#if anything i might take some of those hate anons off your hands for a little bit lmao

[cavennmalore]

tagging @myfairkatiecat because it is only fair after you requested this word vomit lol

The thing about Keefe not being a good person is a little complicated. Full disclaimer, I don’t really believe in the whole good/bad person dichotomy, and definitely not for KIDS. Nevertheless, I don’t disagree with the people who say that Keefe isn’t the awesome person Sophie’s (biased) opinion makes him out to be. Not for the manipulative reasons -- which, Keefe is a teenage boy and I don't know about anyone else but that is like THE demographic for being a little messy in relationships lmao -- but for a lot of his planning. Joining the Neverseen without telling anyone what his plan was? Proposing himself as Mercadir without giving anyone a chance to refute him? Lying at the end of Legacy and showing up to the confrontation even though it was explicitly agreed he'd stay back? Basically, everything he did in Lodestar? Not great.

It's not Certified Good Guy Behavior. But that's his role. Keefe was literally designed to occupy this grey, questionable space, both in the narrative and outside of it. He's Sophie's character foil. Lady Gisela's plan revolves around pushing Keefe to become a worse and worse person; that involves raising him in a way that cultivates bad behavior and forcing him into increasingly extreme situations that are designed to make Keefe "ready" when the time comes. That is a huge part of the plots of Nightfall and Legacy.

Admittedly, I don't think Shannon has made him evil/grey enough, which I know isn't a popular take. There was real potential to make Keefe a wild card in Lodestar and make it so that the question isn't what stupid scheme is he planning? but to what extent have Lady Gisela's machinations worked? It's an interesting plotline to me. It's why I'm so excited for Unraveled; it's a chance to see this push-pull in action without Keefe's "north star" (AKA Sophie) guiding his decisions.

But a lot of people don't feel this way. A ton of the complaints I see around the book have to do with Keefe getting too much page time, the plotline taking up too much space in the story, etc. Which is fair! If you don't like Keefe, I'm sure a lot of this is grueling. However, a point I see connected to this line of thought is a wish for the books to return to a more ensemble vibe. That there should be more Dex, more Biana, more Stina, more Tam, etc. the way that it used to be.

That version of the books, though? It only really exists in the first book. Keefe is a prominent character in Exile and a huge driver of its plot. It's only in Book One where he only exists on the margins and isn't super involved. The ensemble cast has grown exponentially since then, to the point where there are frankly too many characters to keep track of in a scene without straight-up listing them all (which did happen but I'm forgetting which book). The decreased page time of supporting characters isn't solely because Keefe is eating the narrative, but because there are way too many characters for everyone to get a subplot; rather than have pre-existing characters solve issues, Shannon tends to just pull new ones in, and then leave them to hang out for the following books. If the series was for a more adult audience, I would say that it was time to start killing people off (like the popular critique of The Boys) but because this is a kids series, they're going to just hang around and not do much.

A lot of the nostalgia for this old version of KOTLC presents itself in fandom discussions of Dex. Full transparency: I didn't really like Dex that much in the early books when I did my reread. I found him unbearably rude to Fitz and Biana. His crush on Sophie felt invasive at times as if she was catering to a boy that was projecting his feelings and making her accommodate him. It's very similar stuff to the current criticism of Keefe! But I have yet to see any discussions around Dex that don't characterize him as kind, goofy, or sweet. Maybe there is some discussion of him being snarky or sarcastic. The most criticism I've seen of him is about how he treated Stina in his introduction, which was taken largely in isolation.

But that sweet, goofy version of Dex that people talk about missing? He doesn't exist. Sure, Dex mellowed out a ton in the later books, but he didn't become a whole new character. And I don't believe that he disappeared from the books in the way that some people claim. He just... doesn't have a subplot anymore. His crush on Sophie was resolved. It was a sticking point in his and Sophie's friendship which made him part of her character arc, and that arc is done. If that went on for any longer, it would be a drag on the pace of the series. Like I said before, the presence of so many side characters, each with their own needs and motivations, makes it difficult to introduce him into new stuff. It's why he gets so much more page time in Unlocked. With the presence of so many other characters, Shannon tends to handwave a lot of the background group dynamics. Dex ended up becoming close to Keefe and was able to shine there, away from Sophie's perspective and their finished arc.

All of this is to say, it's not wrong to dislike Keefe or like Dex. But I think a lot of the conversations surrounding these guys can get muddled in nostalgia and what people think the books should be rather than what they are. I'm (severely) guilty of it too. It's part of a broader trend in fandoms as "fandom" as a concept becomes more popular. That is a whole other post, though, and frankly, this one is long enough lol

[hysteria-things]

can you do a story where y/n is really sick (a cold)

and chris is loving and takes cares of her

SNUG AS A BUG

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’ve been fighting this terrible cold for about a week, and your boyfriend loves to take care of you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFF, swearing, crying

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 570

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: fun fact this is based off when i was sick and dying in like october LMAO it was the worst i’ve ever felt.

hope you like it anon!

i’m feeling jolly today so i might post a smut later ;)

here’s to day a million of being sick. realistically, it’s only been a week, but you still felt like shit.

the TV was playing your favorite show since you’ve had enough free time to binge. it feels like you’ve been glued to the couch forever.

tissues were scattered on the snack table next to you along with two empty bowls — one with soup from breakfast and one with ice cream. those are the only two things you can eat since your throat is killing you.

your parents have to work, so chris has been coming over to take care of you when they’re not available.

the front door opens; you don’t have the energy to look at who it is (even though you know)

“i got you your soup from wawa and some more water.” chris smiles sympathetically at you, placing the things on the table.

“thank you.” you hoarse out.

“how are you feeling?”

“terrible.”

he pouts. “i’m going to go to your room for just a second. let me know if you need anything.”

you nod as he walks away, making his way up the staircase. however, he pauses midway when he hears your sniffles.

it’s not just congested sniffles. they’re cry sniffles.

he snaps his head to you. you have the soup in your hands, but you’re not eating it. instead, you’re using the spoon to mix it.

he quickly goes back down the stairs to come rushing to you. “oh, no. none of that.” he takes his thumbs and wipes your tears, leaving his hands cupping your cheeks afterward.

“i don’t want to be sick anymore.” you sob. his heart is breaking seeing you like this. he hates it when you’re upset. “my h-head hurts so bad. a-and i feel so weak.”

“i know, i’m sorry.” he places your head into his stomach since he’s standing in front of you, and your tears start to wet his shirt. “just keep taking the medicine the doctor gave you and you’ll get better in no time.”

“i don’t want the soup.” you cry. you tend to say nonsense when you’re this upset about something.

“that’s okay.” he grabs it from your hands and places it with the other bowls. “we can save it for later, alright?”

a chill runs up your spine. chris starts to take the blanket off of your body and before you can protest, he speaks. “let’s bring you to bed. it’s much more comfortable.”

he takes your hands in his and helps you off the couch, walking at your pace until you’re upstairs and into your room. you immediately head under the covers, plus two more blankets for your chills.

chris starts tucking you in with a goofy grin on his face, as if he’s a father tucking in his child. “feel snug?”

you smile warmly. “as a bug.”

“i’m going to go get your medicine and water so you have them. i’ll be right back.”

you yawn but nod as he leaves the room.

moments later chris returns, but you already passed out. he quietly makes his way into the room when he notices this, placing the items on your nightstand.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before kneeling to kiss you on the forehead. “i love you.” he whispers, backing out of the room and closing the door, leaving you to sleep for the rest of the afternoon.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[another-lost-mc]

diff anon than the og perv mc and levi anon but id like to build off it: mc purposely setting themselves up for easy panty shots and of course levi cant resist snapping the pic. then one day mc bends over in front of levi in their skirt and they arent wearing underwear and levi short circuits

a/n: I must be in a mood 'cause I ran off with that idea.

levi x gn!reader | nsfw | mdni | 1.2k words

cw: reader in various types of clothing (skirt, panties, sleep/loungewear). flashing, taking dirty pics/videos (with consent but they're both pretending otherwise). mentions of masturbation, cum marking, voyeuristic behaviour (both).

Neither of you are very subtle about what's going on when Levi invites you to hang out in his room. He fidgets with his D.D.D. nervously and glances at you from the corner of his eye. He wants to be ready in case he gets lucky with another show you accidentally (to his knowledge) put on for him.

You have no reason to be wearing skirts that short, and you should know better than to bend over with or without anything else underneath. It's too tempting to resist though. You know he likes it, and he might pretend to look away while your eyes are on him, but he drops the ruse as soon as you look elsewhere.

Even if the item you drop ends up at his feet, he doesn't pick it up for you. He knows you're going to slide off the sofa and bend over directly in front of him to get it yourself, even if you could reach it from where you're sitting.

(You used to stay sitting at first so you had an excuse to lean into his body and press your chest against him, but that got boring after a while - it's too hard to feel his cock through those thick pants he wears.)

For some reason, you're so clumsy when you wear those skimpy little outfits for him. He can't see the grin spreading across your face while he fumbles with his D.D.D. behind you. Sometimes he loses his grip on it with those sweaty fingers of his, but you can be patient. You give him all the time in the world he needs to get his camera app open and ready; you take forever to pick up whatever it was you bent over to reach. It's almost like you have butterfingers too. Oops! You can't seem to get a good grip on it either.

What a shame.

Besides, you'd hate to cut this little show of yours too short. How else will he get a good photo if you're moving around too much? That would leave your thighs and the swell of your ass far too blurry for him to appreciate later, and you wouldn't want that. There should be absolutely no doubt in his mind whose panty shots he's jerking off to later that night.

When you bend over in front of him, you can't help but wiggle your hips a little bit, as if you're trying to entice him to chase after you like a toy. It's frustrating that he's so content to look (and photograph and film) but not touch. Eventually you stand upright and turn around, pretending to tug down that wretched skirt of yours that just won't stay in place. You don't mention the pillow that's now laid across his lap and hiding his erection from view. His blown-black pupils and sharp, panted breaths are proof that he enjoyed himself.

Levi's still hard by the time you leave his room and sometimes he leans against the door in an urgent rush to touch himself. He comes with his D.D.D. in one hand and his cock in the other while he imagines what your bare ass would look like covered in his pearly-white release. It would look nicer than the way it looks on his fingers, he thinks. Fucking you once or twice wouldn't be enough and he has so much he wants to give. He wants to drain his balls inside you and all over you. If he fucks you from behind, he'll pull out and paint your skin with his cum at least once. It would be nice and warm and sticky, oozing between your cheeks and onto the little puckered rim between them.

A few more days of this little game might be the push he needs to indulge in the sweet treat you purposefully dangle in front of him.

Or maybe you're not the skirt-wearing type at all. It's a good thing loungewear can be just as teasing in its own ways.

There's a reason you keep all your threadbare shirts and sleep shorts kicking around when most people would've trashed them by now. The sleeveless shirt you wear to bed is practically see-through and it's so obvious when your nipples harden as your body adjusts to the cool temperature of his bedroom.

Your sleep shorts hang deliciously low on your hips, or perhaps they're a bit too tight. You lay on your belly and watch TV on the floor while Levi stares at you from the sofa; the thin material tightens when you squirm around and get comfy. He can tell by the way the material rides up your thighs and wedges between your legs that you're not wearing anything underneath them. It would be easy to pin you down and squeeze the soft, doughy flesh you're more than happy to put on display for him. He palms his cock through his pants when his mind wanders from whatever movie he's pretending to watch, and you pretend you can't see his reflection on the TV while he does it.

Late-night visits to Levi's room are always fun too. It requires a little pre-planning and a tiny lie, but it works flawlessly every time. When you show up at his door in the middle of the night, claiming you left something in his room by accident, he steps aside without protest. Your housecoat is tied loosely around your waist and he knows that's all you're wearing. The fabric swishes playfully around your legs when you walk - it's such a fucking tease. You flash him with glimpses of your bare legs and thighs, and if he's lucky, a little bit more too.

Sometimes he catches a whiff of something delicious in the air as you walk past him; you smell musky and sensual. He can only imagine what you were doing before you came to see him. The image of you laying naked between your sheets, with nothing but your hand and modest collection of toys to keep you company, flickers across his mind. His voice cracks when he wishes you goodnight; his throat is unbearably dry all of a sudden.

It occurs to him later that you probably didn't even wash your hands before you came to see him, did you?

(Of course you didn't. How else would you leave little traces of yourself behind for him to sniff out and taste later?)

With your task complete, you leave his room and wonder how long you'll have to wait for him to follow you down those creaky steps. You're not as sensitive now; you can go another round or two if you know he's listening.

As it turns out, he's not that patient and you don't have to wait very long at all. Before Levi spits in his hand and strokes his cock with his ear pressed against your door, losing himself quickly to the building heat in his guts, he reminds himself to come back and smell your sheets tomorrow if you won't be home to catch him.

read more: pervy!mc x pervy!levi (part one) | leviathan masterlist

[modmad]

Hey Mod, I don't know what's going on that hurt you, I feel like I missed something that's happened, but I can tell from what I did see that it didn't just hurt you, but scared you and made you feel a Lot of doubt. I've also seen a lot of messages pouring in with support, and I want to share mine.

I have hypermobile type EDS, fibromyalgia, and a whole bucket's worth of faulty wiring in my brain. And I've always had stories to tell but I never felt I was good enough to share them. If it's because I can't focus enough to get through nanowrimo, or because I can't manage the focus and time towards drawing as a hobby, or the fact that an excessive amount of either for me leads to my hands wanting to shut down. But you? You *inspire* me. Your stories, all the ones I've seen, read, experienced in some way or another, they're so good. And you're open and honest with your fans about your own health, and of course, we support you and always would rather you rest and feel as best you can, instead of pushing out something and working yourself too hard. But all of this is to say that. I think I would have given up on my own stories if I hadn't found you and yours.

I hope whatever is going on sorts itself out, I hope you're able to keep telling your stories. At your own pace, in your own way. I think you deserve to be happy. If there's anything we (your fans, especially those of us too awkward to come off anon, whoops,) can do, to help in some way? Even if it's silly videos or cute cat pictures or whatever it is that could just help you smile. We're here. We love you.

woof. I woke up to so many messages I can't even read them all in one go I'm getting too emotional- I do feel I owe an explanation so I'll explain what happened under the cut but all you guys need to know is I'm okay, I got through it, I love you, and you're so important to me and I'm so grateful for all the messages that have asked me to stay.

tw for suicidal thoughts and all that

yeah so I have the bad morning of all mornings: was introduced to the fact there's this one character (Mr Puzzles) on a very popular youtube that. resembles RGB. incredibly strongly. like. I don't want to link to it just look if you want to. Anyway at the time I thought it had just dropped (seems to have been around for 6 months actually), and having commented on it I immediately got an inbox full of hate mail.

My website, meanwhile, had locked both me and my web designer out of it, and- already in a bad state of mind- I went into full on panic/paranoid spiral of 'they have hacked it, and they are going to delete any proof that I was here before them.' This of course wasn't true, and we have since recalimed control of the site (don't know what happened there but hey. it's fine???? haha. ha.)

On top of this my father has terminal cancer of the pancreas, which is horrible for everyone already but it means that- at some point this year- I am going to be the only person with an active income in my house. I am disabled, do not make a lot of money, and the cost of living is skyrocketing. Combine that with months of Despair at the world right now, with the multiple wars, genocide, corruption and AI and the loss of control any of us have over our IP or lives and I just decided it was time to end it all.

I somehow remembered this was a bad idea to act on immediately (hard during a period of entirely irrational thought) and instead went for a very long walk, crossed the bridge I could have jumped off and during that I came out of the worst of it. I then came back home to so much love online I felt deeply ashamed for ever contemplating it, and I cried a lot. My nose is still puffy and now my feet hurt! lmao

Anyway. Yeah. There's your context. I am not going to stop hoping, making, or living. I am prone to moments of weakness and this was one of the worst of them and I am still here, thanks in a large part to all of you. I might need you in the future to defend me against this, or people who take our ideas, but I hope you know that I will do the same for you. We need each other, and to be there for you I need to be here at all.

also fuck Mr Puzzles

[forbidding-souda]

if you haven't already, could you do mondo, kazuichi and hajime with a goth girlfriend who's very feminine? tyty <3

Mondo Oowada, Kazuichi Souda, and Hajime Hinata with a very feminine goth girlfriend

I looked through my masterlists bc i thought already wrote one and that i wrote hella goth fics but appareantly it's only 2 so I'm tweaking. here you go anon ily here.

might be repetitive but who caresss

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Sorry if it's underwhelming, I didn't realize how short it was until I read it over this morning. Highkey was high when I wrote the small scenario parts and the bold text. [next day, afternoon edit: wtf was i talking about this shit long ash LMFAO]

-Mod Souda

Mondo Oowada

❤ Perfect. Perfect for his aesthetic. Perfect for the atmosphere his home presents and you're such a perfect doll to great him at the gate of Hope's Peak every day. People are only surprised to know you two are together because of the fact that he pulled such a baddie. He'll wrap an arm around his shoulder and tell anybody who makes a comment to fuck off. He can pull. Duh. He's got you. But it's hard for anybody to take him seriously when he'll melt at the sound of your laugh.

"If you get your fucking," he wipes his cheek, "lipstick on me one more time." "You're going to what?" He stares down at his hand, the black lipstick smeared on the back of it from his touch. His cheek is stained. It's going to look ridiculous (but not as much as post-smear). His eyes hold a glare that's more intense than if you had just cursed at him. "Nothin'." Once again, he wipes his cheek, smearing it more. "Don't do that shit again." You in fact do that shit again.

❤ Don't get your makeup on him. It ruins his masculinity. His gang makes fun of him when he rides with black lipstick on his face, forehead to chin.

❤ On the back of a motorcycle in all black with heeled shoes brrr brrr.

❤ Yeah but tuck those necklaces in.

❤ And omg he's going to steal some of your hairspray sorry but he will. Whether you mind it or not. He's going to do it.

❤ + your over-the-top makeup yesss the both of you attract so many stares.

❤ I imagine people would want to take pictures of you two. He'd fucking hate it but you're like yes of course!!!!

❤ He tries to avoid main cities anyway as much as he can anyway.

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Kazuichi Souda

❤ Worships you like it's nobodies business. You look just like a dream. The prettiest girl he's ever seen. From the cover of a magazine. Literally that fr. He's that obsessed with you. He's the type to carry you over a sewer grate so you don't get your heels stuck in it. He helps you tie your corsets and he'll buckle your boots for you. He'll kiss your neck whenever you're leaned over the bathroom counter doing your makeup. His intimacy is acts of service, but only for you. He'd do anything for you.

"Kazuichi?" You call from your bedroom. In the early morning, he's in the living room watching TV. At the sound of your call, your tone mildly concerned, he stands without hesitation. But you weren't in danger or anything. You were just having a hard time buckling your bra. Once he opened the door, you glance over. "Do it for me." It was more of a command than a request. "W-Woah there," he laughs nervously, taking a few steps at a time. "Sure, yeah. Sure thing." With no sign of the internal fluster, he hides the urge he gets to just stare at your half-covered chest like it were glowing. He steps behind you, focusing his eyes on your shoulder blades before strapping on the second hook of your bra. You had only managed to get one in. "There you go, gorgeous." You hum, a small smile on your face. "Thank you." Looking over your shoulder at him, you see his composure and how it changed drastically while you weren't looking. His cheeks were pink and his eyebrows were furrowed with distress. "Yeah," he says breathlessly, finally getting a look at your chest. "Anytime."

❤ Lord knows he just wants to gobble you whole like om nom nom.

❤ Yes he does the cooking yes he does the cleaning.

❤ He's your malewife.

❤ It makes sense to me somehow that he would be with somebody who's hyper-feminine. It's a good match.

❤ I'm in between the thought that he'd either make goth girlfriend jokes or hate them. I feel like he'd hate seeing memes about it bc it makes him feel like they're about you specifically. Bc you're HIS girlfriend. HIS.

❤ Shows you off.

❤ You'd probably be taller than him in some of your shoes.

❤ You'd get along with his classmates hella.

❤ And he'll give you the cutest pet names. Enchantress, spider, might call you evil as a tease.

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Hajime Hinata

❤ You're both each other's scary dog privileges. With his glare and your outward appearance, it makes you two completely unapproachable. Hangouts in the dark of night have never been safer. You don't have to be scared of shit. He's here, and you're here. Fair's fair. There's not a person in the world that would want to bother you, and the fear of annoying you breaks any onlookers confidence. Plus, you're gorgeous, and it's threatening.

"Press this button to jump." He handed you the controller, and now he's practically leaning over you as he places his hands over your own. "I got it Hajime." "Just making sure." When you try and hone in on the button, your nail gets in the way. You smile to yourself before outstretching your finger to place the pad of your finger on it, your fingerprints practically sticking to it as you press down hard. But your nail had reached the button ahead of it, grazing down, lifting a bit upwards. Your face scrunches up at the sensation. "Uhh, are you alright?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed but smiling with adoration. "I'm good," you chuckle. "Beauty is pain."

❤ I see him as not gaf or being overly appreciative of the fact that you're goth. It's just your style. Nothing to get handsy over.

❤ He does like uniqueness tho and ofc you're the embodiment of that.

❤ Fucking hates when tourists want to take a picture though because they'll exclude him. I imagine tourists are the people that would walk up to you, locals not so much.

❤ Literally those memes of goth girlfriend with plain gamer boy.

❤ He can work an all-black wardrobe though.

❤ He looks a bit alternative just naturally. So replace those white button-ups with a black one and bam. You'll match.

[lucysarah-c]

I would like you very much to talk about the girlfriend effect on Levi's fashion

The man has zero sense on it it's actually hurt

The way I squealed when I read this ask. I was like that TikTok sound of “OH MY GOODNESSI LOVE THIS QUESTION! I THINK..!”

*Deep sigh* Anon, you're absolutely right; it's time we face the truth about Levi's sense of style – it's hideous. Have you witnessed those panels of him in the Uprising arc with a T-shirt on top of a long-sleeve shirt? I mean, seriously, it's like, "You're lucky I adore you, Levi…"

Now, let's establish some basics. We can't delve into the "girlfriend effect" without first acknowledging Levi's life as a man. I hate to break it to many of us, but Levi is, indeed, a man – raised by Kenny, no less. Levi values cleanliness and practicality. To sum up Levi's approach to broad topics: cheap, pragmatic, and straightforward. The only exceptions to this rule are tea and cleaning. Levi grew up in poverty, so he won't waste a single penny on face cream, even if you harass him. As an example, there's a "game" that was only available, I believe, in Japan, that had side stories, and Levi literally told Erwin he wasted too much money on "pointless" stuff like hair pomade…

Levi doesn't buy much furniture, treats for his body, clothes – anything, really. I'd even venture to say he might get some of his clothes from donations. He saves his money for tea… and tea sets.

And here's where the girlfriend comes into the picture. It starts subtly; she spends a night in his personal chambers and suggests bringing in new pillows, curtains, furniture, scented candles, and bathroom appliances for her stuff. Then the full transformation happens.

Levi, pale as ever, refuses to wear sunscreen like any man would. “I'm trying to look after you!" she would insist while running her hand through his face; he's not pleased. He hates the sticky feeling, but it's just the beginning. He pretends to dislike it, but he falls asleep so easily when his face is on her legs, and she's giving him a face massage with a full face glam, mask, and gua sha.

"You have to use it like this, against the hair movement, to create volume so your hair doesn't stick to your scalp," she says, applying molding wax to his hair to give it more volume. Skincare routine? Check. Lip balms? Check. Hairstyles? Check. Personal chambers now looking comfy and homey? Double-check.

And finally, the clothes. He's against it at first, always in uniform, so why bother? But she explains how proportions and colors can make him look taller, and he's tempted to tell her he doesn't care. However, her puppy eyes beg him to wear what she chose.

The result? Levi, who once dressed like a pre-teen from the 2000s, transforms into a model. The LOOKS? He goes out with the vets for a few beers on a day off, and MPs are turning around; even Erwin is surprised. He's supposed to be the high maintenance of the group, not Levi! This transformation becomes the main giveaway that Levi is dating. Glowing skin, glass-like complexion, perfectly cut and smooth hair with ideal volume.

The cherry on top? Suddenly, he's taking days off, going out more, and knows a lot about which restaurants are "not that bad," all while dressing like a Vogue cover.

The only disadvantage? Now he has his pockets full of lip glosses, napkins, hand cream, etc. Women's clothes don't have pockets. How is he supposed to explain to the MPs when they ask for a pen, and he pulls out a pink, glittery lip gloss from his pocket? Not everything is an upside.

I ADORED this question! I hope the answer is somehow what you had in mind! Thank you so so much for sending this.

I hope you and your loved ones are doing great today and stay safe!

Lots of love!

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[moonsaver]

Anon that said they wanted to put Sunday in a Petri dish here again thinking about him. I had this thought about him while eating an avocado egg breakfast bagel but that’s not the point. I lowkey feel like the most annoying thing he’d do to me imo is bother me when I eat. Not any of that kidnapping or coercion stuff but just him bugging me when I’m annoyed and hungry. I feel like he’d constantly wipe the corners of our mouth and tell us not to talk when chewing. Literally the worst. At some point he’d probably spoon feed us too if we didn’t listen to him. Maybe even put a cute apron on us and make me sit in his lap. I need him in a concerning way I’m chewing at the bars of my enclosure rn

Welcome back anon!

Tw: food and eating mentions, mannerisms regarding food.. basically about eating and that being controlled. Probably not good to read if you struggle with eating in some way. Take precaution!

Honestly.. yeah. I feel like more than half the time it's how strict he is with "propriety' that makes being kidnapped and held hostage by him the worst.

I personally would hate someone constantly picking on my mannerisms. It's your home for goodness sake!

Whenever you sit languidly at the dinner table he's always "advising" you to sit "properly" and with a straight back, fix your posture, fix your etiquette regarding your spoons and forks, constantly teaches you how to properly cut your food and eat it, the "proper" angle or whatever. Tries forcing a habit onto you of always placing a napkin on your lap and eating slowly with better precision and more attention. Always fidgeting and cleaning the corner of your mouth with his handkerchief to the point your skin gets irritated and sometimes burns from the constant rubbing.

Whenever you complain about his incessant need to "fix" you, he simply sighs and tells you "it's for your own good". If you keep complaining, his eyebrows slightly furrow and he sighs, shaking his head before getting up and sitting beside you, taking the cutlery from your hands and deciding to feed you instead. Although his intention was to simply enforce a good habit into you, he supposes reaping different rewards isn't so bad either.. he likes feeding you. It kind of becomes routine for you two. He says until you learn how to properly handle yourself, he'll take care of you. It's just a fancy excuse for him to continue feeding you.

Thankfully, when it comes to dietary restrictions, he's not completely bonkers about it like an almond mom. Just doesn't allow too much or too little of anything, it's a bit specific, but at least satisfactory.

About the apron thing.. yeah.

I imagine Sunday can cook those mild, flattery, rich people food so if you want to eat actual damn meals he either orders them, or has them prepared by a chef. However.. one day he sees you in an apron making something for yourself and something about it intrigues him. Seeing you in an apron and the domesticity of it kind of pulls something inside of him.

So there you have it – he's always (not so) subtly trying to push you to cook more just so he can see you in an apron. Buys the frilly kind, but if you don't like that.. fine. He'll get you some minimalistic ones, but he wants to see them on you. Gets cookbooks for you, too. Acts like the chef "is running late" just so you might cook, or says "the order's going to take some time" instead. Also lists off benefits of cooking for oneself. Doesn't mind if you don't cook for two, but does insist that he keeps feeding you. Tells you to stay in your apron because it's more convenient than putting a napkin on your lap, and tells you to move closer so he can properly feed you. He'll sigh, and massage his temple, saying "it's not enough, you need to come closer", and makes you sit in his lap while he feeds you. You swear he goes slower just to keep you there for longer.

At least.. he's been in a happier mood since. He does enjoy feeding you. Removes his silken white gloves just to do so. I imagine he also likes tying the apron for you himself. If he does it from behind, he kisses your nape after he's done. Or if he does it from the front, he pulls you closer with the strings of the apron, and kisses your forehead. Also insists on tying up your hair (if it's possible) as "they might get in the way". His excuses are getting old, but it's not like you can exactly deny him.

[blarshwritezz]

Hey, could you write me a Yandere JUICY gay enemies to loves story? Male yandere enemy x male reader. For example, yandere is such a tsundere when it comes to his love for the reader and his way of showing his love comes out as insults, bullying, etc. and the reader just so hates Yandere but is unaware how much his mean insults, that sometimes come out as hella flirty and gay, turn on the Yandere or how they get incredibly flustered when reader corners them. Just make it hella obviously gay and perhaps with a one-sided sexual tension from the yanderes perceptive if you write NSFW that is, thanks! (You can ignore this request if you want, it's okay :))

Heck yeah I can! But be warned, I've never written nsfw, so it may be bad- but I'll try just for you, anon!

Yandere Enemy x Reader

M yan x M reader (slight context: y'all in college)

TW - general yandere behavior, NSFW, noncon, slight degration

Another day, another fight between you and Enemy!Yan. The people around you had pretty much become totally numb to your constant bickering.

But to be fair, they wouldn't have to put up with this if he wasn't such a massive prick. You never even did anything! He was the one who kept taunting you.

He shouldn't do that. Nearly every time you retaliate, he ends up fumbling to speak. He's such an idiot, can't take what he dishes out. Absolutely pathetic...

And so here you were. Today's little fight had you pinning him against a wall, trying to keep your voice relatively calm. You caught him taking pictures of you in the damn hall! He was definitely planning to do something with those.

"Don't act so special, I would never ruin my phone with pictures of you!" Lies. He was covering up for the fact that he absolutely was taking pictures of you.

But how could he not? It was your fault you were sexy! You were just infuriating to him. What gave you the right to make him so fucking turned on all the time?!

"Shut up before I make you. Delete those damn pictures." You pressed your body up against him further. You were so close that every breath he took filled his lungs with your scent. You really expected him to not get hard?

Please make him shut up. Please gag him with your cock. Please.

"I don't have pictures of your atrocious face. How thick is your damn skull?" Of course he didn't have pics of your face! Mostly- not from last night at least. He was more focused on your ass other things.

You grabbed his jaw, making him use every fiber of his being to not moan. You gave him a warning, making sure he knew bad things awaited him if you saw some dumbass pictures of you around campus. Oh to know what punishment you would give him...

"You want them gone so damn bad? Delete them yourself!" He wormed his way out from between you and the wall, running off with his phone held above his head.

And of course, you chased after him.

He ran, all the way to his dorm. He threw his phone on his bed, and of course, you went after it. That gave him the perfect chance to lock the door.

You found his phone already unlocked, and when you opened it...

"How do you have all these pictures of m-" He clamped his hand over your mouth before you could finish asking about the photos seemingly taken when you swore you were completely alone in your dorm.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that?" His other hand slowly slid down your torso, working its way back up from under your shirt. "Always threatening me in ways you know will get me all hot and bothered, then not helping me out. How can you be so mean?"

He pushed you down further on the bed, starting to slowly grind against your thigh. His hand that was under your shirt, gliding over your chest, lowered further and further. All the way to your cock, grasping it through your pants.

You bit his hand as hard as you could, hoping it might help, but the action only elicited a pleasures whimper from him.

"Keep doing that, and make sure to lick it too. You'll need it for what I'm planning."

You squirmed as he lowered your pants and underwear in one swift motion, letting your cock spring free. Embarrassingly enough, you were already hard from all this.

"It's even better up close..."

He could help but give you a hand job. Slow and steady, savoring every second of this. He ran his fingers across each and every vein, keeping his thumb over your tip to stop you from cumming too soon.

Every now and then he'd surprise you; tightening his grip, increasing his speed, stopping for a brief moment just to get right back at it. He was turning you into a whimpering, pathetic mess.

"Fuck, you're so pathetic..." He let go of your mouth in order to hold your thighs apart slightly.

He moved his head between them, taking a nice long lick up your shaft before engulfing you with his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around your tip and making you moan.

"Sto- ngh!~ Fuck..."

He chuckled at your attempt to tell him to stop, the sound vibrating around your dick.

You couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed his hair tightly, forcing yourself all the way down his throat as you came.

He eagerly swallowed your load, choking on it before releasing you from his mouth with a wet pop.

"Fuck, you taste damn good..." He groaned, wiping a few drops of your cum from his chin.

He mixed it with his own spit in his hand, using it to lube up his aching member before flipping you on your stomach and thrusting into you suddenly.

He could've cum right then and there just from feeling your tight asshole squeezing around him, but he held back. Well, not enough to keep himself from pounding into you, regardless of how ready you were or how much you wanted it.

His pace was brutal, every thrust seeming harder and harder. The only way he was able to keep (somewhat) silent was by trailing hickeys down your neck and shoulders, holding your head up by your hair.

"Such a good boy...you my bitch now?" Through grunts and moans he whispered in your ear. "This is what you get for being a damn tease. Fuck...yeah, you're my fucking bitch now. My little bitch boy..."

He started jerking you off again as he rearranged your guts, driving you closer to another climax.

"Now be a good whore and cum for me."

Yet again, as if your body just naturally wanted to do what he said, you bust a nut. And with a few more deep thrusts, so did he, painting your insides white.

He didn't pull out of you for a good few minutes, just laying there and holding you, until finally he whispered: "You didn't think I was done, did you?~"

I think this is the longest one I've done so far! I hope it was satisfactory!

[twrk11]

hello ,, hehe ,, i just came across ur acc and i love how you write for towa ,, is it okay if i ask for nsfw headcanons for taiga fico leo sho ren haku and jin (am more hoping for taiga leo haku and ren if you only write a specific amount of chars) , where mc is like real submissive for them in front of others, but in closed doors mc is dom hevfhbenfbeneb (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠) ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ feel free to ignore if it makes u uncomfy 🩷

NSFW Tokyo Debunker Headcanons & short fic | 18+

Characters : Taiga, Leo, Ren, Haku

Hello anon!! Glad you’re here ☺️!! Thanks so much for liking the Towa fic, I feel honored! I really did like this idea, I hope I fulfilled it the way you wanted!! This is personally my first time ever doing an ask so thank you for this!

I originally was going to do all the ones you mentioned but.. I ended up having too much fun. Took me a while to write all that I wanted! Perhaps i’ll revisit and do the other three?

(Apologies if some are longer than others! ~ 😢)

Content : All is of course consensual! No mention of readers gender, Smut, mentions of oral, riding, pegging, sex, begging, mention of a collar, brat, sub!characters, dom!reader, punishment, humiliation, bondage

words: 1415

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Taiga

-Definitely confused him the first time !

-You were so cute sitting on his lap at the poker table.. How did he end up fucked out of his mind?

-You were such a good submissive kitty.. He couldn’t help but think about pounding you until you were sobbing on how good it felt.

-He wants you to do it more though. He loves seeing you bounce on his cock. You’re so.. Eager,

-Don’t tease him, he will be angry and give you the nastiest glare he can muster (If he’s not fucked out)

-Grunts for sure, might be able to squeeze a whimper out every so often.

-If you don’t restrain him, he will claw and scratch at you.

-.. put a collar on him. Might piss him off but he’d also make such a cute kitty~!

-don’t get too close to his mouth, he might bite. He’s feisty.

“Gghh-“ He’d grunt, his brows furrowed. He’d jerk his hands, god those handcuffs pissed him off to no end. He’d glare at you, purposefully trying to rut his hips up into you harshly. He wanted to be in control! God- but when you slapped him when he did so.. he couldn’t lie, his cock twitched and throbbed. He wouldn’t warn you if he was about to cum, I’m .. quite frankly not so sure he could. But he certainly has tell tale signs!

“Mh~” A small whimper escaped his throat. Oh he might burst-!

“Go on.. you can cum~” you’d coo, gently running your hands on his chest.

He’d erupt immediately, his eyes shut as he couldn’t help the whines. His hands would shake, then he’d open his eyes, too dazed to even think.

Leo

-You were submissive in public—! It was perfect for his social media!!

-When you showed up in his videos and acted the way you did- you were so cute..

-It had helped fuel any of his fans desires at the thought of Leo being dominant. Really brought in the views!

-… how did he end up eating you out/sucking your dick with you calling him a good boy?

-either way.. he’s a brat. So fucking annoying

-He’d threaten to blackmail you.

-watch out, he miiiight try to spit on you.

-Just show him his place, might take a bit but he will eventually be broken down and a sobby mess for you~!

-He’d be so good at begging, and he loves to, even if he doesn’t wanna admit it

-He loves being restrained, please do so.. He wants to feel helpless.

-He’s loud.. like.. really.. really loud.. Moaning, whining, whimpering.

-He’d try to be quiet but eventually he can’t contain it—! You might have to help shut him up if he’s too loud..? Or you could let him be.. it’d humiliate him with how loud he is.

-Oh.. he’d hate to admit he loves being humiliated.

-Ride him, peg him/fuck him, he honestly loves it all, anything to get him a mess.

“F-Fuck-! M-Mmh~” He sobbed, he tried to not jerk his hips. Aahh.. but he couldn’t help it-! It felt like he had no control- over the situation or his body. Who would’ve thought you’d make him the pillow princess?

“I-Im gonna cum~!” He cried, he came immediately as soon as the words fell from his mouth.

.. Did you allow him to cum..? I don’t recall you ever did..? Don’t forget to punish him— Otherwise he will think he can do whatever he wants!

Ren

-He honestly quite liked how submissive you were in public. It made you so easy to tease and .. he’s mean.

-He got a real kick out of making fun of you!

-You were so agreeable and did whatever he asked, download a game and enter the referral code? You did it in a heartbeat! You were so eager to please!!

-.. Now he has to beg.. Fuck- he didn’t want to do that. That’s.. humiliating.

-Expect back talk. He’s definitely a brat.

-.. He will end up begging. And eventually he will be no stranger to it. The words really just can’t seem to help themselves other than to tumble out of his mouth.

-Oh he’s a whiner. He whimpers sooooo good.

-Please don’t restrain him— He NEEDS to grab onto something to keep him grounded.

-Whether that’s you or the sheets doesn’t matter he needs something, anything.

-(though I do believe he wouldn’t like touching much during sex just based on how he acts- I do think he has certain times and parts of the body he’s happy to have contact with. Does that make sense?)

-He definitely is a crier, it feels just too good.. he can’t help it.

“Fuck no! I’m not begging for you-“ .. Or so, that’s what he claimed. Slap him around a bit, toy a bit with his nipples. Oh, of course his nipples are sensitive. He’d shiver- it felt so so good-

“Why’d you stop..?” His voice was out of breath. His cock was so tight against his pants, this is not fair- Why were you playing games right now?

“Beg. You want more?” You’d demand, but would be met with a scoff. Didn’t he already tell you he’s not doing that? Who even put you in char- his cheek stung. His nipples hardened, as he felt his cock dribble out precum. No way he just got turned on from you slapping him— right? .. Tease his nipples a bit more, punish him until he finally begs. He’ll eventually learn that begging can get him everywhere!

“P-please~ C-cum-“ He can barely speak, just hiccup and sob words out, with his hands moving between gripping the sheets and your waist. His tears slowly slide down his cheeks- he’s so needy.. and once given permission he really can’t hold back anymore.

“Mm-mh~! M-MC-!” He sobbed your name as he came- his voice cracking.

Haku

-Oh you were just adorable when you reacted to his flirting.

-He really loved to tease you! He couldn’t help but imagine how you’d be in bed.

-He was so forward, and you were shy, obviously flustered easily. How could you not be submissive?

-.. Well.

-He was sorely mistaken, hm?

-He couldn’t help but love the view of you riding/fucking/pegging him, but goodness, his neck throbbed with all the times you bit him—!!

-He moans for sure, he’s quite loud too. Grunts and whines every now and then.

-He’d still tease you, he can’t help but be oh so forward with you.

-If he’s fucked out, he can’t help but look at you with a dazed expression- mumbling out how much he wants more.

-He’d LOVE to run his hands all over your body, he wants to connect with you in whatever way he can.

-He really wishes he could ravage you- you’d be so so cute.. Ah but your expression now.. He can’t deny how it makes his dick throb and ooze out pre-cum.

-He’s well behaved! But he will for sure be a bit of a brat. He can’t let you have it too easy can he? Though.. he’d happily do whatever you want, he just wants to satisfy you!

-He’s a massive slut, please make him cum over and over again. He doesn’t care if he’s overstimulated, he needs more. He’s insatiable.

-Loves praise! He craves knowing if he’s a good boy.

-Can’t help but love degradation as well, makes him feel so dirty. He really just wants to be your bitch.

“O-oh fuck— MC-“ He moaned as his lids seemed to flutter shut. You rolled your hips, just the way he liked. He let his hands roam over your body, gently caressing it .

“Please go faster baby- Mmh~” He slightly whined. He wanted you to use him- if it made you happy please do so. He really truly just wanted to be your whore.

“Yeah? Like that? Such a slut, begging for more. Mm- You’re such a good boy for me.” You whispered in his ear as you sped up, causing him to shiver and his cock twitch. When your hand wrapped around his neck and gently applied pressure, mixed with the soreness of all the hickeys littering his skin, he couldn’t help cum.

“F-fuck~! MC-! D-don’t stop please—“ He cried out- he needed more. Just truly drain him dry, he’d cum for you as much as you like.

[ddollfface]

is it possible for you to expand on the alphabet ‘H’ for yandere!athlete? I’m just curious to see the full extent of his punishment when he ‘snaps’. You don’t have to. This is my first ask so I’m just curious

— 🐏 anon

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"I'm not feeling myself today, so it's alright if I feel you instead?"

Trigger Warnings; bad writing, lovesick behavior, manipulation, toxic relationship, love bombing, reader is called 'girlfriend', fake emotional cheating (it'll make more sense later), um I think that's it, pretty tame ngl, honestly it's shorter than my usual posts sorry(( If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ You are now 🐏!Nonny! Congratulations, you now have your own tag! I hope this is up to your standards... I kind of went on a tiny, just a tiny tangent, but what's new lol

Okay, ngl, I've been waiting for someone to ask about this, so thank you 🐏!Nonny for asking)))

Now, to the question. I would like to preface that it would be very, very, very difficult to make LoveSick!Athlete 'snap', seeing as he's a very patient person, especially with those he's close to. Growing up, he had to be patient and easygoing. He was the oldest of his siblings, so he had to be responsible; had to step up as a father figure for his younger siblings, as he never had a real dad.

He's very soft with you, always speaking kindly, and never letting his anger or annoyance get a hold of him. He wants to be the best for you, truly, but there are just some things that make people... y'know snap. Even for people like LoveSick!Athlete, who has the patience of a saint.

So, now that we know this, we have to think of a scenario of when and why you'd ever push LoveSick!Athlete over the edge; what would've you said to make him that angry?

It'd probably be something along the lines of questioning either his loyalty to you, or the caliber of his love for you, and how much he provides for you. You'd have to take away his purpose and smush it; dragging it through the mud, and spit on it. Now, that would get him going. There's one thing that LoveSick!Athlete hates, and that's someone who's ungrateful.

He's done so, so, so much for you, can't you see?

It would've started from an argument, likely you bringing up how he seems too receptive to other girls on campus, too willing with their antics. And that just didn't sit right with you. You didn't like your boyfriend, in this scenario, hanging around with girls, who you thought to be very, very, very pretty.

Of course, LoveSick!Athlete thought this to be insane, something he hadn't even thought about. Ever since the two of you started dating, he hasn't even looked at a girl, let alone thought about sleeping with one. How could you even say that?

In this scenario, I can see LoveSick!Athlete being petty and becoming flirtatious with other girls just to show you that his behavior before was nothing. If you thought that was flirtatious, then wait until you see him now. Instead of pushing the girls to the side, excusing himself before they could corner him, now he's looking the girls up and down, giving them a little smirk, leading them on. He might even set a hand on their lower back, leading them through the party, maybe even kiss her on the cheek, if you've been rather ungrateful.

Now, LoveSick!Athlete isn't enjoying this, after all, you're his one and only, but you have to learn your lesson. You have to understand that he's been so kind to you, so appreciative of your relationship. Don't you understand? He doesn't like doing this; it's a punishment.

You, seeing all of this, would obviously be distraught. You'd feel so, so, so betrayed. Where had your sweet, loving boyfriend gone? Why was he replaced by some sleazy womanizer? You'd be both sad and pissed the fuck off. You wanted him to tone it down, not multiply it by one hundred!

No matter what, even if you're angry as hell, you'll end up in LoveSick!Athlete's arms, hugging him tightly. He'll find a way to sweet talk you back to him, telling you that you're his only one, that he's just showing you that it wasn't that bad. He'll explain his public image to you; he's gotta stay on top of it, surely you understand, babe? I have no interest in those girls. They're just thinking with what's between their legs. You have to trust me.

Now, that's if you question his loyalty to you, but if you question how much he loves you (which is kinda of related to loyalty, but just ignore that), then you'll face a different type of manipulation. Mans got a whole tool belt on him (I've been waiting to say that lol).

Questioning how much he values you, your affections, your words, and your presence, will lead to love bombing. And for those who don't know what love bombing is, it's a manipulation tactic where the manipulator will use excessive affection to make their victim depend on them for love, believing that they'll only be valued by the manipulator.

LoveSick!Athlete is very familiar with this form of love since he grew up with a mama who has bipolar disorder-

(To be clear, I don't mean to say that everyone with bipolar disorder is a mass manipulator or anything. In certain people, especially mamas who are juggling an abusive marriage, two children, and postpartum all at once, it can be a lot and lead to bad behaviors. Just wanted to say that as someone who deals with a mama with bipolar disorder)

-Now, as a young adult, he's grown the habit of absentmindedly using manipulation tactics to get what he wants. It'll all start with a small argument, you'll question his lover for you, if he even cares for you. After all, he seems to be more attentive over his image than you, his girlfriend!

And all LoveSick!Athlete will do is smile at you, saying that he understands your concerns and that he'll do better. Obviously, this will confuse the hell out of you. Who responds to an argument like that? Certainly, no man you've ever dated!

Even if he doesn't realize it, he'll begin to show excessive amounts of affection after the argument. He'll constantly be giving you hugs, clinging onto you like a leach, and spamming you with messages/calls. You'll grow accustomed to the overbearing affections, allowing it to become a part of your daily life, but the moment you're used to it, he'll rip it away.

Suddenly, it's as if you don't even exist, like you're just another girl to him. Of course, he'll acknowledge you as his girlfriend, but he's no longer touching you. He's not hugging you, having an arm wrapped around you waist, nor is he holding your hand in public. It's as if he's embarrassed about your relationship. You'll begin to think that LoveSick!Athlete is cheating on you (he's not).

And this sudden behavior change is so delayed that you won't even relate it to your argument, thinking that it was a whole separate issue. And LoveSick!Athlete won't realize it either; it's just subconcious decision he made without knowing.

At some point, you'll come crawling back to him, desperately wanting the affection you used to be overwhelmed by. Of course, LoveSick!Athlete will be overjoyed, welcoming your upfront behavior with open arms. To you, this is like whiplash. Just a few days ago, he was off-putting, giving you the cold shoulder, and now he's leaning on you as if he can't stand himself, what the hell is going on?

And that's when you realize that you're not dating the most... stable individual...

Not to mention what he let his teammates do to you... but that's for another ask, yeah?

[lipglossanon]

Behind Every Lie There’s A Bird Song Within

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{previous installment} | | {next installment}

Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

shoutout to @gumiegumie hope you enjoy it!! And also to the anon who wanted angst with a happy ending!!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, angst, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), Leon being nicer in this one 🤭

Not proofread as per the usual

Title from Don’t Fake This by Chevelle

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It’s slow dreary Saturday and you find yourself mindlessly scrolling on your phone. After catching up with your friends and perusing TikTok for the umpteenth time, you sigh and flop back onto your bed, phone locked and set aside. 

You look up at your glow in the dark stars and drum your fingers on your stomach. 

“Could go for a snack,” you say to yourself out loud. 

Rolling off your bed, you set your phone on the nightstand then make your way downstairs. You pass by Leon’s room, noticing the door’s open and no one’s inside. Shrugging, you don’t think anything else of it and continue on downstairs to head into the kitchen. 

Sock clad feet step on the bottom stair when you hear voices coming from the living room. Pausing, you tilt your head up trying to place who it is. You quietly walk a little closer, wanting to be nosy but not obvious, and peek into the room. 

What you see makes your heart drop like a stone. Leon’s sitting on the couch next to some pretty girl; a movie’s playing on the tv but they’re so busy talking and laughing with each other that it’s practically an afterthought. 

Your chest feels so tight when you watch as Leon puts his arm around the unknown girl and pulls her in for a hug. The girl’s giggling and pushing at his chest but not really trying that hard to get away. 

You feel sick—nauseous—stomach acid fizzing with your nerves. Leon says something too low for you to hear and the girl laughs and smacks his arm. You want to disappear, wish you’d never come downstairs but if you hadn’t you’d never know and isn’t thatsomehow even worse?

Your nails dig into your palms as you watch the girl drag her hands down his arms, lips turned up into the biggest smile. Leon does nothing to stop her and in fact takes her hands in his as they continue talking. 

You blink, not realizing the tears welling up in your eyes. Why should you even care? I mean technically you’re not dating—hell how could you? You’re step siblings; you’re just messing around for the fun of it. You wipe at your face with the palms of your hands. He obviously isn’t that serious about you, doesn’t see you romantically so it’s no big deal. 

With that last thought, you close your eyes to the scene in the living room and turn around. You head back upstairs, appetite long forgotten, and lock yourself in your room. You flop down onto your bed and bury your face in your pillows. 

Disappointment and heartbreak are making you curl in on yourself. You let yourself cry, hating that you let yourself get so attached to something that didn’t really mean anything. You can’t even be upset with Leon; you’re the one who let yourself get pulled into those giddy feelings, thinking you’re different—special.

You cry until your eyes are puffy and swollen. Raising up, you get out of bed to search for your bag. Once you find it, you dig around to pull out a small pack of tissues. Sitting at your vanity, you clean the dried tears on your face and toss the tissues in the trash. 

Feeling sad and wrung out, you lay back down on your bed, pulling the covers up to cocoon yourself against the world. Unsure of how long you stay like this, you’re startled when there’s a loud knock at your door. 

“Honey, dinner’s ready,” your mom calls out. 

“‘m not hungry,” your hoarse voice replies. 

A pause on the other side of the door then, “Are you okay? You sound a little sick.”

“I’m fine,” you clear your throat, “just tired.”

“Well,” your mom continues, “it might do you some good to get out of your room and come downstairs.”

“I’m fine, mom, really,” you kick off the blankets but don’t leave your bed. 

“Honey I think— oh, Leon, good. You think you can get her to come out? Sometimes moms aren’t the most convincing,” she laughs. 

“Sure,” you hear him reply and it makes your stomach roll with nerves.

He raps his knuckles on the door, “Hey, foods gonna get cold if you don’t come down for dinner, princess.”

“I said I’m not hungry,” your voice is cold, firm, “so go ahead without me.”

The knob rattles but the door stays shut. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you hear the confusion in his voice and your mom hums. 

“I think she’s sick,” she taps on the door, “C’mon honey, come out and let me make you some soup or a grilled cheese. You don’t have to eat anything heavy if you’re not feeling good.”

Feeling frustration beat at your temples, you push yourself out of bed and walk over to your door. 

Unlocking it and pulling it open, you take in the concerned faces of your mom and Leon. 

“Excuse me,” you mutter, pushing past them and making your way downstairs to the dining room. 

Your stepdad’s already seated at the table and he frowns at you in concern. 

“Feeling okay?”

“Fine,” you shrug, sitting in your seat, “not that hungry though.”

“Ah,” he nods, “well you can cut out early. Don’t worry about your mom, I’ll talk to her.”

You give him a small smile, feeling a little relief in the midst of your tumultuous emotions. 

“Thanks.”

Your mom and Leon step into the room and you drop your gaze down to your plate. Walking to stand next to you, your mom checks your temperature with her palm. 

“Hmm you’re not running a fever at least.”

“Told you I’m fine, just not feeling hungry.”

Your mom purses her lips but drops her hand and heads to her seat. 

Leon tries to get your attention, but you completely ignore him and push your food around your plate. You drink some water, throat feeling a little dry from the crying jag earlier. 

“May I be excused?” you ask, looking at your stepdad. 

“Sure, and leave your plate. I’ll get it.”

Your mom frowns at him then looks at you, “Honey—“

“She’ll be fine, let her go,” your stepdad motions his hand to the door, “she’ll eat when she’s hungry.”

You nod and stand up from the table, making your way back upstairs. Halfway up the flight, you feel a hand grab your wrist. 

“Let go, Leon,” your voice comes out bland and tired. 

“No,” he tugs until your turned halfway towards him. 

You stand a couple of steps above him making him look up at you. He takes in your swollen eyes and stiff demeanor. 

“What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

You sneer at him, “So? What’s it to you?”

His brows furrow, blue eyes filled with something you don’t want to see, “Princess, who made you cry?”

“You,” your voice escapes your throat before you can think better of it. 

A wounded look comes into his face, “Me? What did I—“

You yank your hand away from him, “Who cares, Leon. I’m fine just leave me alone.”

You turn back and continue up the stairs, Leon hot on your heels. He grabs your shoulder this time and spins you around, his hands wrap around your biceps to hold you in place. 

“I care,” he heatedly tells you, “what did I do?”

“Forget it,” you hiss, trying to pull away from him, “it doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does,” he growls, “what the fuck did I do?”

“Nothing!” you whisper scream at him, eyes angry as you stare him down, “you did nothing, Leon.”

You feel tears pricking your lash line but you keep your gaze locked with his shocked one. 

“I’m upset at myself. I let myself get carried away,” you grit out, tears slipping from your eyes, “so go hang out with your girlfriend and leave me alone.”

A look of confusion overtakes his features, “Girlfriend? What girl—“

His eyes widen in recognition and then darken. He drops your arms but as you’re stepping away he grabs your waist and puts you over his shoulder.

“Leon!” You slap at his back, “what the fu—“

He carries you into his room, kicking the door shut and locking it. He tosses you onto his bed, following quickly to pin you down by holding your wrists above your head. 

“Let go or I’m going to scream!” You yell up at him, “god you suck Leon, I hate—“ 

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me,” his voice is deep and harsh, “whatever you think you saw, wasn’t anything. Anything. Okay?”

You scoff and roll your eyes, chest feeling split open with feelings of heartbreak and despair. 

“Sure thing, Leon. And I’m sure if I asked her she’d give me the same spiel.”

“She would cause she’s my first cousin,” he practically snarls in your face, “you’re such a fucking brat, god.”

“What?” you feel as if in a free fall. 

The fights leaves you, body now limp in Leon’s grasp. Different thoughts war for attention but the only thing you can really focus on is the warmth blooming in your chest. 

“Cousin?” you ask dazedly, wide eyes looking up into his dark blue gaze. 

“Yes,” he glares down at you, “we haven’t seen each other in ages so we were catching up. You would’ve known if you just would’ve introduced yourself like a normal fucking person.”

“I-I didn’t—“ you start to softly cry and his face softens. 

“Hey, hey, no I’m sorry, fuck I shouldn’t have said it that way,” he lets go of your wrists and pulls you into his arms.

Laying on your sides now, he pets your hair with one hand and rubs your back with the other. 

“Princess, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to make you cry,” he kisses the top of your head. 

You press your face harder into his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. 

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself, then louder to you, “hey, it’s okay. I promise I don’t have anyone else. You’re my special girl, why would I ruin that, huh?”

“I don’t know,” you hiccup. 

You press your face harder into his chest, no longer crying; slowly breathing in his woodsy cologne is helping you feel calm. You keep nuzzling his chest while he pets your hair and back. 

Once he can feel your breathing return to normal, he pulls you away from his chest. 

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing under your eye, “you okay?”

You give a weak smile, “I’m better now.”

“Good,” he drags his thumb down to swipe across your bottom lip, “I’m about to show my girl how special she really is.”

Your breath hitches and Leon slips his thumb between your lips. 

“Seems my little sister needs to be reminded who she belongs to.”

You moan, eyes fluttering as he pulls his thumb from your mouth. He drags it back and forth over your lips until they’re damp with spit. He kisses you hard, tongue fucking into your pliant mouth over and over. 

You whine, nails digging into his shoulders trying to pull him closer. 

“Lay back, baby. Gotta be sweet to my other girl too,” he presses you down on your back and helps you tug your shorts and panties off. 

“God, she really looks like she needs big brother’s kisses huh,” he groans, laying down between your legs as you whine. 

“P-please,” you whimper. 

“Shh, don’t worry princess, gonna be real sweet to you tonight,” he promises, hands skimming up your legs to grip your thighs. 

“Fuck can’t wait to eat out this little cunt,” he kisses your thigh, teeth nipping the skin, “she’s crying for me already.”

“Leon,” you gasp as he bites down on your thigh and sucks. 

He worries the skin until he feels certain a bruise is forming. Your legs kick as he does the same to the other thigh. Your pussy is starting to leak all over his sheets. 

His dark eyes watch as clear strings of slick drip from your needy cunt to his bed. He buries his face in your soaked pussy with a moan. 

“Leon,” you whimper, hands finding their way into his hair and gripping tightly. 

“You can pull my hair if you need to baby, I don’t mind,” he says, pulling back from your pussy, “like knowing I’m making my girls feel so good.”

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, watching as Leon goes back to licking and sucking your clit. 

Your hips writhe but he pins you down to his bed as he fucks his tongue in your wet hole. You bring one hand up to muffle your whines in case your parents walk by the room. Leon runs his tongue up from your hole to lap at your sensitive clit. He sucks on it gently and then kisses your clit over and over until your hips are pushing up into his mouth. 

“Let me kiss her baby, gotta make sure she gets enough of big brother’s kisses too,” he chuckles, the vibration pulsing in your pussy. 

He groans when you tug his hair, “God, why would I even want anyone else, princess. So sweet for me, want you all the fucking time that it’s stupid.”

“Yeah?” You whine, watching as your slick leaks out onto Leon’s mouth making his lips shiny. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he kisses the hood of your clit, then spreads your pussy open so he can kiss on your clit directly.

You try to kick your feet, feeling so much from his pouty lips on your cunt. 

“Wanna sneak in your room at night and just have my way with you,” he groans, tongue licking into your pussy, “so when you wake up I’m already balls deep in your little cunt.”

You muffle a high pitched whine as you roll your hips down into his mouth. 

“Fuck, you like that?” he grins, pupils blown wide, “guess I need to show my little sister what she’s missing out on.”

He tongue kisses your drippy hole, tongue sliding deeper against your fluttering walls. He pulls back to spit on your clit then laps it up with broad strokes of his tongue. You tug his hair again making him moan and press his face into your throbbing pussy. His nose bumps your clit as he fucks his tongue in and out, in and out, in and out, until your eyes are rolling back in your head. 

“Leon, m’gonna cum,” you whisper down to him, biting your thumb to muffle your voice.

“Mmm, then cum on my tongue, princess,” he sucks on your clit, moving one hand from your thighs to push your thumb from your mouth to slip his first and middle finger past your lips.

You buck your hips into the hot, wet suction on your swollen clit and whine. Grabbing his wrist with the hand not tugging Leon’s hair, you hold his hand in place while eagerly sucking and moaning around his fingers, drool dripping down your chin.

Leon groans into your cunt and flicks his tongue over your clit which is the last straw for you; your legs clamp down around his head as your hips thrust up against his mouth, pussy fluttering around nothing as you cum. He moans and pushes his tongue into your clenching walls, eagerly tasting the slick quickly pooling in his mouth. A low moan builds in your throat, gargling around the fingers you’re still softly suckling. 

With one last wet kiss to your cunt, Leon raises up. Slick coats his lips and jaw, dripping off his chin. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and grabs your waist to yank you down. You back slides against his sheets until you’re caged underneath him. He cradles your jaw before kissing you hotly, tongue pushing past your swollen lips to share the taste of your pussy. Moaning, you wrap your hands around his shoulders and pull him closer. 

He moves his mouth away to kiss along your jaw and down your neck, “So fucking perfect.”

You feel his hands clench around your waist, broad palms squeezing you tightly as he ruts his hips against you. 

“Leon,” you sigh, nails running across the nape of his neck.

He shuts his eyes with a harsh breath and pulls back from you. Whining you reach out to him, but he holds your hands in his.

“Want to make this all about you, princess,” his eyes reopen, sea storm blue hungrily taking in your body, “you make it so fucking hard though.”

A quick knock of ‘shave and a haircut’ on the door sounds out before Leon’s dad calls out, “Hey, we’re going to finish up that crime show so you better get downstairs or we’ll watch it without ya.”

“Okay, pops. Be down in a minute.”

“I’ll knock on—“

“Nah, I’ll let her know,” he cuts him off, eyes never leaving yours, “we’ll see you downstairs.”

Waiting a beat to make sure his dad is gone, Leon stands up from the bed. He helps you to stand and grabs your clothes from the floor. Handing them over, he runs his hands through his messy hair.

“Uh, I’ll duck out and let you get dressed. You don’t have to come down if you don’t want,” he brushes your cheek with his knuckles.

“Thanks, Leon,” voice soft and shy, you press up on you tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

“No problem, sweetheart,” he kisses you again, chaste and quick.

He adjusts himself in his sweats and quirks an eyebrow at you, “So does it look like I just ate my little sister out in my bed?”

“Leon!” You cover your mouth, muffling your laugh as you smack his arm.

He ducks back, missing your hand, “Just making sure, princess.”

Opening the door, he looks down the hall and seeing no one, slips out. 

Before closing it completely, his eyes take in your half naked state; a grin tugs at the edge of his lips, “See you downstairs.”

Rolling your eyes at the closed door, you quickly dress to follow him. 

[activesplooger]

Imagine knowing Adam in college but as much as you were into him, your better judgement told you not to get into a relationship (especially not with him) so you didn’t, despite the sting you felt when you found out he was with Eve.

Many years go by, you’re doing pretty good. you live alone in a semi-rural area with the space to do what you want. you haven’t the foggiest idea what Adam’s been up to since you graduated since you didn’t really have any mutual friends and you don’t seek him out on social media.

Turns out he just so happens to be moving to your small town with some of his kids after he and Eve split. Yeah, turns out a lot can happen in X-teen years.

It’s freaky how much a couple of his kids- who just so happen to alsmot immediately warm up to you- bare a resemblance to you for some reason.

AHHH WHO WROTE THIS?? SHOW URSELF ANON!!!

YESS

you were really into Adam (though you'd never outright admit it bc he's such a fuckboy and you'd promise you'd never fall for those stupid frat boy tricks!). Instead, you focused on getting into law school and ignoring the pain it felt when you saw Eve post pictures of the two of them at the frat party you avoided to study :(

ugh and u hate how perfect they are for eachother! Their families are friends and have been rooting for them to be together!

and frat boy + sorority girl like hello might as well be a fucking hallmark movie at this point.

one day, you took a break from studying and went to a house party ur friend was hosting. you didnt really want to go but you needed to touch grass and plus you didnt want to let down ur friend.

Your having (semi)-fun until you see Adam sulking alone on the porch with a half-empty beer in hand. Despite EVERY instinct in your body telling you to let him be, you went over just to say "hey" and totallyyy didnt root for adam and eve's relationship downfall

He confided in you that Eve cheated with some "fucking blonde twink" and was totally heartbroken. You honestly felt bad for him, you've never seen Adam feel anything but happy (or horny), so you let him rant about the "cheating slut" without showing your lingering feelings for him.

A few drinks later and the two of you are drunkenly making out in the bathroom, you didn't really know how it got to this point, but you werent fighting it.

You hadn't seem Adam since. He wasn't good for you, and you had plans in life! You couldn't just cater to the whims of someone who wasn't even actually into you.

Years pass and your a successful lawyer! Few boyfriends here and there but, none quite stuck. Seeing the "for sale" sign suddenly disappear on your neighbor's front lawn prompted you to go be a good neighbor and drop off some brownies for the new home owner (that were def handmade and NOT bought from a store bc u can't cook for shit).

A tall brunette teenager in a letterman jacket answers the door, striking a feeling of nostalgia within you that you couldn't quite place... He introduces himself as Cain and greedily takes the brownies from you

Cain: "DADDD, SOME RANDOM MILF IS HERE!"

Booming footsteps echo throughout the house and lo and behold, its none other than Adam from college! And he kind of looked like shit... He wore a plain black t shirt with various mystery stains and baggy gray sweatpants.

His eyes widen as he sees you and its a bit of an awkward reuinion

Adam: "Oh shit! Y/N?" he immediately tries to fix his appearance and wipe the Doritos crumbs off his face

And suddenly, those old feelings came rushing back... Ugh, why this loser?? You're a hot, successful lawyer and you like this loser?

Welp, said loser invited you over for dinner. You pretended like you had to check your calendar first and give him the "Okay I can maybe squeeze in some time around 6pm" .

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ok thats my take on that

bye!

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[just-a-sewer-goblin]

I am back from my nap and now thinking about you stopping by the butcher shop while you're out running errands and Simon sees you in comfortable clothes. Some yoga pants and a tank top or something. Just something to make ghost think about lounging around the house with you after a rough shift. Asshole customers, machines going out, meat suddenly bad, anything under the sun that could have gone wrong, did go wrong. Only for it all to roll off of him like water off a ducks back when he sees you laid up in His bed, with your large pup in their own bed on the floor. -nonnie from the last two asks tehe

If you want you can pick a name I can refer to you by, anon. Only if you feel like it tho. Welcome back in the awake world, I hope you had a great nap.

And oh boy. Simon is all tense lines when you come in. His shoulder are so tense you're kind of glad he's behind the counter. Because suddenly he's even more intimidating. Simon thinks if one more rude customer comes in he's either gonna implode or make them the next piece of meat he sells.

At least that would be fresh. He gives the trash a stinky side eye. He had to dispose of a perfectly good piece of meat that decided to spontaneously go bad and he's still pissed about it.

And then you walk in and of course seeing the pretty face of his spouse favourite customer immediately makes him drop his tense shoulders. You're a vision. You're his everything. Maybe today is a good day after all.

Your hair is kind of a mess as if you just rolled out of bed and tried to vaguely make it look outside appropriate but failing in the process. Simon can't help the twitch of his lips at that. You look utterly adorable.

You're obviously dressed for comfort and he wonders if he should get in his head about that. It means you didn't consciously put effort into making yourself look good for him. That means he's not on your radar and he's gotta change that. But he's too enamored with getting to see you so comfortable to really be concerned about it.

Even your ugly mutt seems lazy and sleepy today. Simon desperately wishes he could just close the shop and leave with you. Have your hand ins his and let the stress of the day bleed out of him with every step he takes next to you.

But as it is he is prisoner of his own shop, confined behind the counter while he watches you walk away after a visit that was way too short.

He hates to see you leave, but loves to see you go. Damn those comfy pants make your ass look even better than usual.

He might be humming a bit to himself as he cuts up some new meat to put on display.

[softie-rain]

Give me some Sejanus headcanons please? 🥺

I love how you write him 💖

Note: ok first off anon please marry me I'm such a whore for compliments I'm like Rachel (from friends) when she's pregnant, you compliment me I give you EVERYTHING you ask for. Second off, I'm assuming you meant x reader so I went with that! If you meant only about Sejanus' character, please tell me and I'll write those too :D

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x gen!reader

tw: none babes pure fluff

Sejanus Plinth will literally do anything for you, and it is not an exaggeration.

"Sejanus I'm cold."

"I wish I could control the weather to make you feel warm, but since I can't, here, have my jacket."

If you're sick, for example a fever, he'll take the whole day off/skip Academy just so he can take care of you. He doesn't care that he might get sick as well. You're hungry? He'll prepare you a soup just like his Ma' taught him. You're cold? All the blankets you need are on the way.

He'll also help you take your pills, medication, anything you may need!

He helps you study, I feel like Sejanus is very good at school (he is in canon, if I'm not wrong) so he's 100% up to help you with your classes.

He'll make cards with questions to ask for any upcoming test you may have, and give you a cookie he made for every correct answer! Or a kiss, too.

... he'll strip down for every correct answer if you want it to he nsfw. up to you.

Cuddles!! All the time!

Sejanus is a listener, he loves listening to you talk. Especially if it's something you love, like your favourite book or simply a special interest you have

Picutre this: you're sitting on your bed talking, as Sejanus is laying on his side next to you listening to and at some point he zones out, which you notice.

"Sejanus? Are you listening?"

"Sorry darling, got distracted by how beautiful you are."

And you get flustered and blush and feel like you're 12 with your first crush

He's so smooth with his flirting??? So so damn charming.

He LOVES to make you flustered, he gets so happy when he sees how red in the face you get after a compliment

He's so protective and jealous of you too, but that doesn't admit it because he's a bit ashamed of that. Even after you reassure him it's fine and that it's normal.

He's so nervous when you meet his Ma' for the first time, but she loves you the second she lays eyes on you

This is a Strabo Plinth hate account so he's not there ❤️

Take this one in a modern au probably, but she'll totally show you embarrassing Sejanus baby pics

He's not a huge fan of pda but he'll hold your hand any time he has the chance. In class, in the hallways, at home, as you walk

He always spoons you. Idc if you're taller my man WILL be the big spoon.

in a modern au again, you're watching your favourite movie which he hasn't seen but he's so confused

"Wait who is he" "Oh is he the bad guy?" "What is going on?" "I don't understand, why did they do that?"

Though it's probably just so you get to talk about and he knows how much you love to talk about it

He'll read for you if you ask him to!

As I said he's very jealous (ahem insecure ahem) but he trusts you, so it's the cute kind of jealousy

He's always reminding you that he loves you, both by buying you gifts or just by telling you.

Please remind him you love him too or he'll cry

and me with him

You don't want him to because you don't want him to spend money on you but the only reason he'd use his father's money is to buy you gift or take you out on fancy dates

Hugs from behind!!

if you're shorter he loves to pick you up

Can you tell Sej's my favourite character

[hughiecampbelle]

Dating Golden Boy Would Include:

Requested: hi! i saw your request are open sooo…. what about some dating headcanons for golden boy (loml) ty 🩷🩷 - anon

A/N: Oh my love, thank you for requesting!!!! Luke deserved so much better omg. I kind of took this as "already dating" rather than how you start dating, but please lmk if you'd like another post in that direction! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💕

It takes Luke a long time to really talk about his family

His parents are another story, but Sam is the one he takes some time to talk about

You know the basics from him and Cate and Andre, but it's the little things he shares in the dark, with you in his arms in your bed

The milkshakes they got at Vought-A-Burger, the movies they watched and how Sam wanted to be powerful just like Homelander, the times they played in the backyard, the dreams they shared of being a sibling duo in The Seven

You listen carefully, knowing it's difficult to talk about. He loved his baby brother. You make sure he knows you're listening, that you care

Luke waits outside your classes when he's able to, kissing you and holding your backpack like you're in high school

When you work on your homework together, either in your suites or late in the library, he gets distracted so easily

"You're never going to pass this test if you keep playing paper football."

"Just one more time, I swear."

He finally locks in at midnight when you're tired and begging to go to sleep

After those late nights, he surprises you with your favorite coffee from that one place on campus

With certain subjects, it comes natural to him. Others, like analytics, feels like torture. He was never the best student, but was accepted into God U for his Supe abilities

Luke is full of humility. He knows, though he's powerful, he's not the smartest student. That there are better people in his classes and that he wouldn't be number one if it wasn't for what he could physically do

He gets imposter syndrome, too. Whenever he comes out of a meeting with Brink, he immediately comes to you, questioning if what he says is true. You're his biggest cheerleader. You know just how great he is. You wished he could see it, too

Being front row to all his practices and being allowed on the field beforehand. Andre loves you, but hates when you and Luke have a "good luck" kiss

"Get a room, you two!"

The first time you saw him naked was when he was practicing and you were speechless. Luke had to learn pretty early on that nudity was nothing to be ashamed of and you had to get comfortable with the whole world seeing your boyfriend like that quickly, too

Luke constantly asks "Where would I be without you?"

Everyone knows who you are because of Luke and everyone knows you're off limits

Luke is pretty mild on PDA. He might have his arm around you or walk hand in hand, but he's not over the top with it like others might be

He's big on hugs, especially the ones from behind where he can rest his chin on your shoulder/head. It's his favorite way to show his affection

When he meets your friends and family, he's beyond nervous. You can tell him they'll love him a thousand times and he still won't believe you

Of course they adore him, everyone does

Visiting your family during breaks and holidays, Luke becomes a staple. Truthfully, he doesn't want to go back to a home that just reminds him of his loss

When you sleep together he has to be touching you, usually his arms are around you. He just needs to know you're there

Going to parties together where he dances like an idiot just to see you smile

You're definitely a distraction in his studies in your early relationship, but you help get him back on track once you realize he's at risk for slipping into slot two

Being close to his friends (which are of course your friends), but not knowing anything about what's really going on with Sam or Shetty or Cate. You're blissfully unaware, Cate's made sure of it

Weekly date night! Luke knows you have hectic schedules and makes sure, at least one night, you go out and forget about tests and midterms and everything. Whether it's watching bad movies or going to fancy dinners, it's something that just the two of you get to experience

Planning for the future. You and Luke have big plans, even if it's not set in stone yet. He wants to join The Seven. You want to prevent local crime, a job that isn't grand, but means a lot to you. You might even work behind the scenes. As Luke likes to remind you, you're far more intelligent than you give yourself credit for. After that, a house, kids, a pet. He wanted a life with you until you grew old and frail and he could no longer fly

Though you have your own suite, you basically moved in with Luke. After what happens with Brink, only your things remain

Luke goes to you when he starts seeing things, hearing things, afraid he'll end up like his brother. You promise, whatever it is, you'll figure it out together

You're not there when Luke kills himself and you're not sure if you're grateful or not

He tells Andre to tell you he loves you and he's sorry, that he never wanted to hurt you

[undeadcannibal]

Hi! i was wondering if you could make any imagines or headcanons about a plus size reader with 141 + konig? Like if their SO is struggling with their body image. SFW

I loved your imagines btw!<3

Summary: How the 141 men and König would help comfort their plus size S/O who struggles with self-image issues.

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and König

Warnings: Mention(s) of struggling with self-image, etc.

A/N: Thank you, Anon! I’m glad you enjoy my works! Also, no worries, as a fellow plus-size/fat girl, I gotchu~  ( Gif credit: xxx )

Ghost―

Simon understands struggling with self-image issues more than he'll ever admit or show. While he doesn't say anything or show clues around anyone, he secretly despises seeing himself in the mirror. He goes out of his way to avoid looking directly at them, so, when you mention struggling with your own self-image, he understands in his own way.

Sure, he might not struggle with weight issues like you, but he doesn't care. He wants to be there for you so you don't have to go through those issues alone. He hates the thought of you struggling by yourself.

At first, he didn't offer many comforting words. He tries to be there for you physically instead. Before you can make a negative comment about yourself and your body, Simon is beating you to the punch, complimenting you instead of putting you down by distracting you.

His touches will always be appreciative and gentle so he doesn't accidentally trigger a negative reaction.

If that doesn't work, he's reassuring you that he loves your body just as much as your personality. Especially since he's never fussed over what his partners look like. He'll love and care for you anyway.

Without saying a word, he'll take your hand or pull you into his lap so he can nuzzle the top of your head. Whispering how much he adores you and how he wouldn't change a thing.

If it really bothers you, he'll be open to asking if you'd like to exercise with him. Starting off simple like walks together or him creating beginner friendly exercise routines, should you want them.

If not, he'll be there with you every step of the way, trying to help you feel better in your own skin, as well as maybe loving your body in time.

Price―

Poor Price, he's just as upset as you are seeing you struggling with your self-image so much.

He'll try to do anything to cheer you up. And of course, that always begins with a fresh cuppa with him. He won't even let you make it, he insists he'll take care of it for you.

Hell, he'll do anything you'd ask him to do so long as it helps you feel a bit better.

You wanna go out? He'll treat you to wherever - and whatever - you'd like. You wanna stay home? He'll get you extra comfortable and settled on the couch, not letting you leave as he gets you anything you ask for.

Doesn't even matter if you ask for something that y'all don't have. He'll run out to the store and be back home within no time, catering to you some more.

If that doesn't work - or you simply prefer another method of care - he'll ask what works best for you.

If you'd rather stay home and just cuddle and receive praise, he's more than happy to shower you in comfort and sweet nothings for as long as you'd like.

After he knows you're struggling, he'll go out of his way to touch and compliment every bit of you. Doesn't matter if you reply back with something negative, he does his best to help you see yourself the same way he sees you: beautiful, regardless of what you look like and how you feel.

Soap―

At first, Soap struggles to understand why you'd struggle so much. He'd think his love and adoration would be enough to convince you otherwise, but then he thinks back to the moments of him struggling with his own insecurities.

Sometimes it never mattered what others said or how true it was, a person could feel and think otherwise.

After mentally berating himself for being a bit of a bastard, he's finally coming around to you. Approaching you with gentle words and touches.

Never makes a comment on your weight or appearance if he can help it. Instead, he tries to let you know regardless of how you might feel in the moment, he loves you and will be there to support you no matter what.

Loves to distract you with jokes or something spontaneous to do together.

If that doesn't work, he'll try gently coaxing you to get out and do something together. It doesn't have to be somewhere public and crowded. He's more than happy to go for a walk together in the most random of places.

Really, he'll do anything if it means getting to see you happy and smiling again. Poor man will go wild if he knows you're feeling awful and there's little he can do to help you. Makes him feel pretty worthless as a partner but doesn't take it personally since he knows you're not doing it to spite him.

Gaz―

When you first tell him that you're struggling, he takes it hard at first. Sad to hear that you feel so awful about your self-image and he didn't pick up on it sooner.

However, once he gets over the initial shock, he'll immediately try to research ways to help you feel better and often soft-launches/suggests methods to you. Asking what you'd think might work best for you.

Whatever you prefer, he's trying without a second thought.

If that doesn't work, onto the next method!

He's determined to help you feel good. To see you being so hard on yourself hurts him in a way he can't explain.

I personally headcanon his love language is physical touch, so rest assured Kyle is physically appreciative of your body more so than usual. Nearly to the point he can't take his hands off of you.

If you need some space though, he'll happily provide that as well.

Also, don't even think of trying to say something negative about yourself when you're around. He'll argue you're the best and most breathtaking person in his life, regardless of what you think about yourself.

With that being said, he'll also go out of his way to interact with and kiss the parts of you you say you don't like the most. He'll make you love yourself and those parts of you, damn it!

König―

IMO, he understands more than anyone what it's like to struggle with one's self image. He's guilty of struggling with his own more often than not.

As a result, if you mention you're struggling more than usual, he's quick to try and distract you with activities you both enjoy, hoping to help take your mind off of things.

If you're not in the mood to head out, he's asking what you'd like to do at home instead. Whether it be watching something you enjoy or haven't seen. Or, possibly even ask if you'd like to cuddle on the couch together and browse for something nice on your laptop. This man loves to spoil you, even more so when you're not feeling well about yourself.

If you'd rather just spend some time together, that's fine. Rest assured he's hauling you into his lap so he can shower you in verbal praise and physical affection.

Also, he'll ask if you're alright with him touching you during those moments. If you allow him to, he's cuddling you till you can't take it anymore. Hugging you so tightly, murmuring what he finds beautiful about your plush, chubby form.

It doesn't matter what negative thing you say about yourself, he's stubborn enough to combat your negative thoughts with you.

"God, do I really look like that?" You'd complain whilst looking at yourself in the mirror, frowning as you poked and prodded at the soft pudge here and there.

König would simply come up behind you, looking down at you with nothing but affection in his eyes as he nods.

"No," He chimes in. "You look as breathtaking as ever, maus."