#and my brain malfunctioned for a while

[exc-lsior]

“i think i’m going to try to speak to the rats” what a fucking opening line 💀💀 callie you’re incredible

[isatartdump]

Hi meet (some of) my ocs!!!

you can still look for ISAT pilled posts here btw, there just may be ocs from time to time... I've consistently tagged everything and I plan on doing this still!

Will start oc pilling my silly blog with a messy dump of oc sketches I love. Inconsistent as all hell because most of the drawings are from last year

^ Haden (He's a fallen angel, to sumarize. Although this information IS heavily prone to change DASHUDHASU. He's from Spes (Comic name- No there isn't any comic work done outside of a few points I've drawn already))

^ Shopkeeper (Yes, his name is also his profession... He's a character for a game I am working on. Don't- Don't ask about it I also know jackshit about code and it has been put into the oven again since I want to try to learn coding games and doing the assets with a smaller project)

^ Ignis (He's a fallen angel, just like Haden! I'm strying trying to figure out her past design... But! This one isn't going to change I'm sure. Well. 80% sure, at least. They're also from Spes!)

^ Maru (Shes an alien Idol! Sadly I didn't do much on her story yet but she's half alien half human, since I (sadly......²) only have her concept on hand. I haven't decided which world she belongs to yet but I'm thinking on putting her alongside my other gay aliens for the funnies. Would be nice if she was a bit of the reason why Vector wanted to become a pilot. No I won't give context now)

ANd last but not least- minecraft ocs!!!

From left to right- Cain, the creeper is a vocalist/guitarrist without a band. Pete, the slime is a hunter (yes he hunts while serving cunt). Sulfur, the Warden is a farmer.

That's it- that's the post. Ty. I will share more blorbos later. Probably. I've been sick today and just wanted to get stuff for my ocs here :')

[cowboylikeliz]

some of my favorite byler fics even though nobody asked

all on ao3!!

seeing you tonight (its a bad idea right?) - andiwriteordie | 6,595 words

time for mistletoe and holly! - andiwriteordie | 18,793 words

i’ll find a new place to be from - andiwriteordie | 82,610 words

The Sharpie Effect - T_Beyhive_Challa | 4,864 words

what can i do - delusionaltogether | 21,445 words

your lips tasted like they did way back in july - alivebutnotliving | 4,396 words

cheer up, baby - perexcri | 25,984 words

Will Byers’ Guide To Making Your Boyfriend Like Christmas - strangeswift | 6,473 words

mike wheelers guide to falling in love with a superhero - smoosnoom | 24,832 words

Bully Mike Wheeler Tuesday - ladyofsnails | 2,559 words

the winner takes it all - andiwriteordie | 9,237 words

the great divide (i think about you all the time) - strangeswift | 4,198 words

[monotone-artist]

hello um. explodes into a million pieces

[id: two digital art pieces of characters from horizon: forbidden west. the first image has three different drawings featuring aloy, seyka, and beta. aloy is in the oseram artificer outfit with leather armor, bracers, and a leather crop top vest with red cloth; beta is in the nora huntress outfit, with a leather tunic and a light blue bandana around her neck; and seyka is in her usual outfit with a white-and-gray fabric armor and a pink-and-gray scarf. the backgrounds in these pieces are a textured light pink.

the first drawing is an upper body shot of aloy and beta, who are side-by-side, each with an arm slung over the other's shoulder, the sides of their heads touching. aloy has her other hand on her hip and is smiling at beta, though she also looks slightly concerned. beta is ducking her head slightly, her other arm curled into herself as she also smiles, albeit a little anxiously.

the second drawing is of aloy and seyka. aloy is sitting down, her legs outstretched while seyka is laying back against her chest. seyka has an interface open in front of her that she's curiously navigating through, her tongue sticking out. aloy is peering down at her and smiling. they're both slightly blushing.

the final drawing is an upper body shot of aloy and seyka. seyka is grabbing aloy by the shoulders and frantically shaking her, gasping in amazement, her eyes sparkling. aloy looks pretty startled but otherwise isn't fighting against it.

the second image is of a sunwing, a pterosaur-like robot. she is standing, lifting one wing to preen at it. she is simply colored a slightly darker shade than the background. the text reads, "Sunny the Sunwing <3" end id]

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

do you think (pre-betrayal) ford ever asked bill "hey since you can rewire my brain and stuff can you maybe stop it from doing that thing where I'm about to fall asleep and then suddenly I feel like I'm just plain falling. just patch that out for me"

and then post-betrayal he regretted asking bill to patch it out because that's actually a really beneficial brain glitch to have if your goal is to stay awake for as long as possible

[bgbrry]

this is NOT being finished on time but. hesitant alien sketch for this beautiful girls birthday

[nualaofthefaerie]

What. A. Woman.

Oh Viktor did not deserve her omfg

[actual-corpse]

Idk what a psych eval entails but I sure hope it can tell me why I never know what fucking day it is.

[whenstarsundress]

you flirt back for the first time:

sylus

you say something like, “you keep looking at me like that, sylus… you’re gonna have to do something about it,” with a shy little smile.

he completely malfunctions. his eyes grow wide, he swallows hard, his heart visibly skipping a beat.

sylus stares at you like he’s trying to determine if you’re possessed. then, quietly, with his voice a little huskier than usual, “that’s new.”

he recovers fast, though. steps closer and gently brushes your hair behind your ear. “is this your way of telling me you want me to kiss you? because i’m listening.”

bonus:

… sylus.exe has crashed.

his lips part and his eyes darken. he stares for a moment, like he’s trying to decide between kissing you soft or ruining your life. eventually, he just breathes, “say that again. i dare you.”

zayne

you casually murmur, “if you’re gonna keep biting your lip like that, at least let me do it for you,” while scrolling your phone.

dead silent. zayne stops breathing. his jaw flexes, his pupils dilate.

“…excuse me?” his voice drops an octave and he looks at you like you just kicked open the doors to a side of you he definitely wants to explore.

he walks over real slow, tilts your chin up and says, “say that again. no, no—i need it word for word, baby. because if i heard what i think i heard…”

bonus:

zayne chokes on air. his head snaps around so fast, his whole brain reboots. “wait. what? you never—?!” he chuckles lowly. “okay, okay. who are you and what did you do with my sweet, shy angel?”

caleb

you’re teasing him during one of his gym sessions and say, “keep showing off like that and i might have to reward you. privately.”

caleb drops the dumbbell. literal pause. he stares at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly open like a golden retriever who just got called a bad boy.

“wait. wait. wait, back up. say that again?” he starts laughing, but it’s nervous, like he doesn’t know how to process it.

he immediately gets 10x more flirty and tries to re-assert dominance with a grin. “okay, but only if you’re the reward too.”

bonus:

his jaw clenches, breath catches and you can feel the tension shift. like something in him just snapped. he leans back, clears his throat and gives a tiny smirk. “you’re playing with fire, and i’m not the type to pull away when i get burned.”

xavier

you’re both deep into a high-risk deepspace operation. he’s focused, assessing potential threats, guns calibrated, his hud flickering with tactical readouts. you, cool as ever, lean in behind him and murmur through the comms. “you look sexy when you’re in control like this. makes me want to follow your every order… after hours.”

immediate system crash. xavier stops walking, literally halts mid-movement in zero gravity like his whole code just corrupted.

“…repeat that,” he says into the comm, voice a little rough, a lot lower than usual. he doesn’t turn to face you. he’s trying to regain composure while actively calculating threat levels.

he doesn’t miss a beat on the mission afterward, but the tight grip on his weapon and the way he refuses to look at you say everything: you broke him.

bonus:

he stammers, short-circuits, then just covers his face and laughs into his hands quietly. “okay. that’s unfair. you can’t just… out-flirt me like that.”

rafayel

you’re watching him get dressed and casually comment, “if you’re going to tease me with that shirt unbuttoned, the least you can do is let me take it off for you.”

rafayel blinks, twice. “what did you just say?” not offended, not teasing. he’s actually stunned.

a slow, devilish smile starts to curl on his lips as he puts down whatever he was holding. he steps toward you and murmurs, “are you seducing me? because i have to warn you… i’m very easy to seduce.”

bonus:

rafayel freezes. for one glorious second there’s silence. then he smiles a bit mischievously. “oh? okay, i see you. someone’s been hiding from me the whole time.” he never lets it go, but he wants more of your flirty side. “you gonna flirt like that again, or was i just blessed once?”

author’s note: sometimes i can’t decide in which direction i want to go with a headcanon, so, i went with a little bonus 😊

[musical-lizard]

gosh i love talking to you even though i have so many fears you put them to rest and u dont even notice it. you make me feel so loved and happy and good. i worry so much but you calm me and i can feel you next to me. i feel loved

[nekonaps0]

First years find out you're dating their dorm leader

(dramatic gasps, chaos, and a lot of “NO WAY! YOU?!”)

✦fem!reader

Ace Trappola

When Ace finds out you’re dating Riddle, he physically malfunctions. He catches the two of you in a rare soft moment. Riddle brushing your hair out of your face in the rose garden, murmuring something sweet… and Ace just… stops functioning.

“WAIT. HOLD UP. HOLD… ARE YOU DATING RIDDLE?! OUR RIDDLE?!”

You nod slowly. Riddle stiffens. “Yes. We have been for some time.”

Ace just throws his hands up.

“You mean to tell me you've been willingly dating a walking rulebook this entire time?!”

Then it clicks.

“Wait… THAT’S why you keep surviving his tantrums. And why he let you off with warnings. I knew something was sus!!”

Cue Ace groaning dramatically while muttering about how

“first the overbolts, now you, what’s next?… Cater adopting a child?!”

Deep down, he’s genuinely happy for you. But he’ll never stop teasing.

Deuce Spade

Deuce finds out about your relationship with Riddle by overhearing you call him “love” behind the dorm kitchen, and he nearly drops a whole tray of tea.

“Wait. Waitwaitwait! Did you just call Riddle love?! LIKE IN A ROMANTIC WAY?!”

You blink at him, guilty. Riddle clears his throat.

“Yes, Deuce. She’s my girlfriend. I’d prefer if you didn’t drop the teacups.”

Deuce looks like he’s about to have a full blown meltdown.

“Wha—I—Is that allowed?! Wait, no… of course it is! I’m just… YOU?! And RIDDLE?!”

He’s trying to process everything like it's a pop quiz he wasn’t ready for. He salutes you both out of sheer panic.

“I promise to uphold your secret honorably! WAIT!! Do I need to call you ma’am now?!”

Riddle: “…No.” You: laughing too hard to answer.

Jack Howl

Jack walks in on you and Leona napping under a tree in each other’s arms and nearly flips.

“…You’re kidding.”

When you’re alone he will catch you, staring you down like a judgmental big brother.

“You’re really dating Leona-senpai? Like, our dorm leader? The one who skips meetings and naps through drills?”

You nod cautiously. “Yes. We’ve been together for a while.”

Jack exhales through his nose.

“…Huh. Can’t say I expected that. But I guess if anyone could handle him, it’s you.”

Still, he’s lowkey worried. Leona’s not exactly emotionally available. But when he catches Leona actually smiling at you, Jack gives a small approving nod.

“Fine. Just don’t let him get lazy about treating you right. I’ll be watching.”

Jack becomes your unspoken protector after that. Big loyal wolf energy.

Epel Felmier

You mention “Vil” a little too affectionately during lunch and Epel spits out his juice.

“YOU’RE DATING VIL-SENPAI?!”

Everyone in the room turns to look. You cringe. “Epel, shhh—”

“LIKE… LIKE ACTUALLY DATING?! HIM?!”

You nod. “We’ve been keeping it quiet, but yeah…”

Epel’s jaw drops.

“He lets you TOUCH him?! Without a ten-step cleansing ritual first?!”

He’s genuinely floored. There’s a mix of shock, admiration, and disbelief in his eyes.

“Okay but… good for you, I guess? You must have magic-level of patience.”

He’ll never stop side eyeing you during self-care nights now, whispering:

“Blink twice if you’ve been force fed.”

Secretly though, he respects you immensely. Anyone who can tame Vil’s perfectionist side is a legend.

Sebek Zigvolt

You and Malleus try to be discreet, but Sebek’s too sharp. The second he catches you smiling at each other a little too long during dinner…

“…What is the meaning of this strange atmosphere?!”

You try to brush it off, but Malleus just calmly states:

“She is mine, Sebek. We are courting.”

Sebek’s brain breaks.

“YOU’RE WHAT?!?!”

Cue thunder and dramatic music playing in his head as he drops to one knee in despair.

“MALLEUS-SAMA HAS FOUND LOVE?! AND I DIDN’T KNOW?!”

He’s in full crisis mode. Rambles for ten minutes about how “he should’ve been notified by royal decree,” and how “no ordinary human could ever be worthy!!”

But when you squeeze his hand and call him “family,” he turns red and shouts:

“I SUPPOSE I SHALL… TOLERATE THIS!”

From that point on, he guards you like you’re also royalty

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Hope you guys liked it ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

[blasphemyandbackshots]

Can you do mha and How they would react to you squirting, TYSM, I love your writing༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

Izuku Midoriya - He malfunctions. Like… his brain just freezes. One second he’s fingering you with focused intensity and murmuring praise. And the next, your thighs are shaking, your mouth is falling open and you soak the sheets. He pulls back in awe, hands still trembling. “Did I—did I do that? You… you squirted? Oh my god—are you okay? Did that feel good? That was—wow—should I take notes?!” Once you assured him it was amazing, he gets obsessed with recreating it. Makes it his new mission. Hero Analysis Notebook Vol. 69 is now heavily dedicated to your pleasure.

Katsuki Bakugo - You squirt? This man grins like a devil. He’s got two fingers deep in you, wrist pumping like he’s trying to make you cry and when it happens, he growls, “Oh fuck yes, baby. You fuckin’ made a mess, huh?” His face is flushed, eyes wild, voice rough with pride. He rubs your overstimulated pussy through it just to see if he can make you do it again. “Gonna get addicted to this. You better keep squirting for me, princess.”You’re not walking tomorrow and you both know it.

Shouta Aizawa - Calm and collected? Not when this happens. You’re riding his face, quiet moans slipping out and suddenly you drench his mouth. His lashes flutter and he blinks up at you like he just got blessed by a goddess. He doesn’t stop. He licks through it with reverent, lazy strokes until you’re trembling. “…That was beautiful,” he murmurs. “I want to see it again. And again.” Aftercare king. Changes the sheets, wraps you in his arms and whispers about how beautiful you are.

Denki Kaminari - Short circuits. Like literally. He stares at the wet patch on the bed like it owes him money. “Holy shiiiiiit, did I just—did you just—? Babe. That was so hot I think I actually fried something.” He’s a little stunned, a lot smug and incredibly horny. Tries to fist bump you about it after. Becomes your #1 hype man. “My girl’s a squirter. I knew she had it in her.” No peace after that. Denki wants to make it happen every single time.

Eijiro Kirishima - At first he pauses, concerned. “Was that—did I hurt you?” You assure him no, it felt amazing, and then he glows. Practically beams with pride. “You’re so amazing, babe. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Wanna make you feel like that again.” Will not shut up about how beautiful you looked while you came. Tells you it’s manly as hell to lose control with someone you trust. Next round he tries to make you do it on his abs. For science.

Hanta Sero - “Whoa, whoa, what—did you just—holy fuck, that was hot.” Hanta is a chaotic blend of turned on and impressed. He kisses you hard, groaning into your mouth as he thrusts through your overstimulated slickness. “Damn, babe. I didn’t know you could do that. You’re full of surprises.” 100% teases you about it later but in the sweetest way. “Need me to mop the floor first or you gonna flood it again?”

Hitoshi Shinsou - He plays it cool, but his eyes are blazing. Watches the way your body jerks, the wetness gushing over his fingers and murmurs, “You’ve been holding out on me.” Takes his fingers out slowly, deliberately, licking them clean like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “You liked that? Want to do it again?” Baby, you do it again. And again. He finds the rhythm that makes you gush and uses it like a secret weapon.

Keigo Takami - Smirks the second he feels you squirt. “Damn, sweet bird. You just soaked my thighs. Should I be proud or concerned?” His wings are trembling, he’s so turned on he can barely keep his composure. Immediately leans down, tongue flicking over your clit to keep it going.“Gotta say, you’ve outdone yourself. Didn’t know my girl had that in her.” Won’t shut up about it for days. Brags to himself like you just won him a trophy.

Dabi - “Holy fuck.” That’s all he says when it happens the first time, right after three fingers pump into your cunt and your body arches, a flood soaking his lap. You think he’ll mock you. But instead, he licks his lips slowly and stares at you like you’re prey. “Do it again,” he growls. “Don’t care if you scream. I wanna see that pretty pussy gush ‘til you’re crying.” Unholy obsession unlocked. You’re not leaving that room dry again.

Tomura Shigaraki - Twitches. Pauses. Looks down. “You… what the fuck was that?” You’re panting, trembling, barely able to respond and that does something to him. He stares at the mess between your legs, smirking like he’s just discovered a new level of corruption. “Gross,” he murmurs, but his hand returns, rougher now. “Do it again. I wanna ruin this mattress.” You’re ruined instead. He becomes addicted to the power of making your body fall apart.

[p1girlfriend]

✦you moan their name in your sleep – f1 grid reactions ✦

lando norris ── .✦

he’s awake playing on his phone when he hears it.

“mm... Lando...” he freezes. looks over. you’re deep asleep, breathing steady — completely unaware. “no way... are you dreaming about me?” grins like a gremlin. teases you about it for days. “someone's obsessed. can’t even sleep without me in your head, huh?”

oscar piastri ── .✦

he’s half-asleep himself, until you whisper his name into the dark. soft, breathy.

“...Oscar.” his eyes fly open. you shift closer, still out cold. he turns red instantly. completely still. did she just—? he doesn’t tell you. but he thinks about it for weeks and blushes every time he looks at you.

charles leclerc ── .✦

he hears it while spooning you. you arch slightly and whisper his name like a sigh.

“Charles…” his hand on your waist tightens just a little. “Tu rêves de moi, mon cœur?” ("You're dreaming of me, my heart?") he says it right into your ear, smirking like a menace. you don’t remember the dream — but he won’t let you forget you moaned his name.

lewis hamilton ── .✦

you say it so soft he almost thinks he imagined it.

“Lewis…” he looks at you like you’re the sun and stars. kisses your shoulder and whispers, “i got you, baby. even in your dreams.” makes him so emotional he just holds you tighter all night. tells you in the morning with a little grin and so much love.

carlos sainz ── .✦

he’s already awake and staring at the ceiling when you murmur,

“...Carlos.” he FLINCHES. sits up a little like did I hear that right? leans over to look at you. “¿Estás soñando conmigo, cariño?” ("Are you dreaming of me, baby?") grins to himself. smug mode activated. won’t shut up about it for a week.

daniel ricciardo ── .✦

he gasps. dramatically.

“YOU JUST MOANED MY NAME.” wakes you up just to tell you. “you literally said it like it was a scene from a movie. should I be flattered or concerned?” laughs about it but is secretly SO smug. asks you what the dream was. demands details. probably takes it as inspiration later.

gabriel bortoleto ── .✦

your voice comes out all sweet and breathless:

“Gabriel…” he’s instantly wide awake, watching you in the dark like 🧍‍♂️ strokes your hair and whispers, “eu tô aqui, meu amor.” ("I'm here, my love.") he doesn’t say a word about it in the morning — just keeps smiling like he knows a secret.

franco colapinto ── .✦

he hears it, and instantly malfunctions.

“Franco…” he looks over like 😳 lays there stiff as a board, brain going 1000mph. Was it sexy? Was it romantic? Was I just delivering you food in the dream?? asks you shyly in the morning: “So... um... did you have any dreams last night?”

[cybersunnie]

sunnie baby !! have u any thoughts inside that beautiful noggin of yours on academic rival corio ?

Coriolanus thought too highly of himself.

You were clever, but he believed he was even more so. That was how his mind worked.

But he would be a fool to ignore the constant praises you received from professors and fellow peers. With your wit and eloquence, you managed to climb your way to the top of the class, though you have yet to surpass him. But you were getting close. 

Dangerously close.

He couldn't deny that you were a threat. A threat to the Plinth Prize he so desperately wanted, needed, and deserved. And here you were, trying to take away that from him. 

It's almost cute—how hard you were trying.

Did Dean Highbottom put you to this? The dean had always despised him. Coriolanus wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. But why would you agree to do it? From as far as he knew, he hadn't wronged you in the past. You wouldn't have any motive.

Unless you just enjoyed being insufferable.

Whenever he answered a question in class, you would raise your hand and add to it as if his response wasn't adequate. When a professor complimented you, he swore you would look at him just to see how he would react. (Coriolanus never gave you the satisfaction, though). If you two were in the same room, friendly discussions turned into debates. The first time it happened was in Communications. After that, Satyria Click often placed you and him on opposing sides to “see what happens.”

But you were still polite to him even with this rivalry between you two. Nauseatingly polite. 

Your smiles and honeyed words made his ego swell, but Coriolanus knew what they truly were. They were sneers masked as smiles. Taunts that were worded to sound like praise.

How did he know? Because he was doing the same to you.

In the eyes of an outsider, you two were civil—classmates who respected each other despite the ever-growing tension between them. But it was all to save face, to seem like the bigger person.

Deep down, Coriolanus liked playing this little game with you. Cat and mouse. Near captures and repeated escapes. You were so easy to read. So predictable. He liked making you think you could outsmart him. He found pleasure in making you think you were winning. And he would let you bask in that feeling of victory so that it would hurt more when he defeats you. How could he not play with you?

As the rivalry ensued, he would watch you from afar. Some may call it obsessive, but he called it studying. He studied your mannerisms and learned the subject you excelled in the most so that he could take that away from you, too. 

You were all-encompassing. Everything Coriolanus did shifted back to you. What would you do? And how could he do it better?

There was one thing he didn't know—one thing he was unaware of. If Coriolanus’ delusions hadn’t blinded him, he would have realized that you just wanted to do well in your academics. He would have realized that you weren't trying to compete with him, and that your smiles and compliments were genuine. No ulterior motive.

But it didn't matter. He was having too much fun.

And Coriolanus would like to play with you, his "rival," just a little longer.

tldr: in my head, academic rival!coryo is a paranoid and delusional mess that thinks you are out to get him, but in actuality, you are just trying to do good in school—completely unaware of said "rivalry". author's note: not proofread. this is my roman empire. i love writing delusional coryo. anyways, i hope you liked this kaia mwah! 💋

[kxsagi]

Hii! Now that your requests are open I had an idea of what if we were being surprisingly touchy? Like we alr are lmao but hugging him from behind but slipping our fingers under his shirt to rest on his bare skin? I feel like the casual touchy, almost possessiveness would make them uncharacteristically shy and fluster lol, love ur stuff!

“𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐚, 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

a/n: thank you so so so much! this is me as a gf literally

and montell fish the man you are

he was the first concert i ever went to and hearing hotel live made me float (title reference)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

he’s used to you being affectionate, but nothing this intimate. 

one minute he’s pouring protein powder into a bottle like a gym rat, and the next you’re hugging him from behind, arms slipping under his shirt like you own him. 

your hands are cold and he jumps. 

“hey, what are you doing??” 

absolutely red in the ears. stammers. chokes on air. he’s malfunctioning like a victorian man who was shown a woman’s ankle. 

“m-my skin’s sweaty… you’re gonna catch something???” 

as if you’ll get contagious soccer disease. 

but he secretly likes it. he’ll never admit it, but his heart does backflips when you do this in public. 

your hands under his hoodie? yeah, good luck shaking him off for the next hour because he’s holding onto your wrists and leaning into you now. 

itoshi rin

do not let this man fool you. 

he looks calm, sure. but inside? the mental equivalent of a fire alarm. 

you sneak up while he’s brushing his teeth or standing at the fridge, arms curling around his waist and fingers slipping up under his shirt to rest on his back. 

he stiffens like a cat. 

“what the hell are you doing?” voice low, trying to sound annoyed. 

but his ears are pink and he hasn’t moved an inch to push you off. 

actually, he slightly leans into your touch, even if he grumbles, “you’re clingy.” 

but when you stop doing it one day to mess with him, he literally corners you. 

“… you didn’t touch me today. something wrong?” 

rin.exe can’t function without your casual affection anymore. you’ve ruined him. congrats. 

itoshi sae

honestly, he touches you all the time. hand on thigh, hand on the back of your neck, fingers on your waist. 

but you? getting all possessive and slipping your fingers under his shirt? 

oh. oh. 

that shuts him up real fast. 

like he was mid-sentence, sipping coffee, and then you snuck behind him on the couch and did that. 

“huh?” 

brain rebooting. 

“your hands are warm,” he mutters, staring ahead blankly, trying not to flinch. 

visibly loses the ability to use words for like a minute. 

and then gets annoyingly smug about it. “you’re obsessed with me, huh?” 

(yes. and you show it by keeping your hand on his back like he’s yours.) 

nagi seishiro

you think he’d be chill, right? wrong. 

you sneak up on him while he’s gaming and just rest your fingers under his hoodie while hugging him close. 

his spine straightens. game controller drops. 

“… uhh.” 

for once, he’s not sleepy or lazy. he’s wide awake like someone hit a defibrillator on his soul. 

“that’s kinda… intense,” he mutters, flustered and unsure where to look. 

doesn’t stop you though. 

in fact, the next time, he lifts his hoodie a little so you can slide your hand in easier. 

(he thinks he’s subtle. he is not.) 

clingy nagi unlocked. he now lays on you just so you’ll touch him like that again. 

mikage reo

he’s dramatic about it. 

you hug him from behind and slide your fingers against his skin and this man gasps. 

“baby?? scandalous behavior?? in broad daylight??” 

flails but never actually escapes your grip. 

very red in the face, probably giggles, and you’re like “are you blushing?” 

“NO?? i just wasn’t ready for that???” 

loves it more than his entire bank account. 

next day, he walks around with crop tops or mesh hoodies. 

“just making it easier for you, angel.” 

secretly gets possessive, too. if anyone else hugs you, he’s immediately behind you like, “sorry, her hands are full.” 

kaiser michael

oh you wanna play possessive games? he’s the king. 

or at least he thought he was. 

until you casually hug him from behind while he’s doing his skincare routine and slide your hands under his silk robe like you own him. 

he short circuits. the serum bottle drops. 

“liebling? what do you think you’re doing?” 

fumbles. stutters. glares at his own reflection because his face is visibly RED. 

tries to act smug after five seconds. 

“you can’t keep doing that unless you plan to marry me.” 

starts leaving his robe more open just to see if you’ll do it again. 

he tells everyone you’re obsessed with him, but he’s the one texting “you forgot to touch me today 😕”

shidou ryusei

okay so you do it once. hug him from behind, fingers resting just under his shirt on his skin. 

and now he thinks it’s a game. 

turns into a menace. 

“ooooh ~ babe’s getting handsy ~ should we just skip to second base?” 

you: “ryu, i’m just touching your back.” 

“exactly. second base.” 

but then you catch him off guard. mid-conversation. in front of his teammates. and just casually do it. 

he pauses. jaw clenched. eyes wide. 

"… you’re dangerous." 

turns feral, clings to you like a backpack the whole day. 

if anyone else tries to talk to you: “sorry, can’t hear you over how in love we are. she’s literally touching my soul right now.” 

bachira meguru

he’s always clinging to you. hanging off your back. leaning his full weight on you. wrapping his arms around your waist like a baby koala. 

but when you sneak up behind him, all quiet and deliberate, and slip your hands under his shirt while hugging him? 

he squeaks. 

“EH?!! heeEEYY?!” 

looks over his shoulder like a deer caught mid-dance. 

“you’re touchier than me now, huh? wow, she’s evolving!!” 

fully turns into a cat. headbutts you. grabs your wrists and holds them against his stomach so you can’t pull away. 

“your hands are warm. you’re not allowed to stop. ever. this is mine now.” 

and then he just stands there swaying back and forth like it’s a comfort position. 

if you don’t do it one day, he dramatically goes: “you don’t love me anymore 😔” while fake crying into your shoulder. 

(real talk though, he feels safe when you touch him like that. like someone’s got him.) 

ness alexis

he’s clingy. everyone knows that. he also loves attention and being adored. 

but you? you’re a different kind of chaos. 

he’s walking through the hallway, humming to himself, maybe practicing a soccer spin with an invisible ball, and then BAM. your arms around his waist, fingers slipping up under his tight little training top. 

he SHRIEKS. 

“WHA?! h-hands?? whose hands?? OH. it’s you.” 

tries to act mad about it. turns around with a fake scowl. 

“you could’ve WARNED me! you can’t just… slip your fingers under my shirt like that!! what if someone SAW?!” 

but his face is literally glowing red. he’s so flustered he’s flapping his hands around like a startled chicken. looks like he’s about to combust… but also doesn’t move away. 

if anything, he leans back into your touch like a traitor to his own ego. 

later, you catch him casually stretching with his shirt riding up and he definitely gives you a side glance like: “my stomach’s right here. if you must.” 

turns into an absolute gremlin if you don’t do it for a day. 

“you didn’t touch me today. do you hate me now? has kaiser replaced me??” 

cue you hugging him and putting your hands right under his shirt again. 

he gasps like a princess and melts. 

“o-oh… okay… you’re forgiven…” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[lowkeyren]

BUT YOU BELONG TO ME!

in which — some jealousy headcanons / scenarios for our favourite luofu men!

featuring — dan heng, blade, jing yuan (separately) x gn!reader

wc: total 1.8k, from req: here!, they're so silly goodbye, march + fu xuan cameo ;) reblogs w comments are appreciated, please enjoy!!!

#DAN HENG

look me in the eyes and tell me dan heng wouldn’t be the “i'm jealous, but i don’t wanna show it” (but it’s so PAINFULLY obvious that he’s jealous) type, you can’t.

definitely amusing to watch him play it cool, cus he has nothing else going on in his brain when you’re within 10 metre radius from him. 

honestly it would have to be quite specific situations if he ever gets jealous because he likes to keep you close by his side as often as possible. dating or not, he would have some sort of protective instinct —always making sure you’re secure and cared for. (and yes of course march teases him for it, he never admits it though.)

dan heng tries to focus on the book in his hands, but his mind refuses to make any sense of the words on the page —at least not when you’re standing so close to boothill. (too close for his liking anyway)

the cyborg sits at the opposite end of the couch where dan heng was, while you deftly adjust a compartment of his, engaging in small talk as he makes lighthearted jokes with you. dan heng hears your laughter ring out; the laughter that he adores so dearly, the laughter that never fails to warm his chest, and the laughter he wishes he was the reason for instead.

his eyes flicker up from the page to sneak a glance at you, the way your hands glide over boothill's body churns an ugly feeling, twisting in his chest. he shifts in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the unease remains.

his focus on you is suddenly shattered by a loud voice that belongs to no other than march, "dan heng, if you grip that book any harder, you might tear off a page." she stands in front of him, hands on her waist. 

“the way i am holding my book is perfectly fine, now if you will, i must get back to re—”

“oh c’mon! we all know your ass is not actually reading that book!” he raises an eyebrow, and march only rolls her eyes in response. “it’s literally upside-down.” she teases, unable to hold back a chuckle. 

dan heng glances down at the book in his hands, finally noticing the upside-down text, to which he quickly closes the book and puts it down. "maybe i was just testing your observational skills.”

march shakes her head, "yeah right… just admit you’re too busy staring at them!”

“no i’m n—” he begins to protest but is interrupted when you suddenly appear in front of him. “staring at who?” you tilt your head curiously, and he can only hope that you don’t hear the loud thumping of his heart. 

march giggles as she runs off to who-knows-where, he silently curses her for leaving him in this predicament. he manages to regain his composure, though his cheeks retain a faint pink hue. “ahem, anyway…” he trails off when you sit down next to him, your thighs brushing against each other.

alright you can’t keep doing this to him. he’s not a cyborg but it certainly seems like he’s malfunctioning at that moment. (though he doesn't mind if you have to “repair” him next; he considers it far preferable to having your hands on boothill anyway.)

#BLADE

this guy REEKS of jealousy. 

he gets jealous over anything —saying “good night!” to an acquaintance? well unfortunately, i don’t think they’re going to be having a very good night; a friendly smile from a passerby? the sudden chill in the air accompanied by his sharp glare is enough to make them rethink their life decisions. 

and the worst part? he knows it. he's aware of how irrational his jealousy can be, but that doesn't stop the surge of possessiveness that washes over him.

(deep down, he just wants to feel secure in your attention and affection, but it’s true that his jealousy sometimes gets the better of him.) 

blade’s “things to get rid of” list exponentially grows with each passing day, ranging from general items he sees no use of, to addresses of people who have wronged you in the past. 

but there’s one item on the list that stands out from the rest, the one item he can’t seem to bring himself to get rid of, no matter how hard he tries.

37. “blade plushie”

okay but what kind of website is “stellaron hunters fan merch for sell.com” anyway? since when do they have a fanbase, and why did you have to buy a plushie of him, of all things? 

he shoots daggers at the plushie sitting on your bed, on his side of your bed. while he can't always be by your side, surely there's no need for an inferior replacement?

blade sits down beside you, discreetly moving the plushie out of the way. just as you turn to reach for it, he wraps his arm around you and snuggles up to your side; you immediately pause at his affectionate gesture; his hair brushes against your neck as he buries his face into it.

“blade.. what are you doing?” you turn your attention to him, much to his delight. 

“why not spend more time with the real deal instead of… that.” he tightens his grip around you, at this point he isn’t even trying to hide his jealousy (over a plushie lmao) anymore. 

"you mean mr. edgelord...?" you barely manage to stifle your laughter as blade shoots up beside you. doesn’t hurt to tease him for a bit, right?

“what did you say… “edgelord”?” he scoffs, his face twisting into a scowl. he can’t believe you gave that thing a nickname, how ridiculous. he makes a mental note to get rid of it asap. 

“yeah, what about it? jealous that he’s better than you?” you smirk, leaning in close to his face. perhaps you’re enjoying his expression of pure bitterness a little too much, who knew such a handsome face could look so hilariously indignant? 

his eyes twinkle in amusement, before closing in the distance. “hah, never.” his tone tinged with a touch of possessiveness that he can't quite hide.

“really? you seem like you’re about to kill it.” you wrap your arms around his neck, his expression softens for just a split second, but you’re able to catch it anyway. “would you please spare mr. edgelord if i give you a kiss?”

he doesn’t respond with words; he presses his lips against yours, gently cradling the back of your head. (you quickly turn mr. edgelord to face the wall before blade pulls you away)

maybe he’ll spare “it” for another day or so, just don’t let him catch you hugging “it” in your sleep again, alas you want “it” to suffer the same fate as the others on his list.

#JING YUAN

hmm our beloved general… well he trusts you, and believes that you won’t do anything rash; but on the other hand there are just some things that neither of you can control, whether it’s letters sent in to ask for his hand in marriage or admires trying to sweep you off your feet (before he can). 

though not many people would approach you once your relationship goes public, given that he’s the general and all. but imagine him before the two of you became official, clinging to you to fend off your admirers, and the expression on their faces when you shake your head, denying that you’re dating at all. 

“as for the situation at cloudford— general, are you even listening?” fu xuan furrows her brows, and crosses her arms, clearly annoyed. “ah my apologies lady fu, please keep going.” jing yuan only flashes a half-hearted smile at her before glancing over to your direction again.

you feel a pair of eyes boring into your back, undoubtedly jing yuan’s; but you pay it no mind, choosing to focus on the discussion at hand. his grip on his teacup tightens when he sees the foxian talking to you leans closer to catch your words. fu xuan raises an eyebrow in concern, unaware but still sensing the rising tension; his eyes visibly twitch the moment their hand brushes against yours.

“lady fu, let’s reschedule our meeting for another time. i believe i have some… important matters to attend to.” jing yuan rises up from his seat before fu xuan can reply, swiftly making his way towards you.

you’re startled by the sudden feeling of jing yuan’s arms around you, his chest pressing against your back, as he places his chin against your head. “sorry to interrupt, what’re you two discussing about?” the foxian is taken aback by the general's sudden appearance, and especially by your current position with him. 

“n-nothing general!” the foxian seems to hesitate before continuing, “if it isn’t rude to ask, are the two of you…in a relationship?” jing yuan’s face lights up with his usual lazy smile, but this time it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

your eyes widen in surprise as he presses his lips against your nape, you shiver at his touch, a rush of warmth spreads across your cheeks. you should deny it, to say that you're not in a relationship at all, but you can't bring yourself to. instead, you divert your gaze from the foxian, hoping to spare yourself any further embarrassment.

“go on, tell them.” he whispers lowly so that only you can hear him. this bastard, you’re going to give him a stern talking to after this..! “sorry to cut this short, please excuse us.” you give a polite nod before pulling the general away.

two days later, as you’re walking along the streets of central starskiff haven, you come across a group of people gathered around a stall. curious, you head over to check out what’s happening. —you’re absolutely mortified to discover stacks of articles detailing recent events of you and jing yuan.

“breaking news! the general is secretly married?!” / “the truth behind general jing yuan’s relationship status” / “rumours confirmed: a detailed guide to the general of luofu’s relationship saga”

well at least the pictures of you and jing yuan got your good side… and your bad side, and your “i definitely did not sign up for this” side. and oh look, there’s one of you dragging jing yuan by his ponytail too, how wonderful, you’re definitely purchasing that one. 

but yeah no, you’re not beating the allegations after this. 

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