#this definitely started as a headcanon and then went off the rails

[blindmagdalena]

This headcanon/fic hybrid has been updated and partially rewritten to have a proper beginning, more fleshed out middle, a new ending, and better perspective. You can find it here! Anonymous asked:

Lionlander?! Idea!

What if I'm some way somehow S/o ran into Homelander and a whole scenario played out like the Lion with the thorn stuck in his paw and Homelander being the lion of course and little s/I bring the mouse lol. I can imagine it now! Homelander being in some situation where he can't believe he actually needs help (not sure what kind of situation that would be lol) uhhh how could the great Homelander get himself stuck in this mess?! Then little short adorable s/o comes along just ordinary and minding her own business and notices poor Homelander in his situation she doesn't laugh or get scared despite his grumpiness towards her instead she just smiles sweetly and comes over and helps him... Being completely warm and friendly wanting to make a new friend rather than run away...

OOHHH you know, I've been pondering the repercussions of a possible "kryptonite" for Homelander being discovered. An Anti-V, if you will. Imagine he's soaring through the sky and hears something whistling through the air behind him. Some kind of projectile? a small missile, maybe? It's nothing he hasn't handled before. It could blow up in his hand and he would be fine.

In that split second he has to react, he decides to forego dodging it, and see where it's coming from, honing in his vision, except as it gets nearer, his vision begins to tunnel. What the fuck? His reflexes slow, and before he knows it, the projectile strikes him in the chest, fumes filling his lungs and coating his skin. He feels like he's been turned inside out. Suddenly he's plummeting towards the ground, and crashes directly into your backyard, an eruption of snow and yard furniture.

He's out like a light, and when you muster up the courage to approach him, he's not moving. Oh god, he's not breathing. In your panic, your brain shuts off, and you act without thinking.

When Homelander comes to, he's being shaken. No, compressed, hands over his chest, pulsing again and again in a rhythm. Warm lips press against his, and a rush of air fills his lungs. His eyes snap open, and out of pure reflex, he shoves you away from him, sitting up with a frenzied look in his eyes.

You should have flown back thirty feet with a shove like that. Instead, you only fell back onto your ass. Homelander's hands are shaking as he looks at them, and he can feel blood dripping from his ears, taste it in his mouth. He's disoriented, his whole body feels heavy. He's having trouble breathing, and his heart is pounding.

"Someone tried to kill me," he rasps in disbelief. Not surprised that someone tried, but that someone very nearly succeeded. "Someone... Someone tried to fucking kill me," he says again, growing more hysteric the more the pain sets in.

He's wild-eyed, breathing erratic, and you're afraid he's about to put himself into cardiac arrest. He may not have his usual strength, but the brutal way he punched his palm into your chest was still no joke.

"Homelander!" You address sharply, trying to rein in your own bubbling panic. What if whoever tried to kill him is coming for him? "I can help you, okay? Let me help you."

Maybe it's something in the tone of your voice, equal parts authoritative and compassionate, or maybe it's the degree of his vulnerability sinking in, but after a second of dumbfounded staring, Homelander nods.

It's pure adrenaline that gives you the strength to help him into your house. He's practically dead weight in your arms, barely keeping himself on his feet as you both stumble into your living room. The height difference does neither of you any favors.

You get him down onto the couch before fetching a wet rag and a first aid kit. As you lean over him, he sees a mottled mark blossoming darkly across the center of your chest, just under your collarbone, approximately the size of his palm.

Without thinking, he reaches up to touch it. You startle, looking down where he touches. You now notice the beginnings of the bruise, too. "Don't worry about me," you tell him, as comforting as you can muster. It stings where he presses his fingers in, the skin tender. You grasp his wrist and gently lay it back down at his side.

I'm not worried about you, he thinks numbly. "That should have caved in your chest."

"Guess it's my lucky day, then," you say absently, more focused on using a wet cloth to wipe away the blood from his temple, up into his hairline, seeking the injury. You're meticulous but gentle in the way you handle him, cupping the side of his face to turn him one way, then another. "I think these need stitches," you say, brows furrowed. Homelander's gaze lingers on your lips as you speak.

What kind of person sees someone fall out of the fucking sky, and then thinks to give them CPR?

"I'm calling an ambulance," you say, moving to stand. Homelander catches you by the wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"No, no, not... Don't do that," he says, screwing his eyes shut briefly. No one else can know that this happened. Besides, if those psychopaths are still out there, it will draw them right to him. "Too much attention, I just... give me a fucking minute," he says, flexing his hands. They still feel weak, tingling like they've fallen asleep, but the pain is beginning to abate.

Whatever was done to him, it doesn't seem to be permanent.

Thank fucking Christ.

"Okay," you say tentatively. Instead, you continue wiping the blood from his face, gently rubbing it from his temples, down his jaw. Homelander watches you like a hawk, rolling his fingers in and out of fists, gradually feeling his strength return to him.

He's unaccustomed to the way you're handling him. One hand cupping his jaw, ginger in the way you move his head, though only when you absolutely need to. The concern wrinkled between your brows is so palpable, so sincere, he almost forgets you're strangers.

"What're you doing?" He asks, voice low, nearly a growl.

You pause, looking down to meet his eye. "Oh, I just... There's still blood, and I didn't want to leave you alone."

Your response tightens something in his chest, like a steel coil wrung too tight. It's uncomfortable. He feels small, vulnerable, and the tenderness of your touch is doing nothing for the feel of it.

"I don't need you," he snaps defensively. "I'm fine."

"Okay," you respond, aggravatingly calm. Still soothing. "What do you need?"

Homelander opens his mouth, but hesitates. Your earnestness is infuriating, waiting on baited breath for what you can do for him. He closes his mouth, jaw tight. His gaze flickers back down to the bruise on your chest. It's darker now, varying shades of purple and yellow fading into one another.

Looking back up at you, Homelander evens his expression. "Close the blinds," he says, gesturing with his head to the window, where you have twinkling white Christmas lights strung up. "I need to lay low awhile." Though he can feel his powers steadily returning, it would be foolish to fly before nightfall. Whoever shot at him could have another round loaded and waiting. Once he gets back to Vought, he'll find out who it was, and rip out their fucking spine.

You've already gotten up to do as he asked, drawing the blinds down, and then closing the curtains over them. Afterwards, you turn to leave.

"Hey," Homelander calls, frowning. You stop in the doorway. "Where are you going?"

"The kitchen," you answer, hand on the doorframe. "You can call if you need something."

"Stay here," Homelander says, ignoring the bit of petulance he can hear in his own voice. He doesn't care if you're confused. He doesn't care that he doesn't entirely understand himself. He just wants you to stay.

Homelander watches you take a seat at the end of the couch, near his feet. He exhales, closing his eyes. It isn't as though you could do anything if proficient killers did appear, but for whatever reason, no matter how useless you would ultimately be, he feels better for having you near.

After half an hour, his senses begin to sharpen again. It begins as a dull, irritating buzz at first, but grows gradually more clear. Of all the commotion he's becoming aware of, he fixates on your breathing to drown out the rest.

After an hour, he learns your name, that you work from home, you like decorating for Christmas, even when you spend it alone, and that you've lived a thoroughly dull, ordinary little life until this very moment.

From his observations , he's learned the rhythm of your heartbeat, that you touch your face when you're nervous, and that you would rather laugh than take any of his disparaging remarks about your mundane life to heart.

"I think it's very lucky for you that I am so boring. I might not have been here otherwise," you counter. Your smile is so utterly charming, Homelander forgets to refute your point. Instead, much to your alarm, he sits up.

"Oh, steady. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask, standing as he does. Homelander stretches his hands out in front of him, and then curls his arms back in. Exhaling, his eyes flare crimson. He likes the way it makes your heart jump when he looks at you through the red glow.

Homelander's lips quirk, lasers fading out. "Good as new," he says confidently, though the aches of his fall still linger in his joints. He takes a few long strides across your living room, pausing in the doorway to your kitchen, where he can see through to your yard, and the absolute crater he left in it.

"Vought will... take care of that," he says, gesturing vaguely to the destruction.

You can't help but laugh, crossing your arms. "I appreciate it, but really, I'm just glad you're alright," you say honestly, staring out into the wreckage of your yard.

Homelander purses his lips slightly, glancing at you from his peripheral. Above him, he feels something brush the top of his head. When he glances up, what he sees hung in the doorway makes him smile deviously.

Without warning, Homelander puts his hands on your waist, and pulls you to him, lips landing warm and firm on yours. He absolutely devours the surprised little noise you make against him, halfway tempted to see what other sounds he can wring from you. He hears your heart begin to race, and much to his delight, you kiss him back. You even surprise him by grabbing the back of his neck, sinking deeper into the kiss.

When Homelander pulls back, you're flushed prettily from the tip of your nose to the tips of your ears.

"What... was that?" You ask, dazed.

"Mistletoe," he purrs. You look up when he points, and huff a gentle little laugh, nodding at the aforementioned ornament dangling above you.

"Is this your way of saying thank you?" You ask playfully, your shoulders relaxing. "I hope you're still going to pay for my yard."

It's Homelander's turn to chuckle. "Oh, no. I haven't said thank you yet," he says, hands lingering on your hips. He'd only meant it to be a quick thing, but now you're toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. He licks his lips.

There's still a couple more hours until sundown. Once he gets back to Vought, he'll figure out exactly what the fuck he got blasted by. For now, he owes you a proper thank you, and himself a little Christmas treat for his trouble.

[internals1ut]

Subaru smut headcanons?

Crying? 👀

Maybe getting embarrassed

I gotchu~ this was requested for someone in my discord server hello discord ~

18+/nsfw/minors gtfo

So Subaru definitely is the type to be whimpering during sex. He is probably one of the most sensitive when having sex. His body can wear out easily and quickly, so going too rough and too hard can cause this boy to start and tear up at his eyes letting tears roll down, but he will encourage his partner to keep going and he swears he can keep going even though his body is aching in pleasure.

Both Haku and Sho are a little worried about it, but will keep going but will be softer about it than being rough with him. Lyca is soft either way, but in heat he is more rough, and will just go rougher when Subaru cries in pleasure.

Subaru cried the first time Lyca knotted in him by accident. With his ass against the prison bars, having to stand like that as Lyca pretty much EXPANDS inside.. He sobbed, but afterwards he expects it and sniffles a bit when it happens. Sometimes it still catches him off guard and he softly cries when it catches him off guard.

First time he touched Lyca with his ability, before seeing what he saw, he saw him being railed against the bars, drooling and crying, he pulled away and was just shocked and embarrassed thinking these were pervy thoughts and was ashamed, and didn't want to believe what he saw.

When he touched Haku, he was too embarrassed to see him in his eyes. Of course he was hot, but after seeing himself being in bed and fucked by Haku was something that almost made his heart stop.

Sho was on accident, one day he forgot his gloves and went to the food truck for food, his fingers touched Sho and saw something with him being pressed behind the truck near the end of the day when Sho worked late and being fucked behind the truck. He dropped the food and was so apologetic he almost avoided the truck for a week before he came back for the food..... And of course, Sho~

[hatfordheadquarters]

‼️new Jeremy Knox headcanon👀

What if Jeremy killed his brother?

PAUSE. LISTEN.

So we know that Jeremy has done something that his family, or at least his sister believes, has ruined their lives. He has a bad relationship with his living brother and is constantly being told to make sure he doesn’t do anything else that would cause trouble for his family. Especially since he is the step son of a political figure.

There’s also the theory that he has a brother who died (idk if it’s been confirmed or not, and I can’t remember if it’s stated in the book)

He is also wary of law enforcement, and actively avoids them. It’s probably because of whatever went down with his parents and the thing he did that ‘ruined’ everything.

IN SAYING ALL OF THIS:

What if Jeremy killed his brother, but by accident? Like imagine they were fighting out on a balcony or something during this political event he’s forced to go to because of his family. Even a small gathering of sorts.

Maybe his brother started it because he found out Jeremy was gay. Maybe Jeremy started it because there was something small that he didn’t agree with that his brother had done. It can be a small spat or a big thing. They could have a pretty good relationship normally, or bad one. Whichever you vibe with more.

Regardless, imagine they fight, and Jeremy pushed him not realizing how close his brother was to the railing, or how uneven or slippery the ground was, and off the balcony his brother goes.

His family knows what he did. He knows what he did. But what if nobody else does?

Like his step dad is powerful and a figure of authority, so he could potentially cover up an accident like this. To everyone else, his brother committed suicide. That would also be bad press for an influential family, so maybe they also controlled that news circulation. Slapping people with NDA’s or just covering it up before anyone becomes aware of it.

Something like this would definitely cause his family to believe he ruined them. It also is something they could use against him to get him to come when they call, and do things for them he’d rather not do.

To make sure he takes them seriously, they could threaten him with the police. This could be why he’s nervous about being recognized, not just as a politicians son, but as a murder. He can’t be sure if his family would throw him under the bus if the story being out would be more beneficial to them now as time has passed and Jeremy is an exy star. A star in a sport they don’t even want him doing.

They have an image to protect, and Jeremy can either make or break it.

[curiousquirks]

Hiyaa! Can I request Shigaraki or Lady Nagant for the nsfw alphabet🫣

A/N: I got both for you <3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Depends on how the sex went, but he’ll probably immediately start eating the entire kitchen. If he was railed into the mattress then he’ll be out like a light. And then wake up in an hour to eat the entire kitchen.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself: He’s not too keen about something specific about himself. If he had to pick though, he’d choose his hair only because he likes when his partner plays with it. Or when they pull it.

On his partner: Tits, if applicable. He’s a simple man. Otherwise their mouth. He could stare at it all day, thinking about every disgusting and filthy thing he could do with it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Fucking gross with it, all the time. Spread it over their body like it’s finger paint. It really gets him going watching them marked by him. And covered in his partners? You can practically see the hearts popping off his fucking head.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He will carry to his grave how badly his first time went. He finished so quickly. It was embarrassing. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

With an actual person? His partner would be the first. He’s watched so much porn though he feels like it should count as “plenty of experience.” Although his porn knowledge isn’t very good in terms of practicality or enjoyable in the moment half the time. He could learn but his partner better be patient.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Any. Literally any. He doesn’t care.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s pretty serious. And he wouldn’t play into his partner trying to be humorous, he’ll just roll his eyes and ignore their stupid jokes if he has too. He won’t leave the room though, just try and “get them back on track.” Unless they keep doing it. He’ll just leave and jack off in the bathroom. Yes he took his phone. No, the audio won’t be muted either.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

This boy doesn’t know what well groomed actually means. He’ll trim it if it gets too bad, but there’s so much time in between him doing it that it gets hard to tell half the time. It definitely matches his hair and there’s totally a happy trail, since his hair can get pretty thick. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Despite what Tomura would make a partner think, he’s quite intimate with them. It’s harder to tell during quickies but he’s being quite vulnerable. It’s not romantic per se, since that’s such a foreign concept to him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s a horny bastard, he’d do it quite frequently. He wouldn’t see a problem with doing it if his partner is busy, finding it enjoyable regardless. He does prefer fucking them, of course, and will do whenever he can. Always has porn to watch while he does it, unless he just can’t watch it for some reason. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Mommy Kink 

Choking 

Degradation

Marking

Sadism/Masochism 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Just like positions, any. Literally anywhere. He doesn’t have preference.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Just saying “want to fuck?” is enough for him. Or if they take off their clothes. He’s a simple man.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing. I honestly feel like he wouldn’t want to share a partner with anyone, he’s too selfish for that.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

What he lacks in skill he makes up for with enthusiasm. He does actually like giving oral, despite his selfishness in preferring to receive it. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He doesn’t know what slow is, let alone sensual. He prefers hard, fast, and rough. The only way he’s going to slow down is if his partner ties his ass to the bed and forces him to go slowly. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s impatient, and he’d end up sneaking in quickies in between various tasks instead of just waiting until there was plenty of time. They’d happen quite often. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Considering he’s into choking and his general quirk, he’s really into risks. Despite the obvious, he’d be fond of having sex in places that’d most likely get them caught. As for experimenting, he’d be willing to try most things at least once. After all it’s like checking off an achievement list right?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s got too much fucking stamina. He can go for so long. Back to back. It feels like he’s never satisfied. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

His partner would have to bring it up, but he wouldn’t be opposed to them at all. They’re fun additions and he has no issue with them being used on him or his partner. The amount of shit just thrown around the room by the time he and his partner are finished is ridiculous. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tomura is a brat. Plain and simple. He’s the biggest fucking brat too. He doesn’t know when to quit either. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not afraid to be loud at all. He’ll moan, grunt, whimper, or groan without a second thought. He feels good and he sees no reason to stay quiet.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Despite how impatient he gets, taking charge to get what he wants, he actually prefers to be in a more submissive position. His partner being the dominant one, taking charge as they tell him what to do or just take charge from him. Especially by force, since the reigns are not going to be handed over easily.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

It’s bigger than average and he knows it. Way too fucking cocky about it too. (pun intended)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Damn near constant. It rarely ever shuts off, but has somewhat decent control over it. Well he thinks so at least, it does attribute to his cranky attitude when he hasn’t been able to get off recently.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. If he was thoroughly worn out, then he’ll clock out super quickly. He’ll be out like a light. Otherwise, he’s not sleeping anytime soon. 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She’s a cuddler, so she’ll move herself next to her partner near immediately after they’re finished. She loves how intimate it is, both of them just trying to catch their breath as they come down from the high. Soft words of love and praise from both her and her partner are expected, these intimate moments are important to her.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On herself: Her general shape, the silhouette of her body. She knows she’s an attractive woman, and she’s very confident in how she looks.

On her partner: Ass. She’s very grabby, and she enjoys watching her partner in well fitting pants that cup their ass just so nicely. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Not her favorite thing, she’s not one to swallow or want to be covered in it. It’s too messy and unpleasant at times. She does have her moments where she’ll go along with it, and at that point it’s actually quite hot to her in the moment. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Enjoys having sex in sketchier locations (like club bathrooms) more than in a bed most of the time but she’s hesitant to admit it. It’s the risk and the tipsiness that makes her brain pleasantly fuzzy, so she doesn’t really need to think for just a little bit. It’d be really hard to get this information out of her.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not really a woman who’s quick to commit to a relationship, but she’s definitely got some experience under her belt. She’s probably had some one night stands, and isn’t shy to sex at all. Definitely knows what she likes. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Missionary, Lotus, or Spooning. She likes highly intimate close positions. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Can be serious for a good chunk of it but she does have fits of giggles during the moment. She likes a little humor sometimes, it won’t ruin the moment for her. If you play into it, she’ll adore you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Dark Blue and well groomed. She takes care of her personal hygiene. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Prefers some romance during the moment, loving little gestures like dimming the lights, playing soft music, or setting up candles. She doesn’t need it all the time but setting the mood does make her feel appreciated.  

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does it on occasion, when she wants some time to herself and needs to let off a little steam. She prefers toys when she does it though, instead of her hand. She also watches porn occasionally when she has the time, but only a few select videos only. She’s pretty picky. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Blindfolds

Strap-Ons

Vibrators

Voyeurism

Hickeys/Biting

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bed. It’s comfortable and she’s a simple woman.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you offer to give her a massage or start rubbing her shoulders she’s willing to start stripping. Or if you start whispering in her ear, she’ll start getting flustered.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being completely restrained or tied up. It’s heavily constricting and not pleasant at all. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

In perfect pillow princess fashion, she far more prefers receiving than giving. She’d happily lay there for hours with someone between her legs until she can’t walk straight anymore. She’s not the best at giving and it’s part of the excuse she gives for why she doesn’t like giving it. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Hard and slow. She’ll take her time, living in the moment. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Oh no, she’s got things to do. She will not be rushed. If she wanted things to go quickly she would’ve just gotten herself off. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Very hesitant but very willing to experiment and be a little risky. She just needs to be in the right mind set. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Above average stamina and can last for a few orgasms before she’s out for the count. If her partner edges her then she’ll actually get worn out more quickly. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh, she owns quite a few. A little box hidden away in the closet. Happily used on both herself and her partner. Vibrators, Strap-Ons, Floggers, Paddles, and more. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She only teases in the beginning stages of foreplay if she’s not the one in the charge. She’ll cave pretty quickly. If she’s the one in charge though? Suddenly she’s not very fair at all to her partner, wanting them to do exactly as she says and beg for her because you’re so good for her aren’t you? 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Pretty vocal. Her pretty voice heard clearly; moans, whines, whimpers, groans. She’ll make sure her partner knows that she’s feeling good, with either noises or words of praise. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Has had a threesome before, and absolutely loved it because she was the center of attention the whole time. 

X = X-Ray 

BIG ASS TITTIES! And 100% has a belly button piercing. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Fairly average actually. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Oh she’s tired relatively soon after she’s completely finished. Especially if she can snuggle up to her partner, the closeness and warmth will help her fall asleep really quickly.

[stardust-sunset]

south park body headcanons (im imagining late teens/20s here) - agree or disagree?

stan: 5’10”. stocky, not fat but not super muscular, although it would be easy for him to put on muscle if he wanted to. just doesn’t prioritize it over his creative stuff. strong biceps and shoulders but he got that beer gut. love it.

kyle: 6’2”. lean string bean. conventionally thin with a sleeper build, strong arms and visible abs bc he’s more into sports/working out than the others. he goes on 6am runs and does pushups in the morning let’s be real. and i like the thought of him being awkwardly taller then the other 3.

cartman: 5’8”. he is still volumptious! i don’t care what anyone says. that boy will not mature to be a muscle monster alpha. whatevea whateva, he does what he wants! which would be eating lots of kfc and liane’s cooking. and not working it off. terrible team player and has no sportsmanship, he would not be in any sports.

kenny: 5’6”. he’s the shortest because he was malnourished as a child but we love a short king. scrawny but could hold up in a fight, a little muscular from doing random jobs + i think he’d do football or track.

Stan: Agree. He’s got a bit of a tummy but that never hurt anyone. I kinda picture him being built kinda like Pacha from Emperor’s New Groove. Not quite as chubby but you get the picture. He’s solid. If you throw him at a moving truck he’d ricochet off. Randy probably insisted that he ate more ‘rich people food’ which contributed to his broadness, because Randy kept feeding him too much to ‘make him look like a real rich guy’. Hes got the quarterback build. Hes overweight but most of it is because he’s just solid in high school.

Kyle: Agree! Kyle w/sleepers build is now a fav hdc of mine. i feel like he was that one kid as a freshman who was absolutely rail thin because every calorie he ate went to his height instead of his muscles, but then junior year hits and he suddenly starts gaining muscle. He has a very strict workout routine and likes going for morning runs while the sun’s rising. It helps him clear his head. His immediate response to stress is to exercise. He has a ton of random growth spurts and when he’s at the bus stop with the other 3 the summer after 8th grade he just looms over them, lmao-he’s absolutely strong though. Just because he was rail thin as a freshman did not mean he was weak.

Cartman: Absolutely! I hate when people make Cartman suddenly buff, as if he would give up Cheesy Poofs and Butterwich Sabdwixhes He’s still a chubby boy even in his teen years. Hes that one kid who walks the mile in gym because he ‘doesn’t feel like running today’. Whenever his team loses usually because of him he absolutely throws a fit. He hit Kyle in the head with a baseball bat and nearly split his head open in eighth grade because he lost. Hes thrown kickballs in fits of rage and gives no fucks. Whenever he wins you don’t stop hearing it from him for months afterwards. He would never lift a finger to work off all the KFC and Cheesy Poifs he eats. I don’t care what people say. He’s not gonna suddenly have a change of heart and work off all that. It’s not in character for him. Just look at him in “Raising the Bar”.

Kenny: Agree! He probably has scars on his body from doing stupid shit for money. He didn’t have much to go off of, like you said, because he was malnourished as a kid. I do like to think his friends (mainly Butters and Kyle) start noticing Kenny is way thinner than they thought, and start giving him food, so he does eventually have his growth spurt, but he’s definitely not the tallest. His hands and arms are probably really calloused from random jobs he’s picked up. He’s extremely scrappy and could probably kick ass in a fight, even if he’s malnourished. In his teen years his friends start letting him shower at their place. He starts taking better care of his body as well, with the help of his friends. Hes a tiny little thing tho. I don’t see him being gigantic, but he’s not like-elf sized either.

Agree 100% with these!!

[veliseraptor]

gimme ur hard/soft xue yang headcanons please 🧋

i actually already answered for xue yang but since he is my most beloved boy I'll go ahead and do more

hard headcanon: Xue Yang genuinely liked and cared about a-Qing. I think there's textual evidence for this in the novel, and I hold it as true for CQL as well. I think he found her annoying sometimes, and I don't think he started out liking her (tolerating, mostly), but she grew on him and by the end of the three years he would absolutely kill for her if he felt like there was a threat to her safety.

It's just that it isn't enough when things careen off the rails, just like it's not enough with Xiao Xingchen. It's like a habit he can't break: namely, a habit of violence. He definitely blames her in part for the disaster of everything, but I do think that if he doesn't exactly regret killing her (after she made him angry, stupid, doesn't she know better?) he doesn't make much of an effort to get rid of her ghost, either, and he's not actually happy about her being dead.

soft headcanon: I have a whole sequence of events in my head about the aftermath of Xue Yang's Hand Incident, the main feature of which is that I think there was someone who took some pity on him and scraped him off the street, amputated what was left of his finger, and kept him from dying immediately of shock or exposure. As was almost inevitable with crush injuries before the age of antibiotics, though, there was definitely infection, and when it looked like Xue Yang was going to die he got dumped back outside to not do it in the house.

(Seriously, guys, crush injuries were really bad (still are, but, like, in terms of infection historically even worse). And I feel like it's very important that in Xue Yang's description of what happened, he lost his little finger but the wheel still went over the rest of his hand.)

By rights, he shouldn't have survived after that, and I like the idea that part of the reason he did is because he in some very rudimentary way tapped into demonic cultivation as a means of, like, managing the all-out assault on his body. It's not something he would've had a lot of control over, or even awareness of, but I like the idea of it.

But this is under "soft headcanon" because it's all stuff where, like, somebody else writing a different version of events isn't going to bother me, as long as it's traumatic as heck.

[twotimeracewinnerlandonorris]

carlando headcanon that i really want to turn into a fic. cw for drugs/alcohol

Lando is in his early 20s and flunking out of college because of a drinking problem. He’s been going off the rails throughout his childhood but always manages to hide it well enough to at least function in society, well, until he doesn’t.

His mother threatens to cut him off, tough love and all that, so he decides to go into rehab. But he’s scared about what happens after rehab. How is he gonna be able to function when he’s back in the real world and has to start taking care of himself again?

He wants to take this seriously, so he gets into a sober living arrangement. A group home for adults who have finished rehab but are either) not ready to live alone/go out into the real world, or b) are on probation and have to stay there

It sucks, or that’s Lando’s first thought, at least. The people there are weird, and most of them are so much older, and a lot of them are drug addicts. Lando never did drugs, and he kinda looks down his nose at them.

There’s this one guy, though, who definitely doesn’t look like he belongs there. He’s cute, no scratch that, he’s hot and kinda aloof, which makes Lando want to get to know him more.

But Lando has a boyfriend out in the real world who is waiting for him, so he’s def not interested in anything more with this hot, aloof guy.

And, plus, relationships between housemates are forbidden.

Lando manages to break down the walls that hot, aloof guy has set up. turns out his name is Carlos.

Carlos is recovering drug addict, pills, powder, you name it. He's also on probation for stealing and destroying his boss' car in a drug-induced rage after he was reprimanded at work.

He's incredibly remorseful and wants to do everything to make things right. that included breaking up with his drug-addicted girlfriend before he went to rehab.

The thing is that Lando makes it incredibly difficult for Carlos to keep a distance and keep his heart safely tucked away. Everything Lando does makes Carlos' heart either flutter or race.

Carlos is older, in his late twenties, and he's basically been a functioning addict for a long time until he isn't. until his girlfriend gets addicted to heroin, and he does all that he can to stay with her during that time, even if it means being off his face. Their co-dependency is toxic, and he knows it. He never shoots up, though. There's something stopping him from doing that, this voice in the back of his head that sounds like his mom.

One day, he shows up wasted to work. there's a big corporate thing that day, and he embarrasses both himself and the company he works for.

it's the first time he's ever done something like that, and everyone is shocked. his boss really likes him, he's a good worker, a good human being, and so he only reprimands him. he should be let go, realistically and according to company policy, but his boss just can't do that. Not to Carlos.

Carlos goes home that evening and feels so much remorse, that is until his girlfriend gets into his head, telling him that he doesn't deserve what happened, that this was unfair on him, on her as well because he's gonna lose his bonus this year, and who's gonna take care of her then? She can find somebody else if Carlos isn't man enough to do that.

It fucks with his head and he gets angry. not angry at his gf but angry at his boss. His millionaire boss who owns a penthouse suite and drives a Ferrari. Carlos feels like he deserves more. He deserves that Ferrari.

So the next day, in broad daylight, he smashes the window to the Ferrari as it sits in the executive parking space, manages to jumpstart it (a bad idea since it fries the electronic systems) and barely manages to drive it out into the streets before he's being rammed into by another car.

He's fired.

Carlos gets off with probation since it's his first offence, but he has to complete a 9-month rehab stay and then live in the sober house for a year.

So it's safe to say that Carlos has been burned and doesn't need any more empty smiles and dead eyes to fall in love with. Except Lando is the opposite of that. He's excitable like a puppy, earnest and loving and cares so much about others, too much even. So yeah, Carlos falls in love with Lando, probably even before Lando falls in love with Carlos. But there are still a couple of things.

Dating in the sober house is not allowed. Not under any circumstances. The worst thing an addict can do is start a relationship while in recovery. And Carlos needs to take his recovery seriously.

There's also the slight problem of Lando's boyfriend, Daniel.

Daniel, the party boy, who keeps trying to tempt Lando with alcohol. He visits him with vodka in a water bottle or jellos that have been soaked in liquor. "Lando treats" he calls them, but Lando doesn't ever take any. But he's not strong enough to push him away, to tell him to stop. and it's not Carlos' place to do it.

And then there's Carlos' ex, who finally decides to get her life back together only to show up at the same sober house two months into Lando's stay there, and Lando feels nothing but jealousy coursing through his veins as he sees the bond between her and Carlos.

How could Carlos ever want him? He doesn't act like that around Lando. He doesn't have a special smile just for him. It's a game that Lando isn't quite sure he's ready to play. He's not sure he can withstand the pain.

Carlos' ex-girlfriend can't function sober, and she ends up leaving. If you leave, you can't come back, and Carlos frantically tries to search for her so that she can get a second chance. Lando comes with him, and they find her where she and Carlos used to live together, and she's too far gone, strung out again. Carlos realises he has to let her go for the last time. He can't keep saving her, but it really fucks with his head, so he pushes Lando away.

He pushes Lando back into Daniel's arms, and that's kind of dangerous cause, stupidly, Lando has attached his sobriety to Carlos, and if Carlos doesn't even want him sober, then what's the point?

Lando almost breaks his sobriety as he goes to a party with Daniel, but he calls Carlos instead, who comes and helps him from the situation. Lando cuts all ties with Daniel in the process.

But that's when they realise that they can't happen. It's too much of a risk loving someone who is in the throes of addiction. Lando asks to be transferred to a different sober house. He needs to take his sobriety seriously, and he can't be a burden on Carlos anymore.

He can't be the reason that Carlos fails. He would never forgive himself.

Lando was only supposed to be there for six months, and he's already done four, and when he moved in, Carlos was on month six.

So they're getting out into the real world at the same time. Lando six months sober, and Carlos 12 months sober.

It's a risk

But it's a risk they're willing to take.

They meet on the day Lando moves out from the sober house and exchange sobriety chips. Six months for Lando and 1 year for Carlos.

They promise to be each other's keepers and to love and honour their relationship. It's difficult, especially when Lando goes back to university with temptations all around, but every time he feels himself about to misstep, he calls Carlos. His one true north that guides him back on the straights. And then, after a long and hard day, he comes home to Carlos, who is working from home, and falls into his arms, and that's all the high either of them ever needs.

[ilkkawhat]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

aw ��� thanks for sending this to me

Half Past Midnight: My first fic I wrote after a...idk how many years it was hiatus, right at the start of me falling back in love with CSI again and creating things for it; I took such a deep dive into Nick's head and part of what I did in writing this was watching only Nick's parts on a loop, in the dark, with headphones on and I distinctly remember a point where it really got to me and I gasped for air and spooked my dog (don't worry he was okay just startled lol) It was also the first fic I started playing around and including my own headcanons in there

Last Breath: I just...have a lot of good memories from writing this fic. It was probably the most interactive, like I would go so far as to say it was almost even like a collaboration because so many people pitched ideas (the idea for the fic as a whole was straight up handed to me on a silver platter) and made the fic better for it, and I also really got to know my Stokes children OCs in doing this fic--I did do a handful of fics for them before this, but I feel like I really hammered down who they were and it won't be the last fic on this list but I do also have the sequel (First Flight) to use as a chance to cover things I missed in the first one and explore more universe altering headcanons. It was also my first like, longer fic at around 64k word count wise, and right now my longest completed fic lol

Atrophy: I swear this list I'm just going off of fics that I have distinct memories of attachment to; this one I started writing on my way to a wedding and brought back an OC I created back when I was a teenager. After the wedding I had to go to this university for a class paid for by my job and I spent the car rides there and back brainstorming, and even writing in between classes (and if I recall...even during class at some points shh.) Its sequel Agony is uh, giving me some challenges and I regret a lot of things like maybe pushing it out so fast and then losing steam and wishing I did some things different/toned it down, but Atrophy I still feel mostly good about (though man imagine if I went as hard on it as I am with Agony as long and drawn out as it is lol) and the ficverse as a whole is definitely a favorite of mine

For Your Viewing Pleasure: Surprise, another Grave Danger fic. I wrote this during a pretty rough time and just remember being proud of myself for doing it, and wrote it all within a week and the ideas and words just kept...flowing. It felt like I was truly in my element when I wrote it and helped me remember why I love writing so much.

Specimen Stokes: God I know this fic also went off the rails like Agony did where I worry it became like...too much and should have held back a little (no pun intended) but I will never forget the day I ran out of work to go start writing a one shot in response to an anon who I don't even think technically asked for it as a fic, it was like "choose between these scenarios" and as I started to think about it I just...couldn't help myself. Like Atrophy I have sequels in mind and all sorts of things I want to do and I swear I actually have the rest of this fic installment planned out it's just...writing it lol. And taking the plunge into making it sci-fi and twisting the characters in the AU has been a blast and I feel like a great amount of my creativity has shown through in this fic, the edits and stuff I made for it, and the ideas I have coming up.

[hoeforinarizaki]

MEMES & LOVE.

Type: Headcanons

Futakuchi Kenji x Crackhead!GN!Reader (Singular)

Summary: Of course maybe someday Dateko's captain would end up dating someone. But nobody even knew he'd start dating a total memelord. Not even Futakuchi himself.

No Warnings! Pure Crack And Comedy.

Futakuchi Keiji:

I'm a simp for this man so just beware okay.

Well to start off literally you did not give a single quack about introductions and just went "hey so i think you're hot and all wanna go on a date?"

HELP HE IS SO CONFUSED SHSUSGHSHS– like shawty yes he fine as hell but context pls 🤡

Look, this man is definitely down and all since he thinks you're interesting but finds it weird how you can literally joke about anything at anytime and by anything...

I MEAN EVERYTHING, like..? 💀

He just made a comment about volleyball and you're out here making those sports puns. Like you guys were just hanging at the gym then you just went–

"Hey, Futakuchi-kun?" "What..?" "If you wanted a hard serve we should've went to an ice cream shop instead." 👁👄👁 mm yes hard serve ice cream–

So yeah, he hates you /j

Lol just joking he honestly thinks some of your puns are very bad, but most of them are really funny. He was genuinely drawn to you because of your humor.

And when the other guys heard you were dating him they went like WHAT?? SAY SIKE RN??

Nobody knows how it ever happened, don't ask 😭 you bein' innocent and cute over here like "you didn't know? 🤨"

Fr though Futakuchi over here just wants to die now lolz

As a boyfriend, he would often tease you randomly and you'd use jokes as a literal excuse to make him think that you're immune to his sexiness.

Which you aren't, and he later learns that. Cue him just being at your side all the time and making you blush– 😍

Just rail me already dammit i'm already whipped

Aone honestly thinks that you were his sibling at first because damn you both play fight a lot. Nobody would ever think their captain could be like that /hj

During the time you aren't chaotic, both of you just sit around and cuddle each other the entire day.

Futakuchi thinks you've finally calmed down...until a minute later you sneakily take your phone out and send him a really cursed meme of shrek x dora 😰

He will stare you dead in the eyes and you'd be praying for forgiveness so good luck with that.

But the times you actually ARE calm and just want some good 'ol lovey dovey time with your boyfie be ready to pass out from bloodloss because of nose bleeding.

BECAUSE DAMN HE SO FINE

You come home from hanging out with friends and see him in the bedroom with his shirt off and skggsihsohs– and just sends this hot smirk your way which almost kills you 🥵

...This was supposed to be crack but i got carried away i'm sorry i am in love with this man.

Jokes aside, Date Tech seriously deserves more love.

[babybulbasaur920]

Headcanons for Vilex (Vil/Felix)

Felix has more or less avoided Vil´s fits of overbearing-ness for the first two years of Felix's time at NRC

There was more or less an unspoken agreement after Vil saw what this man can make out of basically nothing

Leave him alone and he´ll work hard on his own, and get fancy, beautiful jewelry with gems mined from the Han-eul mountains, the most gorgeous ever

This went on until the VDC, when Vil decided Felix would help the crew, music and stuff. He thought Felix could do it

Anyways chapter 5 goes as it does

Felix and Yuu in the ¨we aren't going to be dancing, why must we eat the white people food?¨ club

Vil´s overblot goes as it does

As he's doing his major soul searching trying to reassess every damn thing, he happens upon Felix's hot shop, and they start chatting

At first it's polite small talk, about Felix´s projects and the jewelry making process. It then turns into more personal things

Vil hasn't had much time to just work through it all.

Even with Rook picking up the slack it takes a lot to be so perfect, and to look like it takes no effort to be perfect

Felix is blunt and slightly to the left (my baby is undiagnosed autistic, the tumblr kind, he'd be doing numbers on here) and its oddly refreshing to Vil, who hasn't given him much more thought than a handy kinda dude

They started dating not long and it's a trip for both of them

Vil never thought he'd be so down for someone, he always thought a partner would have to be actually perfect, not better than him of course 

If you told him a year ago he'd be so head over heels for a kinda short artisan with little filter, he'd laugh it off, but life comes at you fast and you never know. And now he's sitting in the cafeteria with one arm around him while trying to get him to eat, since using his fire and metal magic to craft actually burns a lot of calories, he has to eat a lot, but can just get so absorbed in studying or whatever Vil has to remind him to eat.

Felix has definitely kissed Vil all over like that one tweet

Felix kissing Vil all over his face: skincare

Holiday hcs since we just had those fucks

I just know Vils dad is like one of those sad beige moms

And christmas, or the twisted wonderland equivalent kinda sucked over at the Schoenheit house for that reason

And Vil keeps that going in Pomefiore, instead of beige we got purple, which is a step up but you get the point

But Felix came from a large family and the kind of village thats one big family, and it's ¨tacky¨ holidays all the way

We are talking about homemade decor (that still looks amazing,  all those jerks are pro artisans, what did you think would happen?), all the colors, cookie decorating with half the kitchen coated in flour, festive kidz bop, pjs, the whole messy nine yards

This of course becomes a problem, last year, Felix just did his room how he likes it, and his roommate was kind enough not to snitch, but now he and Vil are dating, he's asking for his opinion, and, he really hates how sterile this all looks

While dating Felix has sort of mellowed Vil out, seeing what's really important in life and all that, he still very much cares about aesthetics and everything looking perfect, and perfect, in this scenario makes Felix poke everything with a stick

Eventually they come to a conclusion, the dorm will be elegant as always but more fun

They do a whole thing about gingerbread houses, and it turns out Rook´s aunt has a dope recipe which he shares. It's actually pretty cool to see these guys fumble, the majority is rich fancy dudes who've never cooked in their lives 

Of course Felix´s is super elaborate (once again, who do you think you're talking about?). He's not much better at baking, but design is his thing. The whole thing is a victorian style house with candy cane railings, green cotton candy and powdered sugar as snowy bushes, a snowman made out of donut holes, and a garden using candy canes as trellis, those pull apart twizzlers as vines and actual candied flowers. How this man even got those things, no one knows (he bribed Rook, a true artist cannot be contained)

Tree decorating! Some students write home for ornaments that they particularly like, Felix makes some, Epel makes a whole popcorn chain (has to be supervised or he'll eat it, our gremlin child), it gets spray painted, so it doesn't attract bugs not all of it matches but the tree is beautiful and everyone in the dorm got to add to it

Vil has to fold, this **has** been better than how holidays normally are for him

The gifts:

What Felix gifts Vil: 

(he made them of course)

he put in it, a picture Rook took, of the group (him, Vil, Epel, Rook) (dont ask how Rook took the picture and was in the picture. we all know this man is some eldrich being) in front of the dorm tree

What Vil got him:

(i couldn´t find pictures of actual tickets so pretend they´re tickets)

They both love the netflix movie, so when Felix casually tosses out he once saw this as a play when travelling with his parents, Vil was intrigued. he found out that a theater not too far from NRC would be putting it on

Vil, when doing his homework on the play, saw it's a thing to dress up like you're going to prom, so he also got Felix a nice suit

[plutominho]

start of something new || han

✧ WRITTEN BY: galaxy

✧ GENRE: college au, new year’s eve au, strangers to lovers/love interests, fluff

✧ PAIRING: han x reader

✧ SUMMARY: this is quite literally your and jisung’s disney channel moment

✧ WORD COUNT: 4.1k

✧ NOTES/WARNINGS: mild language + very brief mention of alcohol. confident!reader has pipes that the writer can only dream of. jisung is a fratboy that gets easily (and adorably) shy. speaking of fratboys, wingman! + fratboy!felix knows how to make a party interesting (max and i have this headcanon that jisung and felix are both fratboys but in different fonts and this fic basically fueled that agenda). short appearance of bestfriend!ryujin. yes this imagine was inspired by a certain iconic ‘00s disney movie, yes i was a disney kid, and yes i royally fucked up my sleep schedule for the sake of writing this imagine so pls don’t let it flop :/

HAPPY NEW YEAR BESTIES!! i hope y’all like this imagine and have a happy 2022 💖💫

on an unrelated note i literally bought the song used in this imagine and had it on repeat every night till 3-3:30 a.m. for the past four nights to write this can u tell i’ve lost my mind

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you let out a shaky breath, shivering lightly as you leaned against the railing and admired the city lights. the ski lodge that your university’s student body had rented out for the annual new year’s party was absolutely gorgeous. the main rooms inside looked like something out of a movie, and the back area outside where you stood featured hot tubs, as well as a breathtaking view of the city that stood miles away from the venue. definitely worth the $80 fee to rsvp a spot for the trip.

you looked around you, and it seemed like you were the only one outside. a group of boys had come out to grab food from the grill earlier, so you only assumed they went inside.

after a minute, you decided to do the same, entering the ski lodge through the glass door and shutting it behind you. you figured you could find something interesting inside. after all, you were here for a good time. it’d be a waste not to seek it while you could.

as you stepped in, you found yourself back in the common room, the largest room in the resort, where the majority of the other students on the trip were gathered. most of the people formed a crowd around the middle of the room, eating and chatting amongst themselves as music blasted from the surround speakers.

at the center of the room was a small karaoke stage, right in front of a vacant dj stand. you watched a girl standing upon the karaoke stage, slurring the lyrics to “all i want for christmas is you” off-key into the mic as you navigated your way to the front of the crowd. you bit your lip to hold back a grimace; the university had banned alcohol from the party due to some students being underage, and it was painfully obvious she had snuck some in anyway.

what caught your attention the most, however, was someone else singing the same song. a male voice carried amongst the chatter, and you could still hear it from your spot towards the left of the stage. he was singing circles around the girl with the mic. and god was he loud.

“he’s good, isn’t he?”

you turned your head to the freckled, blonde boy who had asked you the question. you recognized him from around campus; you had heard from your best friend, ryujin, who was also at the party but catching up with other friends, that he was an officer of the student body as well as a fraternity member, so you always saw him at campus events. looking at his white hoodie with the university logo on the upper right corner, you figured he was one of the students in charge of the ski lodge party—you had seen several other people donning the same hoodie, so it made sense.

you glanced at the general direction of the singing boy before nodding at the blonde. “oh, yeah.”

“you know,” he motioned for you to lean closer, “he’s enjoying himself an awful lot for someone who didn’t want to be here.”

you let out a chuckle. “you’re kidding, right?”

“nope,” he said, popping the p. 

“well… maybe he did want to come, but just needed convincing? it’s not everyday you see a frat boy at a student gov event.”

“i mean, maybe. or maybe i’m just a god at peer pressure.”

you shook your head as the two of you laughed. was that foul of him? sure. but was it genius? absolutely. you liked him already.

you heard a few claps as the drunk girl finished the song, dramatically bowing before stepping offstage. the blonde boy lightly placed his hand on your shoulder, taking his cue to leave and telling you to enjoy the party. 

you watched him slip into the crowd, and before you knew it, he was at the center of the small stage.

“alright, let’s give it up for her, everyone!” he spoke into the mic, prompting another round of applause. “who’s up next?”

the crowd murmured softly, everyone trying to convince their friends to volunteer, but to no avail. eventually, all the chatter died down as everyone began looking around, wondering who would take the bait. 

the blonde sighed a little, clicking his tongue a few times and shaking his head. “come on guys,” he said. “we were doing so well, what happened?”

still nothing. not a single word from the crowd. 

he huffed a little, laughing softly into the mic as he tried one more time. “come onnnn guysss, or i’ll start volunteering people myself.”

the crowd froze. no one dared to make a move in fear of being singled out. the room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. 

you pursed your lips as your eyes darted around the room. not even the loud boy was in sight to save everyone’s ass. shrugging, you hesitated for another moment before raising your hand. you were here for a good time, so why not?

“i’ll go.”

several heads turned your direction, and you saw people trying to follow the sound of your voice, scanning the crowd. 

the freckled, blonde boy saw you, and he smiled warmly from ear to ear. as you made your way onstage and grabbed a mic, he mouthed a ‘thank you’ to which you just smiled and nodded your head. 

“alright, that’s what i’m talking about!” he said, letting out a whoop.

you chuckled a little, looking at the corner of the room for a moment.

“and you know,” he added, prompting you to look back at him. “since you were kind enough to volunteer—what’s your name?”

“y/n.”

“y/n,” the blonde repeated before continuing. “since you were kind enough to volunteer, y/n, i’ll give you a duet partner! if you’re okay with that, of course.”

you smiled and nodded, going along. “that would be great, thank you!”

“alright!” he chirped. “now let’s see…”

the boy ran a hand through his hair as he scanned the crowd. you glanced at the crowd, too, for a second, before turning your head to look at him again, and you got front row seats as an evil smirk slowly creeped on his face. you especially took note of the cocky chuckle he did, as if he was imagining all the things that could go wrong. 

what was he planning?

“jisung! get up here!”

he pointed into the crowd, and you followed his finger, which was clearly set on a specific person. your gaze landed on a brunette boy in a leather jacket over an off-yellow hoodie (with skinny jeans to complete the look), who you assumed was jisung by the look on his face. 

the brunette’s face displayed a look of utter betrayal, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. 

“FELIX I THOUGHT WE HAD A DEAL, C’MON!”

you looked back at the blonde—felix—whose evil grin hadn’t left his face. “i know, but i never said i wouldn’t make you sing!” 

“BRO I DON’T SING.” 

even without a microphone, the brunette’s voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. the poor people standing around him, you thought to yourself as you watched with a smile. 

“well, that seems like a you problem!” the blonde turned back to you, motioning for you to come with him to the dj stand, where the song catalog was. “anyway, y/n, what would you like to sing?” 

“I DON’T EVEN GET TO CHOOSE THE SONG I’M SINGING?!”

“well, you didn’t seem very invested in this when i called on you so… no.” felix chuckled before moving the mic away from his mouth and looking over your shoulder at the song catalog. you mouthed to him, asking if jisung was the boy he was talking about a few minutes ago, which he confirmed with a nod. 

meanwhile, jisung continued his protests, which were only ignored by the both of you. 

“he said you looked good when you came in earlier, by the way,” felix deadpanned.

“WHAT.”

your head whipped around, but you were only met by the back of felix’s head as he had gone back to entertaining the crowd (and jisung’s complaints) at the karaoke stage.

you turned back around, shaking the thought from your mind as you continued browsing songs for duets. you found one you liked and went back to the karaoke stage to show felix your pick.

“what about this one?” 

felix turned around, before looking at the song you were pointing to. “a bit cliche, don’t you think?”

you shrugged. “he just sang his heart out to ‘all i want for christmas’, i think he’ll enjoy this.”

by this point, the brunette had scurried up to the stage to grab a mic, stopping at the front edge of the stage just in time to hear your last comment. it was enough to make his ears turn red in embarrassment, which you noticed with a smile. 

“oh, no no, you did great, baby! i wasn’t making fun of you.” you reassured jisung with a wink as you made your way to the karaoke machine. 

he turned his head, following your motion from his spot as he ran his hands through his hair. “oh, i know i did great, thank you.”

you gave the boy a look as if to say, ‘really?’ to which he shrugged cockily. but you could see in his face that he was embarrassed, nevermind the rosy tint on his cheeks. your eyes lingered on him for a few more seconds before turning back around. you couldn’t help but be endeared by the way he reacted to your taunts, as much as you hated to admit it. 

you called felix over for help with the machine, to which he gladly came over again. as he helped you select the song, he turned to jisung. “hey, ji, i think you’re gonna need this,” he spoke into his mic before tossing it to the brunette.

jisung fumbled with the mic, barely able to catch it which made you and felix snicker to yourselves. his confident yet embarrassed demeanor piqued your interest, and boy were you going to have some fun with it. 

not giving him any time to react, you started the song, and the first beats of “start of something new” filled the room. 

“high school musical?!” 

“what, you scared of some disney channel?” you teased into the mic, a confident smile on your face. 

“I TOLD YOU YOU WOULDN’T REGRET THIS!” you recognized the now distant voice of felix, who had to yell from his spot in the crowd as he had given his mic to the boy standing offstage. 

“i don’t deserve this—” jisung groaned.

you watched the brunette in amusement, debating whether you should take the first lines of the song. with how much he was rambling complaints into his microphone, it looked like you were going to end up doing troy’s part.

after a few beats, the cue started, and so did you. “🎵living in—🎵”

“🎵living in my own world~🎵” jisung started before you could finish, cutting the note short so he could throw in a pointed comment at his friend. “FUCK YOU FELIX! 🎵didn’t understand~🎵”

you stopped singing and let him have the solo, laughing with the crowd at his sudden change of demeanor.

“🎵that anything can happen~ when you take a chance~🎵” he continued, and you couldn’t help but watch him in amusement, your mouth slightly agape. he was good, really good. and he knew it too. you could tell by the way he stood and the way he sang into the mic that this wasn’t his first rodeo. 

but it wasn’t yours either. 

“🎵 i never believed in what i couldn’t see~🎵” you sang gabriella’s part, slowly making your way to center stage. you felt everyone’s eyes on you, especially jisung’s. “🎵i never opened my heart~🎵”

“🎵oh~🎵” jisung chimed in.

“🎵to all the possibilities…🎵”

you glanced briefly at felix, whose jaw was dropped in astonishment, and he was frozen in place. but he caught your eye, which snapped him out of his trance. a slow smile spread across his face, and his eyes lit up. you both knew you had the crowd at your feet, and you were going to take advantage of every second of it.

you turned back to the crowd, a playful, confident grin on your face. “🎵ooh~🎵”

this was going to be fun.

“🎵i know...🎵” you sang, jisung harmonizing with you before you sang the next line by yourself, “🎵that something has changed…🎵”

“🎵never felt this way~🎵” jisung harmonized with you again.

you locked eyes with the brunette as you sang the next line. “🎵and right here tonight…🎵”

“🎵this could be the start of something new~🎵”

you began the chorus together, your voices blending perfectly. you followed his movement as he slowly made his way to you and he attempted to hoist himself onto the stage, despite the stairs being a few feet away from him.

“🎵it feels so right to be here with you, oh~🎵”

you continued singing together as you went to help him onto the stage, extending out your free hand for him to take as you rolled your eyes. 

“🎵and now, looking in your eyes,🎵” you sang, pulling him up, “🎵i feel in my heart~🎵”

“🎵feel in my heart~🎵” jisung ad-libbed.

“🎵the start of something new~🎵” you two finished the chorus.

if you had blinked you would’ve missed him flashing his eyebrows at you. “🎵oh... yeah~🎵”

for the first time during the song, you were finally able to see jisung up close. you had no clue what you had set off in this boy within the past three minutes, but what you did know—from the confident gleam in his eyes—was that you had a lot more coming your way.

and were you right. the whole second verse couldn’t have gone by faster, and it all seemed like a blur. 

the only memories of the second verse you remembered were coy looks from across the stage, stolen glances, and jisung taking your hand to spin you around once playfully. 

the adrenaline rushing through your veins certainly didn’t help matters; you couldn’t focus on anything except the boy in front of you. the crowd seemed to disappear, and you were having the time of your life. 

you began to move to center stage as you neared the bridge of the song, jisung right behind you as you closed out the second chorus. 

“🎵the start of something new~🎵” you sang as you felt him take your hand. the light pull on your arm as you took another step prompted you to turn around, and you were so taken aback by the sight in front of you that you let the last note falter.

“🎵i never knew that it could happen till it happened to me~🎵”

you were met with the boy on one knee as he sang his line with his eyes closed, holding your hand in his free one. you felt your breath hitch in your throat and you froze, your other arm dropping to your side. you hoped to god that whenever he’d look up, he wouldn’t notice the blush slowly creeping onto your face.

jisung finally opened his eyes and looked up at you, immediately softening when he saw your state. he got so into his part, he didn’t realize just how tensed up your hand felt in his.

he stayed quiet for a beat, missing troy’s ad-lib. the climax of the song was coming up and you were about to miss your cue, so he had to think of something quick.

he decided to cover you, singing your line as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“🎵i didn’t know it before, but now…🎵”

it was just enough to get you back on track, and you joined in time to hit the high note as he switched to the harmony. 

“🎵now it’s easy to see, ohh~!🎵” you two sang together, jisung squeezing your hand one more time.

jisung gave you a small smile, and you smiled back, gently squeezing his hand as a ‘thank you’ before letting go and dropping your hand.

your slight falter didn’t faze you, and you were able to sing the final chorus without a hitch. jisung’s attempts at flirting with you couldn’t have landed farther from his goal. whether it was singing up close to you, or looking at you for just a little too long, you kept yourself focused as you came back to center stage, him following you like a stray puppy. 

out of all the strangers you had sung karaoke with, jisung was the most fun partner you’ve ever had. he seemed to pick up on all your cues, and was able to bounce off all of your gestures with one of his own. 

oh, what you would’ve given for this moment to go on forever. but alas, all good things must come to an end, and you two naturally made your way back to the center of the stage as you wrapped up the song. 

“🎵and now, looking in your eyes~🎵” you both sang, giving it your all as you stepped closer to each other.

“🎵i feel in my heart~🎵” you took one more step towards jisung, gazing into his eyes.

“🎵feel in my heart~🎵” jisung ad-libbed once more, smiling at you sweetly.

“🎵the start of something new~🎵”

you smiled back at the boy, your heart pounding out of your chest as one final burst of adrenaline shot through you. 

“🎵the start of something new~🎵”

jisung took your free hand in this, spinning you, making you laugh to yourself. when you turned back to face him, he locked eyes with you briefly before leaning you backwards into a dip, resting one hand on the small of your back, the other still around his mic. 

you reached up your free hand to support yourself, gently wrapping it around the back of his neck as the two of you finished the song. 

“🎵the start of something new.🎵”

you could barely hear cheers erupt from the crowd as you found jisung’s eyes and held his gaze. your heart pounded in your chest as you caught your breath, the adrenaline in your body finally calming down.

jisung held the pose for another moment as he looked into your eyes, and gave you a shy smile. you smiled back, letting out a small laugh as he helped you back up.

as you got back on your feet, you smiled at your partner one more time and took a bow. he did the same, letting out a giggle as the crowd’s cheers grew louder.

you saw felix approach the stage from behind jisung, and you took this as your cue to leave. you waved goodbye to the brunette as you walked down the steps and past felix, high-fiving the beaming blonde before disappearing into the crowd.

you decided to stick around for a bit as felix took the stage. a few people around you noticed you and complimented you, and you smiled and mumbled ‘thank you’s as you watched the boys on stage.

felix lightheartedly poked fun at jisung for a minute, the brunette groaning and covering his face in embarrassment as his friend made comments like “‘bro i don’t sing!’ my ASS”. the crowd let out a laugh and you couldn’t help but do the same, not only out of adoration of jisung’s flustered reactions, but also simply because felix was right.

“bro i don’t sing!” my ass.

after the crowd cheered for you and jisung one more time, you dipped out of the room to grab a water bottle from the kitchen, and in hopes of preparing for the countdown.

you had completely lost track of ryujin at this point, and you had about an hour to kill before midnight. that was still plenty of time to find her, so you just decided to find something else to do.

you spent a good chunk of the time making one more round around the ski resort, and eventually you found yourself back at the common room. you watched a few performances from the back of the crowd, but you couldn’t help but scan the crowd for jisung, hoping you could see him again. 

but you didn’t see him, or ryujin, for that matter.

you huffed a little and went outside as a group of three boys took the stage.

you shivered a little, taking in the fresh winter air that nipped at your cheeks. you took a minute to adjust before walking around, looking for any hints of your friend or…

jisung.

out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a boy wearing a black leather over an off-yellow hoodie looking out at the city lights. you turned and smiled to yourself, and made your way over.

“hey.”

the boy turned to you and smiled a little. “oh, hey!”

you smiled back, and stayed quiet for a beat before speaking again.

“so… what was that about you not singing?” you asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him.

jisung let out an awkward chuckle at this, and not even the dim lighting outside could hide his blush. “um…” he scratched at the back of his neck, “that’s a really funny question actually.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. cute.

“okay but really,” he said after a minute, and you nodded, prompting him to continue.

“it doesn’t… really fit my frat boy image.”

you let out a laugh at this. it wasn’t the response you were expecting, but it was a fitting one at that.

“i’m serious!” he said before letting out a groan. “i’m gonna be fighting for my life in the group chat, and you’re laughing!”

you laughed again before nodding along. “you know what, so will i.”

jisung chuckled lightly, looking down as he shook his head. “you… you don’t have to.”

“but i want to.”

there was a comfortable silence that lingered between the two of you as your laughs died down. you found yourself staring into his eyes, a warm brown in the cold winter night, and you gave him a small smile. he smiled back and looked back down at the ground as he blushed again. 

cute.

“oh my god, you guys did so good!”

you were snapped out of your daze by the sound of your friend’s voice, and you turned around to see her quickly walking towards the two of you. you were slightly disappointed that you had been interrupted, but hid it with a smile as you thanked her. 

“hi, jisung, i’m ryujin.” she briefly introduced herself as jisung nodded politely. “anyway, you two had the best chemistry. i swear to god at least two people out there might think you’re a couple.”

she looked at you suggestively to which you rolled your eyes and fixed your hair to cover your ears, which you knew would turn red. 

you exchanged an awkward glance with jisung, who gave you a shy smile. 

ryujin laughed at your flustered states. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding… kind of. anyway, the countdown’s in like five minutes, so we gotta go!” 

you were surprised, completely having lost track of time. ryujin grabbed your hand and began to pull you away before you stopped and dropped her hand. 

grabbing a napkin from a table nearby, you took a spare pen on one of the tables and scribbled down your number.

you turned to jisung, and cradled one of his hands in yours, turning his palm upwards. 

“i think you’re gonna want this.”

you placed the piece of paper in his hand before closing it with your other hand, keeping his hand in yours for just a bit longer.

“don’t lose it. call me next year so we can do this again, yeah?”

you took ryujin’s still extended hand, sending him a wink before turning around and disappearing into the crowd. 

the whole countdown your mind never stopped thinking about jisung. from the second by second countdown, to the celebratory hugs, and even as you greeted everyone around you a happy new year, you wished you could’ve spent the occasion with the boy you just met. 

it hadn’t been a minute after the countdown when you felt your phone vibrate repeatedly in your pocket. you excused yourself, finding a quieter spot in the resort to check who was calling you.

the number wasn’t one you recognized, but you knew who it was right away. 

“hello?” you answered, bringing the receiver up to your ear, and you couldn’t help but smile once you heard the voice at the other end of the line.

“happy new year, y/n.”

[tulsa-trash]

Goody Two Shoes

Dallas x Good!Girl Headcanons

WARNING(S): Swearing, NSFW Content

y'all loved that dally sm*t from yesterday so I had to give you thirsty b*tches some more content ;)

-Dal met you through Ponyboy. Pony had brought you over to the Curtis house when you two were put together for a school project.

-Half way through the project, Dal showed up along with some of the other gang members.

-All bets were off once his cold eyes met your wide, curious ones.

-He would casually flirt with you every time he would pass though the kitchen. (which was oddly quite a lot.) He would leave you completely flustered and looking like a tomato from all your blushing.

-Him knowing he could affect you like that boosted up his already h u g e ego.

-You and Pony became good friends, which resulted in you hanging out with him outside of school a lot more.

-Which also resulted in an excuse for you to see Dally more… and for him to flirt with you.

-”Well, if it isn’t my biggest fan!” He would teasingly greet you.

-”Oh shut it, Winston!”

-”D.amn, doll. I love it when you talk to me like that.”

-”Like what?”

-”When you attempt to be hostile towards me but it fails.”

-He was your first kiss, you went out with him and some of the guys to the Nightly Double and he decided to walk you home. He was teasing you about being a goody-two shoes, so you kept making comments on all the bad things he does along with girls he’s been with.

-”Psh, so what? I bet you ain’t ever even kissed a guy before so I don’t wanna hear it.”

-When you remained silent and he learned his suspicion was in fact true, he was dead set on kissing you. (and possibly getting a lil sum more bc he’s a perv)

-”No way, man. How is that even possible?” He asked you skeptically.

-You shrugged, “Never got the opportunity, I guess. Plus I don’t even know how.”

-”Lemme teach ya, then.”

-And with that he grabbed you and kissed you.

-You would purposely try to doll yourself up whenever you go by to hang out with Pone, knowing he would see you.

-”Who you gettin’ all dressed up for?”

-”Certainly not you, Dallas.”

-”Really? Mind tellin’ me who then? So I can put him six feet under.”

-Is honestly such a bad influence on you.

-The first time you smoked…

-”Dal, i’ve never smoked before… I’m scared.”

-”Scared? Jesus, kid. It ain’t gonna kill ya just take one hit off it.”

-First time you robbed something from a store…

-”Dally!? Why are you stuffing that in your jacket? Put it back!”

-”Just shush up and stick this pack of smokes in your bra.”

-First time you skipped school…

-”C’mon, babe. Come hang out with me today.”

-”Dal, I have a test today I can’t miss it.”

-”Screw that, man! You can make it up some other time. Lemme take ya out for a coke.”

-It was all Dallas’ influence lol

-Although you had somewhat of a good influence on him.

-The guys noticed he wouldn’t smoke as much when you were around, knowing that you didn’t like it.

-He would also try to think twice before he got into trouble, because the first time he went to jail while he was with you, you were hysterical.

-”How the hell could you do that to me!? I was worried to death!”

-”Jesus, baby. Calm down, alright? I’ll try to be more behaved.” He would joke.

-Definitely took your virginity.

-It was in his room at Buck’s one night when you snuck out to see him. One thing led to another and he had you naked, underneath him in his bed.

-You were trembling from both nerves and excitement as he was getting ready.

-As he slid himself inside you, you whimpered in pain. He thought you looked so perfect laying underneath him, completely vulnerable. It took him a lot of self control to not start railing you right there on the spot, he felt bad that he was hurting you.

-”Dal…”

-”What? Do you wanna stop or sum?”

-”N-No. Uhm… I’m just thinkin’.”

-He rolled his eyes, “About what?”

-”Are you still gonna like me after this?”

-He paused his movement and looked you in the eyes, which were swimming with all sorts of emotions that he himself couldn’t really comprehend. Your doe eyed gaze drove him wild.

-He leaned down and pressed a gently kiss to your forehead, which caught you way off guard because he was never one for sweet gestures.

-”Look, kid. I don’t think I could stop likin’ ya even if I tried.”

[primofate]

Headcanon

I’m also a big fan of My Hero Academia, so I hope you don’t mind if I post some of that here!

Scenario: An accident happens, he’s your emergency contact

Warning: Angst. Swearing. Injury. Hospitalization. Tears. Slight comfort. not proofread.

Characters: gn!reader x Deku, Todoroki

Want more? Here’s the masterlist:

https://primofate.tumblr.com/masterlist

Pro-hero Deku

“A-are you sure? I’m really sorry about this,”

Is probably the most apologetic that work called just as you were both walking back home. 

Keeps on thinking he might make it in time if he took you into his arms, ran to your front doorstep and then ran to work.

“Izu-kun, it’s fine, nothing’s gunna happen, I’ll text you when I’m home safe, I promise.” you say to him (and how wrong you were)

It wasn’t a villain. It was just a drunk driver swerving down the street, hitting the road railings and ramming straight into you. 

Deku keeps on checking his phone in the middle of his meeting to see if you’ve messaged him, as you promised.

When his meeting ends and there was still no message from you, he gets quite antsy.

“...Should I call them? But what if they’re just busy? No... they would’ve stuck to their promise... They never break their promises...”

Starts blowing up your phone on his way home, and when he doesn’t get an answer he starts panicking big time, biting his thumb. 

Sighs, it’s nearly 1 am. Contemplates going back to your place just to knock on your door when he gets a call from an unknown number.

“Hello? Is this... Midoriya-san? This is calling from Koyuki General Hospital, you’re listed as one of the emergency contacts for Y/N-san... Hello...? Hello?”

“Coming! I’m coming!” He had scrambled up as soon as he heard it was the hospital, fumbled with getting dressed and was running full speed, trying to flag down a taxi. Decides to use his quirk instead. “Are they okay? Please tell me they’re okay,” He pants into the phone, barely even hearing what the nurse had said.

“Well...” the nurse hesitates, and instead says “We’ll talk about their condition when you arrive,”

Curses under his breath and keeps on berating himself for not walking you back home. 

Nurse says that you’ve got several broken bones and that they’ve given you the meds to ease the pain. You’re gunna have to stay in the hospital for a while.

When finally allowed to go into your room, buries his head on the hospital bed sheet and silently cries frustrated tears at your mangled form.

What the hell kind of hero is he if he can’t even take care of his most precious one?

Of course when you wake up you reassure him it was an accident, and those happen. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re in so much pain though.

“You’re gunna have to serve me while I’m bedridden!” It was just a joke, but the serious look on his face tells you that he’s gunna be there every single day. Whether you like it or not.

Pro-hero Shoto

Is in the middle of a meeting. You just saw each other this morning, he dropped you off work and you went separate ways.

Does not expect a call from the hospital at all, so when his phone rings he ignores it for a bit, since he’s in the meeting.

10 minutes later there’s another call from the same number, he looks at his phone suspiciously, finally stands to excuse himself from the meeting and picks it up.

“Hello? Is this Todoroki-san?” the nurse on the other line definitely recognizes his name.

“Yes, speaking...” he’s baffled. Doesn’t know yet he’s talking to a nurse and wonders why her tone was so formal.

“This is calling from Koyuki General Hospital, you’re listed as the emergency contact for Y/N-san, is that correct?” 

“Emergency...Contact...” he says the words out loud to try and internalize it better and it hits him like a ton of bricks. Something happened to you.

He’s outta there. Fuck the meeting.

He is confused as all hell, just this morning you were energetic and even said you’d see him tonight.

“What’s wrong? Are they okay?” phone in between his shoulder and face, fumbles with his car keys, drops it on the floor, picks it up, tries to start the engine.

“We’re still monitoring their condition, we’ll tell you more when you’re free to visit them,” 

“What do you mean--” subtly getting anxious, specially by the way the nurse is dodging questions about you. “I’m coming right now,”

Arrives tense and stressed out. 

Nurse explains you tripped and fell down a flight of stairs at work. Nothing’s broken, just a sprained ankle but you hit your head pretty hard and they’re doing scans on it. Possible memory loss. 

Runs a hand through his two-toned hair, closing his eyes with a sigh. Head injuries could be a real pain.

Paces while waiting to be allowed in. When he is, you’re obviously out cold. 

Is looking at you with his arms crossed on his chest, face twisted into a rare image of worry. The nurse said you might not wake up till tomorrow.

So, no matter how much he wants to stay by your side his logical side takes over and he knows he can’t just abandon the magazine and television interviews he had scheduled for today.

“...Please call me as soon as she wakes up,” He tells the nurse. “I want to be informed, even if it’s in the middle of the night,”

“...But we don’t allow visitors in the middle of the night, sir...and we’d rather she took a rest,”

“...Then please tell them to call me, it’s just a small request,” Is not a pushy person but he ain’t gunna give up on the opportunity to hear that you’re safe.

Nurse sees the serious look on his face and agrees to it hesitantly.

Call came in at 2:32 am. Not that he was sleeping. He couldn’t. Had just been staring at his phone.

“Shoto-kun? It’s me,” He had’t realized his whole body had been stressed and tensed for the WHOLE day and only relaxes when he hears your voice.

AND YOU REMEMBER HIM. Thank God.

“How are you feeling?”  “Mm... tired. Really bad headache too. Ah, the nurse says I can’t stay on the phone for too long,”

You can’t see it but there’s a semi-pout on his lips, promises to see you at the earliest time he’s allowed to come over.

Brings all your favourite snacks and drinks and spoils you silly until you’re discharged.

[blackvelvetwriteson]

𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 (𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍)

                                       (  ~ Multiple Characters x Gender Neutral                                                     Reader Insert ~ )

GENRE: FILTHY SMUT     

                                                  FANDOM: Boku No Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Today for our characters, we have cumflation, exhibitionism, bondage, somnophilia, overstimulation, marking/burning, corruption, video recording, and tentacle play || I’m sorry if I didn’t catch them all! 

SUMMARY: These are just snippets that I’ve formed throughout the day of the BNHA boys when they’re feral or READER-CHAN is feral. Enjoy! 

WORD COUNT: N/A

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

    I headcanon that Kirishima's body is extremely sensitive (and he's secretly a perv I mean come on he hangs with Denki and Denki hangs with Mineta) But he's also HELLA shy. So yall are on a movie date, right, and he has his hand over his bulge, grinding into his hand because he's too embarrassed to let you know that he's turned on; so he's just whimpering away and then he gets really close to your ear- by accident- and he moans your name trying to stay as quiet as he can as he's just crumbling and you, very casually, kneel in front of him and when he tells you not to, you take his cock out of his jeans and suck him off telling him to stay quiet until he cums.... And then you overstim the fuck out of him. By the time you're done and it's time to leave, his whole forearm is covered in bite marks from him trying to muffle his moans.

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

     He comes back home from work irritated as hell because someone stole a kill from him so you watch him stomp and pout around the house grumbling before you're both casually watching TV. You climb into his lap and start grinding into him, hard, and as he gets more turned on he gets more angry, eventually burying your face into the cushion before railing you so hard that by the end of it his cum forms a bulge in your tummy, you're feeling raw, and you're crying; but he also is a master at aftercare and he's in his domspace so he's not worried about what pissed him off.

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈

    He, naturally is shy, but he couldn't help asking to come along when you suggested going to a dinner party that the heroes had put together after a MAJOR win and you were surprised but you said yeah. After some time, he went to the corner table that the two of you reserved but not because he was shy; you brushed him the RIGHT way and he was hot. At the party. And he couldn't exactly ask you to help when you were conversing with other heroes. You got drinks and returned to him with his hands in between his legs as he grinds against his wrist and forearms, riding his hand, mumbling and moaning out your name sweating, out of breath and red faced, then he gets shy when seeing you and he stops, but you make him turn his fingers into tentacles and guide him on how to play with you under the table as a hero or two sit at your table and you all start talking casually as Tamaki tries not to break and blow his cover bc you could lose your hero licenses if you got found out.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀

   Iida invites you over to his house to meet his family, and you oblige happily letting him think this will be a teaseless night but of course he's extremely sensitive. You just HAD to exploit that in front of his family. While you're gathered around having dinner, you of course sit next to him and reach over slyly stroking him over his pants mid sentence. You already know he's big because let's face it this man is an absolute truck, and within a few short seconds he's already showing through his tight ass slacks. And it's more noticeable because they're light grey. He's trying to keep his composure even through his fogged ass glasses as you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, VERY slyly and nobody even notices because you're following along with the conversation seamlessly. You edge him and tease him already knowing that he was quite loud when he came, so you wanted to see how he would fare in front of his family. long story short, he doesn't.❤️ And he instantly gets hard again when you lick your fingers clean of his cum and address the person who cooked the food while staring at him right in his eyes like "Mmmm this is so good. Thanks for the meal~ It was a real *TREAT* Thank you for inviting me, I loved the food. I’m happy to come back any time you need me."

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈

    FUCKING CUMFLATION CUMFLATION CUMFLATION; He's just fucking RAILING you into the couch whining about how good you feel, how he's the best one you'll ever have, on about how good you make him feel and how he's the only one that knows how to please you the right way. He's just about spent but he wants to watch his cum pouring out of you and just the very image of it gives him anime protag energy so he's reaching all the way deep inside of you while he feeds you praises and tells him how good you're taking him, asking you if you want it harder, faster, deeper. He overstimulated yourself, taking your out of it state of mind to his advantage. He's an absolute mess of tears, moans, and laughter as he orgasms and cums inside of you again, wasting no time to pull out and watch his cum drip out of your hole, always ready to eat it right out of you because he's a pervy baby.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀

He's the type to make you a pretty little collar from his tape when he got promoted at work, then drag you around the house by your collar all the way to your balcony, before taping your legs to stay open, your feet and thighs taped to the balcony’s edge, his body being the only thing that's holding you up. At this point, he doesn't care who sees as he absolutely ruins you, bruising your body with his teeth, growling in your ear as he mutters curses in spanish while absolutely WRECKING your shit. If you looked you could even see a bulge in your stomach too. He has no form of restraint when he's feral, grabbing at your skin, forcing your convulsing body to take him in deeper until he sees that you're all fucked out. Then later the same day, you see the both of you fucking on the front cover of the tabloids and it turns him on all over again, and he proceeds to fuck your face while he's reading the column, an expression of complete desperation and victory staining his face.

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔

Ahhhh our innocent little beannnnn. It'd been awhile since he came since he's too busy occupying himself to masturbate and yall haven't had sex because of your schedules and doing hero work. But you come home late one shift and you find him in bed sleeping while moaning softly and crying while he's whimpering out your name like the pathetic little bitch boy he is while he's grinding against a pillow. You don't wanna wake him up, but you do record it so you can show it to him tomorrow, but you also prop your phone up and record yourself climbing on top of him, replacing the pillow with a thinner one so you could still have control of him without waking him up. You giggled softly and shook your head a little as you started to grind on him, feeling him grip at your hips while he's still dreaming of you, and you grind your hips into him harder and harder watching his crying get more and more intense until he cums and ruts his hips up hard into you even being a screamer while he's asleep. Then he wakes up a little but not enough to know what all is going on, but his back arches and he's screaming and begging for you to continue as you suck his cock clean only to have him cum in your mouth again and again, and then you coo him back to sleep peacefully, kiss his tears and turn off the camera.

𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎

Shoto doesn't have an ounce of social ANYTHING, no social cues, when things are appropriate or not, etc etc. So he takes you out to dinner and he's nibbling away at your neck, his hands trailing over your body because you guys were in the corner and you could get away with it, until he eventually pulls you into his lap and grinds your hips against his so that you could feel his bulge. And then he whispers in your ear how much he wants you, how much he wants to be balls deep inside of you, or how nice your tongue would feel against his cock and how much he aches for you until he's practically in tears. He makes you bounce on him, not really caring who saw you, while spreading your legs and stroking you over your pants at the same time freezing your hands together and pulling your arms over yours and his head so all you could do was cum, beg, and squirm around while you listen to his soft grunts in your ear, your legs having given out awhile ago.

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐙𝐎

    Shoji babyyyy awwww. He definitely has a size kink for... Obvious reasons, and he's always really gentle, so he got really flustered when you asked him to be a bit rough with you, instructing him to pin your hands above your head, forcing your legs open and keep them there, and you tried to force yourself all the way down on him. Of course, he'd never experienced everything so intense before, so even after he cums and is a twitching trembling mess you force him to continue to fuck into you until he's begging you to stop but also trying to get more at the same time.

𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

Dabi suddenly showing up to your work 10 minutes before your lunch break starts and he drags you out of the office and he pulls you into a dark corner so anybody could see if they wanted to but you both weren't in the way of anything (and out of the way of cameras) and he fucks you HARD burning through some of your clothes, leaving burn marks on you, his fingers shoved in your mouth to muffle your moans, and there's a bleeding bite mark on the nape of your neck then he kisses you, tells you to have a good day at work, and walks out as if nothing even happened.

[demon-slayer-chaos]

Always exciting to find a new Demon Slayer imagines/writing blog! Could I please request some headcanons for Enmu with a S/O that he has finally become totally comfortable around. How would he show affection? How does he like to receive it? Can be totally SFW or tiptoe into NSFW territory depending haha. I'm just so soft for him 😭 Thank you!!

🚂~Enmu Headcanons~🚂

Hehe, I'm happy I made this side blog! Also I completely understand! I love Enmu, as he's my favorite lower moon. He's actually one of my favorites to write for. And funny enough, I was planning on writing Enmu headcanons!! So this request is perfect!! -Chaos

Tw: Enmu gets stalker ish in this. But it's all mainly fluff. NSFW is under the cross cut. If you don't like NSFW, don't go under the cut. Thanks!

SFW

🚂- Aww, You and Enmu dating? Ngl that's very cute.

🚂- This man can't get enough of you. You just light up his world!

🚂- When you two first met, You were an Innocent passenger on a train. You had no idea that his plan was to murder everyone riding along with you.

🚂- He went from car to car, slaughtering everyone one by one. Until he got to your car.

🚂- You were the only one there, and he saw you in all your glory.

🚂- The moonlight from the window shining down onto your face, making your E/C orbs pop with your face. Your H/C hair framing your face. You looked like a goddess to him.

🚂- He decided to spare you. You were so beautiful, he practically fell head over heels with you.

🚂- He decided to leave you alone for the night. Cleaning up his mess of humans, and letting the train carry it's route.

🚂- He stalked you from that night forward. Always in the shadows, sneaking into your house, following your every move.

🚂- That was until the next train ride.

🚂- He finally greeted you, and you two talked for awhile.

🚂- You didn't realize he was a demon until last minute, but that didn't scare you. Which made him become more interested, and comfortable with you.

🚂- Eventually, once you two do start dating. He treats you like the goddess you are.

🚂- He likes to cuddle you, Mainly spooning.

🚂- Definitely loves to be the little spoon. Being wrapped up in your arms just makes this man melt.

🚂- But he will not complain about being the big spoon, seeing you in his chest, all nice and wrapped up, falling asleep. Makes him feel like the luckiest demon in the whole world.

🚂- He will also read to you if you ask nicely.

🚂- This man is willing to do whatever you want, wanna have a movie night? He's already got popcorn and a blanket fort ready.

🚂- He loves taking you out on dates and star gazing with you.

🚂- Again, this man also loves any affection you give. Hug him from behind, especially if he's having a bad day.

🚂- He not only loves to play with your hair, he loves it when you gently comb your fingers through his hair. Sends shivers down his spine.

🚂- Of course, he keeps you protected at all costs.

🚂- He also makes sure you never ever have nightmares. Seeing you upset at all hurts his heart all too much.

NSFW

🚂- Oh boy.

🚂- He's honestly the type of guy to have a slow make out session with you.

🚂- Of course, he'd love to rail you. Don't get me wrong, this man can get very horny for you.

🚂- He won't do anytime you're uncomfortable with.

🚂- He's a chaotic switch let's be honest.

🚂- Train sex. Just— train sex.

🚂- He usually will start off slow, Gently kissing your neck, trailing his hands slowly down your body, making you tremble in excitement.

🚂- Praise kink. Use it to your advantage.

🚂- Body worship. Remember, this man sees you as his goddess, he will make sure that you know that your body is perfect in every way possible, no matter how you look.

🚂- Demons can't get humans pregnant, so yeah. There's zero protection.

🚂- Will usually be soft and gentle with you, but if you really want him to, or if you get him riled up enough, he'll be rough and fast. But not enough to hurt you of course.

🚂- Aftercare. Just— he's amazing at it.

🚂- Even when having sex with him, he's always going to put your needs first before his.

🚂- I'm just saying, You can turn him into a bottom really quickly by just flipping him over. Or even giving his cock the slightest bit of attention.

🚂- Warning, If you tease him and edge him. He will do it right back, but ten times worse.

[bubbleteaimagines]

The Avengers and their reaction to Fanfiction

Avengers Headcanon

STEVE ROGERS

Is very, genuinely concerned about the future of this country

Refuses to even read a word of it

When Peter tells him it exists, he doesn’t believe it at first

“Surely you’re joking, right Parker?”

Peter is not

Steve is deeply disturbed that there are over a million fics about him

He scrolled through one by accident and was traumatized

It was most definitely smut

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Is deeply concerned too

Kinda just laughs it off though

Has only read one and will never do it again

She doesn’t really mind though

She likes the fact that people have different opinions on her other than being an assassin

BRUCE BANNER

Oh MAN

Poor lil bruce

Y’all stress him OUT

He sweats every time someone mentions the word

“PLS why are these kids so nasty?”

Takes off his glasses and runs his hands through his hair stressfully

“Jesus, this is awful,”

“IM OLD ENOUGH TO BE THEIR FATHER WHY DO THESE PEOPLE WANT ME TO RAIL THEM?!”

THOR ODINSON

Thor is amused

If anything, he’s deeply flattered really

“I am honored they’ve chosen me to fantasize about,”

He may not be strongest but he is the sexiest

“Aha, look at this. There’s over a million people that want the mighty Thor,”

Will definitely brag about it

TONY STARK

He’s actually read a few and let me tell you-

He can’t even believe that many people fantasize about him

“Jesus Christ, how many Jarvis?”

“There are over two million fanfictions involving Iron Man, sir,”

He actually gets on multiple platforms to leave feedback

“First of all, I would never do that and second of all, YOU ARE TOO YOUNG! I AM IN MY FOURTIES HAVE YOU EVEN GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL YET?!”

Tony is done with y’all

PETER PARKER

Absolutely wants to die on the spot every time someone mentions it

“You know Peter Parker x Reader is the most popular category, right?”

“And how do you know that Ned?”

He blushes bright red at some of the things y’all write about him

“Jesus Christ I’ve never even done that before!”

“oH MY GOD,”

Is probably traumatized

BUCKY BARNES

Don’t even get me started

The amount of shit he’s seen involving the words ‘choking’ and ‘metal arm’ have kept him up most nights

Is so disappointed in the new generations

“I went to war to fight for THIS SHIT?”

Bucky is so done with y’all

He read ONE smut, just ONE, and it was enough to make him log off the internet forever

“Nope. nope. I’m sticking to newspapers from now on. There’s something seriously wrong with Gen Z,”