#but on the other it feels like he was also just getting flustered when a sincere answer was directed at him

[seungisms]

( skz headcannons ) his favourite place to kiss you .ᐟ

🖇️📂 where the skz boys like to kiss you

genre: fluff (for a change lol), warnings: none, just skz being down horrendously bad, note: we’re actually not gonna talk about my moment of weakness with jisung okay 😦 this is kinda ass but i've been too busy eating up all the rafe cameron fics that are out there oops

방찬. BANG CHAN

chan kisses you so much. doesn’t really have a favourite spot but if you asked him he’d probably say your face. you’re just so pretty to him and sometimes he gets such a bad case of cuteness aggression at the worst of times, acting like if he doesn’t kiss you right then and there he’ll die. has no problem embarrassing you in public, pinching your cheeks and kissing every inch of your face, chuckling at how flustered you get when he finally lets you go. particularly likes leaving kisses at the corner of your lips, just to tease you a little and watch you chase after his lips with your cute little whines he loves so much. he’s so down bad though and can’t deny you for long, cutting your little tantrum short and lovingly showering your face with his kisses before leaving a lasting one on your lips, smiling like an idiot the whole time. 

리노. LEE MINHO

not really great with his words or actions. minho is not a big fan of kissing you in public either, or any pda for that matter, but he’s fond of forehead kisses. does it when no one else is looking, pretending like he’s engrossed in the conversation happening around you both before he’s pulling you close to his side, casually leaving a comforting kiss to the top of your head. smiling down at you softly when you pull away to look up at him in surprise cause who is this man and what did he do with your pda hating boyfriend? flips tf out if any of the boys catch and tease you both. likes leaving a small kiss to your forehead when he’s on his way out the door to work, so much so that it becomes part of his daily routine so if he somehow forgets one morning he’ll be kicking himself the whole day, making sure that forehead of yours and every other part of your cute face is well thoroughly kissed by him once he gets home. 

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

a cheek kisser through and through. loves doing that annoying shit where he pinches your cheeks so had they start turning red, talking to you in his over the top baby voice cause!! you’re just too cute!! just like chan he doesn’t give a shit who’s around you, nothing and no one is gonna stop him from loving on his baby. he does it mostly cause you hate it but he also loves the way you can’t seem to meet his eyes after his showered your cheeks in his little pecks, might even get cheeky with it and give you a little nip with his teeth between his messy kisses. also a big fan of tummy kisses. he’s a big cuddlier, and he’s especially clingy after a long day of practice, flopping down beside you on your bed and nuzzling his face against the nook of your tummy where your tank top has ridden up. looks up at your through sleepy eyes and leaves small kisses against your stomach as you talk him through your day, fingers untangling the knots twisted in his hair. he’s just so in love with moments like this. can’t help himself from randomly blowing raspberries on your tummy and laughing loudly when you try to push his head away, claiming through giggles that it tickles. 

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

hyunjin loves playing with your hands randomly. twiddling your fingers while listening to you talk, rubbing small circles with his thumb on the back of your hands, tracing the small lines on your palm with his forefinger - he just thinks they’re so pretty. so it’s no surprise when he starts leaving small, absentminded kisses against them any chance he gets. kisses each tip of your fingers when he’s feeling overly affectionate, leading his lips up your wrist, to your arm, shoulder and neck before leaving a heavy one on your lips, smiling into the kiss when he melt against him and shyly kiss back, lips fitting perfectly against his own. likes waking you up with his kisses too, having you tucked into his side and looking so peaceful while you sleep - only to be slowly awoken to your boy sleepily smiling down at you after he nuzzles his nose against your neck, breathing in your sweet scent and kissing the moles that prettily litter the skin. 

한. HAN JISUNG

lips!! he’ll genuinely do anything to kiss you. doesn’t matter if he starts off by kissing your neck, or forehead or cheeks - he’ll eventually find his way back to your lips one way or another. can’t take his eyes off them when you’re talking, shamelessly staring you out and all he hears is “blah blah blah. proper name. place name. backstory stuff.” running through his head. always seems out of the blue when he kisses you mid conversation but really it’s all he’s been thinking about the entire time. loves teasing you. might even resort to tricking you just so you’ll grace him with your sweet lips. holds stuff high above your head and annoyingly taps on his lips, saying you have to kiss him or else he won’t give it back. and you hate the satisfied grin on his pretty face when you finally give in. jisung can’t help himself from getting carried away, most of the time he really does have the most innocent of intentions when he leans in to give you a sweet, short peck - but he’s just so addicted to you and the taste of your cheery lipgloss that he can’t help but keep you in place when you try to pull away, deepening the kiss and trapping you in a full on makeout session, doesn’t matter where tf you are this man need his fix!! and his fix just so happens to be your kisses!! smiles and giggles against your lips everytime you let him kiss you too 🥺

필릭스. LEE FELIX 

out of the blue likes kissing your nose. he thinks its too cute how flustered you get when he nuzzles your nose with his own after pulling away from your lips, pressing a small kiss to the tip after and giggling softly when you hide your flushed face in the crook of his neck, half-heartedly punching his chest out of embarrassment. honestly, felix likes to kiss you wherever you’ll let him, he’s super affectionate so he’ll take anything he can get. on his off days he likes taking his time with you and won’t let you leave his hold until every inch of your pretty skin has been thoroughly worshipped by his lips, whispering sweet words as he guides his kisses over your face. especiallylikes kissing your eyelids too, especially  likes leaving fluttery kisses to your eyelids when you’re still sound asleep wrapped up in his comforter, reluctantly forcing your eyes to open just to see his sweet face grinning down at you. he loves kissing you wherever he can - he’s just particularly fond of the shy look that takes over your face when he kisses your nose, and the way your scrunch it up cutely in surprise. 

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN

loves leaving fluttery, barely there kisses to your neck, particularly a big fan of playfully blowing just behind your ear just to hear the sweet sound of your sweet laughter as you struggle and wriggle in his hold from the ticklish feeling. also not fond of pda but he’ll have you sit on his lap if you’re in a big enough group, fingers tracing small hearts on your thigh and casually pressing his lips to the side of your neck everytime he gets bored of what’s happening around him - just to feel you melt in his hold and hear the pretty gasp you let out when his kiss catches you off guard. also loves kissing your moles/freckles wherever they’re dotted on your skin. if they’re on your arms, your lower back, under your eye, on the inside of your thighs - doesn’t matter, his lips find their way to them. truly a believer in the whole ‘where your moles are placed is the spot where your lover from your past life kissed you’ and he’s determined to make sure you’re covered in them in your next life. 

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

jeongin is still so shy with showing affection. doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating the boy, your kisses never fail to turn him into a flustered mess. sometimes he gets so embarrassed when his hyungs tease him so he’ll nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, muttering something about how annoying they are but all you can focus on is the soft press of his lips against the underside your ear, so comforting and soft and barely there you almost missed it. he can be particularly playful with his kisses though, likes annoying you right when you just wake up, holding you firmly by your jaw so you can’t wriggle your way out of his strong hold and showering you in his lips, making obnoxious ‘mwah!’ sounds with every kiss he places on your face. and when you try to push him away in-between fits of giggles he’ll just resort to kissing you even more. his favourite spot to kiss you changes fortnightly so he’ll have a different answer everytime you ask. you’re just too prefect to him!!

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[wordsofwhimsy]

did somebody ask which version of mark is puttin it down best?

guess i'll give my analysis 😮‍💨

main!mark is all about pleasing you, sooo he's definitely giving the other boys a run for their money. his oral & finger game? UNMATCHED. he's not dumb and aggressive about it like the majority of the others. he keeps it slow, intentional, so dedicated, living in your pleasure. the more praise you give him the better. his sex game tho takes awhile to come up to par - he's so scared of hurting you for soo long that he just takes it too easy, or doesn't take the lead at all. once he learns the fine art of blowing your back out without killing you tho? 😏

mohawk!mark is soo aggressively fun, but he's really only in it for his own pleasure. he kinda just assumes (rightly so) that you're gonna feel good either way but he never bothers to actually check in with you, see how you're doing lol it's probably also a MUST for you to suck his dick every time, forcing your head down and then mocking you when you gag or gasp for air. he doesn't care to return the favor too often but if you whine too much he will. it's not really that great tho - he's rushing and careless, just trying to move on to the main event

viltrumite!mark takes some teaching. he's of the mindset that sex is just for procreation, and if this is a scenario where he's taken you back to viltrum he's not going to really feel the need to view it any other way. but if he's staying on earth with you? well, sex sells baby and the influence is all around. he starts noticing things in movies and in songs, stuff on the internet--hell even billboards and magazines. don't be fooled his dickin is good even when it's boring missionary but once he starts coming around to trying all the other fun things? oh lawd have mercy

omni!mark is an interesting mix of dominance without aggression, no dirty talk. all business, really but this man IS in the business of pleasure - for you at least. he struggles to let you take the lead though which is kinda boring sometimes, and anything kinky? like spanking or choking? absolutely not. you're not some scallywag hoodlum (LMFAO) and he's definitely not going to treat you like one. buuut if you start talking dirty and cussing? he might be flustered, and maybe even a little more turned on than usual (he'd never admit it)

sinister!mark is all about HIM HIM HIM. but the caveat of this is he needs to know he's GOOD at what he's doing - which means you need to feel good too. he's so unbelievably aggressive and doesn't do missionary. you are not coming away without bruises and marks every single time. i think he likes to make you dance for him too beforehand. that's his idea of foreplay - something that reminds you both who's in charge and who it's all for. you better hope he's not in the mood to go down on you cause that bitch bites 😭

no goggles/lensless!mark is probably my fav 🤭 is literally 100% about whatever it is you're into. i guess except missionary whoops. like he's fine throwing it in there occasionally but not a chance he's opening or ending in that position. in fact switching positions is HIS personal favorite thing. honestly his oral is so-so. he's just too damn talkative and can't focus on the task at hand. he also doesn't take it well either - the man's LOUD. and honeestly busts pretty quick but that's okay! he bounces back quicker. viltrumite stamina is crazy and his libido just adds to it

shiesty!mark has probably fucked more people than all of them combined so, yeah, he's got the practice and experience. he KNOWS his dick is phenomenal and tbh if he's not really into you he's letting you do most of the work. he thinks he's doing YOU favor by letting you ride it. but if you were hard to get? ohhh he's got something to prove now, and trust he will. this man reaches spots none of the others even knows exist, uses his strength in a way that is just chefs kiss - pinning you without hurting you, playing with your nipples and the other sensitive parts with expert care. and probably my fav thing about him is that he's the only one (except maybe main!mark) who ever thinks to put on musiccc

moustache!mark is 😛 father dearest. TOTALLY showing you what it feels like to be owneddd - unquestionably, but not in the way sinister does. he does it with affection. you know, like a 'pet' and all that jazz. he's got this way of making you feel simultaneously small and like the most important person in the world. and when he goes down on youuu? THE TICKLE?? biiitch stop. he also is the one who appreciates the thickies the most ughh like he NEEDS all that ass in his hands, in his lap, on his dick. the love handles? the tummy? give him alllat - trust ☝️ he can handle it

prisoner!mark is an interesting one. if we're talking straight out the pen? he's an ANIMAL. i'm talking y'all are going at it aaall night long, him painfully impatient through every little break you insist he gives you. he's also physically the strongest of them all, and, yeah, it shows. all that body pressed into you? those arms? 🥴 idk how anatomically that would even work but for some reason i feel like he'd have a thicker cock too. he'd be so deep and guttural with his groans, all in your ear with it. no holding back. after some time though i think he'd be focused on you and learning what you like - buuut at the end of the day, he still is the most deprived and wants it ALWAYS

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Do you have any opinions on one piece yanderes who react well or poorly to their darling acting out intentionally for attention? I think sanji would drop anything in order to give you attention! I also think this would work with like, doflamingo or sir crocodile but WATCH OUT!!! I think it wouldn't work at all on Mihawk. He could outlast us so easily. Even at my most annoying I don't think he'd break. Messed up.

It would absolutely work on Sanji. You don't even really need to act out, just sighing loud enough would have him tripping over himself to cater to you lol

The rest under the cut because this got long

Other characters that this would work on:

Luffy, but also like I can't imagine you would ever NEED to. He's already glued to your side. Demanding more attention is just kinda greedy at that point.

Ace is honestly almost as bad as Sanji when it comes to spoiling his darling. He feels guilty that you're "stuck" with him and is always trying to make it up to you. But if spending even more time with you is what you want he will be on cloud 9. This is an absolute win in his book.

Usopp isn't surprised that you want more attention he is, of course you wanted more of him! Who wouldn't? He's going to talk your ear off for the rest of the day.

Robin feels a little bad once she realizes what you're doing. She does have a tendency to lose herself to the books she's reading, so she understands where you're coming from and offers to read with you. This backfires on you and makes you feel bad for acting out.

Franky rolls with the punches. This does not phase him. You're not doing anything worse than what members of the Franky family would do. He'll drag you into his workshop with him and tell you all about what he's working on, so I hope you're into that sort of a thing.

Brook is flustered that you're so down bad for him that this is what you're resorting to. You just can't get enough of him! Control yourself! Or don't. He won't actually complain.

Bartolomeo is potentially a bigger simp than Sanji, so he'll be sobbing and begging for your forgiveness. He didn't mean to spend four hours worshiping the Luffy shrine! It won't happen again! it will

Buggy gets very bent out of shape over you saying he isn't doing enough with you. How dare you! He's a very busy clown! Do you think this circus runs itself??? But then he's miserably sucking up to you and doing literally anything to gain your approval. Please don't be mad at him :(

Shanks is flattered and lets your outburst go straight to his head. Yeah, he is all that, isn't he? Of course you want more of his attention.

Works but watch out:

Doflamingo makes this a real gamble, but either way you'll regret it. He'll either not have the patience for it, or he'll decide to "humor" himself with you since you wanted his attention so badly.

It probably won't work on Crocodile. He's good at ignoring you when he's busy, which is often. If you do manage to do enough to fully get his attention on you... thoughts and prayers.

Perona will get very indignant at your insinuation that she isn't giving you enough attention. How rude! She sets aside the rest of the day for you, but she is extremely passive aggressive the whole time.

Does not work:

Nami will be annoyed by your audacity. She'll spend time with you later after she's done with her sea charts. Relax.

Boa is Nami x1000. How dare you demand more of her? She's hitting that bent over backwards stance and pointing at you while demanding an apology.

Mihawk and Zoro are much the same here. They'll both hit you with the unimpressed are-you-done-now look and then go back to whatever they were doing.

Jimbei also has a lowkey disappointed dad vibe to him when you act out. If you want to spend more time together, just ask. You'll feel embarrassed by the time he's done scolding you.

Rayleigh is unbothered by your outburst. Quit whining, he'll spend some time with you as soon as he wins this card game. He proceeds to lose immediately and now he's on a prison break sidequest. Just go hang out with Shakky.

Smoker is hitting you with the silent stare until you stop.

[thethingsnerd]

Ok OP as someone who has played windwaker you’re kinda cooking with this one. The Great Sea was literally so uninhabitable that Nintendo had to diminish her vastness in the remake (aka they cut down on sailing segments bc in the og it’s less Zelda more Pathologic in its time consumption. I respected the vision tho, really felt like the sea could swallow your little boat whole and no one would ever find you). I also love when a Link learns something in a different era that just Does Not Compute so um. I am once again filling a tumblr prompt under the cut.

Wind knows the sea. After his time spent among the chain, Wind's been convinced he's the only Link who ever has. Plenty of them mention lakes or ponds or rivers, whether briefly or at length, but none of them hear the songs of the sea. Not a one of them know how it feels to raise anchor, to hoist great sails, to spend hours under the sun in a crow's nest as light reflects off the waves.

He will give the veteran points for his knots though. Legend ties a better bowline than Wind himself. He'd like to ask why he learned sailing knots when he's never mentioned having a sailboat, but sometimes he catches the older boy looking out at the sea in Wind's era with the same look Sturgeon gives a sword, so it's probably best left alone.

Good tying or not, even the vet looks confused when Wind starts talking about the Great Sea for any longer than a passing mention.

A portal lands them somewhere Four recognizes. A coast just outside a village he visited on his journey.

"Watch for zora," Four warns. Legend and the traveler nod diligently, but most of the others glance uneasily at each other. Wind himself has no zora, only rito who say that's what they used to be, but it would be pretty strange if another era's rito were considered monsters.

They keep their guard up, though no monsters appear from the water. Wind didn't expect them to; the coast looks like saltwater. He doesn't really expect Four to be able to tell the difference. What confuses Wind is that Twilight keeps looking at the water wistfully.

"You know," Champ says loudly. "If you wanna go swimming you could just say so, Twi."

Rancher flusters. "I don't- hey-"

"Please," Warriors gripes. "You keep looking at the beach like it's a girl you have a crush on."

"Shut up, Cap! Let a man reminisce in peace." He grumbles something else Wind can't hear, but the old man smacks him for it so it must've been good.

"Reminisce about what?" he prods. "Have you had ocean stories this entire time and never said so?"

Twilight hangs his head. "No."

"Try again!"

Twilight sighs like the world is against him, like that's gonna make any of them feel bad for him. After a moment he says, "Really, I don't have any daring stories of seafaring for you, ya skallywag. I was just thinking of when I was kid, Rusl took me and some other kids outta the province and up to... somewhere. Mighta been Lake Hylia, maybe, I don't remember. I just remember swimming until we were so tired we could barely pitch our tents. The breeze through here kept reminding me- it was a good day."

Boring. Well, no, it's nice to hear about good memories, especially from more reticent Links. Wind really was hoping for at least a little seafaring, though.

Wind notices the old man has his thinking face on. "Smithy?"

Four pops his head up. "Yeah?"

"We haven't seen anything in the water since we got here. In your opinion would it be safe to get in if we stick close to shore?"

He wants to go swimming in saltwater?

Four hums and considers this like it is a reasonable proposition. Everyone is looking at the water like this is a reasonable proposition. Wind wildly casts his gaze to see if anyone else realizes what a dumb idea this is, and only finds Hyrule looking a bit hesitant. The same kind of hesitant he got before he realized everyone else's fruit trees were safe to eat from.

"I mean, there's an undersea tunnel the zora like to congregate in, so they could be there instead, in which case they won't bother us. There's nothing else here that would give us any real problems, so... beach day!"

"Beach day!" resounds through the group.

"This idn't necessary," Twilight demurs. Wild nudges him, says, "aww, if it makes you feel better we could go fishing instead, call it a supply run."

Twilight snorts. "Fishing with you? Pass."

The champion grins at him. Still, he defends himself. "Spear fishing is practical, it is your dinky rod that doesn't make sense!"

Given that Wind had never seen a fishing rod outside of strange dreams before meeting the others, he's inclined to agree with the champ. Then he remembers they're talking about going fishing here in the saltwater, and decides neither of them know what they're talking about.

One by one most everyone gets in the water. Time mostly floats on the surface, yet proves himself an adept swimmer when Sky splashes him. Four cheers on Twilight as he swims laps around Wars, who clearly has less aquatic experience, but nonetheless can't say no to a challenge. Hyrule stays closer to shore where his feet touch the sand, Wild next to him as they speak too quietly for Wind to hear.

The only one who looks set on staying dry is Legend. Wind sits next to the vet, who looks at him sideways.

"Thought you'd be the first one in, sailor."

"Not today. I'm gonna make fun of the others when they come back keeling over instead."

"Wake me up when that happens, then. I'm gonna take a nap."

Wind sits on the beach and watches his brothers play in the water. He expects them to give up quickly, for them to haul themselves onto the sand panting and raw nerved. They just keep swimming. Wind worries, looking for signs of sea poisoning, but...

The traveler is slightly farther from shore than before, though still standing rather than kicking. He glides his hands over the water in delight. The champion seems to have been caught up in a game with Four on his shoulders and Sky on Warriors'. The rancher has settled into a laying float alongside his predecessor.

Sky falls off of the captain. The splash turns Hyrule's eyes, and then they turn toward Wind himself. "Come in, sailor! The water feels great!"

Wind reluctantly makes his way to the water's edge. He doesn't want to get in, it is dangerous to get in, there must be something innate to hero's spirit protecting them that Wind doesn't have since he wasn't born with it already in place.

"Wind?" Hyrule looks concerned.

Do Not Underestimate the Sea. That was one of the first things taught to Wind in his life. Do Not Underestimate the Sea is pinned to Sturgeon's board of wisdom. Do Not Underestimate the Sea is what keeps a sailor alive.

Stepping into unknown seawater seems an awful lot like underestimating it. He does not know how to convey this to his fellow hero. Instead, he takes a step in. Then another, when Hyrule smiles at him, and another and another until he's as far as Hyrule. Wind has to bob rather than tiptoe like Hyrule, but it doesn't bother him. Nothing bothers him at all because he is a master pirate and slayer of evil and rescuer of islands. He's not afraid at all.

Hyrule starts telling him about learning to swim from the old man before Wind joined the chain. Wind waits for the infusion of fatigue that swimming inevitably brings.

It never comes.

At home, too much time in the water saps his energy like nothing else, and even Grandma's soup doesn't help him feel better. Even after hours in the water his brothers are tired in the regular way. After at least an hour in the water himself, Wind feels no familiar ache on his skin, no soreness in his spirit.

Long after their "beach day" ends, Wind is still thinking about it. Saltwater and its damage.

Only his saltwater, apparently. He starts asking more pointed questions than he ever has, demanding to know of everyone's encounters with their smaller seas.

Twilight and Sky claim to have none while Wars says he's never been outside of Wind's era. Hyrule went to an ocean palace once, but he has nothing to say about the water since he walked over top of it. An outrage and totally cool discovery he will have to circle back to another time. Four only says that he wishes there were less creatures lurking under the water.

Time considers Wind for too long before admitting that he once went to a Great Bay, and the water was too warm for the people living in it until he cleared the dungeon. Legend looks at him even longer before brushing him off with something about how open water is too unpredictable for his taste.

Wind asks Wild what his saltwater is like. He knows the champion has an entire seaside village he talks about fondly. The champion is the only other Link with rito. Surely, his ocean is the same as Wind's. Wild tells him about an ocean full of underwater flowers and entire schools of fish. Wild tells him about a sea that sounds like a fairy tale- a sea that is entirely alien.

Wind knows water better than any of them. He doesn't know anything at all, apparently. Everyone agrees that monsters and plants and people and fish are all supposed to live in the ocean. That life is not supposed to stop at the sea's edge. Wind knows his Great Sea better than anyone knows their own and what Wind knows about it is that it is dead. Seawater is for boats and storm gods.

Life is in the rainwater pools and mountain tops. Life is island grass and beach crabs under the sand. Life is on land. Death is on saltwater, unless you are tough, unless you are brave and clever like Tetra. Like Wind learned to be.

Realizing all that his ocean could have been, what it mostly was before the Hero disappeared and the Goddesses flooded the world, makes it hard to keep an even keel. He will, though. He has to make it through this quest for the Shadow, and then he can go home and have the kind of adventure Tetra promised, and when it all seems hopeless, their sailing a pointless waste of time chasing nothing but the sun, Wind can remember a day at the beach.

He'll tell Tetra all about it. The seas in other eras that he saw and the ones he only heard about. Wind will go home and sail the whole world until he finds somewhere to take her swimming. Some new place where the water doesn't hurt.

i know shit about wind waker and even less about fishing but PLEASE. takes your hand. we can't keep believing wind when he presents his hyrule as the idyllic seafarer's paradise. he doesn't know the DIFFERENCE. he's a child of the apocalypse just as much as any of time's successors he;s the heir to a kingdom of ruins!!!! there's no fish in his oceans. there's no life in his seas. his zora evolved into birds to get away from the water. does that not tell you something. the fishpeople learnt to fly. the population of the great sea is so SMALL and yet the fishermen still risk their lives searching for enough meat to feed their families because, as ganondorf says, "they are vast seas... they yield no fish to catch." nobody in the game ever gives link a fishing rod. NO FISHING ROD. in the OCEAN BASED ZELDA GAME. no fish motifs in the architecture no swimming for long periods no diving. wind has been born into a world that is unnaturally barren, and it's all but invisible unless you're trying to actually survive there, because the raw power of ocean remains. the tides rise and fall. the moon shines and the islands are peaceful and everything is dead. wind's timeline & the downfall timeline have a lot more in common than you might think. can you imagine the chain travelling to an ocean in another time and wind thinking he knows what an ocean is like. and he doesn't. these new strange oceans are full of fish, and coral, and strange creatures he's never heard of, turtles and dolphins and whales and seals and jellyfish. sharks and eels and stingrays and yabbies and clams and rockpools full of starfish and crabs and octopi. and this is what the ocean is supposed to be like?? hes a CHILD OF THE APOCALYPSE!!!!!! i want someone to take the awestruck wonder people give the downfall boys about fruit-bearing trees and shove it at wind

[angelx]

⟡ ݁₊ . Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!reader headcannons that have been killing me from the inside ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Handsy in the most wholesome way: Kirishima doesn’t even realize how much he loves touching you — hand on your waist while you’re brushing your teeth, arms wrapped around your shoulders while you cook, or just dragging you into his lap while gaming. His love language is touch and it shows. “What, babe? Just makin’ sure my girl’s still real. Gotta hold you for quality control.”

Always horny in the morning: He wakes up with morning wood and the audacity to grind against your thigh like he’s dreaming. You’ll open your eyes to his sleepy little smile and raspy voice like: “Mornin’, sunshine. You feelin’ this too or should I hit the shower solo?”

Obsessed with your thighs: Man’s a thigh maniac. He lays his head on them like a pillow, massages them when you’re watching TV, and definitely likes to bite them during makeout sessions. You sit on his lap in shorts and he's fighting demons. “You tryin’ to kill me, baby? Wearin’ those shorts like that... You got no mercy.”

Huge fan of showering together: He’ll suggest it under the guise of being “eco-friendly” but let’s be real — it’s just an excuse to soap you up and press his chest against your back. Kiri in a steamy bathroom? His hair down and voice low? You’re not making it out.

Gets flustered but loves when you're bold: You call him "daddy" as a joke? He short-circuits. You sit on his lap in public? He’s sweating. You whisper something dirty in his ear? Man’s blushing and grinning like it’s Christmas morning. But you know he’s into it. “Y-You can’t just say that, babe… now I gotta walk around with a damn hoodie in front of my pants.”

Ridiculously good at aftercare: Even if it’s just heavy makeout sessions, he’s wiping you down with a warm towel, getting you water, tucking you in, giving you forehead kisses, and calling you “his precious girl.” He takes care of you like you're made of glass.

Big on praising you… but also loves being praised: He calls you gorgeous, perfect, and strong like it’s your name. But if you tell him he’s handsome? Or strong? Or say something like “You feel so good”? He’s putty. Putty with a boner.

Turns into a needy little thing if you ignore him. Busy with homework? Working late? He’ll poke your cheek, kiss your neck, or send you pics of him pouting with captions like "Miss me yet? 🥺👉👈” until you cave.

Mutters the filthiest things in your ear when he's in the mood: Normally sunshine boy. But when he wants you? His voice drops an octave and he says stuff like: “If we weren’t out in public, I’d have you bent over the nearest surface by now.” “You’ve been teasing me all night. Get in the car. Now.”

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[nicholastcall]

2 am.

haechan! sub x f.reader! soft dom | smut (mdni) | wc; 2.8k

desc : You and Haechan have been friends for some time now. After a late night conversation, it is followed by something you never expected coming.

⚠️ content : begging, riding, sweat, praise, d in p, unprotected sex (stay safe irl), bondage, eating out, pet names, finishing inside, slight body worship, oral (f. receiving), subtle aftercare

a/n : Hi everyone !! I wanted to branch out for who I'm writing so I hope you guys enjoy this one, it's also my first f!reader fic so hopefully it isn't too bad lol

You and Haechan are laying down together having late night talks one night. Topics being thrown out left and right, from embarrassing high school memories to funny date stories you two haven’t told each other quite yet. The room was filled with nothing but your voices - no cars, no tv, not even a cricket could be heard.

Then, the topic came up - sexual fantasies. You two had been close for a while but really haven’t talked about sexual experiences outside of your guy’s first times. The tenseness in the air thickens when this topic comes up as you deep down had slight feelings for Haechan, you just couldn’t tell him. Your chest clenches and your muscles tighten as silence soon follows.

“Well, I’ll go first since I brought it up. I’ve always wanted to have someone on top riding me. I’m always on top of the person I’m fucking and I get tired after a while so I just wanna sit and relax and enjoy it.”

Fuck. All you could think about was you on top of him, bouncing up and down on his cock, sweat dripping from your body onto his bare chest. His head tilting back from the pleasure and the quiet curses coming from his throat. Your arousal slowly hit you and you visibly became more red as your mind roamed wild with your imagination.

You close your legs to hide it but your skin was as bright as a tomato. There was no hiding how turned on you were. Haechan turns to you to hear your response to be met with your visibly flustered state. He smirks knowing what effect he has on you and goes back to staring at the ceiling.

“What about you y/n, do you have anything you’ve ever wanted to try?”

In the moment you freeze and your brain is racing at a million miles a second. You try to think of something, anything to say to him but the words won’t come out. All you could think about was his dick inside of you and how badly you wanted to experience it.

Then you think of something - bondage. You’ve always wanted to try to be in control in the moment but have never gotten the chance to. You’ve always thought about it with Haechan. You’ve heard him whine over not getting his way. Beg for something when you’re keeping it away from him. You knew it would be such a sight to see while fucking him. So you take a deep breath and start to open your mouth.

“Actually, there is one thing. I’ve always wanted to tie the person’s wrists to something. Or even together. I want to know what it’s like to have power in the moment.”

Chills went down your spine as total silence fills the room following your response. You don’t dare move as you don’t want the moment to become even more awkward than it already was. The atmosphere in the room completely changed after your response - the air heavier and your breathing becoming more shallow.

Haechan flips himself to lay on his stomach as he moves his hand to graze over your thigh. Your muscle quivers at the sudden contact and a gasp is released filling the once silent room. You look down at him and catch his gaze - the hunger in his eyes evident. You could sense his desire for you in that moment growing, becoming stronger.

He slowly slides up your thigh, feeling every single twitch throughout your body. Your chest rising and falling faster and faster as he gets closer to your core. You want to stop him but your body responds otherwise. You deep down want this - desire this. He stops right at the waistband of your shorts as he stares into your eyes with a hungry grin.

“How about we kill two birds with one stone?”

Time felt like it slowed down at that moment. You stared into each other's eyes with lust, desire, need. Seconds felt like minutes. You felt like your breathing was slowing down at the intensity of the situation he put you in. Never in a million years did you think your friend of so long would ask you to have sex. Let alone someone you’ve craved for so long.

Your heart speaks before your brain as you nod at him in approval, giving him the green light that you want this too. He smirks once again in satisfaction as he gives you light kisses along your thigh as he pulls your shorts down. The warmth of his lips melted onto your exposed skin filling the cold air that hit moments prior.

Your head rolls back as you feel him shift in between your legs. The weight of the bed causes your lower body to slightly dip as he lays in front of you, licking up your thigh. He finally reaches your core as he starts teasing it with his tongue. Your arousal becomes more and more evident as he licks up your clothed folds, causing you to moan out loud.

He lifts up after some time of teasing you to look at your fucked out face. Mouth open and chest rising and falling deeper than before. Your cheeks flushed out as subtle moans leave your throat from the feeling of him leaving you.

“Fuck baby, all this just from me teasing you? You must have really wanted this.” You couldn’t respond to him, just heavy breathing escaping your mouth as you try to calm down from the pleasure. He goes back in, hovering above your cunt, pausing to see how desperate you are. You feel his breath on your wetness and arch into him at the feeling.

He moves your panties to the side and starts devouring you. Your juices spread all over his face as you reach into his fluffy brown hair and take a handful of it into your palms. You pull him closer into you desperately as he groans into you. The sound of his tongue lapping over your wet pussy and his satisfied groans fill the silent room as you start to feel heavenly. His name soon becomes the only word you remember as your legs start to shake around him.

He hooks his arms around your bare thighs holding you in place as his tongue dives deeper in you. Your head tips back from satisfaction as his tongue slowly fucks into you. You feel the heat inside of you and your muscles tense up as you start to reach your climax. Haechan can feel you tighten everywhere, hear you get louder. He knows you’re close too.

“Fuck Haechan, I’m so close.” His tongue’s pace fastens as your back starts to arch off of the bed. Sweat dripping down your face as you feel your climax edging you. The erotic noises from you cause Haechan to become hard, his tent evident in his pants as he starts to grind on the bed to find some relief.

He continues to eat you out as he groans into you more aggressively. He brings a hand from your thigh back around to your cunt as he starts rubbing circles on it. The sensation was too much for you, almost causing you to scream at the feeling of him.

Mixes of explicits and his name leave your mouth as you came on his face. The climax hit you like a truck. Your back arching off of the bed as the sound of slurping radiates from your core, Haechan licking it up as you finish. Your hand tightens its hold in his hair causing him to grunt from the feeling, smirking into your soaked pussy.

He comes up, your juices all over his face as he licks his lips. Your stomach tightens at the erotic scene in front of you, and you look down and notice his hard cock in his pants. You bite your bottom lip as he comes up to meet your lips with his. You taste yourself on his lips and you reach down to palm his cock through his pants. He moans into your mouth, high pitched and so needy.

“You can still give me another one, right y/n?” He says as he moves his lips to the skin of your neck. You tilt your head to the side to give him more room to contact. The feeling of him groaning on your neck while stroking his erection was almost too much.

“Y-yes I still can” You muster up the strength to mutter out. You take the buttons of his shirt into your hands to slowly start undoing. The golden skin of his peaking through the newly made opening almost calling your name. He leans off of your neck to allow you to remove his shirt to reveal his lean figure. You stare at the sight in front of you, taking it all in.

He shifts back onto you capturing your lips into his as he grinds his erection into your soaked crotch. You wrap your legs around him as you feel his long, hard cock tease your entrance with slow strokes. You hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself. Haechans head dips back from the satisfaction your pussy is giving him, clearly forgetting what you two are supposed to be doing and wanting to get himself to his own climax.

You regain control of yourself and push himself off of you, now positioning himself kneeling in front of you. You reach up and undo the belt to his pants quickly. Your need for him inside of you at its peak and you couldn’t wait any longer.

You remove the belt from the loops and flip him over to your former position so you’re straddling his lap. His hands on your hips as you create friction between you and his cock. The feeling of it teasing your core even more made you restless. You needed him inside of you now or it was going to drive you wild.

“My turn to make you feel good.” You grab his wrist and raise them to the bed frame. You take the belt you removed from his pants and use it to tie him to the post. Haechan moans a little at the feeling of being tied up. Not because it hurts, but because he is enjoying this a lot more than he expected.

You finish with the belt and fall back to his lap. The newly exposed skin, the flexed biceps from his position, the messy hair on him. Your arousal was coming back - and was harder. You slide back to grab the waistband of his pants. Haechan licks his lips as you slide his pants down along with his boxers in one push.

His cock springs out and slaps his abdomen when it comes out. His hard, long cock was leaking with precum at the tip from the prior actions of you two. You lick your lips at the sight as you reach out to grab his length. Wrapping your fingers around his cock makes him shutter. The satisfaction of finally being able to feel pleasure was very evident. His abdomen contracts as you apply more pressure, defining his toned stomach. His arms tensed, flexing even more as he was trying to move.

You stroke his cock, making it leak more of his built up juices as you lean in to lick up the mess. The feeling of your tongue dragging from his base to his tip had him moaning your name. The combination of your tongue and hand working his cock and the restraints on his wrists were driving him crazy. Back arching against the bed, the room was slowly filled with his quiet moans and you giving him slow, long strokes.

“Y/n your tongue feels so good. Please don’t stop, wanna cum in your mouth baby.” You stop licking his cock to look up at him, still stroking him but slightly faster now. His breath becomes more ragged and unpredictable. His chest muscles rising and falling even faster than before, you can tell he’s close.

“Not yet Haechan, what’s the fun in that? You can hold on for a little longer right? I still haven’t even gotten to ride your cock yet.” His face becoming more red, he nods to let you know he can continue. You smirk as you leave small kisses on his body. From his cock, the sides of his thighs, up his abdomen, his chest, the creases on his armpits, his neck, up to his face.

You reposition yourself on top of him, teasing his now bare cock with your pussy. Your hands on his sweaty, bare chest, you begin to slowly move up and down rubbing yourself on him. The wet sounds coming from you were heaven to both of your ears, causing both of you to moan. Your hot breath on each other's mouths as you soak his cock in your juices.

You reach down to grab his cock in your hand. You feel his body twitching under you, the need of your pussy around him evident. The needy look in his eyes as he’s under your mercy makes you twitch above him. The power of being in control felt so good you didn’t want this to ever end.

You finally line his cock up with your hole. The wetness from your arousal allows an easy entry to your tight pussy. The slow burn of him entering you gradually turned into a pleasurable pain. Your mouth agape as you sank down onto him, using his chest as an anchor for you. You finally sink down onto him as he whips his head back in pleasure. The tightness of you was too much for him to handle, he couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of his throat.

You sit there as you both let out moans, adjusting to his size. After some time you slowly start to move. Up, down. Up, down. A steady rhythm was set as the sound of skin on skin fills the room. The wetness around his cock became more and more noticeable as you bounced on him.

“Fuck y/n, just like that. Don’t stop, that tight pussy around my cock feels so good.” Haechan let out as you leaned forward to capture the taste of his skin on your tongue. You took advantage of the vulnerability of his position. You licked everywhere on his body, the control making you feral. You captured his neck, his chest, his armpits, his biceps, everywhere with your tongue. The saltiness of his sweat and the musk coming off of him makes your arousal a multitude stronger.

Haechan is squirming under you, unable to move, all he is able to do is take what you give him. His back arches off the back, his muscles tightening throughout his whole body, he was losing control of himself as he was reaching climax. He stares up at you, basking in what is in front of him. His fucked out face looking back at you as you lean back, using his thighs to support your rhythm as you move harder on his waist.

As you switch to this angle you feel his cock twitching inside of you while hitting deep inside of you. The spot you could never reach with anything he was hitting like it was nothing. Your head tilts back as the sensation brings you closer to your high. The rhythm you set became more sloppy as you were chasing both of your highs.

“Haechan I’m about to cum!”

“Let it out please, cum around my cock. I want to feel your juices all around me. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”

His words were the final push as you came harder than last time around him. Your pussy clenched around him, making him moan out loud with you. You slowed down to come down from your high, but Haechan wasn’t done. He started slamming into you from below, head tilting back into the pillows, hands holding onto the bed frame. You lean forward from the overstimulation of your clit, sinking your face into the side of his neck.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” With that he released inside of you. You felt his dick twitch inside of you as he filled you up with his cum. You sit there for a moment, the two of you coming down. You push yourself up as you get him out from inside of you. You moan at the feeling of him leaving your hole as you reach out to his wrists to untie the belt to release his wrists.

After releasing his wrists you both lay together. He wraps his arm around you as you lay your head onto his chest. You stay that way for a little bit until you look up at his sweaty face.

“Hope you enjoyed your fantasy Hyuck.”

“Same to you y/n. We should've done this earlier, that was amazing.” He says to you as you lean up to give him a kiss then both fall asleep in each other's embrace.

[pankesitopank]

Jisung x Fem!reader x Felix

Summary: You and your two closest friends, Han and Felix, have been toeing the line between flirtation and chaos for weeks. It was only a matter of time before one late-night movie turned into a confessional… and then something a little filthier.

cw: Threesome (mxfxm), oral (f receiving), fingering, pussy-drunk!Jisung, teasing, begging, overstimulation, praise kink, creampie mention (protected)

wc: 4,5k

note: aaaaa this came from a request but since i had answered it before i don't have it lolll

also i feel that the foreplay was better and it lasted longer than the sex itself hahaha i hope you like it as well

You’d noticed it before — the way Han’s gaze lingered a little too long. At first, you thought it was just him being spacey. Jisung always got that faraway look when he was in his head, dreaming up lyrics or zoning out in conversation. But lately, it wasn’t just spacing out.

It was staring.

And it was always at you.

Sometimes when you were talking to Felix, sometimes when you were doing something as simple as sipping from your drink. Once, you caught him mid-bite into a slice of pizza, frozen with his mouth open like his brain had short-circuited just from watching you lick tomato sauce off your thumb. He’d turned beet red when you caught him, muttering some garbled excuse as he choked down the rest of his slice.

And now? It was getting harder to ignore.

The three of you were hanging out in Felix’s room, surrounded by a fortress of blankets, half-empty snack bags, and dim fairy lights clinging to the walls. You’d started with a movie, but it had long since become background noise — just low, occasional explosions and muffled dialogue while the conversation drifted between jokes and deep-late-night thoughts.

You were curled up between them on the bed, legs tangled, Felix’s thigh pressed warmly against yours. Jisung was on your other side, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie, his elbow bumping yours every now and then like he was trying not to get too close but failing miserably.

You could feel it again.

That gaze.

You turned your head, slowly, meeting his eyes — and sure enough, he froze. His lips parted, like he was about to say something. But he didn’t. Just blinked rapidly and looked down, ears pink, like you’d caught him peeking into something private.

Felix noticed.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just leaned forward to grab another handful of popcorn, the movement drawing your attention with it. His hand brushed across your knee — casual, but purposeful — and then he tossed a single piece into his mouth with a loud crunch.

“You gonna keep staring at her like that all night, or are you gonna say something?”

The silence dropped like a stone.

Your breath caught. Slowly, you turned your head again — not to Jisung this time, but to Felix. He wasn’t looking at the screen. He was looking at Jisung, one brow raised, lips curled into a small, smug smirk.

Jisung flailed immediately, choking on air. “I– I wasn’t–! What are you talking about, I wasn’t staring, I was just–!”

“Just burning holes into the side of her face with your eyes?” Felix said calmly, chewing his popcorn with a casual pop of his jaw. “You’ve been doing it all night… pretty sure she noticed too.”

You swallowed. Your fingers curled into the blanket bunched up around your lap. Felix wasn’t looking at you, but you felt the shift in his tone — the slight drop, a little heavier, a little smoother. He knew. And he wasn’t going to let it go.

Jisung groaned, dragging his hoodie over his head and flopping backwards. “Felix, why—?!”

“Because it’s obvious,” Felix said, finally turning his gaze on you. The look in his eyes made your stomach flip. “Isn’t it?”

You were caught between them. Heart hammering. Jisung flustered to your right, red-faced and squirmy, and Felix calm and steady to your left, looking at you with something unreadable but not unwelcome.

“I… noticed,” you said softly, voice thinner than usual.

Jisung let out a quiet, pitiful whine behind his sleeves.

“I mean,” you added, glancing his way, “It wasn’t, like, creepy or anything. Just… obvious.”

“Thank you,” Felix said, like you’d just handed him a long-awaited answer.

“Can we not do this right now?” Jisung moaned, still hiding. “I will literally melt into this mattress. I will evaporate. You’re going to kill me.”

Felix leaned over your legs and plucked a pillow from behind him. He smacked Jisung gently in the face with it. “You’re being dramatic.”

“You’re trying to expose me in front of my crush!”

You blinked. That made Felix pause.

��…Your what?”

Jisung froze again, this time with genuine horror. His hands dropped slowly, hoodie tugged halfway off his head, eyes wide like he’d just realized what he said.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. “Did I say that out loud?”

Felix’s smile widened. “You did.”

You stared at him — the frantic twitch of his fingers, the nervous chew on his lip. “You… have a crush on me?”

“I– I didn’t mean to–! I wasn’t gonna say anything, it’s just–!” Jisung sat up, fists clutching at his hoodie strings. “You’re always so nice to me, and you laugh at my jokes even when they’re dumb, and you look really good when you’re sleepy and wearing those big shirts and I’m really sorry I ruined everything–!”

“You didn’t,” you said before you could stop yourself. Your voice was soft. Maybe too soft. “Ruin anything, I mean.”

That shut him up fast.

Felix’s gaze ticked between the two of you. And then he leaned in, voice smooth and low. “So. You like her.”

Jisung groaned. “Obviously.”

Felix turned to you. “You like him?”

The question hit harder than you expected. Not because you hadn’t thought about it. You had. A lot, actually. Jisung’s laugh, his ridiculous impressions, the way he always remembered the little things — like how you took your coffee, or that you hated when popcorn kernels got stuck in your teeth. He was chaos wrapped in sensitivity, flirty in a shy kind of way, and sweet enough to knock the breath out of you when you weren’t ready.

And then there was Felix. Felix, who saw everything, who sat close and spoke softly and somehow always knew when to step in and when to let things play out. He was watching you now like he already knew the answer.

“…I do,” you said finally. “I like him.”

Jisung made a sound — like someone had taken all the air out of him in one punch.

“Cute,” Felix said. “Very cute.”

You turned to him again. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You’re the one bringing it all up.”

Felix tilted his head, golden hair falling into his eyes. “I’m just making sure everyone’s honest. No more secrets.”

There was a pause. A pulse of something heavy in the air.

“So…” Jisung started, voice wobbly. “What now?”

Felix looked between you again. His eyes lingered — on Jisung’s flushed face, your parted lips, the inch of space between your thighs on the bed.

“I think,” he said, voice like velvet, “You’ve been wanting to kiss her for a while.”

Jisung squeaked. “dude!”

“I’m just saying,” Felix shrugged, reaching for more popcorn. “Now seems like a good time.”

You turned your head again. Jisung’s eyes were wide, mouth opening and closing in silence. He looked like he was about to explode.

You leaned in just slightly, letting your knees bump his. “Jisung.”

He looked at you, breathless.

“Do you want to?”

His fingers twitched. His whole body leaned slightly toward you, like gravity was pulling him and he was just now allowing himself to feel it. His eyes searched yours, mouth parting slowly.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, I really want to.”

Your heart thudded loud enough you were sure Felix could hear it.

You leaned in — and Jisung met you halfway.

His lips were soft. Hesitant at first, just a brush, and then again with a little more pressure, like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to have this. You felt his fingers graze your thigh, and when he pulled back, he looked dazed. Like he’d just stepped into a dream.

“…Whoa,” he breathed.

Felix smirked behind his hand.

And you? You were still holding your breath, blinking in slow disbelief, skin buzzing where Jisung’s hand had touched you.

Felix leaned back on his hands. “Alright,” he said with a grin. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” his voice was a little lower. Slower. Like he was savoring it.

Jisung was still blinking at you like he couldn’t believe you were real. Like the kiss had short-circuited him. His mouth was pink and parted, and his cheeks were so red they nearly matched the hood tugged halfway down his face. You could feel the heat from him, the fluttery static in the space between your bodies, and somehow the air in Felix’s room suddenly felt too thick to breathe properly.

Felix didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes dragged over both of you. He looked relaxed — reclining on one arm, one leg bent up on the bed, the other draped carelessly off the side. Casual posture, but there was something sharp behind his gaze. Something knowing.

He tilted his head, and that simple little movement had your stomach tightening.

“So?” he said. “How’d it feel?”

Jisung squeaked, still looking at him with shock

“It’s a fair question,” Felix said, popping another piece of popcorn into his mouth. “You’ve been staring at her like you’d pass out if she even touched you. And now she kissed you.” He looked at you next, his grin spreading. “Twice.”

You weren’t sure how your voice even worked with the way your pulse was thrumming, but you still found yourself answering, “Felt good.”

Jisung made another strangled noise. “You guys are evil.”

Felix just laughed, leaning forward to bump his knee against yours. “No, no. We’re just honest.”

And then his hand slid across your thigh — slow, like a whisper — before it returned to his own lap. Your whole body stilled.

“Felix…” you said, your voice catching slightly.

“What?” he said, all innocence. “You’re between us, sweetheart. Can’t be surprised if you get caught in the middle.”

Sweetheart.

You felt that all the way down your spine.

Jisung sat up straighter, brows furrowed. “Wait, are you—?”

Felix turned his gaze on him, and Jisung shut up immediately. Not because he was scared — but because the look on Felix’s face was serious in a way he rarely ever saw.

“I think,” Felix said quietly, “you’re not the only one who’s been looking.”

It hit you then — the memory of a few touches that lingered too long, the way Felix always made room for you to sit close, how he sometimes murmured your name with a soft drop in his tone that made you feel a little dizzy. He was subtle, sure. Controlled. But now, with the air cleared and your body still humming from kissing Jisung, you realized what had been simmering underneath this whole time.

“You—” you started.

“I have eyes too,” Felix said with a faint smile. “And you’re very, very hard not to look at.”

Jisung made a noise of protest. “You said you were just making sure we were honest—!”

“I was,” Felix said, spreading his hands. “But then you kissed, and now you’re both sitting here all flushed and squirmy, and it feels a little unfair if I don’t get to have some fun too.”

He said it like a joke. Like it was just friendly teasing.

But then he leaned in — right up close to your ear — and his voice dropped into something softer, silkier.

“Besides,” he whispered, “I don’t think you’d mind.”

You didn’t. You really, really didn’t.

Your breath stuttered as you turned toward him — just in time for him to draw back with that smug, slow grin. His hand found your knee again, fingers trailing just along the edge of the blanket, not quite slipping under it.

Jisung looked like he might faint. “Are we—what is happening?! Are we seriously—?!”

You turned to him, a soft laugh breaking from your lips despite how warm your skin felt.

“I don’t know,” you said. “Are we?”

That question seemed to knock the wind right out of him. He stared at you, at Felix, then back at you — like his brain was trying to load multiple tabs at once and crashing under the pressure.

“I don’t want to mess anything up,” he said suddenly, eyes wide, hands clasped in his lap like he didn’t trust them not to do something stupid. “You’re… you’re both really important to me. I don’t wanna—if this is just a one-time thing or if I catch feelings too fast or if we get weird—”

Felix reached out, steadying him with a hand on his thigh. “Hey. Breathe.”

Jisung blinked. “But—”

“We’re not doing anything you don’t want to do,” Felix said, gentler now. “And we’re not going anywhere unless all three of us are sure. Okay?”

Jisung’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Okay.”

Felix turned to you next. His hand slid slightly higher on your leg. “That goes for you too. If you say stop, we stop.”

Your chest tightened. You nodded, voice quiet but firm. “Okay.”

For a moment, there was nothing but the soft sound of the movie still playing in the background. Jisung’s eyes drifted to your lips, then darted away. Felix’s hand was warm on your skin, resting steady just above your knee. And somewhere in the stretch of silence, something shifted again.

“Can I kiss you?” Felix asked.

The question hit like a shot of adrenaline. You looked at him — those dark, cat-like eyes, the way he was watching you like he already knew your answer. Your lips parted around a breath.

“Sure,” you said.

He leaned in. Slower than Jisung had. More deliberate.

His lips brushed yours first — just the softest press — then again, firmer. His mouth was warm and plush and so careful, like he was testing you, seeing what you liked. His hand on your leg gripped just a little tighter, grounding you, and you tilted your head to deepen it without thinking.

When he pulled back, your lips felt kiss-bitten and sensitive, and he looked almost too proud of himself.

Jisung was quiet beside you, staring like he was witnessing something sacred.

“You okay?” you asked him softly.

His voice cracked a little. “Yeah. Just… watching you kiss Felix.”

Felix chuckled. “Wanna try something?”

That made Jisung blink. “Like what?”

Felix nudged him with his knee. “Come closer.”

Jisung moved without thinking — scooting toward the middle of the bed again, knees brushing yours.

“Closer,” Felix said, beckoning.

He obeyed, slowly, until Felix reached out — slid a hand behind his neck — and tugged him into a kiss.

Your mouth dropped open slightly.

Jisung froze at first. But Felix didn’t push. Just coaxed it out of him, slow and lazy, like drawing a confession with his mouth. When Jisung finally relaxed into it, his hand found Felix’s hip, and Felix let out the faintest noise against his lips — quiet, encouraging.

You could feel your thighs pressing together.

When they pulled apart, both of them were flushed and panting slightly. Jisung stared down at the blanket between you all like it held answers to the meaning of life.

Felix looked far too pleased.

“This is getting dangerous,” you whispered.

Felix raised a brow. “Why? Because it’s hot?”

“Because I want both of you now,” you admitted.

Jisung made another pained little sound. “This feels illegal.”

Felix smirked. “It’s not.”

His hand slid up your leg again — higher now, pushing the blanket back until it pooled around your waist. You were wearing soft sleep shorts, and the way his fingers skimmed the bare skin just below the hem made your whole body jolt with awareness.

“Still okay?” he asked, eyes on yours.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Jisung shifted closer too, his hand brushing yours like he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch. You took the lead — turned and reached for him, sliding your palm up under his hoodie, fingers brushing his side. He sucked in a breath.

“Jesus,” he whispered. “You feel so good…”

“You can touch me too,” you murmured, looking between them.

“Fuck,” Jisung breathed.

Felix leaned in from behind you, lips brushing your ear. “Say it again.”

Your breath caught. “Touch me?”

“Mmm. Just like that.”

Jisung’s hands were trembling as he lifted them — one cupping your waist, the other sliding up to your ribs. You weren’t wearing a bra, and the realization hit both of them like a punch. Felix made a noise behind you. Jisung groaned under his breath.

“I’m gonna die,” Jisung mumbled. “I’m not built for this.”

“You’re doing fine,” Felix said, his hand sliding around to your stomach. “You’re doing so fine.”

You leaned into both of them, head spinning from the weight of four hands on your body — one on your waist, one under your shirt, one skating along your thigh, one brushing just under the curve of your breast. It was overwhelming, and gentle, and charged with something just shy of explosive.

And when Felix finally whispered, “I want more,” you felt the bottom drop out of your stomach in the best way.

You weren't sure which of them moved first.

All you knew was that hands were suddenly on your hips, your waist, your thighs. Soft but firm, guiding but patient. A blur of touches that made your head spin. The air felt heavy with heat and wanting — the kind that had been coiling in the background for far too long, finally unleashed in full force.

Jisung was already breathless, pupils blown, mouth parted like he couldn’t get enough oxygen. He looked at you like he wanted to sink into your skin — like the sight of you under his hands was more than his brain could handle.

“You’re—fuck—you’re so soft,” he stammered as his thumbs skimmed under the hem of your sleep shirt. “Can I—?”

You lifted your arms without a word, and he tugged the fabric over your head.

His hands froze halfway up your body.

No bra.

“Oh my god,” he whispered.

Felix, already behind you, let out a low, appreciative hum. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous.”

And then he was pressing in — his chest flush to your back, lips brushing the shell of your ear, one hand coming around to cup your breast while the other slid down, down, stopping just before the waistband of your shorts.

“You still good?” he murmured.

You nodded, the movement small and shaky. “Yes.”

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you said again, stronger this time. “Please don’t stop.”

Felix smiled against your skin. “Good girl.”

You whined, hips twitching backward against him. He caught that, too — and rolled his hips forward in response, letting you feel the hard line of him through his sweats.

Jisung was kneeling in front of you now, mouth practically watering as he took in your bare chest. His hands slid up your sides slowly, reverently, until he was cupping your breasts with wide eyes and trembling fingers.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, thumbing one nipple experimentally.

You gasped. He moaned.

“I wanna—can I—?” he leaned forward, lips hovering.

You nodded.

The second his mouth closed around you, your whole body arched. He was warm and eager, tongue dragging in slow, sloppy licks, sucking experimentally as if he was testing how loud he could make you moan.

Felix kept his touches more restrained — his thumb brushing light circles over your other nipple while his hand between your legs finally dipped under the fabric of your shorts.

He groaned the moment his fingers met wet heat.

“Oh, she’s so wet,” he said, almost to himself. “You’re dripping, baby.”

Jisung pulled off your breast, eyes wide and shining. “Can I taste?”

Felix didn’t answer with words — just tugged your shorts down your hips and helped you step out of them. You were bare now, completely naked between the two of them, and they both stared like they were starving.

Felix helped you onto your back while Jisung settled between your legs. He looked up at you once more for permission, lips already wet, curls falling into his eyes.

You nodded.

He dove in.

There was nothing slow or tentative about him now. Jisung was hungry — mouth latching onto your pussy like he was afraid someone might stop him. His tongue licked a wide stripe up your folds before swirling around your clit, and your hips jolted up into his face with a sharp cry.

Felix groaned behind you. “That’s it, baby. Let him hear how good he’s doing.”

Jisung moaned like you had done something to him, hips grinding against the mattress like he couldn’t help it. His hands wrapped under your thighs, holding you wide open for him, and he buried his face even deeper.

You heard your own voice — high, cracked, moaning his name like a prayer.

“Oh my god, Jisung—!”

He was babbling into you now, praise and filth tangled together in the wet sounds of his mouth.

“You taste so good, fuck, I could do this all night, never wanna stop—fuck, you’re so wet—so pretty, baby, so fucking perfect—”

Your hands found his hair, fingers tangling tight as your hips bucked helplessly.

Felix, still behind you, moved your legs just enough to climb between them. His hand slid up to your throat, not tight, just holding you there gently — grounding you — while his other palm stroked over your stomach, your chest, your thighs.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

“I’m gonna—fuck—”

“Let him make you come,” Felix whispered. “He wants it so bad.”

And god, you did. Your back arched, thighs trembling as Jisung sucked hard on your clit, moaning like he was getting off just from the sounds you were making. You crashed into your orgasm like a wave slamming the shore — messy, loud, raw. Your thighs clamped around his head, and he whined, desperate, like he wanted you to suffocate him.

Felix let out a ragged breath. “Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”

Jisung pulled back only when your hips stopped twitching, lips shiny, cheeks flushed, pupils blown.

“Can I—?” he asked again, voice rough. “I wanna—please—”

“Want to fuck her?” Felix asked, amused.

Jisung groaned. “Yes.”

You were still panting, body thrumming from aftershocks, but you reached for him without hesitation.

“Yes,” you said. “Want you.”

He nearly exploded on the spot.

Felix laughed, low and pleased. “Condom?”

Jisung scrambled for his wallet, hands shaking. Felix took the wrapper, tore it open, and passed it back.

“Take it slow,” he murmured, guiding him between your legs. “She’s sensitive now.”

Jisung nodded, then pressed his forehead to yours as he lined himself up.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” he said.

You kissed him.

That was all the answer he needed.

He sank into you slowly, inch by inch — thick and hot and stretching you open. You gasped into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist, arms clinging to his shoulders.

“F-fuck,” he choked. “You’re—shit, you’re so tight, I—”

Felix watched, one hand stroking over your ribs, the other ghosting up Jisung’s back.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmured. “Look at how well she takes you.”

Jisung buried his face in your neck and whimpered. “I’m not gonna last. Fuck. Fuck.”

“You will,” Felix said. “You want her to come again, don’t you?”

Jisung nodded frantically. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

He started to move — slow at first, careful. Then deeper. Harder. Each thrust made your breath catch, your body stretch, your nails dig into his back.

Felix shifted beside you, one hand sliding between your legs again, stroking your clit with slow, tight circles.

Your hips jerked.

“F-Felix—!”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Come for us again, sweetheart.”

You were close again — your body never quite recovering from the first orgasm, every nerve still raw, and now Jisung was fucking you like his life depended on it, and Felix was touching you like he knew exactly how to break you apart.

“Gonna—fuck—gonna come again—!”

Jisung’s rhythm stuttered. “Do it, baby. Please. Wanna feel you—fuck—wanna feel you come all over my cock.”

Felix kissed your temple. “Let go.”

You did.

Your second orgasm hit even harder — your legs clenching, back arching, voice cracking into a cry that echoed off the walls. Jisung sobbed your name, thrusting deep once, twice, then pulling out and finishing all over your stomach with a desperate, broken moan.

You both collapsed.

For a moment, the room was silent save for heavy breathing, tangled limbs, and the soft buzz of the fan.

Then Felix leaned over, kissed your cheek, and whispered, “My turn.”

Your eyes fluttered open. “Please.”

Jisung groaned, rolling to the side, completely dazed. “God, I’m dead. I died. This is heaven.”

Felix chuckled, already rolling on a condom. “Not yet, hyung. Stay with us.”

He moved between your legs, guiding himself to your entrance, his eyes locked on yours.

“Still okay?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yes. Want you.”

“Good girl,” he murmured.

Then he pushed in.

You gasped — body already sore and swollen from Jisung, and now filled again by something just as thick, just as perfect, but moving in a different rhythm. Felix was slower, deeper, more controlled. Every thrust was deliberate. Every drag of his cock was designed to make you feel everything.

Jisung watched, glassy-eyed and panting, as Felix fucked you like he owned you — kissing you deep, praising you in that low, warm voice.

“So perfect,” he whispered. “Taking me so well. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

You whined, nails digging into his arms. “Don’t stop—fuck—don’t stop—!”

“I won’t, baby,” he said. “I’ll give you everything.”

He shifted his angle, grinding deeper, and you screamed.

Jisung moaned from the side. “She’s coming again—fuck, look at her—look at her—”

Felix never looked away. He held you through it — whispered you through it — kissed you through it — and when he came, he did it with a deep groan and your name falling from his lips like a hymn.

Later, the three of you lay tangled together, limbs a mess of sweat and blankets, bodies still humming from everything that just happened.

“Next movie night’s gonna be awkward,” Jisung mumbled into your shoulder.

You giggled. “Why? Planning to pretend this didn’t happen?”

He groaned. “No. Just… might pass out again.”

Felix reached over, tugged him into the cuddle pile. “You’ll live.”

You smiled sleepily, nestled between both of them, heart full.

Yeah. You would live.

And maybe — just maybe — this was only the beginning.

[lonelystczennie]

Dating Chan Headcanons

Chan x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Headcanons for boyfriend Chan w a plus sized partner

Warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Guess who remembered this blog after like 6 months!🎉 Thanks to @bethanysnow for supporting and encouraging me to finally write this hc series. These hcs are written with plus sized partners in mind, but most points could apply to anyone regardless of size. Hope you like it, lmk if y’all want part 2(or the nsfw version)!

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Dating Chan is incredibly soft. Everything with him is comfort and gentle intensity and the two of you learning to feel safe with each other.

He would definitely be friends first. Even if he fell head over heels the very first time saw you, he would instantly friend-zone himself, bc he worries about how busy he always is and thinks you deserve someone ‘better’ who can give you more time and attention.

He’s also very slow to fully put his trust in people I think. He’s had his trust betrayed and been let down really badly in the past, so it takes him a while to let the walls down enough to let you in.

Once he lets you in tho, he’s fiercely loyal and protective of you. He’s always on the lookout for your best interests and making sure he’s there for you if you need to talk or a shoulder to cry on. Lord help if he catches anyone disrespecting or talking shit about you, he can make them shrivel up with just a look and a few choice words.

He won’t dare hear you talk badly about yourself either, turning any disparaging comments around to show you how absolutely amazing he thinks you are. He takes every opportunity to call you beautiful, even using it like a nickname for you(it’s honestly rarer to hear him call you by your actual name than a petname, lol)

He still flirts and teases you tho, even when you’re still just friends, because there’s no real harm in it right? Not if it makes you smile.

He’s actually a terrible flirt tho, because he will start out trying to be smooth and seductive and making you flustered, but then you both just end up blushing or dissolving into giggles cause y’all can’t keep it together(I think he would legit play the pickup line game with you like he used to on Channie’s room)

He has a habit of making you flustered without even realizing it sometimes. Like the way he gently guides or moves you with a hand on your back, always so careful and respectful. Or how he bites his lip absentmindedly when you’re talking, not realizing just how distracting the small action is(once he does tho, he does it all the time bc he’s menace)

He’s naturally very cuddly and affectionate with people, but once one of you manages to fess up and admit you like each other, he turns into the softest, cuddliest teddy bear you’ve ever met. He’s always hugging or holding onto you, and it’s not even a suggestive thing majority of the time, he just takes a great deal of joy and comfort in feeling you close to him.

Acts of service is also definitely one of his love languages, he loves getting to take care of you, especially in more domestic settings. Like you will come home from a shitty day at work/university to find your laundry done and him in the kitchen cooking you dinner. He loves when you take care of him as well, tho he has a hard time admitting it at first.

Sleeps better with you by his side, and has stolen your sweaters or hoodies on multiple occasions to sleep with when he has to go on tour or be away from you for long stretches of time.

Strong AF and loves to show off for you(anyone else remember those bubble messages where he said he trains to be strong enough to lift Stay?? Like I died??) he loves flexing the fact that he can lift you or move you around with ease.(don’t dare ever say that you’re too heavy for him, because he will take it as a challenge and will do his damnedest to prove you wrong)

Like he is lowkey obsessed with your body, he loves how soft and warm you are, how your figure fits against his or presses him into the bed when you’re on top. He also loves that he can be a lil rougher with you, not having to worry about breaking you if he manhandles you a little bit(or a lotta bit hehe)

You learn firsthand the differences between Chan, Channie, and Christopher.

Chan is soft and comfy, he likes to surprise you with little kisses whenever he passes you and still acts like the goofy lil bean that you fell for when you were friends.

Channie is extra sweet and clingy, nuzzling into your chest when he’s tired after a rough day, wanting nothing more than to be cuddled and called sweet names. He’s not afraid to bust out the aegyo to get your attention and make you smile.

Christopher however is quiet and intense, dark eyes that follow your every move and is constantly not-so-subtly trailing his hands over your curves, murmuring thoughts in your ear that make your knees weak.

Overall tho, he’s just a big softie who adores you and will do anything to make you smile. He’s your best friend, bodyguard, personal therapist, and ultimate hype man, and no matter what else is going on in your worlds, you know you have each other.

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THIS IS SP VAGUE BUT maybe MC who only ever wears skirts? You can ignore this if you want, btw I love your writing soooo much! 💗

headcannons: MC who wears skirts

(thx! this is such a cute idea thanks for giving me creative liberty)

You're a fashion-forward MC who wears skirts regularly, favoring shorter styles but always dressing with intentionality and flair. Whether it’s a casual mini, pleated tennis skirt, or a tailored high-waist piece that ties the outfit together, you make it work and make it look good. Your style is confident, expressive, and sometimes a little flirty without needing to explain itself. This is how the brothers react:

Lucifer

Lucifer is the type to notice everything, but he’s also impeccably restrained. He doesn’t show it, but he notices the way the fabric of your skirts sways with every step you take, how they highlight your legs in a way that makes him momentarily lose his train of thought. He’s a little protective, especially in public situations where he feels you might attract unwanted attention. If anyone dares comment on your outfit in a negative light, they’ll find themselves dealing with his cold glare. He won’t voice it, but he likes seeing you in skirts, it suits you, and there’s something about the way you carry yourself that makes the outfit look refined rather than overly flirtatious. Behind closed doors, he may even make a comment about how “those skirts seem to attract a lot of unwanted eyes." But it’s clear he’s protective in his own quiet way.

Mammon

Leviathan

You're killing him. Full stop. Every time you walk past in one of those short skirts, he’s internally combusting. His eyes dart, his brain short-circuits “D-don’t bend over like that, human! You tryin’ to give me a heart attack?!” He’s obsessed with your style and insists he’s just “lookin’ out for ya,” but let’s be real: he’s mesmerized. Jealous of the wind, even. He’ll end up buying you more skirts, too, under the excuse of “Ya looked cute in that last one so… here, whatever.” He’s mesmerized by how effortlessly confident you look, especially when you spin or twirl in a skirt. There’s something about the way you wear it that makes him feel both proud and possessive. If you wear a particularly flirty one, he may try to joke about it. “Gotta be careful with that one, yeah? Or I’ll be carrying you around all day to keep those other demons from looking.” As much as he likes the view, he’s also keen on making sure no one else gets too close

Levi’s not okay. He’s so used to fantasy characters wearing short skirts and now here you are, real-life, looking like an anime protagonist and walking next to him. He stares, then gets flustered, then tries not to stare. It’s a loop. He won’t say anything at first, but when you catch him sneaking glances, he practically folds in on himself. “Y-you’re seriously just gonna wear that? Like it’s n-no big deal?!” He lowkey loves it though, he just doesn’t know how to survive it. He’s embarrassed but can’t stop looking. He tries to distract himself by playing a new game or binge-watching anime, but no matter what, his eyes wander to the way your skirt fits. He tries to hide behind his computer screen or his manga, but the truth is, he’s a little in awe. The idea of you wearing skirts seems to match perfectly with his image of you as someone from a world that’s somehow more perfect than reality. He’ll ask if your willing to cosplay as some of his favorite skirt-wearing characters, and if you do, his brain blows a fuse.

Satan

Satan’s reactions are more subtle, but he’s definitely not immune to the way you carry yourself in a skirt. He watches you from across the room, admiring the way you can move freely, the skirts adding a graceful and almost playful quality to your every step. Satan’s the type to compliment the structure, the color coordination, the tailoring. But if your skirt’s especially short one day and you’re reaching for something on a high shelf? Yeah, he’s quietly gripping his book a little tighter. He won’t make crude comments, but he will murmur something like, “You enjoy turning heads, don’t you?” with that faint smirk of his. He’s far too composed to be obvious, but that doesn’t mean he’s unaffected. Sometimes, he’ll find himself absentmindedly running his fingers over the fabric if you sit near him, but he quickly catches himself. There’s no doubt that Satan finds it attractive and irresistible.

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Asmo is all about skirts. He’s completely enchanted by the way they highlight your legs, and he's got no problem vocalizing it. "Darling, those skirts are a look—and it’s not just the fabric I'm noticing," he teases, his voice dripping with flirtation. If you wear skirts frequently, he’ll be ecstatic, constantly complimenting your outfit and suggesting even more glamorous ones he thinks would look perfect on you. But Asmo’s mischievous side kicks in, he'll “borrow” or “swap” your skirts for ones he deems a better fit. “You’re never going to wear that skirt again, darling,” he’ll say as he gives you something more revealing or sparkly. He’s a little sneaky with his admiration but always makes sure you know how divine you look. In fact, he might ask you to model them for him, just so he can see you twirl in the most attention-grabbing outfit possible.

Belphegor

Beel doesn’t say much, but he notices. Especially when you're walking ahead of him. He’ll glance down, tilt his head slightly, then snap his eyes forward like a gentleman. He’s protective without being overbearing, walking on the outside of the street, standing behind you in crowds. When others stare, he narrows his eyes. He doesn’t mind that you wear skirts; he minds that other people forget how to behave when you do. Still, when you ask him if it looks good, he’ll blink and say, “It looks really good on you,” like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. If you're ever a bit uncomfortable, or frequently pulling your skirt down in public, without a word he'll take his jacket off and wrap it around your shoulders. It's chivalry you'll willingly accept.

He teases you, of course. “Another skirt today? Trying to distract me from my naps?” But he’s a fan, even if he pretends not to be. When you wear something especially cute, he’ll tug you onto the bed and bury his face in your lap, mumbling, “Comfy and pretty. Nice.” He’s the one who’ll idly play with the hem while the two of you lounge together, eyes half-lidded, watching you from under long lashes. He likes how you express yourself, even if he pretends he’s too sleepy to care. He enjoys watching you move around the house, your skirts flowing with your every motion. If you catch him looking, he’ll roll his eyes, but there’s a flicker of admiration in his gaze. If he ever feels jealous or protective, he’ll only show it in the most passive-aggressive way, something like, “You really should change out of that before someone else starts staring, don’t you think?” But when he says it, you know it's his form of caring.

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

My Lips Like Sugar

Summary: Yandere TEC! Juliet Starling! Reader

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, obsessive tendencies, cyber stalking, trolling, real life stalking, animal bones, blood, f slur,

A/N: Request was made by @8-bit-tomb! So sorry for taking so long! This was still very cute to do!

Reblogs are appreciated!

- Bill absolutely collapsed in terror when he saw you working at the comic book shop

- Joe’s a scared place….for nerds like him. How DARE a normie, especially one dressed as a foid, waltz in and start working the counter

- FUCK! You stand out like a sore thumb. Your over cherry demeanor’s really bringing the morale down here (probably the only reason many nerds actually stay for longer), and your sharp tongue absolutely humiliated him in front of the club (any comeback would have Bill getting flustered and just yelling incoherently)

- GOD! You even invaded his dream world! No longer thinking about Tasha or Emma! Instead, it’s now just you leading him somewhere. Well…at least it kind of smells nice and you look so happy with him-WHAT THE FUCK IS HE SAYING!

- He didn’t even go to Joe’s everyday but now he HAS to! He watches you from the corner most times. You give everyone the same “femoid” demeanor and suck on your favorite strawberry lollipop (occasionally, you sometimes find an extra or two lying around….no reason)

- Even when you’re angry you’re so cute! Bill watching your sharp tongue shut down any and all rude customers got him more angry at you! These fine young gentleman (more like rats you see on the subway), just want to shop at this fine establishment (it’s really run down)

- Sometimes, you even see love letters in front of the store. You always read them, and kind of get a kick out of them. Here was this pathetic nerd who really thought he was some hotshot! HA! You would be more mean to him if you honestly didn’t find him cute (in a pathetic way)

- Eventually, it all becomes too much for Bill. He’s practically hounding on you every single day. It’s getting to the point where he’s even fighting with the club on who should go up there and pay for the items! Even new customers are being scared away by this greasy incel!

- …Would it stop if you did accept his confession? No

- He’s a jealous yandere! He doesn’t want anyone else looking at you. Will practically be holding your waist in public

- Calling him out will result in a harsh insult while he closes the gap between you two

- Also kind of a perv to you. Especially considering what Juliet Starling wears, his eyes will wonder around your figure like a piece of meat or something

- The moment he finds out others are doing the same thing? Immediate verbal lashing and probably even getting physical with them (he always looses)

- If he’s feeling soft, will bring you a whole box of lollies and other treats to Joe’s. Only when it’s just opening or closing

- Clingy when private. Absolutely has his hands around you. Be it hugging you close behind, cuddling next to you while watching a movie, or even simply holding his hand while you two sleep

- MAYBE will learn how to do our hair in cute styles. Maybe. He doesn’t want to feel like a “fag or something”

- What a weird guard dog you have

- Josh had a similar reaction when first you, except it all came back as being terrified of you

- Especially your snappy insults. The one time you caught him stealing a collectible had him spiraling for weeks

- Tries to actively avoid you whenever you’re at the store. Fuck, probably will even change his whole walk routine just to avoid you entirely

- One day, though, something snapped. Maybe the club was being extra rough on him, even after he explicitly told them no more fat jokes

- You, being annoyed how they were digging into him, decided to actually defend him and get them so shut up before going back to sucking on your lollipop

- Could be that you just were tired of their yapping or pitied Josh, but on that day, he was sold

- It’s now the full blown opposite. Constantly writes love letters to you. This time, they’re a little more romantic and can be sappy, but still creepy in their overall details about you and him

- He can’t stop dreaming about you, especially in a scifi setting. It’s like you were the Vixen of space….

- You sometimes could feel his heavy breathing as he checked out Joe’s shop. Sometimes it’s on the back of your neck…

- As a boyfriend, he would be pretty mixed

- This is someone you can’t go with your emotional issues with, but expects you to always be his therapist.

- However, will spoil you whenever he can. He’s a simp, after all. Loves taking you out on dates and just yap about his interests towards you

- The love letters and gifts still come, except they’re more in excess

- Isn’t a physical person. Not even indoors, though rubbing his cheeks and kissing that bulbous nose of this will cause this bag guy to melt

- Absolutely joyous to have a feminine partner. Mostly for bragging reasons, but also nice to know he can bag anyone, especially one with your spunk

- He needs to tased honestly

- Pete would be the only yandere who would actively search out for you

- He loves a darling that has a little spunk on them, so seeing you essentially make customers cry with your lashing out has him hooked

- However, he’s not stupid. He knows that he can’t bring animal bones and blood to the shop. That would mean getting banned from the holy land

- So, what does he do? Follows you home. Will keep a 20 feet distance away from you, and ducks under any bushes when he presumes you caught him

- Once he does find your address, expect to be bombarded with the grossest gifts imagine. Preserves animal fetuses, blood, bones, teeth, shock site merch, etc.

- All of them go into the trash, but that doesn’t matter to Pete. He’ll still bring them to you (he’ll never get the hint)

- You accepting him is so out of the blue and out of character, but maybe he be cute

- Will try watch “sissy” horror movies with you, but will show the creepiest and horror at one’s so you can jump in your seat and hold him close

- The absolute definition of a parasite. Whenever you go, he’ll be right there. Probably feels an even stronger urge to protect you because of your femininity

- Expect him to maul people who even look wrong at your direction (please get him a leash)

- On the bright side, probably will start dressing more proper for you! Considering you like keeping up appearances, he’ll do the same thing (to an extent). At least he learns what a body wash is!

- Love you and your nasty boyfriend…I’m so serious

- Jerry would be the most okay with you at the shop

- He’s more intimidated by your presence, but that’s really it. He’ll still go up to the cashier and pay for his items

- Will find your profile in a matter of days and start cyber stalking you though. He’s more depraved when there’s anonymity

- Stalks any social media you have and plans on different ways to harass you and your accounts

- However, you’re probably very sharp online as well, so it ends with him being in shock as he watches you deliver comeback after comeback

- You almost remind him of Xena a little, except real and more feminine. Unfortunately, that means he has to “go with his gut”

- Very stereotypical behavior for a teenager. Makes sappy love letters, will invite for one on one DnD sessions, absolutely whipped for your affections

- It doesn’t change if you get into a relationship with him, except he’s the perfect boyfriend (in real life)

- Absolutely melts if you sit on his lap while you two watch TV (bonus if you leave lipstick marks on him while doing so)

- Absolutely brags to you in the club, but gets flustered when they ask for more specific detail

- Still harasses you under pseudonyms, but prints out the insults you bring him. It…gets him going

- Absolutely will become a whipped yandere. Always as your beck in call in public.

- Even online, he will act like your white knight (while also harassing you)

- A creepy cutie

[fomfarms]

FOM Bachelors and their preferred cuddling positions?

Balor: either lazily tangled up together in a warm bed, or nuzzled up together in his cart. bonus points if it's raining, bonus points if you head ends up on his chest. Also just any chance you two have to casually snuggle up to each other, he's down for.

Caldarus: starts with spooning, accidentally turns into you being engulfed by his embrace. also sitting side by side lightly leaning against each other in any place you can find to sit together. Likes having you in his lap and holding you.

Eiland: idk if this fully counts as cuddling, but he likes it when he feels you draped over his shoulders. either sleeping or hugging or just kind of looking over his shoulder, he likes just being reminded of your presence without having to fully take his attention away from what his doing. past that he also just desperately wants to be held-- big spoon, little spoon, mutual embrace, tangled up together, he doesn't care, just HOLD HIM!!!

Hayden: his is less positions and more places, he loves getting a serene moment together with you, leaning on each other, hand in hand, feeling your warmth on his side. he's also the other side of the cuddle coin from Eiland cause he just wants to HOLD YOU! he doesn't care about where or how, he just wants you in his arms!!

March: March is such a shy cuddler omg-- there's lots of leaning against him or holding his arm or hand, cause that's what you can get away with. In more private moments later down the line, he slowly opens to more touch. I think you know you're actually making progress when he puts his chin/head on your shoulder/back while cooking or let's you do it to him. Once he really warms up to the idea that you just want to hold him cause he's precious to you, he kinda won't let go cause like... same... ends up cuddling up to you a lot on accident, and being more willing to accept you cuddling up to him. The day you rest your head on his shoulder and just ask him about the metal/work he's looking at and he doesn't really react is the day you know you got him for good. (Don't worry though, if you slink your arms around him and give his neck a kiss, he'll go right back to being flustered, though he might not shoo you away anymore...)

Ryis: master of the big spoon. He's not as desperate to hold you as Hayden is, but he's definitely going to end up holding you. Loves having you on his shoulder as you watch the clouds roll by. Loves to tease you while cuddling. He will tickle you, you have been warned. Also lots of kisses. He honestly gets really flirty when he cuddles. Also very good at reminding you how strong he is when you try and pull away. You will not get away from the affection monster that easily!

[chameleonsd1sh]

re. him usually being "cold and calculated" when angry i would say yeah... except when he's not in control of the situation.

for example, with rita skeeter he's very cold (yeah you can have a word: GOODBYE) because he controls the moment. with draco malfoy he's full of snappy comebacks and sarcastic observations because he's, again, able to handle the situation.

but... when he's not in control? when he's being mocked by everyone and can't change their perception of him? ("YEAH THATS RIGHT!! IVE JUST BEEN CRYING MY EYES OUT OVER MY DEAD MUM AND IM JUST OFF TO DO A BIT MORE." "no - it was just - you dropped your quill" "oh.") or when he's left out of the loop by dumbledore and the order? (CAPS LOCK HARRY FTW)

then he tends to get caught up in his own head and feelings, get overwhelmed by HIS perception and (usually valid) feelings of victimization. when he's flustered, embarrassed, or feeling infantilized or powerless and not liking that feeling, that is when he gets defensive, out of control, blows up. also, he tends to assume the feelings of others, assume what everyone is thinking, and then run with it like a train off the tracks. ...he often regrets these crashouts when he cools down a moment later and feels awkward. my poor blorbo :((

Sometimes I randomly think about how much Harry’s childhood probably affected his personalities and relationships.

We know Harry was abused as a kid—it glaringly obvious in the books—, but my question is what exactly did this abuse do to him in the long run?

I think for Harry it wasn’t as obvious as it could have been, but to me he seems like a wonderful example of an abuse victim in a way. When he gets angry it’s usually cold and calculated, Harry usually not being too loud as not to draw attention but to let his anger be known. He doesn’t like attention, usually avoiding it if he can and getting uncomfortable from it, I think it could be traced back to attention usually having negative consequences.

While he may go to an adult first when a problem arises (McGonagall and the Philosophers Stone) if the adult proves incompetent he will take matters into his own hands and not bother getting their help again. He also doesn’t respect them like he could and treats those who treat him badly the same, Snape a wonderful example of this. To him he is on the same level as them and thinks lowly of them at the same time.

When Ron and Hermione are bickering it annoys him and often causes him to blow if it goes on too long or he’s pulled into it. I think raised voices or arguing are a type of trigger, not one that’s very strong but can makes him feel more on edge and slightly more antsy. I also think him being treated as “less than”—or like a child—is also a slight trigger because that’s how the Dursleys would treat him.

He also usually is very unaware of the people around him that don’t make a difference in his life, failing to know the names of kids he’s gone to school with for years. To me it seems like someone that’s always only relied on themselves is too busy caring for themselves that they don’t have time to care about people that don’t matter. These people also fade to the back because they don’t pose a risk in any way nor do they bring him any joy. At the Dursleys he wouldn’t have had time to care about kids at school because he’s too busy thinking about how to escape Dudley and his gang and not get on his aunt and uncles bad side.

The sorting hat also mentioned how Harry had a thirst to prove himself, something that’s common among abused kids because they want to be treated better. His risk taking behavior could have been mixed with this because a subconscious part of his mind thought it the only way to be liked due to him being a celebrity.

I also noticed how he doesn’t really branch out when it comes to meeting people, simply going with the flow. It could be because as a kid if he went up to Petunia, Vernon or Dudley for attention it never ended well and the kids at his primary school probably shied away because he was a target for bullying. The logical decision is to let people come to him and prove they want to be around, so he let Ron and Hermione come around without really reaching out.

Emotions also make him uncomfortable, seen with Cho crying around him. He doesn’t understand them likely because he was forced to push his away because he wasn’t allowed to ever be upset or too happy. Something that’s common in emotionally neglected children, it also points to his lack of empathy. While Harry may seem to care he does not come across as very empathetic for the average person unless it’s people he’s close with.

Harry is a wonderful example of an abuse victim in a way, but only if you look really closely.

[stillwatervoid]

i want to write my first fic for invincible but there’s noooo braincells happening up here, so i just wanted to ask, any random headcanons u have abt the invincible universe? maybe it’ll jumpstart smth in my empty noggin </3

Hey love, I don’t really have headcanons for the entire Invincible universe, but I do have a few about Viltrumites, which involve Mark too—though fair warning, none of them are exactly SFW, so I don’t know if you wanna dive into those 🤧

For example, Viltrumites… okay, this one’s kinda embarrassing to admit, but I (and some of you too) headcanon that Viltrumites have huge dicks. Like, really massive. And of course, that includes Mark Grayson having a big cock that the reader loves to ride 😌🫵🏻

Also, I have this reeeeeally random but persistent headcanon that Viltrumites have second genders—kind of like an A/B/O dynamic? In my mind, when Mark gets his powers, it’s not long before his second gender shows up, and I know he’d be an Alpha. But then he starts struggling with all these new senses and instincts he doesn’t know how to handle, while all the humans around him are chill because, well, they don’t go through that.

And then Mark starts picking up this specific scent around reader that drives him up the wall, but he can’t mention it bc you don't even notice. Then his first rut hits. And oh boy. All he can do is lay there, burning up, imagining what he’d do to reader if he could. It gets him through it, but it also wrecks him. He doesn’t want to ruin anything between you, and the way his Alpha instincts take over honestly scares and embarrasses him. So Mark just suffers in silence, lowkey feral, obsessing over reader in the most desperate way 😭

Another personal headcanon I have is that male reader is Mark Grayson’s first-ever gay panic. Like, his whole life he’s genuinely believed he’s only into girls—he’s never even questioned it—until he meets reader. And then suddenly he’s noticing things about reader he wouldn’t notice in other guys. Like… why does he think you’re kind of hot? Or cute? Or weirdly charming?

At first, he brushes it off—like, sure, he can admit when another dude is good-looking, that’s normal, right? But it’s different with you. It’s not just noticing—it’s staring. It’s being entranced. It’s lingering, way too long, on how your smile makes his stomach twist. It’s getting flustered when you stand too close or say something even remotely affectionate. He’s left blinking like an idiot, and he hates it.

In my canon, Mark goes into major denial. Full crisis mode. He just can’t admit it to himself—because he thinks he’s so straight. Like, the word “bisexual” doesn’t even exist to him. So he starts thinking something’s wrong with him, like deeply wrong, and it spirals into this whole inner mess of confusion and repression.

Which, of course, only leads to more longing. More tension. More repressed feelings and intense stares and angsty late-night thoughts he can’t push away. He yearns. He yearns hard. And I eat that up every time.

...Anyway, I really believe something’s gonna spark in your head soon. Personally, I daydream and fantasize a lot, and honestly, the sky’s the limit. There’s no right or wrong way to do it—just write what you like, however you like it. Someone out there will definitely love it just as much as you do 🩵

[emeraldserenade]

Car ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You really want to take a picture of Joaquín's car

tw: fem!reader, suggestive, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

I added a photo of the car at the very end just in case you wanted to know what it looks like. I also skipped the smut because I forgot my original plan for it.

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You noticed it right away when you got back from work, there was a CT5-V Cadillac in Typhoon Metallic parked in the parking garage. It took the usual spot of black truck that you always parked next to, you knew who it belonged to. Joaquín Torres had moved in across the hall from you a few months a go. Even though his number was right after yours, you had only met him a few times, and each time you ended up a flustered mess because of the nonstop stream of flirting between you two.

His new car, or at least you assumed it was, looked exactly like the one you made the other night before bed. You did it often, making cars on websites before bed, it was your way to destress. You could never afford the cars based on your salary but it was therapeutic to just make one without the worry of the cost.

You realized you had just been staring at it for a while before grabbing your things and hurrying yourself to the elevator to take you up. You would just have to ask him your question the next time you saw him, you decided.

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You finally saw Joaquín with his car, you were sitting in your car after a shitty work day when he pulled up. You hurriedly got out of your car, knowing that the worse that would happen is that he said no and that you would pretend you were leaving only to circle the block in your car before coming back.

"Uh, Joaquín?" You tried your best to sound casual despite the nerves building.

"Yeah, angel?" He gave you an award winning smile. He could tell you were nervous and that you were probably upset about the day from the way your cheeks were stained with tears.

"I just have a question for you," you shuffled on your feet.

"Ask away," he stood there patiently.

"If it's not too much trouble, do you think I could take a picture of both the inside and the outside of your car?" You rushed your question out, scared of the rejection.

"Go ahead, here," he gently handed you the keys and you excitedly took them from him. He watched you with a smile as you snapped photos of the outside before unlocking his car and jumping into the driver's seat. You took some photos of the car before getting out and handing the keys back to Joaquín. "Wanna go for a ride?" He offered and you nodded so fast he was worried about you getting whiplash.

You two got into his car, Joaquín in the driver's seat and you in the passenger seat. You set your purse on the floor by your feet and buckled in, ready to ride in your possible dream car. It wasn't a silent ride, there was good music playing through the speakers and you and Joaquín kept the conversation flowing easily.

At some point through the ride, Joaquín's hand landed on your thigh. You noticed and placed your hand on his causing him to turn his hand to hold yours.

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You were absolutely over the moon when you had gotten back from the drive, you thanked Joaquín so many times he just resorted to smiling at you.

"I seriously cannot thank you enough," you said for the umpteenth time. "Are you sure there isn't a way to repay you?"

"A kiss?" It was meant as a joke, you both knew that but you thought about it. What was the harm in kissing the handsome man who was willing to let you passenger princess while he aimlessly drives around just because he wanted to see you smile.

"Ok," you replied and he froze at your words.

"Ok?"

"Ok, I'll kiss you," you told him before his lips landed on yours. It quickly turned heated as he pulled you closer, pressing your hips into his. You could feel the imprint of his dick against you and it took all your willpower to stay mostly quiet just incase you needed to pull away at the sound of the elevator. You two, however, got lucky. The elevator stopped on your floor and you followed Joaquín to his apartment, your back hitting the door before it was fully closed behind you.

"You don't have to do this, you don't owe me anything," Joaquín told you, pulling away to look you in the eyes.

Joaquín would tell people that's the moment be fully fell for you, with your pretty lips turned into a pout and your eyes fully trained on his. "I will go down the hall to Todd's apartment if we don't keep going," you threatened, you knew he had seen the way Todd looked at you.

"You wouldn't dare," he joked, leaning in until his lips grazed the shell of your ear. "You're mine now and I'll make sure everyone hears you call my name," his joking tone was gone and it made a shiver run down your spine.

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Joaquín made good on his promise, both of you were laid out on his bed. The blanket was pulled around you both with you curled into Joaquín's side, you smelt of his soap and you wore nothing more than his shirt.

"I'll go make dinner," Joaquín said as he moved to get out of bed. He let out a small laugh when you whined and pulled him closer to you. "Ok, I'll stay a little longer," he smiled, how could he not give you what you want when you whine so pretty for him.

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[hoe-days]

we now know senku is an ass lover and loves doggy position BUTTT what about oral

him getting head or him going down on S/O who has those parts

pls with a cherry on top 🙏 thank youuu

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Hello🦑 Anon!

Listen. Senku is not a weak willed man in the slightest. Physically weak? Yes. BUT NOT HIS WILL AND RESOLVE. That is until his S/O’s mouth is on him. That man melts during head, he cannot function. I fear he can’t be one of those dudes that can act normal while getting head under a desk. That man is absolutely flustered and gripping the sheets. His whole body is hot and he’s muffling himself to keep from getting caught. The first few times he doesn’t know where to put his hands, he doesn’t wanna be one of those people that make it awkward by doing what they see in porn.(also Senku and porn is a whole other topic)

He’ll actually just ask if it’s okay to put his hand on your head and then alternate between gripping whatever furniture or sheet is near, having his hand on his S/O’s head, or running hand through his own hair. He’ll let you know when he’s about to finish too. I also just want to add that he’s both the sweetest and brattiest asshole during anything sexual. Sweet because communication is important to him, and an asshole because he loves to tease(when he can get the words out)

He’d go from teasing his S/O about how good they look with his dick in their mouth to asking if they’re alright and comfortable.

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And this carries over into when he’s giving too. I know people like to think he knows what he’s doing because he understands anatomy, but book knowledge doesn’t always make up for lack of experience. He knows this. He knows that in order to be good at it he needs to learn what his S/O likes and doesn’t like. So he asks. And he somehow makes it hot and comfortable. Lots of:

“Did you like that?”

“Is this okay?”

“Did that feel good?”

But not in the ‘man rubbing the wrong spot and asking if it felt good’ way. More of a Senku watching his S/O’s body language and asking for confirmation and wanting to hear his S/O type of way. And the way he sounds while asking is a plus as well.

(I totally don’t have a thing for voices)

[styluswritesdc]

How about Rogues Headcannons about the Vigilant who has every right to be a villain ? One day, Rogues see Vigilant without their mask, their suit and theres a lot of scars on their body and face. Vigilant open up about their rought past. They choose to be a hero because they believe no innocent deserve to suffer like they did. They want to make the world a better place for everyone.

I wasn't sure which rogues you wanted specifically so I wrote a little on the reactions of a couple. thank you for your request!! if I left anyone out in particular you'd like me to discuss just shoot me another ask x

Two-face/Harvey dent:

oh okay well... fair enough!

genuinely their only thought, they aren't put off by your scars, I mean look at them!

if anything like the others they find it admirable.

they also admire these morals of yours, they are all about morals.

they respect your dedication to protecting those who cant protect themselves. that's what they used to stand for. they used to defend and represent people like that too.

if anyone gets it, Harv and Harvey do.

Riddler/Edward Nygma

ugh really?? you want to protect those mindless idiots? sigh..

he's probably deduced some of this already, whether its by seeing glimpses of your scars somehow or even being able to tell by how you talk about justice that those are your morals.

if he knew your identity before this he would have looked you up and found any form of information on your past. he probably knows what happened.

he would be worried about how these morals will now effect your blossoming friendship/relationship

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane

oh.. he feels a slight and uncharacteristic.... pity.. for you. only for the pain you've experienced. he understands what trauma can do. he admires who you are now though, don't get him wrong.

he sees you as his rival... so naturally you will have to be steely in your nature and mentality.

Jonathan believes somewhat he's helping people get over their fears but understands that most of the time he simply breaks minds for fun like a child pulling the wings off of a fly.

he hopes you don't see him as the terrifying monster he portrays to others.

Killer croc/Waylon Jones

oh you're hot- I MEAN-

he thinks they're hot too... your morals I mean!

he admires how you fight for the little guy.. he would've killed for someone to do that for him in his past.

hell, that's how he first fell for you. you treated him with respect and protected him from the harsh words of others.

he wouldn't think anything different of you, just that you had more in common than he could've ever known.

Clayface/Basil Karlo

oh! he's practically swooning. you're like every great hero in a film. battle-scarred and hardy. worn from war but still having a code of steel. no one can sway you from you ideals and he finds that oh so cool!

he's almost like a fan girl. he wants to be the damsel in distress, clutching his pearls while you rescue him.

in all seriousness though, he does hold you to that effect now. he really does admire you for all you've been who and who you've become.

Bane

probably the most heart-warming and flustering reaction of: "you are a great warrior. someone who has persevered through strife and come out with a scar to memorialise each battle. this is a great thing. I respect you greatly."

LIKE HELLO?! isn't that just the hottest reaction ever??

he practically beams with pride when he sees your scars. and even more when he hears your story.

whether romantic or just a comradery he is proud that you've shown this side of you to him. he feels privileged.

Harley Quinn

the female version of "who did this to you 😔💔"

she's rearing to go!! just tell her who did this and they'll get a bat to the face!!- okay okay she'll calm down...begrudgingly.

she loves those morals.. so heroic!! she could practically swoon. she's such a romantic so she really respects this aspect of you.

she understands from a psychology point of view how difficult this was.. coming forward and revealing this deep and secret part of yourself.

despite being a loudmouth, your secret is safe with her.