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[downs1de]

GREGORY HOUSE: TAG DROP

[willowbelle]

Vantage Point

❤︎ sanji x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw & summary: sanji eats you out ;)

word count: ~300

note: yes, you can also find this fic here: eating you out headcanons but i wanted to post them individually 'cause they're long enough & i had different titles for each of them!

Vantage Point

You’re perched atop the chef's face, his tender hands encircling your waist, guiding your movements as you sway your slick folds over his waiting tongue.

He’s unapologetically desperate for your taste, your mere aroma could provoke blood to stream from his nose and down his chin. 

Sanji’s eagerly flicking his tongue along your folds as he rocks you against his face, moaning softly into your cunt as he savors the taste of your essence lingering on his tastebuds. 

His desperation knows no bounds as he continues to lavish attention upon you, his tongue tracing every contour of your folds with expert precision. With each flick and suck, he elicits a symphony of moans and gasps from you, his own pleasure evident in the way he hums contentedly against your core.

“So divine,” the cook mumbles hazily in between licks.

You surrender yourself completely to the sensations washing over you, your fingers tangling in his blonde hair as you urge him on with something you know he can’t refuse: desperate whispers of his name.

Your hips begin to rock faster, urgency building within you as the sensations intensify. Sanji matches your pace eagerly, his movements becoming more fervent as he responds to your escalating desire. With each thrust of your hips, his tongue delves deeper, exploring every inch of your trembling folds with a relentless hunger.

You can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you, pleasure building to a fever pitch as you chase the elusive edge of ecstasy.

Sanji continues to worship you with his tongue, prolonging the ecstasy as long as possible even as you cry his name and convulse atop him. 

“You're exquisite," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire as he continues to devour you with fervent kisses and licks, "I could spend eternity lost in your taste."

[fanaticsnail]

No context but I feel like buggy is very

"my girl and I don't fight, she bash my head in with a rock and I walk it off like a man"

Song Suggestion: Be Your Shadow, The Wombats

"Fighting" with his partner - short little headcanons: Bratty Buggy

Warnings: semi-NSFW (nothing graphic), choking, snarling, "fighting".

He would always pick. Pick, pick, pick, pick, pick until he gathered his desired reaction: your teeth bared in a vicious snarl as you verbally reprimanded him for his comments.

He was a brat: pushing buttons and pulling at fibers he had no right in engaging with.

Once you began, he would recline back into his chair with a smug smile proudly adorning his lips: one he taunted you to wipe from his painted face with your ferocity.

When his smile broadened at your words, you would launch yourself at him: straddling his thighs and bringing your hand up towards his jaw to hold your fingertips firmly clasped around his stubbled chin and neck.

"There she is," he would gasp in awe at you, his eyes glazed with desire and anticipation, "there's my feral queen."

"Wipe that disgusting smirk from your face before I do it for you," you would threaten him, lips almost brushing his in a rough whisper.

"I can take it," he would whisper with his eyes twinkling with playful anticipation, chasing your lips with his own as you retreated from his to press your dominant hand against his throat; feeling the bob of his Adams-apple beneath your palm.

His bottom jaw would protrude with desire, pushing his torso against your hand to test your strength.

You would successfully pin him back against the chair by your grip, pressing your chest into his as you sat firmly down atop his lap: bringing your face closer towards his to whisper in his ear.

"And here I thought you were going to behave today."

He would groan, his eyes rolling back as he allowed you to completely dominate him.

You would bring your face to collect his mouth harshly, nipping at his supple, painted bottom lip and taking it between your teeth.

Tongues dancing together, the relinquishment of Buggy's control falling away as he became a mewling mess of gasps, groans and pants under your harsh reprimand.

Hands entangling in his blue hair to hold him complacent and exposed to your ministrations, he would lull his head back to expose more of himself to your reckless and unrelenting 'attack'.

And the crew would simply have no choice but to watch the show.

Thank you for writing in @sexc-snail, I always enjoy your inboxes ❤

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

hi brainrot!!

just had an idea for a full headcanon request: MC finding out that M6 is ticklish. just something cute and fluffy

i love your work, take your time ❤

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Finding out MC is ticklish

(full HC requests are closed right now, but here's a mini! ^.^)

Julian: "Ohohoho, you're mine now!" the type to tickle you when he's in an affectionate and playful mood, though he rarely takes it too far

Asra: *cheshire cat grin* "Did I just ... find something?" likes to randomly poke you in ticklish spots to make you jump and squeal

Nadia: surprised, and then you watch a slow, sly, flirtatious smile spread across her face. she is going to destroy you (respectfully)

Muriel: worried at first that he hurt you, and then so enamored of your laughter that he does it again without thinking. blushes heavily

Portia: she found out because she was looking. will tackle and tickle you until you plead for mercy and let her win the play wrestling match

Lucio: likes to use tickling you as a catalyst to chase you around the paths until he can finally catch you and kiss you behind a tree

[rubendiasthoughts]

Hello! I am so happy to share another headcanon with you!! Thank you to the person who requested this, I hope you like how it came out ❤

What Ruben Dias would be like after a bad game - headcanon:

- Honestly, I feel like usually in case of having a bad game he would be either kind of hard on himself and feel like maybe he could have done better (especially after the games during which the other team simply played better than them) or he could be kind of angry (maybe after the games like the game for the community shield with Arsenal, when they lost after the penalty shootout) - but obviously he's not mad at you, but just irritated at the whole situation. But I think he could also be like "ok, it was a bad game, but now we should focus on preparing for the next one" sometimes and he would just deal it with pretty well.

- Maybe if you were there at the community shield game, and you were in the stands, pretty close to the pitch, he would walk up to you after they have lost. And you would wrap him in your arms, he would hide his head in your neck, your hand resting on the back of his neck, gently grazing it with your nails, while you press a kiss to his head. Your other hand would rub his back. And maybe when he looks at you, you would tell him how it was just a stupid game and there was nothing he could do about it. And you would tell him how proud of him you are and how well he played. I feel like he would be pretty silent in moments like that, not really saying anything, just looking at you. But deep down he would definitely be very appreaciative and thankful for you and your support.

- Whenever he gets angry after a bad game it very often ends with him fucking you roughly, to relieve his anger. So basically he would just take it out on you. Some of those times would probably be one of the most intense moments the two of you have shared. He would definitely be throwing you around, manhandling you. I feel like those could be the only moments when he is kind of selfish, just chasing his own pleasure (of course he would want to make you feel good too, but what I mean is that normally he is much more focused on your pleasure and a little less on his and when he is angry after a bad game he just wants to let it all out on you). I feel like he would often tell you what a good girl you are for letting him use you like this. And you would try to take it for him, even if sometimes it would become a little overwhelming. And I can imagine a situation like this: you are at home, for some reason you didn't go to his game, you watched it on TV and unfortunately his team lost. When you hear him getting through the front door, you stand up and go to the hall to greet him and stuff. But you don't even get to wrap your hands around him, because the moment he notices you, he is pushing you on the wall, pinning your body to it with his own, while giving you the filthiest kiss, pushing his tounge inside your mouth. He is taking your clothes off of you, his actions very rushed. The next thing you know, he grabs your hips and pushes you into the kitchen. When the two of you get there he bends you over the kitchen table and deliveres a harsh slap to your backside. You hear him unbuckling his belt behind you, then he puts his hand into your hair, pushing your face into the table, your cheek flush to it. With his other hand, he guides his cock to your entrance. When he pushes inside you, a groan leaves his mouth. He immediately starts fucking you, his strokes are deep and fast. When he is getting close, he spits on your back saying something like "you are such a whore for me" and before he cums he pulls out and lets his seed hit your ass and the lower part of your back. After all of that he would give you the best aftercare, thanking you for being so good to him.

-And maybe sometimes when you can see how irritated he is after losing, you would just get on your knees for him. You would look up at him through your lashes and he would say something like "you want to show me what a good girl you can be for me? Go on then, baby". And you would try your best to make all of his anger go away, he would be moving your head up and down on his length, using the hand that he would put on your head. And he would be throwing his head back, groaning and praising you by saying stuff like " Fuck, your mouth feels so good" or maybe just "that's my girl".

-And when he is feeling down and disappointed in himself after a game, he would want to make love to you gently. So I feel like he would take it super slow, rocking his hips into yours in a steady rhythm. And he would burry his face in your neck, pressing soft kisses on it from time to time. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your nails scratching his scalp lightly. Your legs would be wrapped around his waist in an attempt to keep him as close to you as possible. And when he realises that he's not going to last much longer, he would rub your clit with his finger to push you over the edge. "Just like that baby, squeeze my cock" would leave his mouth, and after that he would cum deep inside you. But the whole thing would be really sweet, Ruben just wanting to be close to his girl.

- But that being said, I think he would also sometimes just want to have a nice night in with you, hold you in his arms while some movie is playing on tv. And he would really appreciate it if you were trying to do something nice for him and make him feel better, even if just by doing something small, like maybe making him a nice, hot cup of tea. He would press a gentle kiss on your lips and whisper a "thank you" against them.

As always, feedback is very much appreciated 💕

[qdbs-writes]

Hi can u please write headcanons for the cullen clan with a witch fem reader likw their reaction to them finding out that u have powers like wanda maximoff from the marvel

Can this be longer then usual please i love ur sm its unbelievable❤❤❤❤

aw thank you nonny, i can't do individual character gifs or else my elderly macbook will combust

Cullens Reacting to Fem!Scarlet-Witch!Reader

Carlisle Cullen

He had his suspicions that you weren't a standard human, but he could never quite put his finger on why he got that vibe from you.

You were admitted to the tiny Forks hospital emergency room after you'd fainted in the street. And for what should've been a very regular medical check, strange things seemed to be happening.

The lights and electronic heart monitor flicked on and off without warning, pens and papers on his desk seemed to move when he turned his back. Waves of red light danced just beyond his sight.

For what his centuries of medical practice told him, you'd be fine, only suffering a slight headache. But the moment you left the room everything appeared to function perfectly again.

Carlisle grew up in a society that endlessly feared the power of witches casting curses and plagues on the people, and he found himself unable to forget what he was taught after he met you.

Carlisle was a man of science, but after living for so long, nothing could explain what had happened with you that day without magic.

Esme Cullen

Esme first meets you at a charity event to raise funds to support overseas humanitarian crises, one of the many charities Esme heads in her free time.

She's busy organising baked goods at a long central table when you walk in, shuffling your feet and glancing around nervously. Seeing your discomfort, Esme goes up to you immediately, asking if you're alright and if she can get you anything.

You insist that you're fine but want to dedicate some time to help support the charity. Esme is delighted to have some more help and asks why this particular charity's cause spoke to you.

You mention that you came from a now collapsed Eastern European state and that you'd come to America to seek safety and justice for everything that happened to you and your people under that corrupt government. That you want to support groups that seek to protect people who are at the mercy of callous and greedy leaders.

Esme is incredibly moved by your story and your values and goes to fetch the paperwork for you to become a volunteer. But then she remembers something that came through the Vampire intelligence network a while ago. The country you came from had been experimenting on its people, giving them abilities that would make them more powerful than vampires.

She stops to consider that maybe you were one of the people they experimented on and that you might have powers that could surpass all vampires. She chases that thought from her mind, for now, reminding herself that she's in no position to be interrogating you if that was the case.

Edward Cullen

At first, Edward was none the wiser of you or your abilities. You were just another girl at Forks High. But slowly, as the days went by, he didn't so much as notice you but instead noticed your influence.

On your first day of school, he stood behind you at the lunch line. The two guys in front of you kept thinking about how excited they were to be getting the last slices of pizza. Suddenly their minds abandon pizza so when they go to order they get the salad option instead.

You drop your hand to your side and get the second-to-last slice, turning to Edward and giving him a knowing wink. Despite the panic gripping his dead heart, Edward shuffles up the counter after you and orders the last pizza slice to keep up appearances.

For the next period, Edward is consumed with thoughts of 'Can she read minds?'. If you could read his mind, you hid it well by ignoring all the panicked thinking he was directing at you. 'Perhaps she's tormenting you on purpose. Can YOU read my mind?', he asks again.

Again you give no indication that you can hear his thoughts. Suddenly, the teacher calls his name, expecting an answer to a question Edward did not hear. Then a soft, ghostly voice reverbs in his head 'The answer is 42'. It was a voice that sounded exactly like you.

Edward awkwardly mutters the answer before the teacher rewards him for being correct. He turns to look at you on the opposite side of the class. So you couldn't read minds then, but could still project your thoughts onto others? Very interesting, very interesting indeed.

Alice Cullen

She recognised you immediately the moment she saw you arrive at Forks High. You had been the one she'd had visions of for months on end.

But you looked different from her visions. Your face was not strained as you contorted a swirling red mist in your hands. Your eyes did not glow red as the tips of your fingers turned black as if dipped in ink.

No instead you seemed almost painfully ordinary as you scrawled long division calculations into your notebook during class.

Alice wondered how to discuss you with her family, from what she saw, you had the power to bend Forks, if not the wider Washington area to your will alone.

Maybe it was best to leave you alone, keep you away from the hidden madness of vampire clans and werewolf treaties. The Volturi would certainly not rest until you were a vampire under their thumb.

Alice decides that if you're as smart as you are powerful, then you'll quickly work everything out for yourself and whether or not you really want to be involved will be up to you.

Emmett Cullen

He genuinely had no idea you existed, you kind of merged into the background with all the other kids at Forks High. That was until the egg incident.

To this day, neither you nor Emmett has spoken about what happened, and he firmly believes that was for the best. But now there is a permanent tension between the two of you, you both know about the other, but you're both unwilling to admit any of it.

It happened on a late October evening, and Emmett was launching eggs into the side of the school building with all his vampiric strength. After all, no one was around to see it, so why would it matter?

Another egg practically evaporated as it hit the brick, splattering into thousands of tiny yoke fragments flying in every direction. It so happened that you had just stepped out of the gymnasium, with egg bits flying toward you at supersonic speeds.

But before the shattered egg could coat your hair, a red barrier of mist emerged from your outstretched hand, deflecting the remnants of egg to land either side of you.

That's when you notice Emmett and Emmett notices you. You both stare at each other, frozen in time. At some point in your impromptu staring contest, you and Emmett silently agree that neither of you would ever talk about what happened and what you were, Emmett certainly wasn't in a position to be throwing eggs in a glass house.

Jasper Hale

When Jasper was mortal, his mother always used to tell him and his sisters scary stories of evil witches who would snatch them in the night if they ever went out wandering.

Jasper never really paid those stories any mind, until he met Maria, and suddenly he began to understand why powerful women should be feared.

You didn't strike him as the 'witchy' kind, no black cats, no large pointy hat, no flying broomsticks, no bubbling cauldron. But just like Maria, you had this aura of some kind, and you certainly weren't no vampire.

He'll admit that he never saw you do anything particularly magical either. But he did notice that people can get scared out of their wits when you're about.

At the same time, there seemed to be this sadness in your eyes, and an exhaustion that didn't truly belong on anybody as young as you.

Jasper goes against all his instincts and begins to investigate you. Over time, he makes you feel more and more relaxed in his presence, maybe you'll let something slip.

Rosalie Hale

Rosalie was used to having people look at her, even in her mortal life, very few could tear their gaze away from her. But today was the day she made eye contact with you as you looked at her.

There was this indescribable energy in your gaze, almost a power. For the first time in her immortal life, Rosalie felt nervous by looking at a human.

As you retreat your eyes and continue onto class, Rosalie realises that she'd stopped pretending to breathe, artificially filling her cold lungs with air once more.

Despite her best interest, Rosalie couldn't get you out of her mind, She found herself following you, watching you in class, seeing where you sat during lunch. And the longer she looked, the more tangible this aura of raw power you had seemed to be.

It was like this shift in the air, the room, the people around you. Apart from this, there was nothing about you that wasn't completely ordinary.

She'll admit you were pretty, not as pretty as her, but then no one really was. For now, she'll keep on watching you, perhaps you'll slip up and reveal what you really are.

[darksxder]

Oh darling, I'm super excited for your event! ❤ If I may go ahead and drop a headcanon request: What would it be like to go to the beach with Price (CoD)?

ILY! ‼️❤️thank you for being the first to send in a prompt!! and i love this big burly man so bad help <3

pre-beach

this man is someone who rarely gets leave, and someone who rarely ever takes it either when it’s offered (he is forced to take it lmao)

i think john is so ingrained in a system that strains his own morals so bad that he doesn’t like to be out of it much.

once you have such a taste for blood, the usual comfort of life have a certain tinge to it

i think you would have mentioned it mid mission. in a gasp, swiping dust from your eyes onto to squint at the sun. half delirious and dehydrated “ever been to the beach, captain?”

and he smiles softly. looking perfectly content in all black with the sun beating down on you all. “why?”

it’s said with a soft drawl that has your heart flipping and hands sweating.

“uhh i don’t know. just wondering. thought maybe a team date at the beach would help with bonding?” and you say it like a question, the confidence that you had to line up a shot or take a man down to the ground with a jump and the force of your legs, never quite correlated with talking to price (it never would)

and like you did in early training runs and drills, and under the scream and spittle of your many older male superiors, you dropped it. gave it up. “you know- forget it-“ you start but his deep british lilt had your words fracturing into silence.

“sounds like a good plan. you have quite the knack for team bonding.” he teased

your body flushed with heat, a thousand times the sun deep in the balm of the desert around you. it was a joke. you had never been subtle about the lack of connection you felt between your teammates and many games that usually started with ‘what’s your favourite colour’ were not uncommon to be lead by you

and you forgot about it. not really. but truly you had thought it a joke. him agreeing.

but when you were laying across your couch on leave, bored as all hell, mind buzzing, lower lip worrying between your teeth, he called you.

called you for the first time ever. his voice awash in your ears, a thousand times more pleasant than the ocean as he told you to “get your swim suit private and head down to the blum in’ beach.”

the beach trip

this man immediately complimenting you. even if you’re wearing a cover up. or your clothes are completely on over your bathing suit

with his uncannily good instincts he notices how you can’t even look at his eyes, even avoiding him entirely. facing the side of sand beside him as you spoke.

it was hard not to. he was in simple black swim trunks, all the broad shoulders, muscled and soft curves was ripe to your sight

and he was smirking at you. his stupid bucket hat still on, but now finally matching the setting around him

his hands on his hips instead of on the neck of his vest like you were used to when he was looking over you

you have to chase this man down to put sunscreen on him (we have seen the lovely amount of freckles ofc)

100% picks you up and puts you deeper in the water when you refuse to go past the water sloshing at your hip bones. no matter your sharp gasp and grip, he will dunk you at least once

absolutely is down for any sport on the beach okay- football, ultimate frisbee, a plain game of catch, everything. but especially beach volleyball

and because gaz is a snitch this man knows you played in high school, so he offers you first serve to “see your moves” and “how you set the pace, love”

it’s canon you absolutely obliterate him on every round. every. single. one. and you’re so humble about it

meanwhile soap is losing it, literally slapping at your shoulder and treating you like a god when you spike another hit directly on their space of sand. his scottish yells drowning your ears

and every new round, when you hand price ‘his ass to him ‘- he gets hotter. from exertion or something else, he will never tell

1000% is the person to tell you to ‘c’mere’ then quickly rub some sunscreen on the bridge of your nose and the soft highs of your cheekbones

he spends the entire time holding his breath instinctually. his lungs strained when he saw your features up so close. he counted every scar and mark, every dip in your smile and the butterflies that bloomed from your soft exhale of warm breath on the inside of his wrist, as the pads of his thumbs trace along the seam of your cheeks

you end up staying till sunset

he brings a cooler with his own ‘prissy beer’ as gaz says. but you make him drink many fun coloured sweet drinks that would be characterized as alcoholic popsicles. all of them in chimed glass bottles and unnaturally bright colours (he downs five)

price loves how your filter dissolved with the alcohol and that you apologized for everything, even if it was just walking alongside them

hours later he spends at home, wondering why he can’t stop thinking of you. the burning image of sand slipping past your fingers, the wind carrying tiny grains along your stretched leg, a soft and true smile carved on your face. every part i grace in his chest. it was a small smile. but private, almost secret, sincere. it made his heart flip and ache. both at once, always the case with you

places you in shade and makes you drink water and rest when you almost get heat exhaustion and get all cranky and weak :,)

brought a nice fluffy towel but shared your barbie one ‘for the principle’

saw you laying in the sun and thought you were tanning, but soap was kind enough to point out “nah she’s just not used to feeling the sun. you know, with her hermit habits..” that got him a kick to the shin and a rumbling chuckle from price that had your eyelashes fluttering along with your stomach

you guys building a sand castle because you strayed from the group and found him in his and i quote “old man time”. smoking a cigar perched on a beach chair, a ripe sunburn on his chest that had you sighing and wincing at once. hands itching to take out some aloe and help ease the burn, but he didn’t even flinch

he just sees you drop off your stuff and head to the shallows with a tiny orange bucket and he just kinda follows you. watches for a moment before he feels pulled to trudge through the warm sand towards you

at first only making short and direct comments on your sandcastle architecture whilst taking puffs of his cigar

loving the burn of sweetness in his chest it gave him. it was nearly the same feeling when you laughed mid recom mission in the Arctic. it had been the first time he ever heard you truly laugh. he never forgot it. the hue. the pitch. he remembered he stopped shaking, as if his brain was in too much shock at the beauty of the sound to realize he was freezing. as in that moment he had never felt so warm in his life.

but after you huff and tell him to ‘do it himself’ he folds and basically throws the stub out (you make him throw it out properly after istg) and this 37 year old, 6’2 unit, gets on his bad knees to help you form the damp sand monstrosity

and after a genuine hour of hushed focus and teamwork

“looks like an evil dwelling.” you say it seriously. your hand poised on your chin, eyes catching ever smoothed edge and exaggerated curve and dip on the soft structure

prices lips twitched. “that right?”

“mhm.”

and he took a minute. fingers drawing a moat along the side of the castle that had your teeth biting into your lower lip slightly. “why work so hard on something just for it to wash away?” he asked, eyes on the separating sand drawn from his touch

it’s not about the sand castle. you know that. but this was surely something you should be asking instead and having him reassure you about

“was the work purposeful?” your voice as strong as the setting sun behind you

he nodded. his eyes a bright blue in the bright peach rays of the setting sun. the light catching onto strands of his beard, and framing his mouth in gold

then maybe it washing away was apart of the job. the end of it. we just didn’t know it.”

and he holds your gaze, noting the glaze in your eyes. the sheen.

sometimes he forgot how young you were. but with your hands next to his and covered in sand, knees knocked and pricked with bruises, hair up and secured with a scarf, you looked painfully young.

too young to know the pain of all your hard work washing away. again and again.

and he’s speaking before he’s even thinking

“i’d build a thousand sand castles with you.” he rasped.

you smiled, bright and beautiful. unrestrained. “yeah?”

“mhm.” he mocked.

and you shuffled closer, just a little scoot of your knees in but it has his breath catching hard

“and i’d wait for them to wash away. and truly only be excited, because we could start anew.”

[taintedbenevolence]

Yandere!Vanitas - General Headcanons + Scenario

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Yandere!Vanitas x Fem!Reader Theme: You've captured Vanitas's undivided attention, and at first, it's nothing more than a lighthearted, romanticized bond. Over time, though, you start to realize that his interest in you has far more serious connotations than you initially thought.

TW (Trigger Warnings): Unhealthy, obsessive/possessive behavior, manipulation, stalking, kidnapping, drugging, mentions of murder.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were traveling to Paris alongside Noé in the same airship. The two of you were well acquainted with the time given to chat aboard.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were also present when Amelia "confirmed" herself as a vampire. When she tried to latch onto you, Vanitas emerged from the window, pinning you to the ground instead of Amelia.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After a few seconds of staring, he shook his head, turning around. He then let you go, chasing after the curse-bearer as you ran away.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After disembarking the airship, you'd long since forgotten the raven-haired doctor, and you had by now settled in the Hôtel Chouchou, staying in a comfortable, spacious room.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Every week, a newspaper would be left on the doormat of your door to pick up. And usually, it was simply about vampires rampaging through the city. It might've been offputting, but you shrugged it off, hoping the "Chasseurs" would deal with it.

𓆩⟡𓆪 However, this time around, it was about a blue glow seen in a building not far from the hotel you resided in. Reports said traces of vampires remained there and a certain grimoire had been spotted.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You turned around the page, and you saw a white piece of paper, that contained a signature. Dante, it read. Apparently, this "Dante" had left you this piece.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Upon exiting the hotel, a redhead called you, and he introduced himself as Dante, the one who left you the piece of paper that morning.

𓆩⟡𓆪 The two of you talked for a while, and he left eventually, leaving you with the message that you should be careful and that he suggested you go to the hotel early before sundown given the recent vampire surges.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You decided to accept his advice, and things went rather normal for about a week or two, the vampire attacks diminishing slightly over the course of said time.

𓆩⟡𓆪 One night, however, you had exited late from a meeting in a particular estate. Due to business affairs, you'd come to deal with a couple of matters elsewhere, and you had to stay far from the hotel you'd go to early before it was dark.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were walking through the streets when a velvet fog started to surround you, a deep, low growl filling the ambiance. Holding your bag close to your chest, you trudged forward carefully, letting out a scream when a dark, fanged creature lunged towards you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Now, this had marked the second time a vampire had attempted to bite you—a curse bearer no less. You were sure that you were not escaping this time, and you'd most likely die. You closed your eyes, heart racing, a part of you hoping you'd live.

✦•• ────── • ────── ••✦ ❤ ✦•• ────── • ────── ••✦

Your footsteps were light and quick, beads of sweat running down your face. It was unusually quiet, more so than it normally was, and it was growing to be unsettling by the minute with the fog that crept upon the floor tiles that you walked on.

Lamposts' lights flickered on occasion, adding to the eerieness of your current position. Nevertheless, your face remained calm and poised, your breaths quiet and paced. The only unnerving sounds in the ambiance were occasional, deep growls that came from an unknown source.

It sounded almost like said growls belonged to an animal, but, you highly doubted such growls would be heard in a city district of all places. Still, you could only walk forth, looking back a few times to make sure nothing was following you.

It was when you bumped into a ruffled, soft figure that you looked up, meeting the burning gaze of what you could only identify as a vampire. A curse-bearer. It horrified you. A nervous laugh left your lips, your eyes rather.. wide, as you stepped back slowly, a chill running down your spine.

You gulped, making a run for it, your arm being tightly grasped as you writhed, your effort being in vain as you felt the teeth of the vampire begin to graze your skin. You closed your eyes, tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes.

But the pain doesn't come. Not the physical one, anyways.

You feel a sudden push, and an all-consuming blue light surrounds the area as the vampire hisses, most likely not content now that its prey has escaped. You manage to see a tall man dressed in black, and—

Wait.

Something is.. oddly familiar about this individual. Taking a closer look, you remember back when you were on the airship, and this same individual had broken in through the observation gallery.

"Remember me, darling?"

Not long after, the vampire seems to have been cured and it's passed out. The man turns over to you, a smirk on his face as he kneels down to your fallen figure. "I suppose it's time for proper introductions, no?"

You're bewildered by this man's actions. He has his gloved hand extended, and you reluctantly take it as you stare. "You.. you were the one who broke in through the gallery in the airship!" you exclaim, and the man covers your mouth with his gloved hand.

"It's a bit late, mademoiselle, I'd recommend you lower your voice," he says, his index finger over his lips as a signal to tell you to be quiet. "And please, don't mention that. Standing behind prison bars once is enough of an unpleasant experience."

You furrow your brows as you fix up your pea coat that's been adjusted, and you let out a sigh. "So, who exactly are you?" you ask with an accusatory tone. The man flashes a bright smile as he chuckles. "My name is Vanitas—I'm a doctor specializing in vampires."

A doctor specializing in vampires..?

"...Alright then," you respond, shaking the doctor's hand. "What about you? You seem like a modest woman," Vanitas asks, smiling gently at you. "Y/N. Y/N L/N," you answer. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"If I may ask, what's a fine lady like yourself doing out at these hours?" the doctor asks, walking with you aimlessly around the city. "To put it simply, I had business affairs, leading me a bit further than I usually go. I left late," you answered.

"I see," Vanitas hums. "Do you fancy a cup of coffee, then?" he says, smiling. You nod, smiling. "How about we keep talking for a while and I then walk you back to your hotel?" the doctor invites. "Sure," you accept, complying with the raven-haired male.

The two of you form mundane chatter along the way to a nearby café shop, where you're able to (luckily) find yourselves a seat together. "Late-night couple walks?" the waiter asks, and you shake your head rapidly, a red hue tainting your face. "No, we've only just met."

Vanitas laughs, as he pokes your shoulder. "That's what they all say, don't they?" he muses, delighted as you face-palm in embarrassment. "What can I get for you two, then?" the waiter interrupts, smiling.

"Just a cup of coffee," you say, a smile curving your lips. "Make that two," Vanitas adds, the waiter nodding as he walks away with the small notepad in hand. You sigh, stretching as you feel the evening breeze pass by.

"Are you liking Paris, Y/N?" the doctor asks, as you snap your head in his direction, facing him. "It's lovely, I'd say," you answer. "I've never been here, but, smooth sailing so far." The doctor nods, and he turns in the direction of the streets, his eyes focused on the sky.

Soon enough, the waiter returns with both of your cups of coffee, and you murmur thanks, the waiter leaving the two of you in peace. "You like the stars?" you ask, taking a sip from your coffee. Vanitas shakes his head, smiling.

"It's not the stars I'm looking at," he muses, sighing lightly. "The moon.. that's what stands out to me." You stare as if lost in a daze. "The moon...?" you murmur. "That brings to question, Y/N," Vanitas begins.

"Have you ever heard the tale of the Vampire of the Blue Moon?"

You slowly tilt your head. "Doesn't.. ring a bell," you answer. "I'll do you a favor and retell you the story then," the doctor says. "Retell?" you interrupt. "That vampire—Noé Archiviste—was on the same airship you boarded, was he not?" Vanitas says.

He was a vampire?...

"He was searching for my grimoire, and he even took the time to tell the story about my past's origins in a dramatic way," he states. "I'd applaud him for the effort—it made my entrance far more enigmatically ornamented."

"How come I've never heard about it, though?" you asked. "Don't ask me, you had your head in the clouds. Maybe you saw something you liked," Vanitas stated, smirking. "Like me."

"I don't love you, we've only just met a few moments prior," you said, shifting uncomfortably. "I barely even know you." Vanitas then chuckled, taking a sip from his coffee, facing you. His blue eyes shone bright, and his expression took a malevolent contortion. He laughed, a dark smirk adorning his expression.

"You may not know me, but darling, I know you far too well."

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𓆩⟡𓆪 A part of you hopes he's joking when he says that, but you know it's not likely. You try to brush it off as him being a flirt or such as you continue talking throughout the night until you both finish your coffee.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As agreed upon, Vanitas guides you to your hotel, happy to tell you that he also has a room within the Hôtel Chouchou. You then bid him good night, and head to sleep after a long shower.

𓆩⟡𓆪 But he doesn't go to sleep. He's.. entranced. This isn't like Jeanne, he thinks. He believes fully this time without any sort of lie or deception that you are the one for him.

𓆩⟡𓆪 And so he opens his window, climbing out, and silently treading upon the roof until he finds your room from the outside. His blue eyes scan your sleeping form entirely as he descends slowly and carefully.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He opens your window, making no noise, seeing your chest rise up and down rhythmically as you breathe silently, your eyes shut tight. He looks at you and god does he think he's finally seen an angel.

𓆩⟡𓆪 However, he knows that something about the way he feels.. isn't exactly right. It doesn't seem healthy but to him? He really couldn't care less right now. He's got a newly found plaything to toy with, he's not letting you go.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Now, Vanitas isn't one to fall in love with just about anyone—and this would also apply to your case, because he knows that truthfully, he's not in love, he's obsessed and he loves it despite being painfully aware of how unhealthy this could be for both you and him.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Yet he's willing to throw everything away for a mere desire that festered in his heart. He feels like a heart-struck lunatic, but he revels in that fact. At least, the dark crevices of his mind and heart does.

𓆩⟡𓆪 The next day, you find him delivering you some breakfast though he's merely been watching you sleep since last night. You find it a bit strange, but he says he's just doing both you and the others a favor.

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"Vanitas...?" you murmur, yawning. "What are you doing in my room?" The vampire doctor smiles at you as he hands you a plate with food. "I'm doing you a favor." You blink twice, before slowly turning down to look at the food on your plate.

Vanitas hands you silverware, smiling at you. "Eat up," he says, nudging your shoulder. You look at the omelet served on your plate, and you hear a small rumble from your stomach. "That's your cue," Vanitas chuckles, as he reaches for his coat he'd left overnight to not be overly clothed whilst he observed you.

It was a better (and fresher) option to take off his coat throughout his.. "visit." He fiddled with his gloved fingers, happy to see you'd chowed down what he'd prepared. "I take it you liked it, huh?" the doctor said, walking over to you. "It tastes great," you said. "Thank you for doing this."

Vanitas only chuckled, taking your plate. "Don't mention it," he said, leaving it in a nearby sink. "Do you want to go outside for a walk?" You tilt your head, a smile forming on your lips. "Are you asking me out?" you laugh. "Do you accept my invitation is the question," Vanitas responds. "But it can be a date if that's what you want."

You shake your head, laughing. "I was merely joking," you reply. "But that's alright with me, I'll be out in a minute." The doctor nods slowly, before leaving you to your own devices. You then change, going outside and meeting up with Vanitas.

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𓆩⟡𓆪 And it turns out to be like this every day; you wake up, Vanitas treats you to breakfast, casually asks you out, and the two of you spend time together.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After a week of doing this, it's practically become routine, yet you know you have to say goodbye to this. You took a trip to Paris. You aren't staying, you have to return to where you came from.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You made good friends with Vanitas, but you think it's about time you bid him goodbye. You see Noé's been wandering around with Vanitas, so you also take the opportunity to talk to him shortly before leaving.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You then finally present the matter to the vampire doctor.

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"Vanitas," you start, gaining the attention from the raven-haired doctor. "Yes?" he replies, tilting his head whilst the two of you walk through a district. "There's something I want to tell you," you say with your usual tone.

A strange filling instills inside of Vanitas, as if something's not exactly right about this notice. "Well then," he begins absentmindedly. "Out with it." You purse your lips, before relaxing, letting out a sigh.

"I'm leaving Paris, and well, France as a whole," you stated, Vanitas's breath hitching. "May I know why so suddenly?" he asks, attempting to put over a lax, calm facade. "I didn't wish to dampen our previous outings, so, I thought I'd mention it before I leave," you answer, scratching the back of your neck.

Vanitas sighed. "Well then," he begins. "You should make the most of your day. When do you depart?" You chuckle lightly before answering his question. "I leave at the strike of midnight." The doctor nods before stretching out his arms, yawning slightly.

"Then may I have one last date with you?" he asks, his eyes half-lidded but still somewhat content. You laugh bitterly, a wry smile etched on your face. "If that's what you want," you say. "I'll happily comply."

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Vanitas is not happy you're leaving. You can't do this. Not to him. Not when you've progressed this far. He refuses to accept such a reality.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After all, he's been following, observing, and protecting you every day after the airship, making sure not a single person or vampire lays a hand on your perfect, frail body. It can't all be for naught.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He has to figure out a way to make you stay, either by persuasion, dissuasion, or coercion. He will find a way, but, he doesn't have a lot of time, and he also has to entertain you simultaneously to keep your head busy.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He has to think, and fast. Time is ticking, and it will run out soon. However, he also realizes: isn't it just easier to invite you over and lock you in his dormitory? Though he recognizes you're at least smart enough to not fall into that one.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He's been busy thinking whilst you walk through Paris with him, seeing the remaining sights on this last day. He really hopes you don't ask him what's on his mind; he wouldn't want to lie to his beloved, even if it's not beneath him to.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Thankfully, though, the day manages to pass by without any questions, and the two of you return to the Hôtel Chouchou. You decide to start packing your bags, and Vanitas nods, leaving you to your own devices.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Not long after you've finished packing your bags, lights begin to flicker. Seconds later, a power outage occurs, and you try to find your way out, a strange feeling creeping up in you as you hear unmatched footsteps.

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Thud

The noise of someone falling down onto your floor suddenly causes you to turn around, dread filling you as you try to look around, seeing nothing but darkness. Specks of blue are scattered around, and you're lost, looking around.

" Y/N ... ? "

And it's the sound of your name being called in such a familiar tone that has you slightly unnerved yet calm. It sounds so similar to one you've heard before, but it's a voice of one you can't quite place.

Yet it's not enough time for you to think before wires and ropes bind you, a scream emitting from you as a soft cloth is pressed onto your mouth. You feel yourself start to slip as you cough, your consciousness slowly draining.

You stumble, your assailant holding you, preventing you from falling as the lights flicker back on. You can now see the black glove that you know so well holding you together, but before you get to say anything, the doctor silences you.

"It's alright," he murmurs into your ear, the sound of your heartbeat pulsing fast echoing through your head. "You're safe now." And you pray to god that you are because you want to run free.

You can only muster out the doctor's name, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you choke on your sobs. He hears you beg, plead, even if muffled, but you stop midway, as you hear yourself drop.

"I'm sorry, my love," the doctor whispers, as he wipes away the tears that roll down your puffed cheeks. He buries his face in your neck, his eyes glowing a bright blue that make the only light in your dim room.

"But this.. is for the best," he finishes, carrying your unconscious, but alive body out the window, the glow of the blue, full moon shining down on the two of you. He smiles at you, seeing your calm, peaceful expression. He sighs bitterly, but his smile betrays his anguish.

"If only you could see the beautiful moon that stands upon this glamorous night..."

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[slasherhoe87]

we need more of old man Myers ☹

Yes, dear Anon, we do! Which is why I'm going to write these headcanons for all of us.

Peepaw Myers x GN Reader

👨🏻‍🦳WHAT IT'S LIKE LIVING WITH PEEPAW MICHAEL MYERS👨🏻‍🦳:

Peepaw never speaks - ever. The only noises that pass through his easily bruised lips (DON'T give him corn on the cob again!) on a regular basis are grunts and grumbles

Leaves the toilet seat up

Misses most of the time too - expect to find urine on the seat lid and the wall behind the toilet

Never wears his work boots anymore - even on hunts.

Peepaw doesn't give a shit anymore and wears his slippers and bathrobe over his coveralls all the time, even when out killing

Its certainly a sight when he comes back home in the wee hours of the morning, his blue and green tartan slippers tracking blood through the kitchen, bathrobe swaying gently behind him

Sits on the porch in your grandma's old rocking chair most of the day eating soft candies just waiting to scare off pesky kids who dare to put one toe on the lawn

Technology is the devil

Holds the cellphone you bought for him like its going to eat him alive

Only replies with 👍🏻 and 'ok' when you send him a text

Thinks modern horror films are garbage and lack the charm and suspense the superior older ones had

Naps regularly throughout the day. Either in the rocking chair on the porch or the recliner in the living room

He's dying for a nice steak but his poor teeth just can't handle it.

Generally doesn't drink but enjoys a small bourbon or brandy some nights before bed

Takes up most of the bed and hogs the duvet

Stares longingly at the harder candies - especially candy corn at the store before you pull him away and guide him to the softer candies

Backseat driver

Feeds all the stray cats at the nearby park

Chases away all the dogs

Complains at the prices of everything

Gives waiters/waitresses and cashiers the stink eye because of this even though its not their fault

Has a picture of Laurie behind the side door of the garage and throws darts at it

Your threaten to send him to Sunny Meadows nursing home when he gets too difficult

Will try and fix something before you buy a new one

Likes rock 'n' roll and classic metal

Thinks modern music is trash and soulless noise

Likes to take late afternoon strolls with you in the park while holding hands

Doesn't own a single pair of underwear - he's commando all day every day

Refuses to go the doctors for anything

You end up bribing him with making his favourite pie: strawberry and rhubarb

Gives you the reins more often in the bedroom than he used to

Happy to lie on his aching back at let you do the work (he wouldn't even dream of letting you be so in charge a few years prior)

Enjoys soft love making more than he used to

Likes drinking your homemade sweet tea and lemonade on the porch

Will pinch your bottom every time he walks past you

Likes to crack his knuckles

Wants to murder your neighbor (she's a clone of Corey Cunningham's mother)

Hates loud parties. Will go to the offending house and cut their power before walking back home with a satisfied smile

Likes cuddling with you in bed and peppering your neck and cheek with chaste kisses

I could go on and on really. But anyway, hope you enjoy! 🎃❤

[not-a-robot-i-swear-really]

Let's get some positivity back in the fandom! What's your favorite Eddie moment or HC that you have? Favorite episode or fic? Anything!

Awww, thanks for the ask!

For a headcanon, I think Eddie would have been the type to pull on your pigtails as a kid.

Everytime he sees you his stomach feels weird but in a not-bad way, and then you talk and his face gets hot like after he runs around with the others on the playground

He doesn't understand it at all, so he reacts in the way that many boys do; by messing with you more. He kicks over your sandcastles, chases you around with snakes in his hand, and calls you doodoo-head and peeface, and whatever other insults his 8-year-old can come up with

When he pulls on your hair is the last straw for you, cause your mother spent hours the night before to make it look pretty for your birthday

You turn around and punch him right in the nose, and that escalates into a full fight fuelled by the rest of the class cheering you on (but really it's more of a beatdown cause you're the only one doing any hitting)

Later when you and Eddie sit in the principal's office and his Uncle Wayne comes to pick him up, and after Eddie's forced to apologize to you, Wayne has to sit him down and explain that harassment is not the right way to get a girl's attention when you like her

From that day forward, Eddie's behavior takes a complete 180. He's leaving love letters on your desk and giving you wildflowers he picked on the edge of the playground. You never take him up on the dating but he becomes a constant presence in your life

Eddie was there to comfort you when you had your first breakup, he helped you out when you had your first period, and when you got old enough to drive, he lets you drive with his van to help you learn (he doesn't even let Hellfire Club touch his van!)

Now you're coming up on graduation and Eddie on his (hopefully) final year of high school, and the two of you are practically inseparable. You've been accepted to a college out of state, and Wayne managed to pull some strings to get him a job at a mechanic's in Hawkins

Eddie tells you happy for you, and he is, but you can't help but notice the heartwrenching look in his eyes when he tells you that (it makes your heart squeeze everytime you think about)

Now you're the one with butterflies in your stomach and your face getting hot when you look at him

At first you try to avoid him to make the feeling go away, but when Eddie calls to ask you why, you cave almost immediately

You don't want to leave him, but you don't want to take the leap either - high school sweethearts almost never work out - but you can't help the way your heart flies when Eddie looks at you

So when the two of you finally graduate cause fuck you Duffer Brothers, I say he's alive you decided to take the leap before you leave for college - and Eddie says yes

You never leave each other side, for the rest of your lives❤

[kaaaaaaarf]

Hi!! Here to chase away boredom and I'm gonna go with the airport theme...

What kind of airport person are our favourite maurader era people? Who's there chronically early? Who forgets their passport? Who spends what at the duty free etc. I want any and all of your airport headcanons please! ❤❤❤

Hi Rory! ❤ Excellent questions!!

James is airport dad to me. He has everyone's passports, has printed out the itinerary, he's made sure they are all four hours early for their flight.

Petey P is the anxiety flyer. He is at the bar mixing vodka with his sleeping pills so he can just sleep through the flight. He spends the whole time with his leg jittering until he can get on the plane and pass out. He will go to the bathroom about three times before the flight just in case and hasn't eaten anything since midnight the day before to prevent stomach upset on the plane (and to help make those pills and vodka really hit)

Sirius lovessss duty free. He is checking out all the stands and has waited to buy a bottle of his cologne until he was there so he could get it on the cheap. One time he came back to where Remus was sitting at the gate with three cartons of cigarettes and Remus was like....???? You don't even smoke???? He is also hitting up the convenience store and getting every kind of candy and chocolate he can, and has also gotten a fizzy bev (and a plain, regular water for Moony).

Speaking of Remus, I feel like he just hunkers down at the gate in the most comfortable clothing he owns. He's got his favourite hoodie on and over his head, he's slumped in the chair, and is listening to his favourite tunes.

Regulus isn't even sitting with them. He is in the airline lounge enjoying an espresso and whatever novel he is reading at the moment. It's nice and quiet and he is at peace.

please entertain me with asks I’m in airport purgatory

[restlesscrybaby]

Okay before I start I just wanna say that I love your work!! Now onto the request during your wonderful obsessive headcannons for Jack he would watch the reader through his orb and it was his lucky day when he saw them *ahem* masturbate. Could you possibly write what would happen if the reader slipped Jack's name out while they shamelessly touched themself? Again I love your work!!! ❤

THANK YOU SOO MUCH!! I'm so glad yall love my writings so much!!

And oh my god this idea

~ JACK HORNER OBSESSIVE/YANDERE HEADCANONS. ~

~ PART 2: THE ELECTRIC BOOGALOO. AKA, NAME SLIP. ~

~ CONTENT WARNING : SMUT,

~ SMUT CONTAINS : Masturbation, name moaning. ~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Oh how he loved watching you. Every action. Every step. Every yawn, every blink, every stretch, every dance, every drawing, every pottery, every crocheting, every sewing, everything. No matter your hobby, he loved it. No matter the situation he loved it.

Of course, when he's feeling himself, his favorite is when you undress. Whether it be to shower, whether it be to get dressed in something new, whether it be to get a nice bubble bath, whether it be to even just slip on a swim suit righr over every bare inch of flesh.

However.

His all time favorite when he was Horny Horner (tm) was when you masturbated.

Oh, God how he adored how you felt yourself...

Oh, he adored every last bit of it. How you rubbed that little center, that ached and practically hollered for the pleasure that it so desired. Oh, how the slick seeped out your entrance, trickling ever so much down your ass, upon your bed, that created a tiny puddle beneath you. Oh, God, how you fondled your chest, your breasts squeezed in your own hand, desperate to feel the increase of pleasure that made you chase that orgasm even more. Your back arching up.. The way your head reared back, your teeth gritting as you let out desperate gasps. Your brows furrowing, how desperately you needed that orgasm.

( MALE READER! ) Oh, he adored every last bit of it. How you rubbed from the base to the tip, that practically screamed and ached for more and more. Oh, and how your precum slipped from the little center of your tip, dripping down the shaft of your cock. Oh god, how you stroked yourself, starting off so slow, practically taunting yourself to make your orgasm stronger. Oh, don't even let him begin with how your back arched. How your head reared back... How your teeth grit together, exasperated gasps escaping from between your teeth as you chased the orgasm that rised in your tinted pink cock.

... Of course,

He couldn't help but feel himself through his leather pants, using his palm to rub at the bulge that caused his pants to feel much tighter. He would pop off a button on his trousers, soon popping off another. He would slip those pants down, just enough, his tongue ready to slip out his mouth as he let his boxers breathe, now out of those pants. He would have the orb cushion upon his desk, resting it down upon the little cushion that sank only a little under its weight. He would hook his thumbs on the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down to free the erection that dripped mercilessly with precum. To watch. To enjoy. To indulge in every inch of flesh that showed in that little fog of you in the orb.

One day, he angrily stormed into his office.

Terrible pies, workers messing up, no one seemed to even be trying, this and this and THAT! Oh, the worst part? You called out SICK.

SICK?

BAH! YOU SHOULD'VE CAME TO WORK!!

He opened the door to his office angrily, as his heels cracked against the mahogany boards that lined up to make his floor. He stomped, practically shaking the floor every time he walked. He plopped himself down in his chair, as he leaned back. The, needlessly tacky but not to him, stain glass mural shined brightly into the room. He put a palm over his eyes, as he undid the neck scarf that adorned his suit, easily slipping it off with a sigh.

...

He could check the ball.

You wouldn't be doing anything bad. Right? He knew you better.

I mean, he kinda had too.

He needed to know what you were doing, what you liked, what you enjoyed, he needed to know it all.

He stood back up, as he set his necktie up onto his desk, as one end of it dangled off the desk, halfway ready to fall off. He walked towards the shelf that adorned the pink crystal that has helped him so far along the way..

He slid it into the palm of his hand, as the other reached and took the cushion. He walked back to that chair that he loved so much, specially made for him and he sat himself down. He dropped the cushion onto the desk, as it fell with a sad fwomp sound. He placed the crystal ball so gently upon the cushion, so it would hold the play just right, where he wouldn't need to hold it.

Of course, what did he request. To see you, duh.

The sickening pink hue morphed together, creating a sickening mix of colors that looked like an artists nightmare, but it soon cleared...

Ohhh...

He smirked, that evil smirk that showed his beautiful crooked teeth. His top teeth snatched ahold of his bottom lip, pulling the lip in before releasing it. ... You weren't sick..

You felt yourself, your body trembling, practically with joy to relax in a better kind of way. Your juices were seeping from the entrance that was just ready for him to slip in.

( MALE READER. ) You felt yourself, your body trembling, practically with joy to relax in a better kind of way. Your juices seeping from the entrance that was letting you know how ready you were. Almost begging him to fuck you.

Oh my god. He felt his pants get tighter, feeling a distinct twitch eroding from his cock. As he began to pop off the buttons on them. One, by one, with a satisfying pop sound.

Your legs convulsed, as your head reared back. Your other hand grabbed the sheets, as your body trembled. Oh god. You were really into it, huh?

He slid his pants to his ankles, as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, letting his hard erection free itself for air. Precum gently dripped from it, as he wrapped a hand around his shaft, right at the base.

You mumbled something, as he listened closer. He wondered what you said, but he couldn't care. Well, he could, what if it was some random guys name? Bah. But, he lifted his hand up, reaching the tip, in a long, tedious stroke of the hand.

".. Oh.. Jack..~," You shamelessly purred out, your legs convulsing as you fantasied about your boss. Bending you over the desk, fucking you like a power hungry animal...

He stopped.

Whay was that.

You did it again, with a sultry giggle after...

Oh my god.

His tongue hung out his mouth, drool threatened to spill out his mouth and oh it did. He couldn't help himself. In the rush of adrenaline, he shot himself up out of his chair.

His strokes now short but quick, feeling his own cock throb as you fantasized about him. All those things he wanted to do to you...

Oh god.

He bottomed out, his groans animalistic and desperate, a few little whines escaped from between his lips, in the need for more. More. More. It was like he could see you infront of him now.

His own fantasies practically slamming into his brain as lust took over his body, with a pulsing shiver down his spine.

Over the desk, against the wall, oh god against the window for all to see, making people watch, showing who you belonged too, in the carriage, in the kitchen, in his bedroom, in the shower,

Oh god oh god oh god.

Need.

Want.

Need.

Want.

More.

...

Soon, in a sudden rush of adrenaline, he chased the orgasm that began to rise up in his cock... He couldn't even help himself. His strokes becoming sloppy, needy, more, want more.

Drool dripped out of his mouth, as he practically bucked his hips into his own hand.

Your hips bucked intonyour own hand. Chasing the orgasm that was building inside of you.

"S-- SAY it--," He hissed, desperate, a strained tone to his voice, "Say my name-- holyshit-- Please--"

"JAaackk!" You drooled out, like a madman.

He hissed, a sudden tidal wave crashing into him like he was in a storm, cum splurging out onto his desk, some even daring to hit the crystal ball. Guess he underestimated how close it was.

You cried out, a sudden tidal wave crashing into you like you were in a storm, your own cum splurging out of you, onto your bed ( or hand for male readers ). Your body trembling as you rode out your own high.

...

Holy shit.

He sat and stared, his eyes wide and huge. Oh my god.

A smile loomed onto his face.

You...

You liked him.

All of this wasn't for nothing...

The one magic he wants.

Your love.

It was HIS.

His mind began to scream at him;

ALL OF IT.

HE NEEDED ALL OF IT.

HIS.

HIS.

NOBODY ELSESSSS!!

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Rushed due to a storm omg why are many of these now rushed eepy

I'm gonna write a second part I love this idea so much.

Enjoy!

[italeean]

Hi, Elle! I saw you’ve written for BSD before and wanted to know if you had any tk headcanons for Ranpo? 🥺 If you’ve made any before, I’d love to be linked them to read!

Helloooo how are you? I wanted to start with something soft before diving back into my requests, and your hcs arrived just at the right timing!! I wanted to thank the amazing tumblr user @jettorii for helping me with these amazing ideas, and here I'll leave you the link to his own ranpo hcs, and trust me, they're A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. Buona lettura 💚🩶❤ (Have a nice reading)

Ranpo Hcs

Lee

Level of sensitivity: 9/10

His worst spots are his tummy and his ears

He totally has squeaky giggles, like a kid, and his laughter is contagious

He's a squirmer, and he kicks with his legs

He cannot handle people blowing in his ears, and Dazai always has some secret to whisper in his ear...

Sometimes he tries to ambush people, but it utterly backfires... especially with Yosano

Sometimes Fukuzawa uses tickling as a punishment (see the episode of bsd wan where Rampo ate Fukuzawa's cake, but I think that this scene has potential)

TICKLE FIGHTS WITH KENJI. PERIOD.

No matter how bad he gets tickled, he'll keep being sassy, witty and a little know-it-all

Sometimes the members of the Agency tickle him to tire him out when he eats too many snacks and goes on a sugar high... which is very often

Ler

Two words: LITTLE. SHIT.

He's the type to laugh along with his lee, and make a fake low-pitched evil laugh... which makes the whole situation even more flustering

He's a playful ler in general, while Dazai and Yosano are more sadistic and evil

He uses his super deduction to find every single spot on his lee, paying attention to every spot he reaches and taking mental notes of every reaction

He's the only one who had the nerve to tickle Fukuzawa... and luckily for him, the President just laughed it off for once

When Atsushi joined the Agency, Ranpo picked on him all the time, making the poor weretiger screech under his pokes on a daily basis

He even wrecked Yosano once, when she tried to steal his snacks. Now people don't even ask him to share... they don't wanna be wrecked that badly

He's more likely to give squeezes and pokes, instead of light traces and scribbles (that's more Poe's style)... and he gives raspberries as often as he can

He loved tickling two lees at once as if he was playing piano

He wouldn't be that good at chasing people, because he has zero orientation skills. He he'll locate them in 2 seconds, but then he'll send someone else to get them for him

AAAAAAAAHHH RANPO WITH A KITTEN!! AKSJV I HAD TO PUT THIS GIF HERE!! 😭❤️

[gloomiebearwritings]

any sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons for nightwolf? 👀 ur writing is awesome btw

Thank you, anon! Hope you enjoy~ ❤❤❤

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SFW

Every morning he wakes up before you he’ll leave a little note telling you where he’s going, and giving you a little kiss before he leaves

If you come home after he’s already gone to bed, you’ll find he’s left you a note telling you he was in bed, and that he left some food in the fridge for you from when he made dinner

No matter how long the two of you have been together, he still takes you out on little adventures as dates

He’ll teach you how to hunt so the two of you could spend more time together, and so he could see you out in the wild more

Any time he takes you out hunting though he’ll always be keeping a close eye on you, making sure you don’t get hurt

When you’re both restless at night he’ll hold you close and tell you stories he was always told as a kid

He’ll show you how to make little trinkets, often making little beaded jewelry for you in his spare time

If your hair is longer, he’ll help you braid it and decorate it, always telling you how gorgeous your hair is

NSFW

He’s a little closed off at first during intimate times, but once you two are close enough you’ll find he’s quite needy

While not the kinkiest, he’s willing to try quite a few things with you, especially things that you like

Over time he’ll begin to let you take more and more lead, knowing you’d never take advantage of him

Much prefers to give oral than receive- your pleasure being the most important thing to him, and your sounds of bliss being one of his favorite things

Most certainly has a praise kink, adoring the way you so tenderly praise him for bringing you your bliss

Doesn’t mind being on top from time to time, but would much rather feel you use his body to chase your climaxes

Loves mutual marking, leaving little purple bruises on one another- finding the feeling of being made yours to be one of the best

[dozing-composing]

Hiya! I absolutely love your Venture Bros headcanons, it's great seeing writers for the fandom, and I was wondering if mayhaps you could write some Jefferson Twilight x reader hcs?

Y'all Are So Sweet, Omg. Thank You So Much!!! I Really Can't Say How Much I Appreciate Everyone For Enjoying My Content. You Guys Got Me Smiling And Kicking My Feet! ❤︎ Jefferson Twilight Really Is An Underrated Character, I Love Him So Much. Hope You Enjoy!

ᴊᴇꜰꜰᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

✦ Okay, so, I think he'd be the type to joke around. Like a lot. For example, say you both are at one of Orpheus's gatherings. He will have you cracking up by mocking his friend and making little witty remarks. ✦ Speaking of witty remarks, he can be VERY sassy. Imagine him with his hand on his hip and wagging his finger going, "Oh no you didn't!" ✦ Nonetheless! He is full of passion, and can make you weak to your knees. ✦ He'd mimic the same tropes he's seen in movies or TV. It's raining? He lifts part of his coat for you to stay dry under. Got a new outfit? He just looks at you in awe. ✦ The BEST hype man. Ever. He'll be cheering you on for anything. Even if you're doing something simple like drinking water. ⤷ "YES! YEAAAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT BABY!" ✦ He's your greatest support, your rock. He's always looking out for you. If you need space, he'll give it to you. If you're feeling down, he's telling you how much he loves you and how proud he is of how far you've come. ✦ He'd get one of his magic buddies to make you a protection charm or spell. Not that he couldn't protect you himself, it's just.... he's not magic. Well, he doesn't have the same abilities his friends do. ✦ Bringing in my next point, he's a tad jealous of his friends for having sorcery abilities. He thinks about it so much that he gets a little insecure about himself. Add you to the picture and he gets panicky. There's a lot of "what if" questions. He just wants you safe and protected at all times. Chase those thoughts away for him and let him know that he's all you need! ✦ He would give you the fangs he harvested. You find it weird and disgusting at first, but it's his way of showing that he's constantly thinking about you. ✦ He would also take you out for night drives in the Blood Vessel. It doesn't make a difference if you both have a conversation or if you both ride in silence, he'll cherish every second of it. ✦ I also like to think he has insomnia. At least a touch of it. When he sees your sleeping form, however, it brings a new peace about him. If he can't sleep, he's still going to hold you and rest his eyes.

Overall, He Is Husband Material. Peak Male Performance. I Am Not Biased.

[klavery]

tell us your klavery hcs about how they started dating^^ (who asked who first, where they go for dates, first kisses/hand holding, etc)

EEEK! I AM SO SORRY!!! this took a while 2 answer cuz i wrote a whole frickin ESSAY! i guess thats what happens when u ask tumblr user klavery 2 talk about klavery, lol.... ANYWAYS,

ok ok omg... firstly i want 2 warn that i clearly take them wayy too seriously and romanticize the fuck out of them and its rly embarrassing bcuz they are stupid but i am just too gone 4 them at this point so 😊👍

SO LIKE!!! avery being aspec + autistic in my minds eye affects pretty much everything abt their relationship 2 romance & dating & stuff... so that & the fact theyre like a dorky awkward nerd to me makes them pretty passive & nervous abt romance stuff, at least at first! avery seems like they could b the suave confident type when it comes 2 romance, which is the kind of person i think their character develops into once they get the hang of it (still a silly dork tho OF COURSE). that being said, in the beginning, avery wasnt usually the one to initiate things often! klara was his first everything... his first crush, his first kiss, everything like that (as opposed to klaras like, 20 exes, lol) so he was kind of inexperienced XP

the development of their relationship is like... at first they HATED each other, they found each other so ANNOYING and INSUFFERABLE, naturally... until a little problem in the form of a 13 year old child showed up at the dojo. apparently this kid was enough of a mutual threat to get the two of them to tolerate each other enough to reluctantly team up... also can i say they r literally like cartoon antagonists to me? they are SO funny and dumb i am SO obsessed... anyways! after the whole main plot of the isle of armor is over, they still kinda almost, try 2 awkwardly ignore each other? tsunderes... they cant admit theyre growing fond of each other xP and after a while, that strategy just doesnt work out :p they continue 2 train at the dojo, and this soon leads 2 them becoming friends! this part is integral 2 me 4 the development of their relationship, they become total besties, they r such galpals........

after some indeterminate amount of time after becoming friends, avery finally falls for her. i headcanon klara was always attracted to him, even when she hated him, lol. they were like two freaks who were perfect partners in crime. they get really close and affectionate, even platonically ❤ ... u can tell how crazy i am over enemies to friends to lovers for them xP

so with ALL THAT in mind.... i think klara would ask first? technically? i mean klara would b the kind of person 2 want someone 2 confess their undying love 4 her, but avery was kindaa weird. i dont think they would have EVER asked her directly tbh.... they were soo confused abt their feelings hehe, abt her but also abt dating in general. klara kinda knew abt the latter, considering avery would have opened up 2 her abt it in my brainspace. i guess knowing this she would just shoot her shot & suggest that they could date! avery is so nervous.... he panics and says he needs time 2 think on it, and when he finally recomposes himself hes all like, Ahem, Klara, I Would Like To Formally Accept Your Ever So Gracious Invitation.. hehehe.... he was so funny.

UM so they try dating!! and i dont rly care if it isnt realistic or believable or whatever at all i just like cute indulgent things.

so what do they do!?! WELL, i think a particular Official artwork could answer that..

(ok but could u IMAGINE my reaction when this was first revealed!? they literally merchandised MY headcanons they merchandised MY SHIP they did it ALL 4 me💞💞💞 this is my own scan too btw! sooo worth it. its soo in character too, klara too busy clout chasing 2 notice her partners abt 2 get his flesh melted off over some curry 😊 and of course, all the lil slowpokes around them❤ quintessential klavery image). but ya! this could possibly b their first date?? i feel like i wanna honor the existence of this wonderful art and say yes.... so aside from pokecamping or just hanging out around the island doing tasks and training and such, OFC they would go shopping, they would go 2 the mall, they would have spa day, avery would take her 2 high end fancy restaurants (bcuz hes upper class and loaded lol), all while being menaces 2 society of course 🥰. OH! wanna know what i think would b cute?? THIS IS SO CRINGE but basically i hc that they have rooms at the dojo 4 the students (so they dont have 2 sleep in tents or go home everyday or whatever...) and i think it would b SO cute if honey and/or mustard helped avery set up a lil candlelit dinner date in his room~ its so silly but so sweet❤

hmm.. honestly i really like the idea of their first kiss being kinda like, lowkey. juxtaposed to the kind of people they are. one might expect some kind of grandiose fairytale type situation... when in fact they were just chillin alone somewhere on the island, and she asked 2 kiss them... and they agreed! it left avery asking themself, what am i doing? how did i get here?? everything had been so different. this definitely wasnt what they would have imagined for themself... but they loved it. averys life was changing in unexpected ways. i guess this was first-love making him a little cuckoo in the head, huh? maybe this event had been a bit grandiose, in its own way.

WOW this post really devolved into me writing fanfiction about how kissing klara caused existential revelations within avery. nice! ok!

anyways!!! we r almost at the end! so!! avery was so touch starved, omg. he wouldnt let just anyone touch him, tho, of course. but if he liked you, well... earlier i said i believed they were pretty close b4 they dated, so if klara were to grab their hand, they wouldnt object, hehe~ (shes the one w the cold hands btw, and a firm grip, too..). things abt avery & physical touch interest me so much honestly, it is so intriguing when a character who could use psychic powers 4 everything would decide not to... especially when it comes 2 affection....

eeeeeaaaaahhh!!! ive gone on too long!! i never talk abt my hcs in detail EVER so like! theres stuff i know i couldve elaborated on more but i didnt wanna go TOO off topic... ofc i could write whole novels about my silleys..... THANK U 4 SENDING THIS!!!! hope it was comprehensible, heheh