#im... so close to being done with the headcannons

[microwave-core]

Hello, I hope you are well.

Could you possibly write a fic where Cynthia has been instantly busy by faraway research partners summoning her for her professional opinion, fans wanting a picture or to battle, and always interrupting her and their readers day or hangouts whenever they go out? But eventually, Cynthia figures something out to make it up to the reader?

:)

Thank you!

Hello anon, I can most certainly get that done for you when I have the time! Ms. Cynthia is always welcome in my inbox.

I don't know when I'll get into it? Idk I'm almost finished with the scarvio dlc girls and can have that up for valentines, so I'll get to work on it sometime after valentines.

[minnies-puppydoll]

OT8 SKZ Headcannons:

.• {how they orgasm}•.

OT8 x reader HCS..smutty, kinda fluffy

Warnings: degredation, breeding, mentions of choking/slapping, reader is called a bitch, lots of cum obviously, if i missed any lmk!

first post!! lmk how u feel abt it and send me asks!! :3 enjoy~*

smut below the cut….

Christopher Bahng:

• straight to his core. loud, strangled noises spill from his mouth as he ruts into you like a desperate dog.

• grips onto whatever he can grab on you. especially when his orgasm takes him by suprise, hes gasping and frantically finding your wrist to hold so he can ride it out.

• during, he’ll lean down and send a growlish-moan to your ear, in a “you did this to me.” way😵‍💫

• his cock definetly throbs, if he pulls out, all you can see is it bobbing up and down and shooting out hot cum.

• he’s dazed afterwards, looking at his mess with half-lidded eyes as he smears it with his thumb.

• hits him more forcefully than sensually, like a pent up release. and trust, if you choke or slap him while he’s cumming then he’ll roll his eyes back and cum 10x harder.

• same for if he’s cumming from your strap, then its all broken whines and drooly pillows from there.

• im a firm believer of breeding kink chan. he’ll press down on your tummy so you can’t miss the feeling of his warm cum swelling you up.

“ahn- fucking..feel that? good whores get bred out, right? thats fucking right..made me cum, sweet girl..”

Lee Minho:

• sooooooo long.

• his dancer core makes his orgasms last forever.

• you’ll be done touching him, and a minute later his cock is still throbbing and squirting out little droplets of cum.

• usually has deeper, longer moans throughout. but when it first hits, he lets out a loud, pornographic noise akin to a yell.

•his head lowers and his face is pained and focused. hands trembling slightly at how hard it hits him.

• makes the prettiest faces during it. all pleasure dazed, like hes in a trance, or like he can’t believe how intense his orgasm is.

• def an eye roller. his orgasms hit hard, not in a shaking way, but he’ll throw his head back and grip onto you, so he can hold you still while he works through his orgasm.

•when his eyes arent rolled to the back of his head, they are either closed or heavy lidded and unfocused.

• coming back to this, he prefers holding you still while he cums. hes way too sensitive for any extra motion. if you try to move on top of him, he’ll firmly cling onto your shoulders to keep you still.

• always a bit exsausted afterwards, but still laughs in disbelief at how long it really is.

“ah!…stay still. stay fucking still, please. just let me cum…mmfh- fuck..feels so good.”

Seo Changbin:

• goes quiet when he’s about to cum. like its the only thing he can think about.

• 1/3 of moanracha. one of the only ones that moan (but turns kinda growl-ish at the end🤭)

• he knows his strength, so when he cums he tries to either get off of you or relax his body as much as he can. (thats why he prefers you on top)

• sounds in pain but he’s definetly not. he forgets how good you make him feel sometimes.

• a lip-biter, its how he calms himself down, also a throbber!! his hips never stutter though, he’s very good.

• a slut for his neck being touched, bite or kiss on his neck and he’ll cum so good for you.

• like i said earlier, he wants to hold you close so bad! but, he’s nervous he might crush you. so he trains himself for you, softly fucking into you and holding his trembling body back from just holding you down and pounding you.

• soft binnie boy in his dirty talk, his strength doesn’t match his words as he softens his body and starts to cum inside you.

“soft- soft..g’nna fuck you softly, yeah? sweet girl..making me cum..so good to me.”

Hwang Hyunjin:

• 2/3 of moanracha. he moans unashamed, long, sensual noises that have you dripping.

• treats an orgasm like a piece of art, making sure to cum right on your pretty pussy and admire.

• his thighs tremble and his mouth hangs open, pleasure spreading along his body and glowing in his sides, eventually spilling all out onto you, his stunning muse.

• when he’s fucking you, there is nothing in the world that could break his concentration. its like you both have built this sweet atmosphere in the air, heated colors flash in your mind, trapping you with him.

• and when he cums, that atmosphere shatters into a million pieces, like nothing else in the entire world matters besides you and the intense pleasure you’re making him feel.

• he likes when you cum before him, so he can watch your every reaction to his hard work.

• but he likes it even better when you cum with him, he likes sharing the moment with you, so he might even make you hold it.🤭

“…fuck- hold it. i’m almost there, don’t fucking cum yet..fuck! i love you! i love you..so much.”

Han Jisung:

• 3/3 of moanracha. his moans are loud and uncontrollable.

• BIGGEST EYE ROLLER. ive seen him do that shit too many times in videos, im so serious he does that when he cums.

• he also cannot control that tongue of his, shits always out of his mouth while drool drips from his bottom lip.

• he just loves feeling good!! he’ll take anything you give him as long as he gets to cum.

• his poor little cock gets so red. drips a massive amount of precum just to squirt out such a pathetic little load.

• loves teasing his cock after he cums. he’ll rub himself on whatever he can, twitching at the little sparks of harsh pleasure that it grants him.

• says “fuck me” even if he’s topping, such a freaky ass bitch😭

• and if you’re pegging or fingering him, you’ll be suprised at how slutty that little mouth of his is, drooling and babbling out such meaningless little praises and begs.

• grips your wrist and thrusts frantically into you with loud, pathetic whines. his eyes are a bit teary when he places his hand on your tummy, begging you to cum because of how overstimulated he’s getting.

“ah..fuck- fuck me, fuck me harder..shit. ah, please cum- ah..soon. please? s’too much.. i know, im pathetic..m’sorry.”

Lee Felix:

• so sensual. like his orgasm is fire, burning his body so slowly.

• his hips may be frantic, but his voice is shuddery as he whispers pretty words and praises into your ears.

• his face heats up so much its unreal. he cant help but blush at how good you make him feel!!

• that deep voice in your ear😵‍💫 makes u wanna be silent so you can hear him better.

• small load, nothing too much, but it tastes so sweet. you beg him to cum on your face or in your mouth, he feels a little bad but he can’t hold it when he sees you stick your tongue out while he jerks his cock off.

• likes recieving pain when he cums, like scratching his thighs or biting down on his shoulders. it embarrasses him but also makes him drool🫶🏽

• okay fr guys..i think felix can squirt. HEAR ME OUT.

• rub the palm of your hand over his tip rapidly, or agressively rub his slit and he’s writhing and arching under you. gripping your wrist and begging you to slow down before he hides his face and squirts all over his tummy.

• he’s such a pleaser, that he’s unable to focus soley on his pleasure. so if he accidentally cums before you, he’ll pull out and mutter little apologies as he rubs your clit, ruining his own orgasm while shoving his face in your neck.

“..ah! fuck! sorry…m’sorry..hah- so sorry, angel..please cum- please cum too?”

Kim Seungmin:

• when he's subbing, he's a desperate humper. wether its your shoe, or your hand, or even your belongings hes frantically fucking into it, trying to cum hard.

• but the way he cums is still the same, no matter what role he's playing.

• it looks earth shattering. he twitches and shakes, and his eyes are tightly shut (when they arent rolled back to his brain)

• he tries to have you lock eyes with him when he cums, but it always ends up with him breaking it almost immediately.

• prefers to cum on your lower back or tummy, but he's a bit of a clean freak so this preference doesn't help him at all😭

• very dazed and tender after. he'll look at you with loving eyes and caress your cheek, kinda like the sweet version of chan's "you did this to me" attitude.

• he used to be very shy about the way he acted when he came, so he would hold it in, but once you tried to forced one out of him anyway. poor boy was begging you to "wait" and "stop," but his body betrayed him and twitched into your hand.

"mm'ah! wait! stopstop' please- ill cum! please."

(or..dom ver bc im a slut 😈)

"oh? fine..make me cum then, bitch..c'mon- oh fuck..that's a good girl. only thing you're good for, right slut?”

Yang Jeongin:

• doesn’t hit him quite as hard as the others, now that doesn’t mean its not enjoyable for him.

• it just means that his buildup is stronger than his orgasm, it comes in blissful waves rather than the others.

• when it hits, his jaw drops and his eyes close, but soon after 4 seconds of that, hes giggling about it and using it to give you more pleasure.

• big ass load. he cums so much its not funny. he likes cumming in you too, so good luck with that!

• whispers long, teasing groans in your ear to feel you squeeze around him.

•he enjoys fucking more than the actual climax, so he’ll usually hold his orgasm off until you’re begging him to cum.

• then, he’ll tilt his head and glide his cock along your clit with the same pace, like he never stopped fucking you. laughing at your cries and pleads.

“hm..aw, poor baby..want my cum? need my cum inside you? hm..ill think about it.”

[pressureplus]

Not sure if you have done it or if anyone have already requested it.. but I do like to see a headcanons (NSFW?) on the ovipositor of Sebastian. Like if reader finally agrees to let him pregnant them with his eggs. Kinda stuff like how would it feel like during/after breeding? does it will hurt? How long long does it take? How those eggs/babies develop? And how does the giving birth would be and feel like? Anything like that.

Btw, I love your headcanons and oneshots! <3

So glad you asked! I've been dealing with pain lately so Ive needed consistent care. As per usual we are writing, this one just happened to be finished first. Also, thank you for the compliment <3

♡Sebastian Solace Ovipositor Headcannons♡

Warnings: Describing this Non-Erotically, Implied Sex, Oviposition/Ovipositor, AFAB and AMAB Cannons (God Im Sorry), Pregnancy/Birth Vaguely Mentioned, M!Preg Mentioned

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Starting off strong, the moment you agree to have that mans babies he is all over you

Excited, yes, and at the mention of his Ovipositor being put to use he’ll be a little shy but happy to oblige! How can he not be? The idea of having a family almost makes him feel…normal. Happy and normal.

As his tendril is always sheathed, it stays very slick, which makes insertion easier. Despite his absurdly large length (he is well over twice your size) he doesn't need to be all the way inside your body to use said Ovipositor

During the process of actually putting those eggs in your body, it feels…odd. The best way I can describe this is like swallowing those Boba Pearls in drinks? But like…obviously not with your mouth

Doesn't hurt! The eggs arent too large, about an inch in length and diameter, but still not painful! You’d think they would be, right?

This is due to both the slightly muscle relaxant features of said slick, and the flexible nature of his eggs

Despite their size they can easily compress to be smaller if pressure is applied…too much pressure will pop them and make them no longer viable but yes they can get a bit smaller

They're like little jelly balls with a turquoise color

After the fact, you'll really just feel oddly full for the next day or two. These things are decently sticky and almost parasitic in nature so those that are going to continue to develop will be burying themselves into your body

Not a painful process either, by the way

Those that don't end up attaching to anything are not particularly viable as they can't take any of your DNA to make anything. So those really just have to be removed. This can be done decently easily with some pressure applied to your stomach and a bit of pushing

Produces 6-12 eggs on average, but may produce more or less, so you never really know how many actually stuck

The way these eggs develop is rather unnatural to say the least.

If you're AFAB then they'll attempt to fill your uterus much like a normal baby would. They also take as much ‘code’ from your DNA as possible, feeding off your blood for minerals similar to how Anglerfish pairs function

If you're AMAB things get a bit..sticky for you. They'll hollow out their own space inside you, kind of like a very small faux womb. This is NOT painful, but does leave a sort of dull ache like you've just worked out for a while. This small little wound will close behind the eggs as well so they won't be disturbed. They feed off you the same way as they do for those who are AFAB

This pregnancy can last anywhere from 6-9 months depending on how large the batch of eggs is. They do technically ‘share’ their meals so they'll all be ready to hatch at the same time. Think of it like an evolutionary trait for a better chance at survival.

Doesn't entirely feel like pregnancy, you'll feel weaker, bloaty, and maybe a bit sick mostly due to lower mineral/vitamin counts. But as long as you take some kind of supplements or eat healthy you'll be fine

You don't get particularly round or anything either, just a small bump that could easily be passed off as weight gain

On the Plus side for the AFABS, your body does not continue to have its menstrual cycle during these months. They release their own chemicals into your body/bloodstream for a better latch and less chances to be ‘rejected’

As for having these babies? There's conractions/cramping for sure and a bit of blood from where those eggs detach. I wouldn't call them particularly bad contractions, as they're slower and a lot less painful than normal child birth

The body doesn't have to prep as much since they're not normal sized human babies.

If you're AFAB, they'll come out the natural way. If you're AMAB, you're going to need surgery

Surgery is of course an option for both if preferred.

They pop their eggs and are ready to go the second they break, now for the most part the body can just absorb the nutrients in these empty ‘shells’ but they can also be removed. It won't cause additional harm either way

These babies aren't very big when they're taken out

In fact, they're all about palms sized. They're warm to the touch, covered in a bit of blood and whatever liquid is inside those eggs, so they're a bit sticky. But just fine to wipe clean

They’ll be oddly…blue and pale for the first while as they learn to breathe oxygen with their very small lungs. Don't worry, they'll figure it out. They look almost like normal babies aside from this, well, not including those that look more like Sebastian

They’ll develop faster than normal babies as well. Some may even be born with sharp teeth, others will get their set within the first two months.

They're already up and ready to go in about a year or less, as if they're made for survival like wild animals. However this will come at a cost. Your sanity mostly when your 1 year old is chewing through the casings of wires and chair legs.

By the time they're around 5-6 they'll be just a little smaller than the size of a normal human child.

As teenagers getting their growth spurts? Many of your children may end up BIGGER than average humans!

Overall your children will be different, as was the process of having them, but they're still perfectly healthy

[satellitespinner]

MODERN ELLIE HEADCANNONS

modern!ellie who rides a beat up skateboard from when she was 15 everywhere. i mean everywhere your place, jesse’s, class. everywhere !

modern!ellie whose pen is never not in her hand, or deep denim pockets.

modern!ellie who tries to learn cool pen tricks while “finishing” her homework, but ends up hitting you with the pen..

modern!ellie who was your bestfriend before she was your girlfriend. you two were inseparable! (and irritating.)

modern!ellie who never fucking answers her texts.. it’s infuriating.

modern!ellie who sells weed on the side of working at a small café on campus. (she doesn’t like Starbucks) ((as she should))

modern!ellie who majors in astrophysics! that girl has been in love with space since she could talk. infact! her first word was planet!

modern!ellie who was unfortunately in the foster care system until she was adopted by the lovely man we all know as joel miller!!

modern!ellie whose username on all platforms is more likely to be something stupid than her actual name.

modern!ellie who refuses to turn on auto correct even though she so desperately needs it.

modern!ellie never cooks. ever! it’s either take-out or you forcing a homemade meal down her throat. (she doesn’t mind.)

modern!ellie who cuddles you like you’re married!

modern!ellie doesn’t play about her video game!!!! she will throw a tantrum!

modern!ellie’s playlist consists of hard rock, indie and atleast some rap.

modern!ellie who just shows up at your house?? at let’s herself in!!! the disrespect.. (you don’t care..)

imagine you come home from a long, stressed-filled day. juggling work and exam week AND the weight of being the baddest bitch on campus has really been weighing on you lately; causing you to (as she calls it) neglect ellie..

you walk in, shoulders slumped and release a heavy sigh as you drop your things down on the kitchen table when your bestfriend walks out of your bathroom like nothing.

“hello?” you say, your face morphing from scared to un-impressed as you realize the person in your home was not an intruder.

“hey babe” she says quietly as she walks over to you, slowly watching you as you put your things away.

“how many times have i told you. the extra key i gave you is for emergencies.” you lecture. not really caring as much as you led on to be.

“there was an emergency though!” she argues. you give her a look of scepticism. “and what would that be?” you roll your eyes.

“we haven’t hung out in three days! hello?! i’ve barely seen you since monday!” she whines.

“i’ve been busy, that’s all.”

“busy?”

“yeah.” you whisper, palming your eyes out of fatigue. she gives you a half smile as she realizes that you’re not in the mood for her god awful attitude.

“awh, ‘cmere” the next thing you know your letting yourself relax into ellie’s arms as she rubs your back and gently soothes the tension in your body.

“you wanna go lay down?” she looks down at you and asks. hee voice remaining in the same low whisper as before.

“yeah, please.” you say before she grabs your hand and pulls you into your bedroom. she insists on making you feel better at this point and who are you to stop her??

she opens your pajama drawer and pulls out a big baggy shirt and some shorts, “put these on.” she says as she walks around the bed to the night table, switching the lamp on and peeling back the blanket.

she somehow managed to keep her eyes to herself and when your done she carefully slides into bed next to you. “you comfy?” she asks.

“im good.” god you can already feel your eyes closing. ellie slowly pulls you into her arms and rubs small circles on your stomach as she lulls you into tranquility. eventually you both fall asleep; what seemed to be the weight of the world lifting of your shoulders.

for now.

modern!ellie who had a crusty white dog but it went missing and she never saw it again.

[anadiasmount]

Married life with Jude!!

headcannon for jude bc i’ve never done one! hope you enjoy! 🧟‍♀️🤍

masterlist | jude’s masterlist | send requests/ concepts!

would def introduce/call you as “wife” everywhere you go. doesn’t matter where you guys are headed he would so go “this is my wife y/n.” would make me feel so giddy i will not lie 😣😔

kiss your ring finger whenever he pleases, or when he notices you becoming nervous or anxious because he knows how much kisses with you mean. “relax darling, it’s us. me and you.”

have a random argument in the morning and jude being first to apologize bc he one, hates to see you upset bc of him, two due to the fact he hates when you’re not talking to him, and three bc he hates fighting especially with you. “forgive me okay? i didn’t mean it.”

would text you whenever either of you are out to check in, and starts the text with “wife…” or “husband” to remind to pick something up, or send a quick i love you text, to tell you about their days or something funny you guys saw, to say they miss each other. props if they send pictures instead of just texting.

on random occasions would pull out your wedding photos because it’s the most memorable and unforgettable night of his life. would explain to you how he felt in that moment and pull you his chest and tell you he loves you so much.

calls you “mrs. bellingham” to get your attention or walks into the room bc you and him love it. friends and family would make fun of you and you would shy away from it, but jude just smirks bc deep down it’s a reminder to everyone you’re married to him.

the two of you spending every morning together before he leaves for training or away games, having your daily tea/coffee with cookies/biscuits because you hate being apart even if it’s for just a little bit. “gonna miss you so much angel. wait for me so we can grocery shopping okay?”

LATE NIGHT TALKS BECAUSE WHATTT??? i have trouble sleeping at night and he would def stay up with you and you the same with him when you can’t sleep and just talk about kids, pets, friends and family, work, about the old times when you first got together.

brings you your favorite bouquet of flowers when he comes back from away duty, never getting over the fact that you’re married to him. kissing your forehead first and then leaning down to connect your lips together. “your favorite flowers, but you’re my favorite flower beautiful.”

annoys the shit out of you when he’s sick or clingy, begging for you to hold him and kiss his cheeks or temple because you apparently take the pain away. your hands massaging down his back and neck to smooth him, but sometimes he pretends just so he can feel you. “i need my wife to be with me in ‘sickness and in health’ remember?”

when back in england he loves doing date night at late night. takes you on walks after dinner and treats you to ice cream, buys you something to remember the night. his hand on your thigh in the car or around your waist when walking. “look so pretty for me. why are you so beautiful, wife?”

BYE IM SORRY BUT HES THE TYPE TO BUY SHIRTS THAT SAY “my wife” “his wife” and “my husband” “her husband” and force you go to public wearing them because he thinks it’s hilarious. “i’m sorry i can’t. i need a good laugh. please baby? do it for me?”

buys you small presents because he can’t stop spoiling you. “for you my wife. don’t start with that because i have every right to do anything to make you smile.”

would pull up to your work place when you least expect it and wait in your office/ designated area to eat lunch when he’s off. you would tell him all the gossip or topic of the day to reach, and he’s attentively listening because he loves hearing about the silliest thing that occur in your work place. everyone would just stare at the two of you in awe because you are the definition of couple goals.

when you attend his matches you would surprise him with a “his wife #5” jersey and he would smile wide and pull you close after the match ends. he would make fun of you at first but he loves the idea bc he know it’s a reminder to not him but the whole world. “my wife indeed. it’s gonna become my favorite jersey you’ve worn. gotta remind everyone who your husband is right?”

a relationship especially when married isn’t one sided, so the two of you always go above and beyond to make each other happy even if it’s the smallest word or action. squeeze in a cuddle even if it’s not appropriate timing. always communicating about how you to ensure the two of you are okay.

even the smallest glances you send when you’re not together, it’s glances like those that will never fail to put a smile on each others faces. like the of you would be the only humans alive.

[subbypeterparker]

Hear me out whiny!Ethan landry fic or headcannon

whiny!ethan landry headcannon

• he is perhaps the most vocal man you’ve ever met

• but you’d better be sure his whines and moans are music to your ears

• as uni students, you both spend enormous amounts of time on your individual classes, which can lead to time spent away from each other

“pleaseee will you touch me mommy (im sorry i had to slip it in), I promise I’ll make you feel so good, i swear”

you’re sitting cross cross on his bed, working intently on your laptop while he lays behind you, pressing soft kisses to your neck

and obviously him moaning and begging in your ear has you feeling some kind of way, but you really do need to focus

once he realizes he needs to wait a while until your attention can be on him, he gets a bit restless, and lets out a sigh of defeat as you continue typing away

• this man is actually such a slut for you, it’s insane he gets anything done since you two got together

• part of being whiny means ethan being so needy for you, no matter where he is

• even if it’s inconvenient for him to be touching you anywhere, he will beg and whine for you to let him, either until he gets to touch you, or until you punish him for being desperate

“please, please, let me eat your pussy…” “ethan, we’re in the library” “…no one’s around, and i won’t make any noises, i promise”

he’s always so eager to touch you, whenever and wherever he can. doesn’t even need to be sexual

“…sweetheart, you don’t always have to hold my hand,” you look down at your conjoined hands with a pointed look on your face. “i know, but i just want to be near you,” he practically pouts

will get pouty and whiny if you don’t let him touch you, and will act bratty until you let him

• i have to mention this man’s moans and whines

• as i’ve mentioned, he’s very vocal, and when he’s desperate for anything, it goes up 10x

he’ll practically be screaming in bed, especially when he’s close, and loses his breath quickly doing so

this results in the the lewdest and loudest whines and moans you have ever heard, and they’re truthfully enough to have your pussy throbbing

but oh. good. lord. when it comes to pegging, this man is extraordinarily vocal

with his back arching, ass pressing against you as he moans out and clenches around the strap, his poor brain can’t decide if it wants you to slow down, or speed up and wreck him

this conflict results in ethan just losing his ability to speak, and his brain turns numb and can only let out whines and whimpers for you

• he’s so big on being praised, and the slightest stroke on his face combined with a soft praise has him preening in your hands

• ethan landry has the BIGGEST praise kink known to man, and will beg and whine for more praises to poor from your mouth, no matter what you’re doing

he can truly cum just from you praising him, and he knows this, and begs for you to praise him, just so your voice can get him closer

• when he has to restrain himself (either from cumming or from touching you or himself), he starts to whine for your touch and your help

“fuck mommy please, i cant last much longer,” he’s been lying on your bed naked, watching you watch him as he falls apart while you touch yourself

he can feel himself getting closer without even touching himself as he watches you touch your pussy, whining out when you moan his name

• although he likes being praised, and as i’ve said, can get off solely on it, he’s big on being degraded

trust me when i tell you there is NOTHING like ethan sobbing and whining as you degrade him

although he knows he shouldn’t like it as much as he does when you call bim degrading names, he can’t help but moan out and whine for you to keep doing it

“baby look at you, nothing but a fucking whore for mommy, only here for my pleasure, huh?” your words make his back arch as he whines out broken cries and screams of “mommy!”, desperately holding on to any sanity he has

• he is such a simple minded teen boy, that anything to do with you has him whining and writhing just for you, and only you

• he truly is a slut for you, and holy shit, does he earn that title

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it is incredibly late after a long day, yet this writing was much needed, PLEASE keep the ethan requests coming!! 🫶🫶

[luvfy0dor]

RRRRAAAAAH i’m so insane abt dad fyodor i’m!!!!! imagine him helping the kid with schoolwork and attending parent meetings i’m so? feel free to decline! <3

“Multiplication Sucks ♡” - Dad!Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; None!

Description; Fyodor helping his daughter with her homework assignment, I'm so sorry it's so short : [ I tried writing a scenario for a parent teacher meeting but I kept scrapping my ideas, ill do a part two at some point i promise!

A/n; I LOVE THAT WE ALL LOVE DAD FYODOR SM DJSJEJS THANK YOU DAD!FYODOR ANON FOR BLESSING US WITH THIS WE LOVE YOU 💜 ALSO IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT ANON AHHH 💔

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

• Fyodor is the type of dad to let his kid waste no time when it comes to homework. He wants them to get it done the very night it's assigned so they can relax afterwards and not gain the habit of procrastinating.

• You will catch him walking your kid step by step through their homework. He's not the type of parent to yell out of frustration, especially not over his kids homework.

• He can help the child with most subjects, but he's especially good at math and therefore some sciences. He's good with history, too.

• At one-on-one parent teacher meetings, he already knows what to expect. He knows his kid is well behaved, he raised them well mannered and respectful. He also knows that his kid is smart and does well on their assignments, they get it from their papa.

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(As always, d/n is daughters name, p/t is parental title)

You sat on the couch with Fyodor, leaning on his shoulder while you watched a movie. He seemed relatively intrigued while he chewed on his fingernails. His hair was messily pulled back, his bangs falling through the grip of the ponytail holder and back into his face. His free arm was around your waist, holding you close. Your daughter was being relatively quiet, you couldn't really hear her footsteps going back and forth around her bedroom like you usually could. All of a sudden though, you could hear some frustrated groans. Fyodor definitely heard it too, turning his head to look at you. After a second he got up from the couch and walked towards d/n's room.

He knocked on your daughter's door lightly, opening it upon hearing a soft "come in". He walked into her bedroom, his eyes immediately falling onto the young girl slouched over at her desk with a pencil in hand. He tilts his head and notices the sheet of paper in front of her, half finished with lots of scribbled out things.

"What's wrong, Malyshka?" He asks, reaching out and rubbing her back in consolation. The young girl sits up with a pout, her lip quivering a bit. "Multiplying is stupid!" She says sadly, placing her pencil down gently and crossing her arms. Fyodor picks up and examines the paper, humming as he reads over the simple and basic multiplication problems. "Well, I can help you. There's no need to cry over it." He says, petting her head gently and putting the paper back down. "Is it this one that's troubling you?" He asks, pointing to one of the problems with the pencil. She nods, sniffling.

"16 x 2..." He hums for a moment, thinking of a way to explain this to her. "If you can do 6 x 2 and 10 x 2, all you have to do is add them together." He says, handing the pencil to her. "You're a smart girl, I know you can do it." He says, remaining at her side while she uses the strategy he provided her. Her tongue slightly pokes from the corner of her lips as she comes to her conclusion of 32 after a couple of seconds.

"Is that right, papa?" D/n asks, looking up at Fyodor for approval. "Yes, you did a good job." He praises her with a proud smile, patting her head. She nods and moves onto the next question, and before she knows it, she's done! Fyodor was happy that she didn't give up and powered through, finally starting to grasp the concept. All she needed was a little more help, the help that her father was right there to give her.

A/n; AHHHH I love dad Fyodor sm like imagine him going to father-daughter dances omg I die

[luviisabella]

Catching you masturbating

HEADCANNON

BNHA x Fem’Reader 🦇🩷

Song: Earned It by The Weeknd or Into It by Chase Atlantic

Summary: Reader got a little bored waiting for her bf. It had been a long Friday too, you just got done having dinner with a friend and you were hoping to come home to your bf, when you don’t see him their you take matters into your own hands. Except.. you didn’t hear the front door unlock..?

Category: NSFW (NOT safe for work) + aged up

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Eijirou Kirishima

Special Character: Tamaki Amajiki

Notes: This is just how I think they’d react seeing their gf do this

EACH CHARACTER HAS THEIR OWN LITTLE STORY SO IT WON’T BE ON ONE PAGE 💗

Katsuki Bakugou

- you had already showered and etc. so you got cozy in your shared bed, only thing missing was your bf

- you texted him asking where he was and got no response (not surprising)

- what was surprising was seeing him drop the grocery bags he had in hand and stare at you dumbfounded while you had your knuckles deep in your- yeah

- but he doesn’t stop you…

Time: [10:23pm] - Im home, where are you? -sent

You set your phone down.. you were really looking forward to watching a movie and popcorn with him tonight.. I mean it’s what you did every Friday night, it was like tradition. He was out God knows where and left you all alone. Alone with your thoughts.. thoughts of how you had been missing him. Missing his touch, his scent, his attention, and the feeling went from being emotional to physical.. the heat traveling down your body, eventually reaching your black lace underwear. It’s all you had on besides his hoodie, that smelled just like him… fuck.

“Hah- mmm” your back slightly arched off the bed, one hand circling at your clit and the other playing with your nipple under the hoodie, legs spread and your underwear to the side. The noises your pussy was making was so lewd and it just added to the tension building in your lower core. You only cared about your release, nothing else. Katsuki wasn’t here to help so you had to do it yourself, which ultimately never felt as good but what could you do about it? Eventually the circles you were tracing led your middle and ring finger further down, eventually sliding in now knuckles deep causing your head to fall back. It was frustrating, not even close to the real thing but waiting would be torment. So you focused on the sounds of your moan filling the room and the sensation of your fingers, you were actually so focused you didn’t hear the door unlock when he came in and took off his shoes.

He was confused seeing your shoes also there at the door, his eyebrows furrowed trying to think about when you came home? His phone had died, so he couldn’t check it. He just assumed you were in your shared room scrolling mindlessly on your phone or reading a book, so he came to check on you. …. “F-fuck, Katsukiiii” you moan out loud and for a second he thought his ears were deceiving him… did you just? No. He heard wrong. Maybe his knock was too light or maybe you were just so caught in the heat of the moment that you didn’t hear anything other then you, but when the door opened, your heart sunk to your ass. The bag of groceries in his hand threatening to spill.. and you two just stared at each other. Your legs were spread, knuckles deep, and wearing his hoodie?? Moaning his name??? The view was so lewd he didn’t know what to do, he could feel the tent growing in his pants from the sight, but that didn’t matter to him.

When he finally knocked some sense as to what was going on he cocked a smirk before leaning on the door in what seemed like a wait for something. “So this is what you do when I’m not here?” his question seemed degrading.. you closed your legs immediately and turned to look the other way, not knowing what to say or do. Usually this little cute act would get you kisses on your forehead, but nope. Instead, he walked over to you after placing the groceries on the floor. You could feel his weight shift the bed when he came to kneel in front of you. His hands on your knees, “You can finish babe, m’ not gonna stop you. You clearly needed this.” and despite not looking at him, you could hear the cockiness in his voice and you rolled your eyes with a soft smile seeing how he didn’t mind anyways.

“I actually.. was hoping you could help me…” you did intend for it to sound more like a question but seeing how you were desperate it sounded more like a statement. His eyebrow quirked up seeing how you were bold enough to say that and who is he to tell you no? He didn’t say anything but your eyes widened a little when you were pulled to the edge of the bed, his hands holding your thighs apart and his head now resting between them. “Kats- ngh” your words cut off by his tongue gently circling your clit. He had no time for words and neither did you. Your hands instinctively reached for his hair, your fingers gently running through it. He loved it. He always took his time with you, never rushed, he loved making you cum over and over and over again.

Seeing how you had already gotten yourself riled up before you were really close the minute he started to insert his fingers, now using both his tongue and hand to work at your dripping cunt. “Ahhh f-fuck that feels sooo good, mm” your head slightly tiltled back, you felt overstimulated seeing as you were stopped before and now it’s him doing it for you. But you wanted this right? That’s why you left the door unlocked isn’t it? Or was it just a coincidence… and the thoughts didn’t matter, because you were seconds away from becoming a mess. “Kats’ m’ gonna cum, m’ gonna cum, pleaseeee” you slightly tugged at his hair impulsively, not enough to hurt him but enough for him to see how much of a mess you were becoming for him. “Katsukiiii…” crying out his name as you cum, instinctively grinding your hips up and down against his tongue and holy shit were you something he could get drunk off.

He kept going, eating you out through your orgasm and it made it so much more intense, your thighs desperately giving out and when he was finished he stood up and licked his lips. Leaning down towards you…

“Next time, I’ll make sure my phone’s charged, that way I can do this for you myself.”

You could feel his dick pressed up against you and knew it was going to be a longgggg night.

<3

[cameoliob]

what are your headcanons for kallus and jovan? how did they get together? who fell first and whose heart broke first? do they still hate each other when kallus joins the rebellion or do they simply act like the pettiest bitches towards each other? enquiring minds want to know

ANON THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT THIS IVE BEEN WAAIITTTIINNNGG

Before I get into this I have to legally preface that 1. I’m a Kallus from the lower levels truther + I operate off the assumption that he does not have any family and that plays a decent role in what's going on 2. We dont know alot about Jovans personality so I lowkey just go off vibes but in my brain, teenage him is starry-eyed, a little naive, but SO kind. Older him is a little bit of a douche (not terrible, just the kind of guy that you have to scoff at whenever they talk too much). 

Okay I have a whole headcannoned timeline so im gonna lay this out for u

It's 19 BBY, the empire just started enlisting and all the rich Coruscanti kids are FIGHTING for a chance to go to the academy because “wow that sounds so much more fun than regular university.” Jovan is a part of this demographic. 

So you’ve got this whole class of rich kids doing rich kid things, and Jovan is having a great time; it’s the fourth week of school, he’s found his friend group, he gets along great with his bunk mates, everything is fantastic.

Except theres just this one… fucking guy…

This guy is in, like, half of Jovans classes and Jovan just can’t stop thinking about him because where in stars name did this skinny, scrappy, snappy, kid with a gnarly side eye come from???? Why is he so sickly looking???? And so mean????

And Jovan’s always been a curious guy, he wants to figure out what this guy’s deal is so he, of course, takes it upon himself to befriend this Edward Cullen looking ass dude. Easier said than done; Jovan finds out very quickly that Kallus does not trust easily and it takes at least three weeks of Jovan forcing his friendship on him (inviting him to sit with him in the mess hall, offering to help with assignments, sitting next to him in class, ect.) for Kallus to hold a full conversation with him. 

From there, though, it gets easier. Turns out that Kallus is, quite possibly, the coolest guy Jovan has ever met. He doesn't gaf about what people think about him, he’s gotten into fist fights before (real ones, not sparring!), he fucking parties, he fucks, he can hotwire a speeder, he’s so naturally smart, and cunning, and resourceful– Jovan is completely entranced by this guy. 

^^^(completely entranced by this guy.. I never said Jovan had good taste)

In the meantime, Jovan helps Kallus out with some of the pre-req classes needed for their first year, because as cool as he is, Kallus is not good at physics. 

By the end of their first year at the Academy, Jovan and Kallus become very close. It’s that kind of friendship between guys that, if you saw it from an outsider's perspective, you’d be like, “oh… are they..?? Do they..????? What???” but tbh they don't even think about it because they’re too busy being stupid

Now, the imps do NOT like taking days off, BUUUUT all those rich families donating to the academy do, so I imagine that�� at least in the first few years of the empire– the academy had a short, 3 or so week long summer break. 

So we get to break, and Kallus is like “oh wait, I don’t have anywhere to go over break, guess I’ll just rough it out on the streets for a few weeks ig. Nothing new tbh.” And Jovan is like, “What???? No???? You’re not doing that????” and Jovan invites Kallus to tag along on his family vacation (idk where they go, maybe like Naboo or smth, I didn't think that far). Kallus obviously accepts. 

So they go on this vacation, and Jovan is thinking to himself, Waiiiiiittttt a minute………. I actually have wanted him so bad for like 3 months. Maybe it was a bad idea to invite him, like I’m gonna blow my cover fuckuckufckufcjukcf.  But he’s like not trying to do anything about it because he’s all nervous. But THEN, last week of vacation Kallus is like. “I actually think that you should let me kiss u on the mouth.” and Jovan is like “okay bbg say less.” (Jovan fell first if that wasn’t clear)

(This situation is about to get ALOT gayer)^^^

AND THEN THE BREAKUP

They graduated the academy a year prior, Kallus has been doing his ISB training, Jovan has been doing whatever tf you do to become a lieutenant. They’ve been together for four-ish years atp. 

Kallus is SO locked in with his ISB training. Like he was a dedicated student before (he was top of his class for a reason), but this is borderline obsession. He’s never home, always working, always tired, ect ect. In the meantime, Jovan is climbing the ranks and he is lowkey kind of power tripping over it. He’s getting kind of entitled, a little passive aggressive, and is not really putting effort in tbh.

So Jovan is all annoyed because Kallus is always at work and he literally just wants to hang out with his boyfriend. Tbh, he thinks that Kallus is getting way too ambitious way too quickly.

And Kallus is all annoyed because Jovan isn’t giving him any good reasons to leave work, in fact, Jovan has been grating his nerves lately because he doesn’t do anything. Jovan isn’t ambitious enough. 

The resentment is BUIILLLDDDIINNNGGG

The night they break up is FUCKING CRAZY, OKAY

Jovan picks a fight because he fucking feels like it and Kallus is not having ANY OF IT. Huge blowout fight ensues; Jovan says something classist or something, Kallus calls him an “entitled, prissy twat,” Jovan tells Kallus with the “you wouldn’t have even graduated without my help,” Kallus fuckinf kicks the wall or something, Jovan starts yelling about the drywall, Kallus is like “okay, fuck you AND your goddamn drywall,” and JUST LEAVES

The next day Jovan comms Kallus like “bbg pleapelaleapsleapsleaplsea I messed up im sorry plzplzpzpzlpzlzpzlzp” and Kallus ignores the hell out of him. 

Kallus is pissed because tbh if things just went better, he honest-to-god would have married that man, but noOOOooOOooO, Jovan had to be STUPID

AND THEN SIXTEEN YEARS LATER KALLUS ARRESTS THAT HO and he is SOOOO HAPPY ABOUT IT

But then Jovan shows up in the rebellion and Kallus is so annoyed. 

Because for 1. He is kind of prissy and self important and most people would agree with that 2. No way they ended up in the same place after 18 years, that is so bs, and 3. It’s so awkward that Jovan has all of this info about who Kallus was growing up, and the life he lived before going into the ISB– in fact, he probably knows more than anyone in the Ghost crew just because he was there– and that is so mortifying

Jovan is so stoked

Because for 1. Kallus did all that work in the ISB only to end up a rebel anyways and that is hilarious 2. He has so much mildly embarrassing material about him in his back pocket. But tbh it’s kind of bittersweet for him because Kallus is his One that got away (He was planning on going RING SHOPPING, and then he got BROKEN UP WITH, what the FUCK) and he always reasoned with it by thinking that Kallus was irrevocably changed by the empire, and the Kallus he fell in love with wasn’t going to come back. BUT THEN IT TURNS OUT THAT HE IS BACK– yeah, he’s got a beard now, and he pretends to be all serious, but he’s the same snarky, cunning, side eyeing idiot that he fell for. And he knows he can't have him because that train has LEFT THE STATION

^^(This art is old so its a little jank but shhhhhhhhh, its the vibes that matter)

So he obviously deals with this by selling embarrassing pictures of Kallus from their academy years to Sabine, because that’s probably the best revenge he’s going to get.

Kallus is obviously over him, and has been for a LONG time, he just doesn't like Jovans personality, and Jovan kinda wants Kallus back but apparently that's not an option so they do end up creating a dynamic where they are so petty to each other when they get the chance. (Which is not often because the rebellion is big and if they can avoid each other, they will.)

[sleepyhutcherson]

watching you

masterlist

pairing: batman!mike schmidt x gn!reader

summary: after mike sees you with someone else he shows up at your window late at night for one thing.

word count: 1.7k words

tags: NSFW, 18+, rough sex, spit kink, possessive!mike, stalker!mike, (slut and pretty being used towards reader), doggy style, hair pulling, begging, dom!mike + sub!reader.

author’s note: this is sort of a more in detail version of my headcannons so :p also this is the end of my batman!mike series which was an intrusive thing i decided to do last minute when i should’ve been working on requests. im not good at writing smut but i wanted to end off the series with smth spicy :) this is my first time writing gn!reader smut so let me know if i got smth wrong so i can fix it!

Mike doesn’t know what came over him—the moment he laid eyes on you he felt a sense of warmth in his heart, a smile briefly curling on his lips…and then he saw them. Mike wasn’t familiar with the person that was pressed up against your side, their arm wrapped around your shoulder, closely whispering something into your ear causing you to laugh. He didn’t mind the sight of you laughing but the fact that they were making you laugh bothered him. He lets himself forget about the person for a brief second and solely focuses on the way you laughed, how your smile grew, your cheeks reddening slightly—you were so perfect to him.

He had to see you tonight.

You’re surprised when you see the silhouette of Batman at your window. You’ve grown used to his visits, knowing he only came by for one thing, and at this point you really didn’t mind—in fact, you found yourself waiting for his next visit so he could fuck you dumb. Albeit you were surprised to see him back so soon—he kept his visits limited, not coming by more than once a week. So when you see him at your window again tonight you’re more than surprised considering you last saw him only a night ago.

How was it that you two ended up in the situation? You're not sure exactly. Your first encounter with Mike was while you were working at the diner, that night some men decided to barge in, insisting for all the money at the register. You weren't at the register that night but you were working. Once he was done dealing with the men his eyes met yours, ignoring your boss' shouts for him to leave, taking an interest in you the moment he saw you. He left immediately but you couldn’t help but think about him just a little more than usual after that day, your mind going wild with such fantasies.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel his gloved hands on your hips, his chest pressing up against your back—you could feel how hard he was even under his suit. You gasp a little when he pushes his bulge against your ass, his hands travelling up to your waist. He leaned in a little, his lips brushing up against the back of your neck, his stubble scratching your soft skin.

“I missed you.” He whispers behind your ear, his hot breath sending shivers to your body. You missed him, too, but you weren’t going to admit that to him. You were surprised to hear him admit it to you. Maybe he was just saying it to get the mood right?

Before you know it he was picking you up and throwing you onto your bed. The lights in your bedroom were off, your bedroom almost pitch black, the moonlight being the only source of light pouring inside from the open balcony. From the end of your bed you watch him tower over you, his eyes focused on your body, merely admiring you from there despite still being clothed. It didn’t matter to him, you were so fucking perfect to him.

He begins to remove his suit, piece by piece, his eyes still glued onto you as he undresses. You pull off your shirt then baring your chest to him, his mouth opens slightly at the reveal, wanting to touch.

When he’s done you stare up at him with such hunger, every ounce of you wanting his hands on you now. He leans down to help you with your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear, scattering them on the floor. He could cum right now at the mere sight of you, he really could, but he holds himself not to. This is the part where he fucks you and yet he isn’t crawling on top of you, he isn’t turning you over just yet. You wait, though you’re growing impatient. You watch his hands move up to his mask, your brows pinching together at the motion.

“What…what are you doing?” You ask, your words stumbling a little. Was he really going to remove his mask? From the other times he’s dropped in to have casual sex with you he has not once removed his mask. At first you were a bit on edge about it, I mean, you were curious to know who was under that mask but he seemed intent on leaving it on and who were you to question the Batman, right?

As you feel a bit excited to finally see him, he flips you over onto your stomach before he removes his mask, denying you the chance to see him. You attempt to turn around, curiosity taking over you. “Don’t.” You hear him sternly command. You quickly oblige, returning to looking straight ahead of you. “Not yet.” He mummers softly.

Once his mask is discarded you feel his callous hands grab your waist and pull you upright so your ass is sticking up in the air, your face pressed up against the mattress. “Fuck,” you hear him groan, his hands running over your ass. “Look at you. So pretty for me.” He says through a soft, barely audible moan that surprises you.

You whine at his pretty words, wanting him inside of you. You feel that familiar throbbing between your legs, dripping at the thought of him shoving himself inside of you. “Please,” you beg pathetically, almost subconsciously.

He grins from behind you, gripping the soft skin of your ass in his hands. “Please what?” He asks. He needed to hear you beg for him, of course. After what he saw this morning, you and that person pressed up against each other, he needed the reassurance that you wanted him and only him.

“Please just—just fuck me.” You beg mercilessly.

Mike leans over you, running his lips just behind your ear, his body pressing up against yours. “You’re mine, you know,” he says, though it’s not necessarily a question, more of a statement. He kisses behind your ear before standing upright, his hands on your hips now.

Before you know it, he was shoving his cock inside of you, slowly, inch by inch. You moan in pleasure, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you, your knuckles turning white due to the tightness. You hear him groan from behind you as he adjusts himself inside of you, his fingers digging into your delicate flesh.

He holds onto your hips as he starts thrusting into you, bringing his cock in and out of your tight hole, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he says, breathlessly.

“H—have you?” You inquire, though you can barely speak, your legs nearly giving out as he continuously bucks into you, his cock burying itself deeper, hitting the right spot causing you to let out a moan that sounded like it came straight out of a porno.

He loves how you sound right now. He smiles with satisfaction knowing he was making you feel this way. Only he could. “Mmhm,” he manages to reply, his nails digging into you, crescent moons being left behind on your frail skin. “When I saw you with them—fuck, you don’t know how angry it made me.”

You’re confused for a moment—saw you with who? “What are you talking about?” You question. You then feel him pull out of your hole briefly before shoving himself back in harder making you shriek a little. His way of punishing you for such a ridiculous question.

“Don’t act stupid,” he snarls through gritted teeth. You whimper when his movement increases, fucking into you without remorse. “I was watching you.”

You weren’t at all surprised, you knew he kept an eye on you almost every day. He had admitted this to you himself, you didn’t really care either. You liked the idea that he was watching you throughout the day, you liked how his eyes felt on you.

“I'm sorry.” you pant, his hand moving behind your head as he promptly pushes your face into the mattress beneath you.

“‘Course you are,” he breathlessly whispers. He yanks you up by your hair, your arms helping your legs to steady you up on all fours now. “No one fucks you as good as me, huh?”

You shake your head, his fingers still laced in your hair, his other hand on your hip. He fucks into your harder when you don’t answer and honestly, it feels amazing. He smiles, noticing just how much you loved this—you were just perfect for him. He feels your walls clench around his cock, you were getting close.

“Look at me.” He demands. You hesitate for a moment, suddenly frozen, remembering he wasn’t wearing his mask—you would be seeing him for the first time. “Look at me!” He shouts, his hand that was tugging your hair moving down to your jaw, forcing you to turn around.

Your eyes looked up into his familiar brown eyes, finally taking him all in and fuck he was breathtaking. His dark curls stuck against his forehead, his face glistening in sweat, his eyes smeared with black eye shadow that was dripping down to his flushed cheeks—it was such a sight, especially as he was fucking into you. He smirked at your reaction, flashing you his white teeth that have dug into your skin so many times before. “Open,” he instructs, and immediately you comply, sticking your tongue out for him—honestly, with how hot he looked you would agree to any request.

He leans over, letting his saliva drip onto your tongue, your eyelashes batting up at him. God, you were gorgeous. So fucking perfect for him. He doesn’t even have to tell you to swallow it, right away you consume his spit. “Good slut.” He grins with approval.

His thrusts are sloppier now, he steadies himself, and you’re so desperately close to cumming. “I’m so close.” You whimper, still looking at him as he continues to fuck you from behind.

“Fuck, me too,” he huffs, slamming himself harder. His grips you hips, his cock twitching inside of you, his thrusts sloppier now. “Cum with me.” He groans, lolling his head back as he reaches his climax.

You let out a loud moan, your breath hitching as you cum, dripping all over your freshly washed bed sheets. Soon after he follows, releasing his load inside of you, and you whine at his warmth coating your walls. Your legs give out and you crash down against the mattress, whimpering from it all.

Fuck, he looked so hot with that eyeshadow.

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[kozumesphone]

✮⋆˙ 𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇. 𝐈

⤷ hq boys x any!reader . . . pt. 1

masterlist

part 1 part 2

⊹ ࣪ ˖ fandom | haikyū!!

✧˖°. includes | nishinoya yū x reader headcannons, study date, noya being adorable, cutesy fluff, like one dialogue related to math but if that’s triggering then you can skip /j (im so funny)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ key | y/n: your name

✧˖°. in which | noya and reader have a cute study date bc reader helps him study in the form of a ‘study date’ so he can get good enough grades to go for their next vb comp

⊹ ࣪ ˖ a/n | hdksjdksks literally my favourite hq blorbo!!! I can’t wait to write more of these hcs <3 it’s a pretty short post but I might keep adding on?

“there is literally no logic in this!”

you have lots of energy left to educate noya about how math works.

“just remember it: differentiation of sin x is cos x, but the integration of sin x is negative cos x. simple!”

“oho, simple, my ass,” he rolls his eyes, ever the drama queen.

the volleyball team found out from daichi and suga that unless they all pass every one of their subjects (especially hinaga, kageyama, tanaka and noya), they couldn’t participate in the next match

desperately, noya begs you to help him out because he’s currently the trashiest at only one subject: math; which, believe it or not, is your strong suit

he’s delirious by the time you’re done with him on day 1, and refuses to continue studying it unless there’s something in it for him too (except the very necessary match he had to play in)

“how about… a kiss for every question you get right?”

and since then, he began understanding every formula and question, just to receive as many kisses as you could spare for him

tutoring sessions turn into study dates as the days merge together

dusk morphs into dawn when you study at his house sometimes, and he ends up falling asleep on the table

looking up to find him softly snoring, with his hair falling onto his closed eyes, you smile at him

he’d been working so hard the past month <3

you reach out to ruffle his hair slowly and pat his head lightly, making sure not to wake him from his peaceful state

“thanks… y/n,” he whispers, still asleep.

your heart melts, and you were glad he wasn’t awake; if he was, you knew he’d tease you about the massive redness creeping up your neck

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[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

Oooh, for the demon requests, could I maybe ask for headcanons of Kokushibo and reader who is a tease/flirt? Gn/Fem reader are both fine! Thank you in advance 💫

Oh-Ho! (♥ω♥*) I love this request anon! Thanks for sliding it into my askbox cause oh my god, this really made me excited to write!

I will try my best to keep it GN!

I hope you enjoy and that I've done your request justice

My askbox is always open if you have any other requests, questions etc. so pop on over when you have time (^---^.)

Without further ado, your request!

Kokushibou being teased + flirted with by S/O- Headcannons:

Ya know the dudes who are deadpan but turn a bright red when their girlfriends do anything that counts as cute and/or flirty? yeah, thats Kokushibou and you

Very confused but doesn't show it - especially the first couple of times you tease and flirt with him

You literally turned around to him one day and told him how beautiful he was and it caused him to malfunction - eyes blinking rapidly as his mouth opens and closes like a fish and a feint blush coats his face (all the way to his ears)

It's been down hill for him ever since.....

First time you flirted with him it actually made him flustered - the line was rather simply too, "Your hand look lonely Kokushibou, can i hold it for you?" - so much so that he closed his eyes and sighed, offering you his empty hand to hold

You sometimes hold out your hand, patiently waiting for him to notice, and when he gives it to you kokushibou blushes a firey red/pink as you place soft kisses on his knuckles and palm

You once hit him up with a "You want to go outside? Cause you just took my breath away" and he stood there frozen

You always made sure to ask him about himself and were so sincere with your interest in him as a person

It just took him awhile to get used too your words and antics

Especially such.... bold and forward words of love

His favourite are the cheesy pick-up lines that you use - not that he'd ever tell you that...

The one that stands out most in his mind was when you turned around to him, totally straight faced and said "if you were a chicken, you'd be im-peck-able"

Pauses in his activity when you touch him - on his shoulders, arms, hands, face or legs

When your hand brushes against his, Kokushibou blushes subtly - you can always tell by his ears

You blow him kisses from across the room

You wink at him

You leave him notes and poems of your devotion to him, his beauty and your love for him

You knock shoulders and each brush sends a rippling affection down his spine

Sometimes you'll knock your head against his back and chest

Kokushibou actually purrs - fucking purrs a rumbling noise of content - when you call him by a nick name, koku or kushi

You tease him about how hard he blushes - "Aw Koku baby," You coo with a sweet smile "Whats got you all red?"

[atelierlili]

What's your headcanon for Katniss and Peeta's children?

How old was Katniss when give birth to their daughter?

How many years apart between them in age?

Your headcanon for their name?

Who gets the singing and art skill from their parent?

Bonus question : please give recs of your fav everlark post-Mockingjay fanfic.

Thank you :)

@curiousthg

You’ve made a grave mistake because I have so much to say and some art as well(becuase I’m so sane for them I swear)

So I’ve always headcannon that Katniss had her first baby in her late twenties-early thirties. In my head the 5, 10, 15 years go like this. Year 5: Katniss is open to the idea of children now. The games are done, but is Panem really safe yet? Is she ready yet. No, not really. Year 10: okay, Katniss feels safer and braver now. If it happens it happens. They won’t actively try for it and will let nature take its course. Year 15: Toast boy and girl are born within a 5-ish year time span.

Katniss names the girl Marigold for the golden flowers that Peeta planted next Katniss’ Primroses. Marigolds represent warmth, creativity, joy and good luck, but they were also given away during times of grief as a gesture of kindness and solidarity as the flower’s vibrant colours helped ease the pain of grief. Gold is also the colour that represents the bond between the district 12 team that comprised of Peeta, Katniss, Effie, Haymitch, Portia & Cinna. So it’s also carries some sentimental weight as without them and their bonds, this little girl wouldn’t have been born. Of course, Peeta calls the girl Muffin. Because she’s his little muffin. His little cupcake. It’s not until Effie decides that Mary is too bland a nickname for her favorite niece that we get the girl’s most used nickname- Muffy.

Muffy is a bundle of joy to their lives. And Katniss loves being a mother more than she’d thought. Having Muffy made Katniss yearn for the mini Peeta she dreamt of on a beach in the QQ.

Toastboy pops out about three and a half years later. The age gap is so close to be about the same as Katniss and Prim’s that it makes her heart squeeze again. His name is Cress, after Watercress (wait plz don’t leave), the aquatic plant that can be found in bunches at Katniss’ special lake. They are a highly nutritious plant to eat and is said to believe to have medicinal uses like treating swelling and fevers. The name is also a small nod to Annie Cresta and Finnick because of the water connection. His curly blonde hair gets him the nickname Goldilocks from Johanna.

Both children are highly artistic and connected to nature, Katniss teaches them both to hunt, but the kiddos don’t like it as much because they don’t like to hurt animals. It hurts Katniss a little bit, but she’s glad that bloodshed and violence (even to survive) aren’t a daily part of their lives.

Muffy is a performer. She’s definitely daddy’s little girl because she loves to yap. She could yap all day and still find something to talk about. She grows up loving to dance and then wanting to sing and dance- the dreams of making it big in the Capitol as a actress. (To Katniss’ complete and under horror) She’ll definitely develope some complex when it comes to being the Mockingjay’s daughter. Especially when she starts getting movie offers to play her Mom, even when after she tries going out of her way to distance herself from Katniss by going under a different stage name.

Cress is very much not Muffy. He’s a quiet little guy who follows after his big sister like a little duckling. He’s the only one who doesn’t get tired of her yapping and genuinely listens to her. Peeta and Katniss were a little worried when they started noticing that he wasn’t speaking for a while. They go to doctors and they can never find what’s causing this speech delay, but one day he starts talking at the age of 2, and he has the softest most sweetest voice in the world. He’s a very quiet and observant kid, that gets into more trouble than you’d think. While Peeta’s art is very imagery and emotionally (and politically) focused, Cress’s art is not. He’s super talented with a pencil and really skilled at realistic/technical drawings that he’d probably go an illustrate diagrams for scientific textbooks on nature and stuff. Growing up, he probably feels like his art work is too cold and unfeeling compared to Peeta’s splash of life. But in reality, the difference between they art styles are indicative of how they see and filter the world through their art.

Anyway, this is taking waaay to long so here is some early concept art of the toast babies. I’m still messing around with the tones and hues of their design, so none of this is final. I’m probs gonna switch Cress’s skin tone to a more golden undertone as opposed to Katniss’s reddish one to match his hair color, which might get a tad darker (or lighter tbh. In the books Peeta’s an ashy blonde) Meanwhile maybe I’ll give Muffy the redder undertone? There’s something off bout her that I need to keep experimenting with. She screams Movie Katniss baby, not Book Katniss Baby, but maybe that’s only because Jen has blue eyes.

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

I LOOOOVE Ur Alfie fics. Could u do just general headcannons about being married and starting a family with him? ❤️

Hi bb!!! Im so glad you like them! I hope you enjoy these HCs, I know I kind of went overboard! Maybe I’ll do a continuation?? Maybe I’ll focus on different aspect of life with him? Idk we’ll workshop it. As always, sending all my love 💕💕💕

Married Life with Alfie Solomons - HCs

In planning the wedding, you initially were planning on a small wedding. Nothing too extravagant, just close family and a party at the house.

That’s what you planned anyway. It grew and grew with every family member that “HAD to come treacle!” Both of your families are rather large and extended. Mixed with business associates that had to be invited for sake of peace… it exploded into a 200 person affair.

Despite the fact that Alfie prefers to not be disturbed, it ended up being a grand affair. Drinks flowed. Laughter was raucous. The dancing never stopped! And there were only 3 fights, which Alfie involved himself in only 2 of them. Needless to say, it went rather well!

But your favorite part of the night above all was when you got home. Still giggling and warm from the party, you’re pulled into the parlor by your darling Alfie. Shirt half done, and hair a disaster, he looks so so handsome. His eyes so soft, he puts on the radio, bringing you in close to him, “Mrs. Solomons… would you give an old man a dance?”

And you do. Song after song, twirling around the parlor, enjoying the life that had a new layer of meaning.

Despite Alfie’s insistence that you shouldn’t keep working because, “No love of mine should be lifting a finger.” You kept your job at the distillery as his secretary and head of the jewelry shop. You insisted to Alfie that keeping your job that still made you feel like your own person, not just Alfie’s spouse.

There was something so intimate and special in waking up every morning with him, walking to the office with him, going through the work day, and coming home with him. If Alfie was clingy before, it had only grown worse since your nuptials. He loved having you near. He never wanted you away from his side.

Though the mornings were sweet, the evenings were by far your favorite with Alfie. Coming home, drawing the curtains closed to hide away in your own little oasis of solitude and quiet.

Instead of leaving you to do all the cooking and cleaning for the evening meal like other men of the time, Alfie stays wrapped close to your apron strings. As you craft a soul warming meal, he stays chopping and cutting, washing up the dishes as you go to ensure that the evening is free of any impediments.

Alfie takes Shabbat incredibly seriously. He is on a strict schedule on those days, and actually forbids you from working on Fridays, to let you prepare anything needed for the Sabbath. Many times your family joins you in your home, and Alfie takes the lead in prayers. Though you didn't think it was possible, your heart grows with adoration each time you watch him quietly go through the ritual. Watching his devotion and care to the faith and your people's history reminds you of the type of man he his.

Marriage with Alfie does not come without some arguments. It is Alfie Solomons. Both of you stubborn and passionate, it’s what makes you a formidable force together, but it also brings some… loud outbursts.

It usually is about whether or not he’s being wise in his decisions. But it also comes out when he thinks you’re not being careful. When a jealous flare rises up in him. Or just when he gets a little snippy.

But it doesn’t take much to make up. Once you and Alfie have let it all out, either one of you will go to the other and bridge the gap. When he’s particularly cross, all it takes is for you to find him in his favorite chair. Lean over the back of it, draping your arms across his neck. “I’m so sorry Alfie,” you whisper in his ear, a particular weakness, “I know you’re just looking out for me. Forgive me?” A few kisses in his neck and he’ll be dragging you into his lap, grumbling about how much of a vicious siren you are.

When you’re cross… Alfie pulls out all the theatrics. He comes to your room where you’ve holed up, seething. He gets on his knees, taking your hand in his, “Awe treacle… have pity on an old man. I’m sorry my love, I am. Don’t punish me too harshly now! Please give you husband a kiss yeah? This life is so short! Let’s not go to bed angry my love!”

And of course you forgive him. How can you not when he kisses you so sweetly, and begs so beautifully.

It will be a few years before you and Alfie have children. Alfie was worried that he wouldn’t be a good father due to his age, but in his heart of hearts he wanted little ones. He yearned to play with the kids on the floor with the dogs. To swing them around in the garden. Watch you be an incredible mother. Though he was afraid, you knew he would be the perfect father.

Once you both confessed your mutual desire for kids, it happened shockingly quickly. But is anyone really shocked? Alfie is determined and disciplined above all else.

Once you do get pregnant, Alfie does put his foot down. You are not coming into the office. It is far too dangerous for you to be coming in around all 'that business'. And Alfie heard from someone (he made it up) that working isn't good for birthing or babies.

He benches you for the entire pregnancy, and brings his former housekeeper Sarah out of retirement to help tend to you.

Every night Alfie would come home with something new for you. Brilliant and fragrant flowers. A sweet from the bakery. A new necklace or bracelet that you just had to have. "Growing a baby is hard work love! Especially with my kids! Big ol brutes growing in there eh?"

Whenever you became shy or uncomfortable about your changing body, Alfie would just croon in your ear, "Oh my love, you are absolutely radiant. An angel from God yeah? No no, a goddess. You're an absolute goddess yeah?" He'll rub your swollen feet as you cry, kissing your ankles as you release your stress and worries about the day.

As you can imagine... naming the baby (or babies as he liked to remind you of the possibility) was an incredible ordeal. No name was suitable.

"No no, he'll get hit. If I knew a little boy with that name in school, I would decimate him." "Now treacle that doesn't even sound good with Solomons!" "Mmm no. I don't like the meaning of the name. Not a good omen." "Can't do that name. I killed a man with that name."

After six days!! You both are able to come to an agreement. Joseph for a boy. Chava, after his mother. In the evenings, Alfie takes to reading to the baby, referring to them by both names. "Alfie dearest, there's only one in there!" "No no treacle. I know they're both in there. You may only feel one, but that's because Joseph is just a little shy ain't you my boy? Chava is going to be a little spitfire, just like her mum. They're in there, I know they are."

At night, Alfie pulls you to his side as he always does, with a protective hand splayed over your swollen belly. It's getting harder for you to sleep at night, so many times you lie awake, staring at your husband, running your own hand over your stomach, feeling the kicks and turns.

The prospect of twins is near impossible. But Alfie... he is so certain. And sometimes... sometimes you feel an extra flutter. An extra bit of energy that is almost missed.

The labor is hard. Long. Your mother comes to help along with Sarah and the midwife, and you had never felt pains like that before. Despite Sarah's admonishment, Alfie pushes himself into the room, wanting to be right next to you the entire time. He never leaves your side, brushing the sweat off your brow, kissing your head, reminding you how strong you are.

After 12 hours of labor, Joseph finally makes his appearance in the world. A large baby, with fat cheeks and long limbs. After a few announcing cries, Joseph settles into the arms of his father, fast asleep after his long journey. Alfie rejoices with you, holding up his son with joy, "Joseph! My boy! Welcome my son!"

You smile, a final sense of relief washing over you, until you feel another push coming.

7 minutes later, Chava comes careening into Earth, as loud as the choirs of heaven. Alfie catches Chava, marveling at how such a little body can produce such a sound. As Alfie cleans her face he just whispers, "This one... she will be an opera star."

Alfie joins you in bed once everything is settled. You spend the rest of the evening in and out of sleep. When awake you and Alfie just take turns holding the babies, marveling in how precious they are. How absolutely beautiful they are. While you sleep, Alfie walks around the house with both in his arms, just talking to them.

“Now you might not know this yet my angels… but you have the absolute best mother in the world. No I know, I don’t know how I got to marry her. But she is perfect. The best. We gotta protect her yeah?”

Alfie is the one who gets up in the night. Doesn’t want you to do more than you have to. And you’re already doing so much. Plus, he feels like he missed so much already, waiting till he was older to have a family and all. He doesn’t want to miss a single moment.

Alfie becomes even more soft and tender with you. Each morning he starts his day worshipping you almost. Telling you how much he loves you, how much he loves your children, how much he would give to protect you.

But he does become more paranoid about the dangers surrounding him. There’s two men posted at the door of the house at all times now, and you aren’t to go anywhere without either him or another trusted member of the gang. Though you fought him on it at first, you relented when you saw the palpable fear in his eyes.

He loves to show off the kids. He’s just so proud. He loves how much they look like you. “Better for them eh treacle? Glad they got the more beautiful out of the two.”

And while they did favor your features, they both carried Alfie’s eyes. Both gentle Joseph and powerful Chava carry that roaring ocean behind those dark lashes that brought you to Alfie all those years ago.

As the years go by, you only grow to love each other more and more. And every risk and every trial is worth the beautiful dream you get to have with Alfie.

[lovelykil]

OK OKAY LISTEN TO THIS LISTEN TO MY WORD being friends with the main 4 but they give you princess treatment headcannons😋 😋🤭

─Headcanons─

main 4 x reader older ver.

hc; princess treatment from the main 4

cw; none ⤵

Out of all of them I think we all know who would be most caring and gently with you

kyle, duhh

or kenny 🤔

anyway

Being the only girl in the group it's kinda rough probably even humiliating but it's okay Kyle does his best to treat you well, helping with homework, buying you lunch, driving you anywhere you need to go, and making sure he listens to EVERY detail of the gossip you found out.

Basically like a boyfriend but just friends and no kissing 💁🏾‍♀️

I mean he still rips on you time to time, you're friends with those main 4 obviously but it's to a minimum.

If you just broke up with your boyfriend or girlfriend he's totally like "girl WHAATT, WHAT HAPPENED?"

then once you explain all in tears, snot coming from your leaky nose he brings you close gently rubs your back.

"awh it's okay, you'll be fine I didn't like them anyway.. wanna get ice cream and watch horribly made romance movies?"

you sniffled, nodding and leaning away from him. "Yeah.. I wanna do that.."

"Alright I'll get more tissues to clean you up, you are a hot mess right now."

"I JUST GOT DUMPED, OBVIOUSLY IM GONNA–"

"Tissues..right!"

He's like a mom lowkey when it comes to you

Okay I'm gonna say it right here and now cartman does not give two SHITS for or about you so don't expect much from him

I mean sometimes really random times he'll ask if you want to go get drinks and maybe get your nails done... but very rarely..

"hey fag, wanna go to the mall and.. like buy stuff, maybe get our nails done too?"

"cartman that's like hella faggy.. of course I wanna do that."

You guys go to the mall, look around shop a little here and there (with your eyes) since bro was NOT finna pay for your broke ass 😭😭😭

Jk he DID buy you like a jacket you wanted, only because it looked good on him so he was just like "what the hell?" And bought you it

but just so he can steal it from you

LMAO

He did spoil you with the pedicure though at least 🤷🏾‍♀️

hmm okay stan is soo silly

bro doesn't really care much

you wanna go get drinks, got chu

get wasted on a random Wednesday night? He'll sneak over with boos

you want his shirts to wear cause you think they are cool?

gives you some and some more just for the hell of it

you guys totally match on some days

pretty chill tbh, gives you mostly anything you want he's like the chill dad just drinks all the time

Cannot say the same to Kenny though 🤕

Doesn't have any money so he can't spend much going anywhere with you

But princess treatment isn't all about money sometimes!!!11!!!!

As your friend that's a GUYY he listens carefully to the things you complain about time to time, probably pitching in some things to fix your problems too.

I'd say he likes to braid your hair as you rant off

Take you on walks just to hang out

build some Legos together that he saved up with you 😭😭😭

Quality time is his specialty fr

[ferg0s]

heyy! just wanna start off by saying that I love your works!!

ideas for short requests that you asked for:

finding out that their s/o:

- is hyper flexible

- is a horrible singer

- is a good cook

- can speak many languages

got these off the top of my head so feel free to do this for whatever fandom you’d like!! (these may be more like headcannons but ehh)

have a good day/night!

old habits die hard so im gonna be doing the GOM from knb :(

Aomine:

Aomines version of a perfect night was going to his favourite park and playing basketball until his feet melted into the concrete of the court. It was what kept his head clear, tired him out after a long day of feeling restless and gave him an excuse to impress his new girlfriend. He was like a child showing you how fast they can run, thinking that was the epitome of strength. He'd drag you out to the court, begging and pleading with the same phrase; 'only one game, i promise - ill get you ice cream after'. Which you had come to learn was a lie. You would be there until he had dunked on you at least 35 times.

Again, you found yourself acorss the court from him. He had decided to be gracious today and agreed to a half court game. Dribbling the ball in his hands, alternating it between his legs, he gave you a smirk. You had been getting better, due to the involuntary lessons you got by playing with him, and he had decided to get a little more serious with you in that regard.

"You sure?" He says, a smirk on his face. You roll your eyes and get ready to defend the ball from going into the net behind you. Bending your knees and putting out your hands - like he had taught you. "Shut up and move already-" you reply back.

He did tend to get carried away from time to time, apologizing by letting you get a point in after. Which is why your games mostly ended in ties. It was just natural for him to be competitive, and better than you. He moved forward, faster than you could react, his eyes mapping out a perfect set up for a shot. In the split second it took you to register what was happening, you panciked and moved without thinking, side stepping infrot of him - but he had already accounted for that. Any experienced player would know that getting so close would cause a collosion and a subsequent foul - but how could you know? It seemed to happen in slow motion, watching his body get closer to you as his elbow got closer and closer to your face. In a last ditch effort, you began to lower your head. He saw the same unfolding infront of him, not being able to stop the flow of his body mid move. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the feeling of your nose against the tip of his elbow, thinking of ways he would apologize to you afterwards. Did he even have enough money for that? What if he didnt? Whats the cheaptest item at that stupid hello kitty store you like? Fuck - none of them were cheap!

His body came to a hault, finally stopping. He began to frantically look around, trying to find where you had landed while ignoring the pain - wait, there was no pain. He waited for the pain to travel up his arm bone from the tip of his elbow, but nothing happened. Did you manage to back away in time, or was his tolerance for pain just that strong?

"Help me up!"

He looked down, his eyes meeting yours. It took a good minute of him looking at you to figure out what had happened. His eyes travelled down your face and to your legs - both of them in a perfect line spread out. You had done the splits last second to avoid being knocked over by him.

"Help me up, jackass!"

He puts the ball in one hand, resting it on his hip as he aside reached down to grab your hand, helping you stand back up. "Are you okay?" He asks. "Yeah-" you say as you bend down to dust off your pants, "I used to do gymnastics when i was a kid - guess i still had it in me," you chuckle as you straighen back up. He stares at you for a second as the words process in his mind, a smirk slolwy forming when the words finally set in.

~

"-yeah, thats so cute," he says, dejected and unamused, as you hold up another overpriced toy infornt of him. He should have known this would happen - you weren't the type to not call out his bullshit. He should have known better than to make that stupid comment after helping you up, now being forced to fund another trip to that stupid store as punishment.

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Midorima:

If his horoscope told him to travel to Egypt and open a stall in a bazaar, just so he would get his luck for the day, he would. Without question. You had learned to accept his little quirk very early on. Red brought bad luck today? You would walk 30 minutes with him becuase the bus seats had a hint of red in them. Red was goodluck today? You would spend an extra 30 minutes waiting for the next bus because that one had red stripes on the chairs. It was a never ending cycle of how your life could be more difficult than the previous day.

Todays horoscope? Avoid unpleasent sounds. Sometimes, the horoscopes worked in your favour. Making an impromptu date for you and him. His idea was to spend the day having a picnic a nearby park close to a zen garden, saying the gongs they chimed at every hour would bring goodluck. You suggested a karaoke bar, saying music was the opposite of unpleasent sounds.

"You're right-" he said, squinting his eyes as if he's made a scientific breakthough. You didn't need to tell him twice, before you could evern suggest a place to go, he had your hand and was dragging you out with him.

You saw it as a cute date with your boyfriend, whereas he was treating it like a life or death matter. He paid extra for the privacy booth, with better sound proofed walls which was away from the main area. "I do not need other people's voices giving me bad luck-" he stated as he took out the extra yen for the upgrade. Once he had paid, he rushed to get in the booth, trying to cover his ears as he walked past the other people singing, you following behind him, trying not to laugh at the sight.

"What should we put on?" You ask as you begin to shuffle through the cataloge of music. He shrugged. "Something pleasant," he replied, looking at the screen as he watched you go by each song. "Micheal Jackson-" He suddenly stated. You turn to him, confused as to why he picked Micheal Jackson of all people. "He's a virgo. Virgos and Cancer are supposeded to be very compatible today-" he stated, looking at you if that information was as obvious as the sky was blue. "okay-" you sigh, "Micheal Jackson it is-"

~

Though he told himself he wouldn't do it, he would often look at his and your sign compatibly of the day. Something he felt guilty about because he didn't want that to dictate his feelings towards you. For the most part, they were very compatible. Enough to where he stopped checking that section of the cataloge a majority of the time. But today he checked it - out of curiosity more than anything. He tried to ignore the words written today as he was walking with you to the karaoke bar. He figured that there was a double meaning to it, he hadn'r read in between the lines or maybe he had read the wrong one entirely.

He didn't want to belive that your sign would cause his sign a great deal of pain today as it was stated.

But as he sat in the booth, mic lowered in his lap, eyes glued on you as you passionately sang the lyrics that were displayed on the screen, he realized that the horoscope was right. It was like listening to nails on a chalkboard, a dying cat, a screaming baby and garbage disposal all at once. Oh god, it was horrible. And it seemed to get worse the more passionate you got. In his pursuit to get away from unpleasent noises, he had trapped himself with it. Paradoxical.

In that moment, as you sang the lyrics of 'Bad' by Micheal Jackson, repeating the phrase 'i'm bad', he resisted thr urge to say 'yes, you are'.

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Kagami:

Despite his athletic abilities and accomplishments, Kagami belonged in the kitchen. With the 'kiss the cook' apron you had gotten him for his birthday that he adored, and a spatula in his hand. In another life, he would be cooking with the greats like Gordon Ramsey, but he was stuck being his dumb culinary gifted self. His love language was cooking - as shown by the meals he would make for you, and the weight you had gained.

"I don't want people to think I starve you," he had replied to your remark about your weight gain. When you tried to explain that you wanted to cut back , he looked at you terrified. "Is my cooking bad?" He asked worried, mentally trying to figure out where he had gone wrong and what he had to fix. Too much salt, too little maybe? He couldn't comprehend why you wouldn't want to eat what he made for you, not after all the hours he spent making a separate protion for you to your taste preferences. Less spice, more spice, more sugar - you name it. You wanted vegetarian? He would make the same dish, but a separate vegetarian verison for you.

So when he had walked in on you in the kicthen after he came back from practice, he was surprised to see you wearing his apron, eyes glued to one of hs recipe books as you mumbled the ingredients and steps written in it. He put his gear down and walked towards you. "What are you doing?" He asked. You look up, not realizing that he had come back. "Oh-" you had the look of a child getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to. "Nothing - i just wanted to make dinner tonight," you smile, "My treat tonight - you told me how hard practice has been getting so I wanted you to rest,"

Kagami had always been the one to cook, especially after practice, it was his way of winding down. It was his therpay. He tried to think of the last time you had cooked... realzing you had never. You usually were his assistant anytime you were in the kicthen. Always just chopping whatever he needed or getting whatever utensil he needed at the moment. As much as he wanted to tell you he had been thinking about the new roast beef recipe he saw online all pratice, he sighed, giving you a smile. "I'd love that-" he said, trying to hide hwo his heart fluttred at the thought of you doing something like this for him. He was used to being the one cooking, to be cooked for had his stomach doing flips.

But the once cute thought of you moving around the kitchen making something for him turned sour when he saw you actually cooking. He was a very by the books person, measuring everything down to a tee, using proper measureing tools to do so. He was sitting on the kicthen island, ready to step in when you needed help - but at that moment he was trying his hardest not to jump up and hand you a measuring spoon.

"How much is a 1/2 cups?" You ask as you glance up from the cooking book and to him. "Half a cup... from the measuring cup," he replied. But his answer fell on deaf ears as you grabbed the carten of heavy cream and began to pour it directly into the pot. Stopping to examine the amount, and adding a bit more. 2 teaspoons of salt, you just began to haphazardly put salt in, testing some of the pasta sause on a spoon, before adding more.

"Are you following the recipe?" he asked, trying not to sounc condecending as he forced a smile on his face. "Of course-" You scoff as you stir the pot. It seemed like you were taking the recipe as a suggestion more than a step by step instruction on how to make teh dish. Making up your own protions, not even bothering to step near the drawer with the measuing tools. He wouldn't admit it, but he had a micromanaging problem. Especially when it came to cooking. He would turn into a back seat driver, only for cooking, when someone else even thought about stepping near a heated surface. In an attempt to control himself as to not break your heart, he excused himself to go take a shower. Hoping that the nightmare would be over by the time he came out, preparing himself to put on a fake smile and eat all of what you had made, hoping there were leftovers in the fridge from the night before.

Sitting at the dinning table, he watched you bring in the plate of creamy garlic pasta. One of his favourite dishes. It smelled good, but most pasta was deceiving when it came to smell. The presentation was good. You sit down acorss from him, waiting for him to take a biite. He looked at the food, trying to mentally prepare his stomach for whatever concoction you had made him. He grabbed the fork, taking a hefty amount -only to make you happy - lifting it up and giving you a smile. "Bon appetite," He said, his voice a little uncertain. He looked at the food again, bringing it to his mouth, closing his eyes to brace himself for the taste. He put the fork in his mouth, not knowing what to expect.

"Oh my god-" he said, his eyes wide as he chewed the pasta. He looked shocked, as if he hadn't expected the taste. You stiffen up, a look of worry washing over your face. "Is it bad?" You frown. He looked at you, still chewing. "This is fucking delicious!" He said, mouth still full as he chewed.

And it had been. Better than his own. He didn't realize how hungry he was until he had swallowed the first bite. It was perfect, the perfect balance of all the flavours. He practically inhaled the entire pot you had made, leaving none for you.

It had taken him years to perfect his craft, years of failed and disgusting dinners in order to get him to where he was. But he figured some people were born with it. The way you would just measure with a glance, judge based off taste alone, and never doubted yourself when you carelessly added spices. Using the recipe books as a friendly suggestion while he read it like the gospel.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a littlr jealous of your talent.

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Kise:

Given his job, he travelled a lot. He prided himself in the fact that he had visisted so many countries, often bragging that he had picked up on some of the languages, self proclaming himself as a polyglot. Often showing off the minor phrases he had learned from the various countires he had visited. He knew it added to his charm, a good looking man such as himself complimenting a girl in a varity of languages.

Though his pronunciation was terrible, and the words he said often didn't grammatical make sense in that language, no one corrected him on the account that they didnt know the language and didnt know what the fuck he was saying. And he took every opportunity to show off his talent - if you could call it that.

Arriving in Dubai for a shoot, with you next to him, he knew this was the perfect opportunity to not only spoil you but to also woo you off your feet with his arabic. Though most of the people you two encountred spoke to you in english, he still used every opportunity to sneak in a little arabic in the conversation. Earning a polite nod from the person he was talking to, who was trying to figure out what he had just said, but he was too engrossed in his act to notice that.

He tried to steady himself as he stood barefoot in the sand, trying to hold the reign of the horse next to him, but the sweat forming in his hand made the leather slippery. They had been out in the sun for hours, and the ecessive clothes he had on did not help. He had hoped that they would have atleast put him something topless. The horse next to him neighed loudly, trying to move, making him break his pose. The photographer yelled for a break, instructing the horses caretaker to calm it down, giving them a few minutes rest. You walk up to him, with a small towel in hand. "You look good-" you say as you hold it out for him. He takes the towel and wipes his hands. "Its hot as hell-" he groaned. "I think I might faint fron dehydration-" and it was true. Though the clothes didnt show it, he had been sweating like crazy from standing in the sun for so long. He looks around, hoping to find someone to ask for some water. One of the assistants walk past him, holding a bottle of water. He turned to you. "Can you get me a water, please?" he asked. You look over to the man he was looking at, noticing the bottle aswell. "I don't know where they put them-" "Its okay-" he smiled. Time to impress you, once again.

He called out to the man in broken arabic. The man only looking because he heard him speak. Kise began to - try to anyways - ask him for a bottle of water. His pronunciation sounding better in his head. But he got the message across.

"water-" was the only semi coherent thing he was saying.

The man, after listening to him repeat this sentence a few times, replued back, asking if he wanted water. But it confused kise, it didn't sound like the arabic he was used to. The little arabic he did understand. He was about to just flat out ask in english, until you spoke up.

"Can you bring us two waters please?"

The man nodded, walkming away to where they had moved the water. Kise looked at you, confused. You look over at him. "Different dialect, im guessing Moroccan," you say casually, "I'm guessing that why he didn't understand you."

"Since when do you know arabic?" Kise asked, shocked at the sudden revalation. "I went to school with a lot of Arabs-" you shrug. "And you never told me?" He asked. You just shrugged. "I dont know much anyways-"

Which he came to find out was a flat out lie.

The entire trip consisted of him watching you effortlessly communicate with the locals, often stepping in to say what he was trying to say.

On the airport back, he let out a scoff while smiling. "I can't believe you never told me-" he said as he looked at you. "Didn't think it was that interesting," you shrug. Arriving at the check in counter, he hands your tickects and passports to the man behind the counter. The man accidentally ripped the edges of one of the tikcets, mumbling to himself as looked down at the rip. You reply back to the man, who seemed to perk up when he realized that you understood him. A sight that Kise had gone used to, the locals seeming impressed when you spoke the language - and though you didn't admit it - very fluently.

He smiled as you, taking pride in the fact that you sounded so beautiful when you spoke. The man and you talked for a bit, waving him goodbye when he had checked you in. Making your way to teh first class lounge, Kise turned to you. "What dialect was that? I didn't recognize it," he asked. "Oh that wasn't arabic. He spoke Dari-" you replied.

Kise froze. "what?" he asked confused. you stop and turn back to him. "Persian," you say, "Now c'mon, im starving, i want something to eat."

The whole flight back consisted of Kise asking you how many other languages you knew. Wondering how linguistically confused your kids would be groiwng up.

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kise definitely yells Free Palestine on da top of his lungs. and i lub him for that.