if so please comment bc I am in desperate need of some headcanons I can request because one of the characters is too fine

[akiyamanemu]

💌. Falling in love Headcannons

🚬.Seong Eun x Fem reader

• He wants to impress, get your attention and get your love through expensive gifts while strangely still trying to treat you with indifference.

• A big guy acting like a 10 year old boy when he falls in love, he doesn't know how to behave or what's happening to him, but he feels his heart beating faster and faster inside his chest, sometimes he even ends up thinking which is some kind of feeling of inferiority burning in his chest.

• He definitely didn't think he could fall in love, for him it was fine to just have casual encounters with strange women just to satisfy himself, but that changed a lot after meeting you, very cliché.

• He wasn't the heartbreaker type when you met him, he was just "Too busy to have romance", which means "I'm afraid" in his language.

• However, as soon as he, in his own way, takes the initiative to ask you to be his girlfriend, he will definitely become a little clingy and questioning.

• "Do you like that tie?" , "Do these cufflinks match my suit?" And You always reassure and praise him.

• Trying unsuccessfully not to show you his "ugly and insane" side, at all costs even if you have already noticed/accepted it in him.

• He is always willing to give you pleasure, make you tremble on the sheets until you are both satisfied.

• Jealous, insecure and grumpy.

• Maybe it's not the healthiest relationship in the world, but you love each other and try hard to be there for each other and help each other.

[It's not my best, but I haven't written anything new for a long time, so forgive me, but as soon as I regain my confidence I'll write some of the asks I received]

[babyjakes]

delicate. [blurb.]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | virgin

pairing | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | ddlg; daddy!ari is sooo soft the softest ever. virginity loss, not very graphic. stretching ft. ari's 13 inch dick. clit rubbing. cock bulging in tummy kink. lots of praise and encouragement. reader struggles to take him (same girl), cries a little. p in v, protection not specified. ari gives a safeword reminder.

word count | 837

an | written for ari's #1 babygirl @evansbby, who's been very good this year so no need to leave coal (an andy fic lol) under the tree for her!! happy holidays to you friend, i tried to make ari as sweet and soft and loving and wonderful as you always remind us he'd be! <33 hope the 13 inches live up to your expectations, if he's 13 inches soft he's a shower,, right??

Dragging his fingertips over your hipbones, Ari's warm gaze met your own as he whispered one final time, "You sure you're sure, baby? We can always wait. Daddy knows how big of a deal this is."

He had set the bedroom up just right for the occasion, his goal to make the space as safe and comforting as possible. He had lube on hand in case you'd need it, a big fluffy blanket spread out over the bed to act as a soft surface for you to lie on, a candle he knew you liked burning on the nightstand, and everything for cleanup and aftercare set out in advance: a pack of baby wipes, a clean pair of panties, one of your favorite old t-shirts of his that you liked to sleep in, and more. If your daddy was one thing, it was thoughtful, and he had put plenty of thought and care into preparing for your first time.

"'m sure, Daddy," you giggled sweetly, smaller hands coming down to find his. And you meant it; you had been the one to finally initiate things, after all. Ari had been patiently waiting for you to tell him you were ready, never giving you even the tiniest sense that he was getting impatient. He wanted everything done on your timeline, when your heart and body were telling you that they were ready.

The broad man held your hands momentarily, giving them a squeeze as he smiled adoringly at you, "Okay, princess. Just wanna be sure." Gently releasing your fingers to lay on your tummy, he brought his thumbs down to spread your puffy pussy lips open. He had already spent plenty of time warming you up and getting you ready; as he suspected, he wouldn't be needing any help from the lube. "So fuckin' pretty, sweetheart. Look at how wet you are for me, such a good girl." He took a moment to swirl some of your arousal over your perfect little clit, marveling at the way it twitched excitedly beneath his touch.

Steadying his thumb there, he moved his other hand down to line up his leaking tip at your entrance. Pushing his head up against your tiny opening, he sucked in a breath, trying to reel himself in. It was taking all the strength and self-control he had to refrain from sinking himself into you without a care- but your big, trusting eyes blinking up at him so adorably were more than enough to keep him in check. You were his princess, his baby, his entire world; he didn't have it in him to hurt you, no matter how tempting the situation.

"Ready, pretty girl? Take a deep breath for me," his heavy voice guided you as he gently began easing himself in. Immediately, the stretch was nearly unbearable. Little feet kicking weakly, you whimpered as tears welled in your eyes. "You're okay, baby. You're okay," Ari took his time with you, keeping his thumb working circles over your clit to help with the discomfort. "You remember your word, sweetheart?"

"M-mhm," you sniffled, the way you rubbed your eyes so sweetly earning a loving smile from the man. "Keep going Daddy, please. I-I can take it," you promised. As much as the insertion ached, you were determined to be a big girl for your daddy.

Gentle eyes resting on your face, Ari's voice swelled with affection as he murmured, "My baby girl's so brave. Doin' so well, little one. That's it, just keep those pretty eyes on me."

It was a long, grueling affair, each inch of his massive length proving to be harder to take than the last. But through every painful moment, he was talking you right through it. "Doin' so well, sweetheart." "That's it, baby. Keep breathin' for me." "Almost there, pretty girl. Daddy's so proud'a you."

When he finally pushed the last of himself inside you, his wide hips pressing up to meet your own, he brought a hand up to cup your cheek as the rest of his body stilled. As he stood there over you, looking down on your sweat-dampened face, you swore you'd never seen his eyes shine with so much love. "Look at that, sweet girl. So full of Daddy," he crooned with pride, his hand rising from your clit to gently press on the base of your tummy where his cock was bulging from within you.

"S-so full," you managed a nod in agreement.

Barely rocking his hips, Ari was intent on giving you plenty of time to get used to his size. As you lay there on your back, panting from the arduous process of simply fitting his entirety inside of you, your daddy's heart was so full of love and sympathy for you. "My good, sweet girl," he hummed knowingly, wiping a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek. "Don't worry, little one. We'll take things nice and slow. I'm in no rush; the most important thing to me is making you feel good."

[moonbyulsstuff]

Hi ! ✨

I I don't know if you still take requests otherwise you can ignore 👀 but I saw that you were writing about Eun Sung from reality can we have more headcanons ? it was so cute 🥰 😻

Like who took the first step or a domestic headcannon or more on disputes and reconciliations

Love u 💫

Domestic Headcannon.

GN Reader.

Request Rules.

Masterlist.

Requested.

Between you and Eun-Sung, people would have thought it was Eun-Sung who would have made the first step between the two of you.

Asking you out first, but it turns out it was you who made the first step, asking him out first.

Even though Eun-Sung was a man of confidence, he was slightly weak and nervous when it comes around you. So you took the first step of asking him on a date.

It came out as a shock to him but he did agree, he had a monotone look on his face but inside he was cheering, internally screaming.

So after a few dates, you two ended up dating.

Your relationship was cute, fun and most important of all, healthy.

Even if Eun-Sung may seem the red flag type of guy, but he wasn't. He didn't want to hurt you in any way.

He already got a reputation of being a cold and ruthless man for beating other people, he wanted to be the man you truly deserve.

Eun-Sung was careful and soft around you, making sure you were alright.

You two favorite way of spending time with each other was just at your house or at his, cuddling on the couch or on the bed.

He really liked having his hands on your body, he likes to feel your body under his touch.

Squeezing or rubbing your thigh, waist, your stomach, your back, your hair. But his favorite part of you was your thigh, he just likes how squishy or plump they were.

He enjoys squeezing them whenever he's out trance, busy, or stressed.

Now, I might not be taking any IRL quest request at the moment since I have stopped reading it at some point, so to the people who requested it. I'm very sorry and I'll try my best to finish them at some point.

[teafiend]

[ckheadcanons]

Cobra Kai Animated Spin Offs Ideas:

A Sci-Fi Comedy Starring The Binary Brothers exploring The Multiverse.

A Magical Girl Show starring Sam, Tory, Devon, Aisha, Moon and Yasmine. (Regarding Moon being a Pacifist, she is going to be the Character who had Flower related Powers.)

A Crime Solving Show starring Kenny, Devon and Anthony.

[twinklingwatermellon]

it’s also like. sometimes you watch something and get obsessed with it and have this idea of its themes and implications and the truths you can see in it and then you find that other people don’t love it so much or at least don’t love it for the more detailed reasons you do and you stop and ask yourself whether it was actually that good or whether all that good stuff is just what YOU saw in it and then the conclusions you drew and headcanons you added onto it afterwards