#perhaps it's the teacher in him ^__^ ♡ so cute

[lumibye]

hi nimue ! i hope you didn't mind me stopping by..

silly thing i often wonder whenever i see you in my notifs: does augustine ever speak to you in french ? does he have any cute french petnames for you ? apologies for the random ask, he's my favorite prof. so it makes me happy to see your ship and i want to know more !! 🫶

hello dear mischaa ^o^ ♡ i hope your weeks been going well ! you're always more than welcome to stop by , it's lovely to see youuu ♡

this is a really cute question ; he does a little bit ! it's dabbled into conversation here & there , i like to imagine he gets a bit of a kick out of a non local / non fluent speakers reactions & having to translate or clarify >_< he's always surrounded by people who are rather fluent , so the novelty of kalosians charm is lost a little i think ( considering adores the language & had to learn it and whatnot i suppose <//3 ) . . mon cheri / mon cœur are among the more frequently used and perhaps there's another pet name somewhere in the mix but im a little shy to put it here ♡ i get so flustered thinking abt it thoughh

[slcmml]

teacher! charlie & reader. fluff.

i don’t know who agrees with me on this, but i’ve been onto math teacher! charlie & english teacher! reader since dinosaurs went extinct..

♡ i’m thinking a middle school setting.. eighth grade, perhaps. you’re across the hall from each other, but don’t talk too often. not much apart from the shy waves in the morning and small talk while waiting outside of your classrooms to greet your students.

♡ well, that was until charlie started having computer issues. now, don’t get me wrong, he’s a very intelligent man! but he fucking hates these school issued chromebooks they’ve handed out to students.

♡ he usually assigns most work on paper since it’s math, but the school asked for him to start using ixl or fucking khan academy, i don’t know. something online that students can access in case they lose their papers.

♡ but you? you used chromebooks all the time! you weren’t cruel enough to make your students write their papers by hand!

♡ none of charlie’s students could figure out what was wrong with the chromebooks, and neither could he, so he went across the hall to get some help (all embarrassed too.. so cute).

“hi! sorry to interrupt, but i’m having trouble getting my students chromebooks to work? do you think you could help?”

♡ of course, being a nice person, you invite him into your classroom and happily help the man. you explain to him why it was broken and how to fix it etc (he wasn’t listening btw, was staring at you the entire time, he thinks you’re so beautiful).

♡ and after that interaction, charlie tries to talk to you more. (YOU’RE SOOOOO BEAUTIFUL HE JUST WANTS TO BE AROUND YOU) in the break room, he’ll ask how your classes are going, and at lunch, he’ll stop by to see what you’re doing, and even at the end of the day, he’ll check up on you to make sure you don’t stay at the school too late.

♡ his students do not fail to notice this. in fact, they encourage it. “but mr dalgeish, my chomebook is broken! can you please ask them to fix it? i want to finish my work so i don’t have to do it at home!” how could he turn down an opportunity to see you?

♡ he tells his class to keep a low volume while he leaves the room for a moment, walking over to your classroom with his student’s chromebook before knocking.

“hello. sorry, again, for interrupting. i’m not quite sure what’s wrong with this chromebook… could you help?” “oh, don’t worry about it! of course i’ll help!”

♡ you start to take a liking to mr dalgeish too.. he’s quite cute, isn’t he? :) he seems so nervous to talk to you outside of the routine good mornings, which you adore.

“so, uh, how was your weekend?” “it was nice! i got to relax and not worry about grading, so what more could i ask for?” “haha, yeah, i, uh, i agree!”

♡ your students probably get so sick of you both. smiling at him while he stumbles over his words like an idiot. one of his students probably try to stage a note, but it’s so obvious that it’s from said student LMAO.

‘dear beautiful english teacher please date me - mr d’

♡ you put a note on his desk with the note from the student attached.

‘so mr d, do you know what this is about?’

♡ oh GOD. he’s so embarrassed. he spends THIRTY minutes of class lecturing them on how that was unprofessional and inappropriate.

♡ talks to you at some point during lunch break.

“i’m so sorry about them—they can get really out of hand and they really like to meddle in other people’s business which is an entirely different conversation—” “charlie, it’s fine.” “i-it’s fine? ‘charlie’?” “oh, is that okay? i mean, i thought—” “no, no, no, it’s more than okay. i like it.” JUST KISS ALREADY.

♡ so. much. fucking. tension. YOU’RE BOTH TEETERING ON FRIENDS/MORE THAN FRIENDS AND IT ANNOYS EVERYONE.

♡ i can assure you right now, if you or charlie don’t make a move, your students or even a fucking coworker will do it for you. (enter: teacher! jschlatt and teacher! ted nivison)

© slcmml

[suiana]

Can we have more Nerd hcs

sure! :)

✎ yandere! nerd headcanons PT.2 . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, slight nsfw, stalking, delusional yandere, mentions of baby trapping etc.

(afab! reader x male yandere! oc)

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✎ yandere! nerd who lets you cheat off him during tests. he just wants to be useful to you!

✎ yandere! nerd who is absolutely adored by the teachers and takes full advantage of this. they can't say no when their favourite student asks them to ignore you stumbling into class with slime sticking onto your skin!

✎ yandere! nerd who lets you tease him as much as you want. like yes?? tell him about all of your darkest desires?? please??

✎ yandere! nerd who has a surprising amount of strength despite his skinny body. oh, how he wants to push you up against the library walls and make out with you.

✎ yandere! nerd who is so utterly confused when you finally ask him out. like huh? weren't you guys already dating?

✎ yandere! nerd who cages you between his arms when he finally gets enough of your teasing. you keep teasing him yet you don't do anything after that despite his whines and pleas for you to do something! are you asking for a punishment?

✎ yandere! nerd who is desperate to find ways to legally bind you to him. should he just cum in you every day? if things go right you guys would even be a cute little family!

✎ yandere! nerd who just can't stand the thought of you leaving him. you're just so beautiful and he's just...him. maybe this drug would do the trick.

✎ yandere! nerd who can now take your items without you getting mad. perhaps he should show you his shrine that he made for you.

✎ "baby, oh baby, I love you so much. don't you dare leave me ♡"

[dawn-moths]

"40 — Love"

Nanami Kento x Female Reader

word count: 3,700+

(After watching Nanami and Gojo’s tennis matches for so long, you decide you want to try your hand at the game. Luckily, you just so happen to have access to the perfect teacher.)

disclaimer/content warning: nothing explicit but still some suggestive content, minors please dni! set in my i’ll be your angel au (sugar daddy nanami), use of the word “daddy”, reader is called “angel, baby, sweetheart, princess”, size difference, jealous gojo satoru. 

*ao3 mirror*

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The early summer’s evening sun beat down against the tennis court, the first gentle shades of what would eventually morph into a blazing sunset blanketing over you from where you lounged beneath the partial shade of an umbrella, the diamonds studding your ears and wrapped around your wrist winking in the soft amber light. Every movement you made caught Nanami’s eye, little glittering flashes of the newest jewels he’d gifted you distracting him like a magpie eagerly searching for a fresh sparkling trinket.

But he kept forcing himself to avert his gaze, umber eyes hidden beneath the lenses of his sunglasses as he trained his stare on his opponent. Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, was somewhat reveling in Nanami’s distraction. Perhaps now he might actually stand a chance at scoring a point against the blonde.

Satoru figured it would be hard for him to take his own eyes off of you, if you’d been visible from his side of the court. But, as was Nanami’s preference, Gojo’s back was facing you, though that still didn’t do much to stop him from trying to show off. If anything, it only encouraged him. Just a single glimpse of you in your sporty little baby blue skirt and crop top, the clothing hugging your sunkissed curves so deliciously it nearly had Satoru salivating despite the dryness his mouth had earned from all the recent exertion, it was enough to inspire him to give it his all on the court today, that was for certain.

Not that he ever took it easy when competing against Nanami, whether you were present or not.

And while Gojo excelled at plenty of other skills, Nanami Kento was a force to be reckoned with when there was a racket in his hands.

As Nanami sent the ball zooming past Satoru once again, earning himself another point (they weren’t keeping score, Nanami had said, just practicing, letting off some steam at the end of a long and busy day, but you’d secretly been keeping track the entire time, and so far, your Daddy was undeniably undefeated) you let out a cheer.

Nanami flicked his gaze over to you and gave a confident smirk and a thumbs up. No wonder he always won. He had the best good luck charm any man could ask for. And if Gojo thought blue was his color, today, it seemed, the shade belonged to Nanami through and through. He swept his gaze along your form, tracing from the big velvet scrunchie secured around your high ponytail all the way down to your pristine white sneakers.

He knew your favorite thing about joining your Daddy on his athletic activities was, of course, the cute outfits you got to model for him. And his favorite part, other than getting the chance to admire his favorite little cheerleader in between matches, was the fact that he’d get to take each and every article of clothing off of you later that night.

In the past, you’d participated alongside Nanami in some of his favorite physical hobbies— like golf or swimming or, like today, tennis— trying so hard to keep up with his speed and his strength and his skill. And weren’t you just so precious, thinking you could even come close to matching him? Because you couldn’t compete with him even if you wanted to. No one— not even Satoru— was a match for Nanami’s powerful tennis stroke.

You’d spent several afternoons as of late serving as a spectator, watching them play while you sat under your private little veil of shade and sipped pink lemonade, idly attempting to read through a book. But the thing about Nanami and Satoru’s tennis matches was, once the grunting and the sweat and the competition really began, you couldn’t focus on anything else. Couldn’t take your eyes off them, cold drink and paperback fiction all but forgotten as you sat up in your lounge chair, practically on the edge of your seat, leaning in as you peered over the delicate frames of your heart shaped sunglasses to watch them racing across the green top.

“Nice one!” Gojo called across to his casual-partner-turned-brutal-opponent as Nanami sent the ball back over the net in a clean, controlled arc. “But don’t forget this is—” His sentence was cut off with a growl as he hit the ball back with enough force to emit an audible crack echoing across the gardens. “A competition!”

Nanami leapt to hit the ball back in time, your breath catching when you feared he might actually miss. But at the last second, almost too fast for your eyes to keep track of, his racket sent it rushing back towards the man opposite him. Gojo dove for the ball but missed it by just a hair, the little blur of lime green slamming into the chain link fence with a shuddering rattle.

“Don’t get cocky now, Satoru!” Nanami teased, finally able to take a moment to catch his breath as Gojo went to retrieve the ball, raking a hand through tousled, sweat-streaked blonde strands. His lips cracked into an arrogant smirk, clearly not intent on taking his own advice. “Besides,” he added, lowering his voice a bit as he cast a glance your way. “You really think I’ll lose while she’s watching?”

Gojo peered over his shoulder, snowy locks damp and sticking to his temples and the back of his neck, a water bottle gripped in one hand while he used his other to fan his body with his black t-shirt. He couldn’t help but grin then too. Maybe if he had a good luck charm as perfect and pretty as you, he might actually manage to beat Nanami just once.

“Y’know, we might need to make a new rule,” Gojo suggested as he turned back to face Nanami, taking a few quick gulps of the flavored electrolytes. When he was done, he let out a satisfied sigh and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, lazily gesturing his tennis racket towards Nanami, he continued, “I could consider you bringing along your little cheerleader as cheating. Let’s see how you’d do without her around, shall we?”

Nanami’s gaze darkened at the prospect of the challenge, but ultimately his smile held steady. “How could I?” he replied, gently jovial. His full attention was on you now, and you resisted the urge to get up and saunter over to him upon his beckoning stare. “Besides, I promised I’d give her a lesson or two after we were done.”

“That mean we’re calling this match?” asked Satoru with a slightly defeated scoff.

Nanami could tell how eager you were to come over, so as he said, “Yeah. Better luck next time, I guess,” he gave you a beckoning wave.

You sprung up from your seat, trotting over across the court with a beaming smile, wearing a brightness to rival the season’s sunny weather. “Is your game over, Daddy?” you asked with that adorable sweetness lacing your tone, all watermelon-sugar and honey drizzled peaches.

What Gojo wouldn’t give to have a girl like you to call his own.

The moment you were within reach, Nanami was pulling you protectively against his side, one of his strong arms cradling your shoulders as you nuzzled further into his loving touch. “I’d say it is, princess,” he cooed, melting in your presence like a popsicle left out in the sun. Then he cast a somewhat taunting glance over at Satoru and added, “I mean, unless Gojo is intent on losing again today?”

Gojo flashed a mean, sharp smile, all pearly white teeth and malice, and then coughed out a huff of a chuckle, something cold and vengeful shining in those elysian blues. “Mark my words, Kento,” he taunted, “one of these days, I’m gonna annihilate you, and when I do…” His gaze then shifted to you, scanning up and down your form, trying hard not to let it stick on the soft flesh of your exposed thighs, the dip of your waist and the little sliver of your tummy that showed in the space between your skirt’s waistband and the hem of your top, the curve of your breasts and the bit of cleavage that peeked out from the V-neck. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, pink and wanting, right before he concluded with, “Good luck charm or not, she won’t be able to save you.”

You felt a little tense then, the energy suddenly seeming to shift as Gojo wore an expression that you swore was hungry. And, god, how tempted he was to make a bet with Nanami, wager a night with you— hell, even just ten minutes— as the prize for one of their weekly matches. And Nanami, being confident in his own ability, relying a little too heavily on his unbroken winning streak, might just be in a playful or arrogant enough mood to entertain Gojo’s little whims.

“Sure,” he’d reply, sarcastic and cocky. “If you can beat me, I’ll even let you have her in my bed.”

And that…

That would be just enough of a stake to seal the deal. To cause Gojo Satoru to become even more relentless than he normally was on the court against his oldest friend.

That would be the time Gojo finally won.

And he’d relish in making Nanami eat his overconfident words just before he’d drown in the pleasure of finally being able to have a taste of you— the one thing in the world he couldn’t buy for himself no matter how many figures his bank account secured.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you for the rematch next week,” Gojo shrugged, his predatory gaze morphing back into something light and unbothered, a look belonging to the Gojo you were more used to. After gathering his things, he gave you a playful little wave goodbye and said, “Don’t go easy on him now!” Nanami offered to walk Satoru out, but Gojo waved him off, saying, “I know my way out. Now teach her well so someday I can drag Megumi or Yuji or Nobara along and we can play doubles.” With a cheeky wink and a self-assured stride, Gojo Satoru was gone, disappearing beyond the manicured lawns and hedges and heading back to where his black Rolls Royce Phantom awaited him in the long, curving driveway.

“Can’t you let him win just once, Daddy?” you asked, some sympathy for Satoru’s defeat bleeding into your whine. “I’ll still think you’re the best at tennis even if he occasionally beats you…”

Nanami hummed out a note of amusement, beginning to guide you off to the side of the court where the extra rackets and tennis balls were kept. “And if I let him win, do you really think he’d be satisfied, sweetheart?” he asked you, pure adoration peppered with condescension lilting in his low, soothing voice. “Do you really think he’d accept a victory that he didn’t earn?”

No, you thought to yourself, Satoru would never claim a victory that he hadn’t earned fair and square. Because as carefree and frivolous as the man could be, he was equally cruel and competitive. He was good enough to outmatch anyone in almost anything, tennis included, just so long as that person wasn’t Nanami Kento. And though the two men were more evenly matched in their golf and swimming skills, it was, of course, the one game that Gojo had yet to best Nanami in that he was so hung up on.

“I guess you’re right,” you agreed with a shrug. As Nanami reached over to hand you your tennis racket— the light pink one he’d had custom made for you the moment you’d shown interest in learning— you took on a slightly more nervous tone and asked, words trembling a little towards the end, “But you’ll go easy on me, right?”

There was no way you’d survive a single one of Nanami’s vicious serves unless he dialed it way back. And he knew this just as well as you did. Not to mention he’d sort of been hoping you’d take interest in one of his hobbies eventually. That way, it would give him the perfect opportunity to spend more time with you, to leave work a little early or reschedule a boring meeting because it was almost time for his precious baby’s tennis lesson, and he just couldn’t be late. It also would be the perfect opportunity to put his hands all over you as he showed you the correct way to hold a racket or take a swing, his palms planted firmly on your hips as he helped correct your form, distracting you in the process of course, though once your lesson was over and he’d praised you for a job well done, the two of you fully intended on revisiting those more intimate parts of the lesson later in the bedroom.

“Of course, angel,” Nanami chuckled, grabbing up two extra water bottles from the mini fridge. “Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine. Besides, don’t I always take good care of my favorite girl?”

Especially because he wouldn’t want you to get frustrated and decide to quit. Oh no, he couldn’t have that. And while Gojo’s comment about playing doubles was probably a pipe dream, Nanami couldn’t help but fantasize about spending cool summer evenings out on the private home court with you once you’d gotten the hang of things, just gently hitting the ball back and forth with the sound of your bright laughter echoing over the net every time you successfully returned the ball to him.

But first thing was first. He had to teach you how to serve. So with your back against his chest and his hands taking purchase over where you held the racket, gently correcting your grip position at the start, Nanami led you through the basics of the swing.

“That’s it,” he encouraged you, allowing you to try a few times on your own. He grinned, impressed. “See, you’re a natural.”

You let out a proud giggle, wondering if maybe you’d end up having a knack for this after all, unlike golf, which was very technical, and swimming, which was very exhausting. Though, you’d always been one to get a little ahead of yourself. Because the ball hadn’t even been introduced into the equation yet.

In other words, the real test had yet to begin.

With Nanami now standing at the other end of the court, one of the fuzzy green tennis balls clutched in your manicured hand, you weren’t feeling quite as confident. You’d liked it better when he was guiding you, felt more capable with his expertise close and at the ready. Now, you feared you’d just forgotten nearly everything he’d taught you, your mind racing with questions of how to hold the racket properly and where to aim and, well, honestly you weren’t even sure if you’d be able to hit the ball successfully after tossing it up into the air.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby!” Nanami called over to you, and it was then that you steeled your resolve and reminded yourself that you could do this. You wanted to make your Daddy proud, wanted to hear him praise you when you did it right. You wanted to prove what a good student you could be for your teacher.

“Ok!” you called back, preparing to toss the ball up into the air. You didn’t throw it too high, though imagined how fun it would be to one day toss it as far above your head as you could, watching it plummet back down towards you with the confidence that you’d still be able to hit it across the net.

And even though your aim was a little off-center, you were still able to swing hard enough to send the ball over to Nanami, who lightly tapped it back to you, letting it bounce on the green once before you lunged forward to hit it back. You felt the ball make contact with your racket, and next thing you knew it was soaring over the net once more.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, your look of concentration splitting into an astonished grin. “I did it! I actually did it!”

Nanami returned the ball to you in the same gentle fashion, urging you to continue with the streak you two had going now. “See!” he said. “I knew you could!

But it then seemed your newfound confidence got the better of you because, though you leapt for the ball with everything you had, that time it was just too far out of your range. It passed you on the court and rolled until it hit the chain link fence.

“Ah, man!” you said, jogging to go after it, though you sounded more amused than disappointed.

“That’s alright!” Nanami called, casually walking closer towards the net so he wouldn’t have to shout as loud. “Just bring it here and we’ll try again.”

You grabbed the ball and tossed it towards him, Nanami reaching out to catch it in one of his sure, strong hands. “Do you want to try serving again?” he asked. “Or do you want me to serve?”

You took a moment to think about it, then smiled and replied, “I want you to serve now.”

Nanami returned a soft grin. “Alright, princess,” he said, both of you beginning to make your way back to your preferred places on your respective sides of the court.

“Don’t forget to go easy!” you called over, a playful giggle trailing off the end of your reminder.

“I dunno…” Nanami teased, a hint of mischief present in his voice. “I think you might be ready for a little more of a challenge.”

But, in the end, he was still nice about it. The serve came towards you in a controlled, soft arc, though when you returned it that time it was with a little more fervor, the power behind your stroke increasing just enough to wake Nanami up from his gentle daydreams, the lull provided by the balmy, early summer evening breaking upon the next cool breeze that wafted through the gardens.

The two of you practiced hitting the ball back and forth for another hour or so until you grew tired, your perfect white sneakers beginning to scuff and drag a little across the court, your swing becoming a little sloppier as fatigue caused your concentration to slip. But you didn’t want to call it a day until you’d managed to make Nanami miss the ball just once.

Similar to Gojo, it seemed you had some unrealistic fantasies of your own.

So, after asking you a few times if you wanted to be done for the day and you saying one more round despite how exhausted you clearly were, Nanami drew this conclusion and decided that, if he was going to let anyone beat him, it was going to be you.

“Why don’t you serve this time?” he suggested, sending the ball back your way. You let it roll off to the side a bit before going to retrieve it, and then, hoping he maybe wouldn’t catch onto your plan until it was too late, you tossed the ball up into the air, careful and soft like you’d been doing thus far but, that time, when you swung, you hit it as hard as your arms could muster, letting out your first real tennis grunt from the unexpected exertion.

And while the strength behind the swing was still nothing in comparison to either Nanami or Gojo’s, it still caught Nanami by surprise, caused him to hesitate just a split second too long. He went to lunge after the ball, originally intending to miss it on purpose, but when he found himself instinctually trying to hit it back only to miss it by accident…

Gojo would never believe it.

He looked behind him as it bounced out of bounds and rolled to meet the fence, and though technically the victory wouldn’t have counted in a real match, he certainly wasn’t going to tell you that. Not with the way you were jumping with joy on the other side of the net, squealing and giggling as you came running his way as if you’d just summoned magic for the first time.

“Did you see that?!” you asked, nearly crashing into his arms as you met him on his side of the court, your pretty pink tennis racket forgotten on the side you’d scored your first point against him from, the sorbet glow of the setting sun staining everything in sight with rich golds and brilliant tangerine oranges. “I can’t believe I actually did that! Did you see? Did you see?!”

Nanami dropped his racket and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug and sweeping you off your feet a bit as he spun around with you in his arms. “I saw it, baby,” he assured you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. “You were great.”

And when you looked up at him, arms still secured around his waist, wearing that look that was just dripping with pure love and devotion, eyes practically sparkling with it, Nanami had half a mind to lower you both to the court and celebrate your first successful tennis lesson a little early.

“I couldn’t have done it without such an amazing teacher,” you told him, nuzzling your cheek against his chest, both of you warm and dewy with a thin sheen of sweat. “But I had a lot of fun! Can we practice again tomorrow?”

Nanami let out a chuckle, the richness of it rumbling through his chest, velvety and sonorous. He swept you up in his arms, intending to carry you all the way back to the house, all the way up to the master bedroom. He said, “Of course, sweetheart. But first, a victory dinner is in order, don’t you think?”

You hummed out a pleasant note, that beaming smile of yours not faltering, though now something a little more devious snaked its way into your narrowing gaze. “Can the victory dinner involve going out for ice cream after?” you asked.

Nanami let out a sigh, though couldn’t wipe the grin off his face even as he shook his head a little and reluctantly replied, “Alright, I suppose you’ve earned it.”

But after that, once your sweet tooth had been satisfied and the exhaustion from the day crept back in to claim you, Nanami would be sure to collect his own prize. And once he was done with you tonight, well…

You might want to take a break from practicing tomorrow after all.

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(Hiiii everyone and thank you so much for reading! Honestly I’ve been thinking about my sd!Nanami from this au for so long now I just had to write a lil something for him and this is just what came to mind! I also can’t wait for summer, so I’m spending most days just dreaming about that lol. Anyway, I hope you’re all doing wonderful and remembering to take care of yourselves! See you next time, byyyyye~!)

[thiccevangeline]

♡Summary:König was just a regular nobody to you until he started sitting next to you in science class♡

MDNI

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Uhmm,warnings are: blowjob,Virgin König x experienced reader,groping yk normal sht

Reader is plus size and black that eh neva goin an change 🇹🇹🇹🇹🇹🇹trini to do bone

♡ Nerd König who sits next to you in science class.

♡Nerd König who can't help but sneakily steal peeks at your cleavage even though he feels bad for doing so

♡Nerd König who gets nervous when you look at him thinking you caught him staring, when in reality you just wanted to ask him if he understood what the teacher said about some guy named Newton

♡Nerd König who nods in agreement dragging his book closer to yours ready to explain

♡Nerd König who doesn't realize you're not paying attention, too busy reciting the 2nd law of gravity to you while you stare at his big ,veiny hands ,one gripping the pen making it look comically small and the other flat on the table holding the book open,you wandered what else he could do with them............. maybe they could satisfyingly grope at your large plush titts,probably they could plant a heavy smack to your big, soft,thick, brown ass ,or painfully but pleasurably stretch your tight lil cunt open on his thick calloused digits,even flick the sensitive little nub or perhaps wrap around the whole expanse of your delicate neck giving a soft but sturn grip.......you bite you lips at the thought, rubbing you stocking clad knees together, soaking through your underwear and probably the ridiculously small piece of fabric you claimed to be a skirt which bearly covers your ass

♡Nerd König who realizes you were squirming uncomforta- bly asking if you were okay, the bell rang just as you nodded in response grabbing his hand; you both pick up your belongings and leave, you take note of how hot ,heavy and calloused his hand is

♡Nerd König who clumsily follows behind your smaller form,(now...you are not short by any means but this man's size is just ridiculous, inhumane if you will) having no clue of where you're taking him, he still just follows, you finally reach your dorm fumbling with the key to unlock the door revealing your unbelievably PINK room , he looked at what he could see,plushies,posters,furniture etc all PINK, you push him towards your bed and he off balances and falls flat on his ass on your soft mattress, he tries not to move around to much not wanting to mess up the perfectly fixed duvet

♡Nerd König who's eyes widen when he realizes that you were stripping ,you stood before him in your pink hello kitty print underwear set and knee high stockings that you bundled up at your ankles, you slowly gave him a 360 of your body turning again so your back was to him ,giving him a goooood view of that perfect ,plush , tatted ass that was greedily swallowing up that thong strap

♡Nerd König who's dick immediately started to harden at the sight,with a smirk on your face you backed up lowering your ass to sit on his wide spread lap purposely smushing his erection against your ass and his leg earning a surprisingly high pitched moan from him,you didn't expect it simply because of his share size but you liked it ,you found it cute, you then grabbed his hands placing them on your titts keeping your hand on his in order to guide him on how exactly to caress them,you groan at the feeling of his calloused palms pawing at your stiff ,clothed nipples,you also began slowly grinding your ass onto his lap, the feeling of his warm breath against your neck

♡Nerd König who starts rutting his hips into yours moaning and the grip he has on your titts tighten, panting harder and letting out a string of muffled moans,wanting to hear him better you crane your neck to face him removing his face mask,as he was about to protest you smash your slightly bruised glossed lips into his all the while still grinding on him , with the way his teeth clash with yours and he clumsy tries to suck your tounge;you could tell that it was his first kiss,a virgin, you thought

♡Nerd König who pants heavily after you break the kiss,still I disbelief that a girl as pretty as you kissed him,a girl as beautiful as you was on his lap grinding on him,he honestly could not believe it he honestly thought he was dreaming, what brought him back from day dreaming though is when he felt your hands paw at his zipper struggling a bit because of the length of your nails,you ask him " is this your first time big boy?" He responds with a bearly audible " ja", you nod knowingly pulling down his boxers to reveal his thick massive cock, you licked your lips at the sight of thick beads of precum dribbling out of his hole, you fisted him slowly with one hand staring at the foreskin rolling over the tip and with the other you fumbled his big heavy balls, at this point all the poor man could do was moan ,whimper and gently paw at you hands in attempt to stop you from jerking him off,all you did was coo at him ,telling him it was alright and that you were going to make him feel good,you brought your lips to his red swollen tip and gave it a few kisses and some kitten licks before you took him in you mouth hollowing your cheeks,gagging on half then stroking the rest with your hand

♡Nerd König who moans out begging you to stop because he said it feels weird "Oh mein Gott, bitte, bitte, ich ... ich fühle mich komisch, ohh" ( Oh my god, please, please, I... I feel weird, ohh) he writhes and whimpers begging you to stop while you mercilessly deep throat him ,he's so deep in your throat that your nose is smashed against his bushy pubes,you finally let up when you feel him grab onto your head and press down emptying his ridiculously huge load down you tight throat and you choke on it ,you remove your head to sit up and catch your breath, still coughing you look up at him who lays motionlessly on your bed breathing heavily muttering something incoherent between breath "danke, danke, danke," He then sits up "Ah Scheiße, geht es dir gut, Liebling?"( Oh shit,are you okay darling?),you stare at him a bit confused but with a smile,and he waves his hand in apology before saying "are you okay ?" He then looks at you as a way of asking if you understood what he said and you nodded in reply "are you okay? And he nodded as well, he helps you of the floor and you stand in front of him,he giggles at the fact that you're the same height as him even though he's sitting, you're quick to kiss him and he kisses you back, he breaks the kiss and removes his shirt; using it to wipe up the excess cum off your chin and chest,you smile at him and push your weight on him so he falls back on the bed,you both lay there,enjoying each other's silence ,soon enough you drift off

AN:soooooo it's my first time,don't come for meeeee😭😭😭but if you want to cum for me you can😏😏jk jk jk well,I hope yall enjoy 😉 😘 💖 and if any fellow authors read this gimme some feedback plsss it would be greatly appreciated 😊 ☺️ 😄 😘

@chrollohearttags @sincerlycas hey babes I'm new,but saw yall followed, yall are great writers btwwww💋💋💋love from Trinidad 🇹🇹 ❤️

[cat3ch1sm]

Hello! Hope you're doing well! This is my first time requesting, so here goes:

Could you please write headcanons for Agni, Soma, and Pavitr finding out that reader is learning Hindi and then helping them practice and encouraging them? I know Pav is from a different source media, so if you're not okay with that, just Soma and Agni is more than okay, I'll be happy just the same ^^

Thanks a lot ♡

🏹~ this is such a cute request! no worries if your request features different characters from different medias, it doesn’t matter to me! i will happily write it nonetheless. thanks for your request, @bell-of-indecision , and your patience as well as your support. ily 💚 to my other readers, your requests are in the works! <33

●∘◦❀◦∘● gn!reader

𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐫 + 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢 💚

𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢

agni is thrilled to find out that you want to learn hindi. he takes a lot of pride in his language and his culture, so when he discovers that you want to engage in it as well, he is happy to share it with you.

however, he’s a serious teacher. agni takes your education seriously, like it’s an actual class. even though you just wanted to learn hindi for fun and mostly to make him happy, agni makes sure you’re disciplined in learning it. you have lessons almost every day without fail, and he assigns you little quizzes and gives you homework assignments every day as well. you even have tests for agni to assess your knowledge so he knows exactly what to correct you on. truthfully it is exhausting, but agni doesn’t believe in letting you quit. you said you wanted to learn Hindi so damn it he’s going to make sure you do.

agni is just as gentle as he is strict, though. whenever you mess something up he quickly cuts you off and points out your mistake, and will carefully explain why it’s wrong and what the correct answer is. he isn’t like those teachers who snap at you for getting things wrong. whenever you pass a test he gives you, he’ll think of little rewards for you to receive later in order to keep you motivated. agni also emphasizes the importance of getting proper rest, so even if he has given you assignments, if you don’t finish them he doesn’t force you to stay up if you’re tired or sick. if you bring him an unfinished assignment the next lesson, agni will simply go through whatever you didn’t finish with you. agni is really encouraging as well, and whenever you get frustrated he’s quick to cheer you up and remind you of your goal.

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐚

soma thinks it’s really sweet that you want to learn Hindi, and volunteers immediately to help you learn! is it an excuse to show of something that he finally does better than you? perhaps… but it also an excuse to spend more time with you? maaaaaybe…

unfortunately, he’s a seventeen-year-old kid who turns out to not be the best teacher. soma’s method of teaching you is literally just speaking fluent hindi and making exaggerated gestures to you- more like at you- and somehow expecting you to figure out what he’s saying. also, he gets kind of frustrated easily- he definitely doesn’t have the same level of patience as agni does, but he has twice the ego- so most of your ‘lessons’ with him go along these lines:

“*insert soma speaking fluent hindi*”

“soma, i have no idea what you’re saying.”

*cue flabbergasted look from soma* “what do you mean? i made gestures in order to show to you what i meant.”

“i… don’t think that’s how that works. i just started learning, soma. how about you look at the books i’m studying and see if you can help me with the lessons the book gives me?”

*slightly annoyed expression from soma* “but i am the one who fluently speaks hindi. this book cannot speak at all!” *dramatically closes book* “if you simply listen and pay attention closely, i am sure you will soon be as good as i am.”

“but you were born in india. you’ve been speaking hindi since birth. i can’t possibly reach your level that quickly… i don’t see why you can’t just help me with the book that starts with the basics-”

“oh! then why do i even bother?” *dramatically stands up* “i see you have chosen a mere book over your dearly beloved friend. so be it, my friend- so be it.” (imagine him delivering this as if he was some soap opera character who just was betrayed. yeah, he’s really over the top.)

eventually agni steps in and convinces a sulking soma that he needs to be more patient with you because you’re no expert- and more importantly set aside his ego. soma will realize the error in his ways and again decide to help teach you. of course, something similar to the above conversation usually takes place during your lessons in the beginning, but every time soma gets more patient. soon he’s actually pretty good at teaching you, and soma realizes that he genuinely enjoys watching you progress in your learning. he’s also super thrilled whenever you translate something correctly or memorize words right. the amount of impatience he had earlier is the same amount of pride he feels whenever he successfully teaches you something. you guys both start to genuinely look forward to hindi lessons together.

𝐩𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐫

pavitr, like the other two, is happy to hear that you’re interested in learning his native language, and he’s quick to volunteer as your teacher. although to be honest, he isn’t the most patient either. he tries, he really does, and it’s not like he gets genuinely mad or anything, but why would you say chai tea when it’s literally just chai that’s like saying tea tea like what the fuck man

alright, i swear that’s the only time i’ll make a chai tea joke because it physically pains me how much the atsv fandom dickrides that damn joke. but anyways pavitr is a genuinely good teacher besides the slight lack of patience. but it is slight. he’s really encouraging and makes sure you don’t get down on yourself when you make a mistake. pav is insistent, though, that you don’t miss any lessons. his schedule is already unpredictable, but he knows that you are serious about learning hindi and he wants to help you achieve that goal. so pav wants you to show up to your lessons that he schedules because he isn’t sure of when he can schedule another one.

although here’s something funny that i totally think pav would do: if you’re both spider-people on a mission together, he’ll give you quizzes on what you’ve studied with him so far as you guys are literally like swinging in the air above literal skyscrapers and flying over hundreds of people. just imagine this:

*whizzing by you* “hey, y/n! quick- what’s hello and goodbye in Hindi?”

*flipping in the air* “namaste!”

*running up a building* “very good! now what’s good morning in hindi?”

*running right behind pav* “shub prabhat?”

“great!” *throws himself off building and glides through the air* “now what is ‘phir melenge’ in english?”

*shooting webs onto walls, almost misses one* “shit! um, is it see you later?”

“careful with the webs!” *flying through the air* “and what’s tea in hindi?”

“…chai.” (okay that’s the last time ever i swear.)

“you’ve got it now!”

[hyukassubi]

🍪 03 | Parting Ways and Painting Ceilings

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 634

Kindergarten was a small thing.

It was only by time Taehyun would have to attend elite schools with all the other princes and… not get to spend every morning eating cheese strings and chocolate buns with you. Or flexing his monkey bar skills you respectfully couldn’t care less about. Or rob the class pet hamster in his pocket because it’s cuteness is to die for only to be caught by the homeroom teachers for the fifth time that month and proceeds to get a timeout but then you smash the chair into a window so that you’ll also get punished with a timeout so now the both of you are in this together and start snacking on even more treats you’ve hidden in your overalls for the next nineteen minutes.

Taehyun looked out the window of his carriage as the pegasi descend from the sky… oh how all the clouds started to look like your signature chocolate chip cookies.

And then the carriage wheels hit the ground.

And then in front of the young prince was a couple bowing on their knees and a chubby little girl with frosting stained lips and a woven basket of treats.

“Hello, Taehyun.”

Taehyun hopped out of his seat and waved through the opened window with a toothy grin and a rumbling stomach.

Perhaps it couldn’t possibly sink into his six year old brain now, but he could feel it in his bones that the girl who smells of cookies and flowers will stick around with him for a very long time, regardless of them enrolling in the same school or not.

Taehyun knew exactly what to do when the both of you arrived back to the castle, in his bedroom.

Perched on ladders, inches away from the ceiling, at least four guards down below the both of you ready to catch the toddlers if they take the wrong step off the ladders, you and Taehyun were mustering up a cool summer sky.

Taehyun was in the middle of painting his first cloud when he asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

You dabbed more blue paint onto the ceiling. “A princess, but that won’t happen.”

“Why?”

“Because my parents aren’t like yours. They make bread and sell flowers and love each other a lot and I think I love them too just the way they are.”

“So… you want to become a cookie seller too?”

You shrugged. “I dunno.”

Taehyun continued with his cloud, rounding up the edges. “My mom says not all princes have to be king, but I want to be king anyways.”

“Why?”

“So I can be rich and ride horses and everyone will bow when they see me because that’s how great I am.” A small pause loomed for a while before Taehyun continued more somberly, “But… selling bread and flowers and stuff sounds nice, too.” Taehyun shook off the feeling. “But I like being powerful and rich even better.”

You finished coating the corners of the ceiling with blue paint, not knowing at all what you want for the future because you’re six years old and six year old village girls like you only care about playing with your friends and loving your mom and dad and hoping the sun won’t set because that’s curfew hours and you won’t get to see Taehyun until tomorrow which feels like forever.

“Y/n, look!”

You turned your head around, resting your squishy arms over the ladder.

In the middle of the ceiling laid a huge white circle.

“Is that the Sun?” You asked with genuine curiosity, “The Sun is supposed to be yellow.“ You say matter-of-factly, eerily similar to the way Taehyun states certain things sometimes…

Taehyun placed his hands on his hips and smiled with pride.

“It’s a cookie.”

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♡𓂃A/n: To compensate for this short chapter, I shall give away a minor spoiler *harrumphs and an orchestra suddenly appears* 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁 HYUKA WILL APPEAR IN THE NEXT CHAPTER LESGOOOOO 🗣️💥‼️HYUKA FINALLY APPEARING IN HIS OWN FANFIC WOOHOO 🙌🙌🙌

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[gravity-omnic]

Misunderstanding

High school AU (Nerd!Ford Pines x Popular!Reader)

You were out of Ford’s league. Way out of Ford’s league.

You were popular, pretty, kind, well-liked, and he was just… him. A know-it-all freak. He would never have a chance with you, which is why it was such a shock when you approached him.

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He practically choked on his own saliva as he smoothed his clothes with his sweaty, six-fingered hands, leaning on his open locker door and falling. Red blush flooded his face when you showed a sweet smile in his direction and stopped in front of him.

“Hey, uh, Stanley, right?” You ask with a smile, unintentionally getting the twin’s name wrong. His smile falters and his heart drops.

Of course. You were looking for his brother. What was he thinking? No one would want to talk to him, let alone a girl like you.

He sighs, “Sorry to disappoint, but I am Stanford, the other twin” He hides his hands behind his back, a habit he gained through the years of bullying for his hands “Stanley should be-”

You click your fingers with a smile, “Yes! Stanford! That’s who I meant. Uh… I was told to talk to you by Mr Brown… I’m kind of…” You cough and an embarrassing blush coats your cheeks, “failing chemistry… he told me you could help me, like a tutor…?” You give him a hopeful, lopsided smile.

He swears his heart stopped at this moment and he was in heaven now. He stares at your cute, hopeful face blankly. You break eye contact and cough awkwardly.

“A-ah! Of course! When are you able to stay after school for it? Or perhaps you would prefer during lunch?” He mirrors your lopsided smile, in more of an awkward manner.

“I might have to do lunch and after school. I’m completely hopeless!” You laugh and fidget with your fingers, “Can you do it on Thursdays?”

He winces. The one day of the week he has something scheduled. “Well, I actually have boxing on that day, but I-”

You cut him off, completely in shock, “You do boxing?! I would have expected you to do something, like, I don’t know, ‘Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons’ club, but not boxing!”

He grimaces at the memories he has of being forced to do boxing, “Trust me, I would much rather be there, but- hold on, you know ‘Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons’?!” Stanford stares at you as though you had just hung the stars with this realisation.

You giggle, “I guess we are both learning stuff about each other~! Anyway, are you able to do Wednesdays? Or do you have another secret hobby for me to discover?” You nudge him playfully with a wink.

He stutters, his heart in his throat from the physical contact. At least he knows you aren’t repulsed by his deformity- or you haven’t noticed it yet. “Uh, yeah, Wednesdays should work…” His eyes dart everywhere but your face.

You grin, “Thanks, Stanford, see you soon!” You walk away with a smile and a wave.

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The twins are walking along the beach that afternoon, Stanley dominating the conversation, as usual. However, Stanley does notice that Stanford is even more quiet than usual. His eyes scan Stanford and notice the starstruck expression on his face.

“Poindexter…?” Stanley questions cautiously, “You okay?”

Stanford took this as an opportunity to spill every detail from your shared conversation earlier at top speed, “[Y/N] spoketomeearlierandtoldmethatherteachersaidIshouldtutorherinchemistrysoeveryWednesdayaftersch-”

Stanley covers his mouth and stares at him, unamused. “Stanford. At a regular pace.” He removes his hand from his mouth to see a slight pouty glare from Stanford, but that doesn’t last long when he gets to speak about you again.

Stanford’s eyes light up again, “[Y/N] spoke to me today,” he announces smugly, “her chemistry teacher said I needed to help her, so now I get to be one on one with her every Wednesday!” He lets out a toothy grin.

Stanley wants to be happy for him, he really does, but his trust issues kick in, “Uh… Sixer, not to… burst your bubble, but… are you sure she didn’t do this to make fun of you? She might have found out about your crush and want to stand you up in the school library… I mean, surely Mr Brown would have asked you for your permission first.”

Stanford stares at him angrily, unable to form a full sentence at first, “I-I- you- she-… you’re just jealous! You’re mad you can’t get a girl like [Y/N]! You’re trying to ruin this for me, Stanley!” Stanford doesn’t even let Stanley say anything before marching back to their house. Stanley sighs, knowing he’s over-wary, he just doesn’t want his brother to get hurt.

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Later that night, Stanford is staring at his ceiling, thinking about you, what Stanley said, and your true intentions.

‘[Y/N] wouldn’t do that… Stanley is just jealous! She gave me such a sweet smile! She wouldn’t do that to just anyone… right?’

All the nights leading up to the first Wednesday after your conversation, Stanford can’t help but question your motives. Tonight was the final night he would have to question this.

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It was now 3:32 PM on a Wednesday. Stanford is frantically checking his watch, sweating buckets. It’s only been 2 minutes… you aren’t late…

5 minutes pass… then 10… then 15… Stanford scoffs. Of course, it was a big joke to you.

Just as he is about to storm out, the library door slams open, and he sees you panting before rushing over to him.

“Stanford, I am so sorry. I totally forgot about this and started walking home before realising! I literally sprinted!” You slump in the seat and chug some water, wiping sweat from your brow.

Stanford hides his face, blushing at the sight. You look cute when you’re exhausted… he coughs, “It’s fine… it was an honest mistake, it could have happened to anyone.” He offers a small smile, “So… let’s start with bonds…”

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Later that week, Stanford sees you with your friends. He excitedly approaches, wanting to say hi. Before he can say anything, he hears your friends making fun of him.

“I can’t believe you actually went to the tutoring!” “Yeah, all alone with Stanford~!” “Maybe you should ask him to take you on a date.” Your friend’s giggles penetrate his ears as tears flood his eyes. He held hope that you may defend him, but his heart drops as he sees your blush, he assumes from embarrassment, and you giggling along with them.

He turns and runs. He can’t face you. He hears a faint call and footfalls following him own. He runs faster.

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A few minutes later, he is crouched in a closet, wiping his tears, “Stanley was right, I’m so stupid.” He rubs his eyes more, flinching when the door opens. You.

“Stanford, I-”

He cuts you off, “Leave it. I know I’m a joke to you.”

You stare in confusion, “…What?”

Stanford scoffs, “I heard what your friends said.” He puts on a mocking voice, “‘I can’t believe you went! Ask him to take you on a date!’ I tried to help you! You didn’t need me to tutor you!”

“Stanford… they weren’t making fun of you, they were making fun of me.” He stares in confusion, mirroring your previous expression. You sigh and sink to his level.

“I… haven’t exactly been truthful. You are right, I don’t need your tutoring… I’m getting straight A’s in chemistry… but… I like you, Stanford.”

Stanford stares at you, sniffling like a hurt puppy, “You… lied… to spend time with me?” He blushes.

You nod. “So… would you like to take me on a date? No more lies, I swear!” You giggle.

He nods, as you smile and wipe his final tears off of his cheeks. You lean closer, your lips gently brushing his in a kiss.

[venicemermaids]

Any thoughts of Jodio interacting with Lucy ?

BOY, DO I!!

ahem. hcs beneath the cut

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♡ do you know that thing where a teacher will sit a more disruptive student next to a more quiet one in hopes of it mellowing them out? that's definitely how jodio and lucy met. except lucy's also the new kid in class, and really doesn't want to cause a scene.

♡ since they're both on the quieter side though, i don't think they'd mind each other's presence. she's very nonjudgemental, and she likes the fact that he doesn't force her to speak.

♡ of course, since he can be kind of blunt and callous at times, he's made her cry before. he doesn't intentionally do it so he'll at least apologize, but this happens a lot less when she's used to him and his behavior. at the very least, she know for a fact that he doesn't hate her as evidenced by the fact that he lets her stay near him when she wants to. early on, he wondered if she even knew how to take a joke.

♡ as a chronic worrywart, lucy tries her hardest to keep jodio out of trouble, whether that's at school or with the cops. he outwardly doesn't appreciate it because he sees it as her trying to ruin his reputation within the community, but deep down he likes that she cares so much. in return, he looks out for her.

♡ perhaps out of a sense of respect towards her feelings on such things or just not wanting to scare her off, lucy is unaware that he's a drug gofer. he says that it's safer for her not to know so people don't give her trouble over it or because she might snitch, but he also doesn't really want her to hate him.

♡ i think lucy would refer to him as jojo!! she doesn't do nicknames that often regardless of who she's with, but she thinks it's cute.

♡ any sort of affection from him to her is very subtle and unnoticeable. whether that's him walking her home from school or letting her hold his hand whenever people aren't watching, he doesn't mind it when he's more comfortable with her.

♡ sometimes, jodio will encourage lucy to stand up for herself because he can't be there to protect her all the time. still, he'd come running if she truly needed him.

[tsu-kitty]

𝒷𝓁𝓸𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝓮𝒶𝓇𝓉 ❦︎ 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓸𝓃𝓮

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 › 1.1k

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 › tsukishima x reader, fem!reader, tall!reader cause she’s a middle-blocker!reader, tsuki is only a little bit of a meanie, reader is a nervous clutz be nice to her it's the law, kinda slowburn-ish, fluff.

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 › you're a clumsy middle blocker and tsukishima is a coordinated middle blocker who seems to always be there to save you. after quite literally running into tsukishima on your first day of school, a crush slowly starts to develop.

♡ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 › this is a series based on this tsuki imagine i wrote.

Karasuno High School was significantly bigger than your elementary and middle school, so you weren't surprised when you immediately got lost on your way to class from the bathroom. 

You had barely managed to find your way to the bathroom in the first place.

Eyes downcast, flicking over the map you were provided at the entrance ceremony, you rounded what you hoped was the right corner. Although, navigation had never been your strength. You shouldn't have been surprised when you walked into something. Or rather, someone.

Whilst they merely stumbled, you lost your footing completely and fell back onto the cold, hard floor. Embarrassment twisted your insides. Just your luck. Your first day of high school and you were already making a fool of yourself.

“Ow,” you groaned, pushing yourself upright.

“Sorry,” said a deep, flat voice.

Raising your head, you felt the world around you slow like a rom-com movie scene. A tall, pale boy stood above you, offering out a slender hand. The sunlight streaming through the hallway windows haloed behind his head, illuminating his short blonde hair. He wore black rimmed glasses over a pair of gorgeous amber eyes that met yours unflinchingly.

You reached out your hand, placing it in his, which was smooth and warm and much bigger than yours. It sent a wave of goosebumps up your arm. 

As you stood up, you stared awestruck at the boy, wondering if the gods had suddenly taken you in their favour. But then, the boy opened his mouth.

“You should really watch where you're going,” he said flatly, almost meanly.

Reality slapped you in the face. “Oh.” Of course, how could you have been so foolish. The gods were just looking for amusement in the form of your suffering.

The boy raised an expectant blonde eyebrow at you.

“Sorry,” you said, bowing your head.

“Yeah,” the boy replied. He stepped around you and disappeared up the hall.

Of course the first cute boy you met in high school had the personality of a lemon.

The second of your run-ins with Tsukishima was the very next day when you realised you were in the same class as him.

Having chosen to sit at the front of the class on the first day, you didn't get much opportunity to get to familiarise yourself with the faces of your classmates. But today, your teacher wanted everyone to get to know each other in a “game” that functioned similarly to speed dating.

So here you were, sliding into a seat across from the boy you met the day prior. He sported perhaps the most uninterested expression known to man. One hand laid on the desk, the other supported his head as he monotonously recited the answers to the questions on the “Get To Know Your Classmate” form Miss Honda had handed out.

“Tsukishima Kei. Amemaru Middle. Volleyball club. One brother. No pets.”

You blinked, stunned by his bluntness. You were supposed to ask him one question at a time. And he would answer one question at a time. But sure, whatever works.

“Okay.” You jotted down his answers then folded your hands in your lap.

He watched you with a blank expression.

“Well, my name is Y/N. I went to Chidoriyama Junior High. I also want to join volleyball club, the girls team though, obviously. I have no siblings, but one cat.”

“Cool…” Tsukishima deadpanned. He didn't even look at his pen, casting his gaze to sky beyond the window pane instead.

There was still three minutes until the next rotation.

“So…” you started. “Did you want to ask any more questions?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want me to ask you anything?”

“Not really.”

“Oh.” You chuckled nervously. This guy was something else. Another minute passed in silence, Tsukishima looking out the window, you staring down at your form. Then something unexpected happened.

“What position do you play?” Tsukishima asked. He was still facing the window, but his eyes were on you.

You jumped at his sudden question. “Middle blocker. You?”

“The same.” 

“That's cool.”

“Not really,” Tsukishima said, as flat and dead as always. 

“Oh.”

The bell chimed to signal lunch and the end of your conversation with Tsukishima. 

You and Tsukishima didn’t speak again until the day after the Interhigh Tournament, when you were both assigned to clean the classroom at the end of the day.

“I saw you play yesterday,” you said as you began wiping down the chalkboard..

“Oh, yeah?” he replied with all the enthusiasm of small child being passed a plate of bell peppers. He was sweeping the floor somewhere out of your vision.

“Yeah. My team lost the first round, so we’d figured we’d watch you guys.” Your ears tingled with shame. It hurt to confess your team’s loss to him when his team was doing so well. Especially when the two of you played the same position. Would he judge you for this? Whether he did or not shouldn’t have concerned you as much as it did, it’s not like you were friends, or even friends of friends. It was one of your worst traits, though: the constant desire to impress. Your heart craved the word “well done”, or “congratulations”, or “I’m proud of you”.

Trying to conceal your embarrassment, you continued talking. “Anyway, it was a great game to watch. That little guy with the orange hair has a crazy high jump, I’m kind of jealous. When the libero saved the ball with his foot? Wow! I was so impressed. And the other team was so tall. I mean, I’m pretty tall for a girl, but those guys are like giants.” And yet, despite being taller than average, you still couldn’t reach the top of the blackboard. How did the teacher even manage to get chalk up there? “Oh, but you were great, too! Your block’s are awesome and—”

A large, slender hand was on yours. You eyes followed the line of the fair-skinned arm up to the owner. Tsukishima was staring at you, face void of expression. He was maybe four or so inches taller than you, which isn’t all that much when you really thought about it, but his presence at your side made you feel like a garden gnome. And his eyes, never ones to reveal his inner emotions, were so bright and intense it made your bones melt. How could such an expressionless face look so beautiful?

“You’re rambling,” Tsukishima said flatly.

You swallowed. “I-I’m sorry.”

He slid the duster out of your hand. “I’ll do this. You sweep.”

“Okay,” you said softly, turning away from him before he could see the blush sprouting on your cheeks. 

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit…

[jinniesboy]

♡ Jeon Jungkook library ♡

➯ The rest of the members here!

➯ As always, thank you to all the lovely authors ♡

Smut - ❦ | Fluff - ☽ | Angst - ❆ | Yandere - ✦

Pencil strokes sub Jungkook | ❦ ☽

➯ roommates au, friends to lovers, inexperienced Jungkook.

Sideshow sub Jungkook | ❦

➯ camgirl Y/N, strangers to lovers, he accepts your invitation to film with him.

Two point five dom Jungkook | ❦

➯ handyman Jungkook, friends to something?

Flower boy Sub Jungkook | ❦ ☽

➯ Established relationship, married au, possessive Jungkook.

Mr. Jeon Dom Jungkook | ❦

➯ Teacher x student.

Born sinner Sub Jungkook | ❦ ☽ ❆

➯ Church boy Jungkook, lots of catholic guilt, inexperienced Jungkook.

Mr. Slim thick Sub Jungkook | Wattpad | ❦ ☽

➯ Friends to lovers, you and Jungkook have a group project about the pros and cons of engaging in sexual activity.

Have mercy (on me) Sub Jungkook | ❦

➯ Gamer Jungkook, sexism, mean Y/N but in a good way.

Playing fight Sub Jungkook | Wattpad | ❦ ☽

➯ Friends to lovers, you haven’t seen him in a long time, one word: biting.

Ripped blue jeans Sub Jungkook | ❦

➯ Established relationship, Jungkook is so cute.

Perhaps love | ❦ ☽ ❆

➯ Roommates to lovers, best friends to lovers, unrequited love, hurt and comfort, insomniac Y/N.

Star struck Alien Jungkook | ❦ ☽ ❆

➯ Strangers to lovers, tentacles, Jungkook has separation anxiety from Y/N.

Pillow talk Sub Jungkook | ❦

➯ College au, friends to lovers, pwp.

Taking care ☽

➯ The softest fluff, Jungkook is sick and you take care of him.

Addicted Dom Jungkook | ❦

➯ Established relationship, rich Jungkook, college au.

A drabble Dom Jungkook | ❦

➯ Shameless smut, face slapping.

Labs Dom Jungkook | ❦

➯ College au, group project, kind of enemies to lovers?

No longer strangers Dom Jungkook | ❦ ☽ ❆

➯ Strangers to lovers, summer love au, inexperienced reader, bittersweet ending.

Go ahead and try to take me Dom Jungkook | ❦ ☽

➯ Strangers to lovers, Jungkook in annoying in a hot way, mostly smut.

Need to know Dom Jungkook | ❦

➯ Idol au, Jungkook switches from vanilla and sweet to rough. That’s all.

Cafuné Sub Jungkook | Ao3 | ❦ ☽

➯ Roommates au, friends to lovers, they love each other so much.

Gold rush Sub Jungkook | ❦ ☽

➯ Established relationship, humor, the whole plot is just you eating Jungkook’s ass (don’t look at me), they’re so cute and in love.

Depend on me Dom Jungkook | ❦ ☽ ❆

➯ Bunny girl reader, roommates au, friends to lovers, he babies you a lot, Jungkook is a clueless idiot but he gets the hint eventually, heat cycle.

Distraction Sub Jungkook | ❦ ☽

➯ Established relationship, CEO Jungkook, he just needs a break from work and you’re right there to help.

Filthy assumptions Sub Jungkook | Wattpad | ❦ ☽

➯ Established relationship, insecure Jungkook.

Hurts so good Sun Jungkook | ❦

➯ Friends to lovers, Jungkook is big…

Happy birthday, loser Dom Jungkook | ❦

➯ Roommates to lovers, sexual tension.

All to you Sub Jungkook | ❦

➯ Friends to lovers, pwp.

What money can buy | ☽

➯ Sugar baby Jungkook.

In the night Dom Jungkook | ❦ ✦

➯ Stalking, obsessive thoughts, reader is very much into it lol.

Thank you, baby Sub Jungkook | ❦ ✦

➯ Stalking, obsessive behavior, Stockholm syndrome, etc. (Please check all the warnings listed in the fanfic before reading)

My girl Dom Jungkook | ❦ ✦

➯ Obsessive behavior, kidnapping, drugging, aggression, etc. (Please check all the warnings listed in the fanfic before reading)

Hell bound Dom Jungkook | ❦ ☽ ✦

➯ Supernatural au, demon Jungkook, obsessive behavior, etc. (Please check all the warnings listed in the fanfic before reading)

Satisfaction Dom Jungkook | ❦ ✦

➯ Obsessive behavior, stalking, Jungkook studied with you in high school and has been obsessed with you ever since, neighbors au.

♡ Male reader ♡

Something sick and twisted Dom Jungkook | ❦ ☽ ❆ ✦

➯ Demon Jungkook x church boy Y/N, religious trauma, kidnapping, homophobia, shitty friends, etc.

[mango-bango-bby]

I swear Tumblr is driving me nuts with it eating my asks! This is the fourth time I've written an ask and you haven't received it! (Or you could be just working on one and I could be a blind person, sorry-) I'm not upset at you, I'm upset at Tumblr! I was hoping to request single dad Deku. I love the domestic vibes from this cute series but I was wondering what made him kidnap his darling? Perhaps his daughter comes home crying to her dad saying that her favorite teacher announced that they'll be going away soon due to them moving away/getting married.

♡ Home Early ♡

(A/N: I’m sorry tumblr kept eating your ask, so I hope this was worth it!!! I missed writing for single dad Deku and Isamu, I love them so much 😭😭😭 Thank you for the request!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic stuff, children, angst, mentions of kidnapping 

Summary: You’re going to move away but Isamu and Izuku don’t want you to (Yan!Izuku x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You rock Isamu in your lap trying to calm her down. You had expected the children in your class to be sad about you leaving but not this much. You had announced this morning that you would soon be moving daycares as well as cities because your boyfriend wanted to move so you would go with him. Of course, many toddlers shed some tears at the announcement but none were as upset as Isamu.

Isamu immediately started sobbing at the news, begging you to stay with her and not to leave her. It was the middle of the day now, the rest of the children having nap time, Isamu couldn’t sleep though. Rather still crying, burying her face into your chest and holding onto your sweater.

“Isamu, please don’t cry” you say softly, gently stroking her curly hair. She doesn’t respond and unlike what you wanted she began to cry even harder. Should you call her father? You really don’t want to interrupt him, you know that heroes are probably incredibly busy.

“Don’t leave” Isamu sobs, her breaths uneven. You’re surprised she hasn’t passed out at how much she’s been crying. “Honey, I have to. My boyfriend’s moving there so I’m going to go with him” You say only to get more tears in response. “No!” She whines, clutching onto you tighter. You’re quite sure that you’ll have to send her home early.

♡ ♡ ♡

Izuku was very concerned when he was called by the daycare to come pick up his daughter. He was even more concerned when Isamu kept crying every time he tried to take her away from you. He was honestly sad but embarrassed, he loved his daughter more than anything but he was also in love with you and was worried you’d think he was a bad father from her melt down.

He was able to eventually pry her off of you. Taking her to the car, buckling her in her car seat despite her protests. “Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” He worriedly asks, wiping off some of her tears. “Y/n-sensei is l-leaving” she mumbles quietly before breaking down again and telling him what you said.

“What do you mean they’re leaving, sweet pea?” He asks soothingly, almost as if not accepting her words. He’s not sure if he should believe her or not. She was a toddler after all.

But what if she was telling the truth. Izuku was obsessed with you and couldn’t imagine being away from you. He had already planned out your lives together! If you left you two would never be able to get married, Isamu would never be the flower girl, you’d never greet him with a kiss every time he came home, you two would never be able to give Isamu a younger sibling, you two could never adopt a dog, or grow old together!

Izuku comes to the conclusion he needs to take you for himself. It’s the only way to keep you to himself.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[arlestial]

hi, could i please request some headcanons of meguru bachira, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, hyoma chigiri and hyusei shidou with a polyglot s/o (who can speak and understand english, japanese, portuguese, french, spanish, etc)? love from brazil!! <3

❝a promise that you'll never find another like me❞

synopsis : When they started dating you, they didn't know you were a polyglot... And now, to be honest, they can't live without it.

pairing : Bachira, Rin, Shidou, Nagi, Chigiri x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : none ! It's fluff !

word count : 1115~ words

author-note : Hi ! How are you ? This ask was very fun to write, I personally speak French, English and a bit of spanish, so I mainly used them ! I used my french ass and I'm proud of it ;) ! It's my first time writing for all of them tho (except Bachira but it was deleted lmao), so I hope you like it and that I don't have made them to occ ! I have feelings for Chigiri istg, marry me pretty boy :( Love from France, and take care of yourself ♡

BACHIRA was amazed, like a little kid. The first time he heard you talk in an another language, he froze. He told you to repeat 3 or maybe 5 times to be sure he hadn't understand a word. When you told him that you were polyglot and that you could speak english, french, portuguese, spanish and obviouly japanese, oh boy, he was too stunned to speak. You can't stop him anymore. He's gonna ask you 24/7 to teach him insults (to use against Kunigami, mainly) and to talk in the language of your choice. You can't tell him no. He's so excited each time, it's literally too cute. At first, you answered that you won't teach him bad words; you don't want him to make fun of his teammates. Then, after a long baby tantrum, you agreed.

"Uhh, can you repeat again ?"

"Again ?? It's the fourth time already !"

"Y/N, please !"

You sigh, but made it anyway.

"Mama na quinta pata do cavalo", you said again.

"Mama nea kinta pata do cavalo ?"

"Not bad for a beginner. Use it wisely, babe."

"I will, count on me !"

He kissed your cheek, heading to an hangout with his Blue Lock friends, a smile on his lips. You were kinda suprised and embarassed, to say the least, when he came back, telling you that he insulted Kunigami and that he told all of his friends that you were his "bad words teacher". You have such a good reputation now...

CHIGIRI immediately noticed your small accent when you first talked to him in japanese. He didn't ask anything about it, because he didn't want you to be, perhaps, uncomfortable or embarassed in his presence. But when you two get together, he asked if you were polyglot and you answered yes. At first, it was a bit weird because he didn't know what to do when you cuss in French or Spanish. But he learnt to love it; you were even more beautiful when you were talking in an another language, and he can't help himself but stare at your lips, now. He asked you to teach him some words (mainly petnames) to use.

"Mon cœur, can you please pick up this box please ?", you asked him in the store, kind of upset that the box was too high for you.

"Yeah, obviously, ma chérie. Do you need anything besides this ? Or perhaps, do you need me to stay with you ? It will be easier for you to take this", he said, pointing at an item near your head, with a teasing smile.

"Ahahah, so funny, Hyoma. Me cago en tí...", you mumbled under your breath.

"Too bad I know this one too, pretty."

"I hate you."

RIN, like Chigiri, immediatly heard your accent. But he also immediatly asked you about it. Where were you from ? Where did you learn all these languages ? Was it hard ? Did you struggle sometimes to find the words ? He was intrigued and very curious about it; it was the first time he ever heard someone speak a good english in his entire life. When you two get together, he watched you cuss in French a hundred times before asking the meaning of it. When you dropped an item on the floor, you had this habit to say "putain" or "merde", and at first, he didn't dare ask you to teach him some very common words in one of your language. But now ! Oh lord have mercy.. He has a list in the notes of his phone of insults to use on Isagi, or even better : Sae. And he's very proud and happy about it.

"Uh, how do you say it again ? Fils de chien ?"

"Yeah, exactly like that. It's an equivalent of "son of a bitch" but in French"

"Perfect for Sae."

"You have the same mother tho..."

NAGI is probably, the person with the most knowledge in terms of languages in these 5 guys. Playing Valorant, Genshin Impact or even Minecraft developped his understanding in all situations. He mostly knows some gaming sentences, but when you talked to him in an another language, you were surprised to see him understanding a bit of what you were saying. He can't respond tho; but he was curious, so you taught him a bit of usual sentences (he stopped when you put the grammar in front of him...). One day, he surprised you when he responded to you in one of your languages. In fact, he had been learning one for a quite long time now, because he wanted you to be more comfortable speaking around him.

"No entiendo nada de este ejercicio, pero no es tan complicado. Soy demasiado tonto..", you sigh, frustrated.

"Puedo ayudarte si quieres, cariño.", answered a voice with a strange accent.

You turned your head, shocked to see your boyfriend Nagi speaking spanish.

"How do you..?"

"I learned it. I like spanish."

"Oh. That's cool !"

"Yep, wanna teach me some ?"

"Sure !"

SHIDOU, like Bachira, is stunned. He wants to know how you managed to speak so fluently all these languages, and now: he shows you off 24/7, you have no choice. When he talks about you to someone, he always tells them how smart you are, he's definitly a simp for you. He wants you to speak one of your languages all the time, even if he doesn't understand anything, because gosh, you're hot :/. He's so curious about you, but even more after you told him you were polyglot; he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable around him of course, so tell him if it annoys you, he won't took it badly ! He's a tease, so sometimes, it may be too much for you.

"How is it possible for you to have a s/o ?", laughed one of Shidou's teammate.

"Don't be jealous man", he smirked, "they're too much for me anyway. They're so beautiful and smart dude, they speak 5 LANGUAGES ?? It's hot tho-"

"Shidou...", you sighed, tired of his antics, "I'm waiting for you for 5 minutes already, hurry-up !"

"I'm coming !"

He rushed outside the soccer stadium, his teammate looking towards you, and Shidou immedialy kissed you, like he hasn't saw you for months (he wanted to show you off again, ig)

"Hola mi amor", he said with a nasty grin.

"Shut-up, or I'm going to slap you, I swear."

"Okay okay babe, let's go !"

[renuqi]

If you can... could you write the obey me brothers as dad's? Perhaps headcannons? I would appreciate it 😅 ❤️.

hi star !! thank you sm for requesting it means a lot to me <33

ALSO THE THOUGHT OF THE DEMON BROTHERS AS DADS ?!?!??! sobbing crying throwing up rn

AS DADS

⤷ lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor

( demon bros ver.| dateables ver. )

warnings: heart breaking fluff guys pls

- [ ♡ ] lucifer

‒ business dad™

‒ while he's working he'll have his kid on his lap :(

‒ if you have two, they'll be beside his desk playing w their toys T_T

‒ the best at multitasking !!!

‒ isn't really used to kids but HES TRYING HIS BEST OKAY ITS ALL FOR U

‒ LOVES THEM WITH ALL HIS HEART??? he seemed pretty hesitant on the idea but when he saw them for the first time, they became his whole world.

‒ HIS VOICE IS THE PERFECT VOICE TO SERENADE THEM TO SLEEP WHILE READING A BEDTIME STORY HELLO????

‒ probably has a book or two about parenting, he cares for you bunch so much he is so scared to fuck it up :(

‒ every gift given to him on fathers day no matter how old ITS ALL ON HIS DESK ON DISPLAY OK HE REFUSES TO THROW THEM OUT.

‒ sometimes you catch him asleep at his desk with your kid and its so cute :(

(other brothers under the cut !)

- [ ♡ ] mammon

‒ gnna have spoiled kids deadass

‒ THIS MF PROB FAINTED IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM HELP

‒ it's okay tho !!!! you try your best to teach them how to have at least some manners...

‒ they still take after their dad tho hehe

‒ prob was super nervous and scared he wasn't going to do a good job but would you look at that!!! your kids couldn't ask for a better dad :(

‒ since their dad always goes out on their birthdays and holidays, on his birthday and every fathers day, it's always something new and impressive (you help them its the sweetest :)

‒ super supportive !!! no matter what your kids decide to pursue or whatever interests they take up, he will be their #1 supporter (crying sobbing throwing up)

‒ IF YOU HAVE A GIRL(s) HES PROB BINGED WATCHED EVERY BARBIE MOVIE W THEM

‒ IF YOU HAVE A BOY(S) THEY THROW LITTLE PARTIES (frat boy in training good fucking bye)

‒ will savour every moment of bonding time he can get !!! he loves them so much

- [ ♡ ] leviathan

‒ this one's kinda hard </3

‒ panicking in the emergency room oops

‒ what experience does he have with children ?!??!?! the npc's in his game ?!>!!?!??!?!

‒ deadass questions his life choices... NOT TO WORRY THO HE MAKES AN AMAZING DAD

‒ his fav way of bonding with them is binging a new anime he found !!!

‒ he shows them his manga and games and they become addicted </3

‒ you may or may not be jealous bc he never called them a normie when they hadn't heard about one of his interests

‒ it's okay tho it means he's growing and he's super supportive of his kids !!!!

‒ if he had a daughter he'd feel super guilty about the ways he used to view his favourite fictional female characters

‒ it's a growing experience for him !!!

- [ ♡ ] satan

‒ has a whole section for 'parenting 101' books in his personal library

‒ has another section dedicated to baby books...

‒ if i may he prob has a whole wall of just pictures, guides, their gifts, bedtime stories, etc.

‒ ur kids would be so smart !!! they depend more on him than their own teacher T_T

‒ practically their personal tutor,,, they always ask him for help and you find it so cute how he sits them down and explains how to solve the problem.

‒ he works extra, extra hard to control his wrath, esp when he's teaching them and they don't get it :( pls do not discredit him,,, he is trying his best

‒ most of the time you'll find them coupled up in his library, while he's reading them a book to teach them bigger vocabulary PLS

‒ before bed, he always brings them a HUGE PILE of books to choose from, because of his vast selection in his library he never has to re-read them!!

‒ akuzon is his best friend,,, always finds the best children's books on there <33

‒ he is such a great dad !! he is so much more than his wrath and he is so glad his kids know that <3

- [ ♡ ] asmodeus

‒ is ecstatic when he found out he was going to be a dad

‒ treats them like they are gold,,, they are always pampered and treated like literal ROYALTY

‒ if you have a girl THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS OMFG PLS

‒ thinking abt it is the cutest thing ??? he takes her out shopping and buys her the prettiest of clothes :(((

‒ loves holding the baby !!! he's so proud of himself and you <3

‒ spa days w his kids r his favourite way of bonding

‒ has a specific day every other week where they go to a spa, get their hair done, and their nails.

‒ is AMAZING at picking out gifts he always puts so much thought into it

‒ he DOES NOT put his phone down he LOVES filming the little moments <3

‒ does not regret ANYTHING AT ALL he loves you all with all of his heart and adores them

- [ ♡ ] beelzebub

‒ super, super, super excited !!!!

‒ the baby fits just right in his arms,,, perfect for snuggling :(((

‒ super protective if anyone hurts your kids,,, THEY'LL GET SHOVED 6 FEET DOWN

‒ your kids see him as a hero seriously,,, they literally think he's a superhero bc he's big and strong its so T_T

‒ so during one years fathers day they created a picture frame and cup with a matching 'our superhero!" on it

‒ has a grocery list saved on his phone with all of their favourite snacks, he always splurges on them though,, just in case he takes some of them

‒ imagine you were having twins ?!?!?!

‒ he would not stop bugging belphie about it !!!

‒ every sunday he would take the kids out for ice cream and then play in the park !! a simple way of bonding but he makes the best of it

‒ PROB HAS A DAD BOD ONCE THE YEARS GO BY HELP MEEEE

- [ ♡ ] belphegor

‒ hear me out. HE GIVES THE BEST HUGS

‒ if your kid is bawling their eyes out, one hug from him and their problems are solved.

‒ loves to snuggle up when taking a nap!!!

‒ if they come into your room because they had a nightmare, he's offer to cuddle them to sleep hes best

‒ loves buying them pyjamas !!! ONESIES ESPECIALLY

‒ will find a smaller version of his cow pillow to give to his kids CRYING SO HARD

‒ tries to read a bedtime story for them before bed but falls asleep LMFAO

‒ your babies crib becomes his crib too. no joke.

‒ your kids love to make him breakfast in bed!!!!!

‒ LOVES MAKING CUSTOM PJS JUST FOR THEM

main masterlist <3

obey me masterlist <3

reblogs appreciated !! have a lovely day/night <3

[plush-rabbit]

Satan with a S/O who has Anger Issues

Request: Hello :D could you make some headcanons of Satan (obey me!) with an MC that looks happy and cheerful most of the time, and is friendly to everyone, but has this really dark aura of anger that only he can see?

Like, MC that likes to wear cute stuff, Hello Kitty accessories, skirts and dresses, but has really bad anger issues that she tries really hard to mask.

Thanks a lot ~♡

A/N: I love the inclusion of (obey me) because it feels like I just write for like a different Satan or something lmao

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The first time that Satan meets you, he can tell what sin it is that affects you the most, however, you try to hide it, wrath affects all, even the most peaceful of minds. Sure, you’re bright and pink, dressed with frills and lace that has his brother complimenting you, but even with the cute cat accessories, it doesn’t hide who you truly are to him. You’re furious, vengeful and so cheerful that it has him introducing himself to you with a handshake.

There’s a curious part of him that wants to see you angry, more than the annoyance of your snack being gone, or failing a test. At certain times, he can feel your anger. When a teacher reprimands you for sleeping during class, he can feel just how angry you are, how you clench your jaw and roll your eyes. His personal favorite is when Lucifer is the one that chides you. He can feel your anger, that desperate urge to just scream at him. He sees it in the way that you narrow your eyes, how your nails embed themselves into your palms, and how you hold yourself- scrunching in on yourself like a child who can’t fight back and the sad part is, is that’s the truth of you. Perhaps not the child part, but the mere fact that you cannot fight back because you are such a delicate, little thing compared to a demon.

You’re pleasant to be around. Sure, you draw attention to yourself with the way that you dress, but you don’t seem to mind and so he doesn’t either. However, there are moments where you slip. Where you lose in a game and you curse, your hands flexing, fingers turning into claws and you have to take a deep breath to calm yourself. The third-born, of course, refers to it as “gamer rage” but it’s more than that. You don’t want to lose, you can’t stand it. The humiliation, the lack of luck or knowledge, it’s something that you hate with such a passion that it has Wrath smiling in secret.

Your cheerful personality slips at times. It goes further than the annoyed look or the anger that festers inside of you, it slips through the cracks and it shows, and fuck, it’s intoxicating. To his surprise and entertainment, it’s towards Lucifer that you crack with the most. He can see your smile twitch, how it falls and he wants to press further, to corrupt your already angered soul and make you act out on it, but he can’t. You’ve already confessed to him how Lucifer has threatened you and that you’re sure he’s only a few snaps away from acting on said threats.

In all honesty, he forms such a sick obsession with you. He isn’t sure what it is, but your anger, your wrath, is intoxicating. He’s felt all sorts of anger- vengeance, guilt, blind rage, the anger against authority, but it isn’t like yours. Yours is so much sweeter and whether it's because of your choice of outfits or because he’s gotten to know you personally, it's changed something in him.

He seeks you out more and more, constantly wanting you to stick by him and it’s both for you and for him. It’s selfish for him to hoard all your time but at the same time, it’s only him who can sense your wrath, to feel that scorching urge to break something. However, he’s also the one who fuels it. He’s the one holding your hand and telling you that some lesser demon shouldn’t be talking to you like that. You’re a human, a rarity and a prized thing in the eyes of royalty, and how dare some lesser form than you give you a look of disgust. He’s the one corrupting you and letting you scream into a pillow as he rubs your back soothingly.

Very rarely, will he let you go out on your own. He can already feel your rage without having to be near you and he’s sure the others will start to catch on as well. Plus, he likes it when your attention is on him and only him. It gives him a different feeling other than wrath. However, if you do go out on your own, he also fears that you will act on your rage, and if he isn’t around, he is uncertain of the consequence that will follow whether it be on you or on the demon that was the one to ignite you.

Of course, he won’t ever admit out loud, but he does worry. He keeps tabs over you, making sure that if you want to go somewhere without him, you have someone with you and he prefers that it’s an angel, something pure to keep your emotions in check. He knows rage, it’s what made him, and while his sin can be controlled, he knows that his own temptations have been festering inside of you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt because of him, he wouldn’t be able to handle the guilt that comes from it.

Oddly enough, he relies on you as much as you rely on him. You know that you can go to him with your anger because that is who he is, that is what his sin is. You can rant and he’ll listen and validate your feelings. And with you, you’ll always validate him, you’ll listen and make the perfect audience for him. You get the pleasure of being his, where he can act as something more, where he is the most important person in your life. You allow him to be something else. You don’t press, you listen and despite your anger, you are a soothing presence, because he doesn’t have to clean up a mess with you. It’s selfish on both ends, but it works.

If you do ever decide to let something break beneath your hands, he’s always there to fix you up. He’s a demon with a wide range of knowledge, he’s learned a healing spell here or there at some point. Your knuckles will be bloody and he'll be the one to whisper above them, his breath cool over your wounds as the skin slowly stitches over and dried blood is the only evidence that you had ever broken your skin. It’s these few moments that you start to see him, someone trying so desperately to act out of their nature, to be so soothing and careful as if you were glass and a chill will run down your spine because to him you are glass; he could break you if he wanted to and yet, he chooses to heal you and smile so sweetly that you forget your anger for a moment. And for that split second where his eyes land on yours, Satan can feel his wrath simmer to a low flame, and yours follows suit as you thank him, your hand still held by his.

[laurieelaurel]

Ah, another bueatiful blog to add to my collection of follows. <3 Could I perhaps request a headcanon where MC is quite shy and communicates with others through the brothers? i.e talks to the brother so they can talk to someone else for them. Preferably with Levi, Beel or Mammon. ♡(ӦｖӦ｡)

Brothers with a shy reader

(Beel, Levi, Mammon x gn!reader)

Warnings: None

so sorry for dying for a while T-T here you go nonnie I hope this was what you were asking for <3

Beel

Beel is quiet himself, almost always preferring to speak through actions over words, so he never really cared how shy you are

Is still intimidating despite his gentle nature, he can keep any unwanted social interactions at bay by just standing near you, ~menacingly~

Whether it's because he's soft-spoken himself or because of his intimidating stature, Beel is a great option to turn to

He notices you like to stick around him when going out and his protective brotherly instincts have him taking the lead for you

Reminds him of a little chick following a momma hen around which he finds real cute

If you're out shopping or something he doesn't mind doing all the talking for you (Belphie probably uses him for the same thing)

The type to offer to walk you home (well you do live together anyways) and join your outings

Always checks in with you to ask how you're doing, what you think or where you want to go next

Has no problem talking to someone for you and honestly it makes him super happy to know that you trust him so much

whether it's asking someone for directions, giving the waiter your order, or standing up to someone on your behalf, he’s got you covered

reminds me of that excuse me!! he asked for no pickles >:(( meme dsfhj

Levi

Honestly, he'd rather not talk to anyone more than he needs to so he finds it a bother at first, needing to talk on behalf of another person

I feel like Levi has been used as a middle man for many of his brothers' arguments before

Tries his best to stay out of their endless quarrelling in his room

You're free to join him, away from the chaos in his room

Wanna binge the latest adaptation of the TSL side story drama to compare it to the source material together?

He's shy as well, so he appreciates the quiet and definitely understands you better

Levi's more than happy with you just sitting by him, listening to his rants and raves. Since you're comfortable talking to him, he'll be here for you too

Why go outside anyways?

On the off chance that you are out in public with this dork, he takes care to avoid others out on the streets anyways

If you want him to talk to someone for you just tug on his sleeve to get his attention cuz oof he finds that shit adorable

Yes he's blushing but yes, he'll talk to that store clerk for you

I'm not sure who green lit letting the two socially anxious people go out to do the groceries, but if it's just this once then he'll be your Henry, saving you from the evil that is social interaction!

Mammon

This one just does all the talking before you would even have a chance to anyways

Why did you choose him again?

Just kidding - if you can ignore his antics and loud personality, he's always been a good older brother

But yes, very loud. Probably finds your shyness annoying at first considering he's tasked with taking care of you

you would think that subtelty is something he's not familiar with but he's pretty decent at getting a feeling for your thoughts over time

Takes pride in the fact that he's the one you come to, probably brags to his brothers

Has absolutely no problem being assertive for you, to the point where he's outright picking fights on your behalf

like

him grabbing a lesser demon by his collar demanding they apologize for bumping into you in the hallway

vs you tugging on his arm, pleading with him to just let a poor demon go as your face burns with embarrassment cuz literally the entire school is watching

If you have something you want him to tell the teacher for you he'll do it no problem

Might even talk to Lucifer on your behalf if you're less comfortable around him or the other brothers

As an extrovert, Mammon is probably one of the more reliable of the brothers to count on when it comes to your situation

Probably