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Hi, I really like your writing (especially your Rengoku headcanons.) Also, your page looks so aesthetically pleasing, I think it's really cool.
Can I request some headcanons for Tokoyami with a s/o who's love language is biting? (It can be fluff or smut or both, it's your choice)
If you don't want to write this, that's okay too, have a nice day!
sure can! and thank you sm for the compliments, got me blushin’ n shit 😳 i also decided to tack on more characters for this prompt!
𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : fumikage, izuku, katsuki, and eijirou.
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : vaguely nsfw, projecting my biting kink onto all these men tbh.
𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈
— Fumikage’s probably the most startled by your love bites for sure. He’s still getting used to your kisses, so you can bet he’s jumping a mile into the air when he feels you sneak a nip to his shoulder. He’s so flustered, beak tipped down to his chest in embarrassment. What was that for? Were you teasing him? An intrusive thought perhaps?
— When you explain it to him, it endears him to you even more. You were biting him because it’s how you expressed your love? He wished he’d known sooner.
— He definitely writes romanticized poetry about how your teeth feel on his skin.
— Knaw on him all you like, he’s yours to chew on as you see fit — so long as you promise to kiss the bites you leave afterward.
— Poor guy gets teased endlessly for the bite marks he’s got all over, somehow them being inherently non-sexual makes it worse. He feels dirty when his friends make unsavory jokes about them, but it’s not like he’s going to tell you that you can’t sink your teeth in just because he’s embarrassed.
— He notices that you tend to do it even more when you’re excited about something, nicks of your teeth interspersed with your enthusiastic smooching.
— He should have expected your habit to emerge in the bedroom, yet it still incites a shaky gasp when you sink your teeth into his neck and shoulder as you take him inside you.
— Don’t tell anyone but he likes the pain, particularly when it mixes with the pleasure of you claiming him.
— He traces your bite marks when he’s thinking of you <3
𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀
— There’s nothing cuter than the pitched gasp he makes when your teeth nip at his ear for the first time. At first, he thinks you just wanted to mess with him so he pouts, rubbing at the red mark you left behind.
“That hurt you know…” he huffs, bottom lip sticking out.
— That is until he realizes that you’re doing it mindlessly like you weren’t giving it a second thought.
— When your lips press a kiss to his shoulder in passing, he’s conditioned to tense up in case you decide to take a bite out of him on a whim.
— It’s not an unpleasant feeling, but he has a habit of being vocal about his approval. The last thing he wants is for you to sneak a bite when he isn’t expecting it and he moans out loud when other people are around.
— in short, he likes it. a lot.
— He’s your personal chew toy as far as he’s concerned. Still, his curiosity compels him to ask you about it.
“So I’ve noticed that you uh… bite me a lot? Is that like… a conscious thing or…?” he inquires one day, and the way your face practically bursts into flames should be enough of an answer on its own.
“Gosh I’m so sorry if that’s weird—“ you blubber, fanning your burning cheeks as he watches in fascination. You’re so cute when you get flustered like that, he muses.
“No, I like it!” He states a little too loudly and then rushes to amend his enthusiasm, stumbling over his words as his own furious blush flares up. He was outing himself. “N-not in a weird way or anything. I just think it’s cute!”
— And when he makes the connection of you biting him = loving him, he’s over the moon about it.
— Has a thing for being marked as yours, so your habit goes hand in hand with that desire.
— Sink your teeth in until his skin dots with blood, he doesn’t care, cus no amount of pain could take away from the dizzying pleasure he feels at that moment.
— Encourages you to bite him harder <333 he's no weakling, you know you can be rougher with him, don't you?
𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔
— As expected, he is less than understanding about it the first time you leap into his back and chomp his shoulder.
“HUH?! THE HELL DID YOU BITE ME FOR?!”
— Calls you a freak 😔 honestly he can be so mean </3
— However, this can be amended by confessing that your compulsion to bite him was a sign of love. Watch his cheeks get all red, hand covering his face as he leans away from your scrutinizing gaze — because you’ve flustered him.
“Yeah, okay I get it! you do it cus you like me or whatever but it hurts you know. Can’t just do it out of nowhere…” he grumbles, avoiding your sparkling eyes. Because that sounded like a stamp of approval to you.
— He’ll fuss most times you do it, but only before guiding your teeth to the place he wants them. Cus if you’re gonna bite him you might as well go for the throat where he likes it.
— Can’t help that his cock throbs whenever your breath grazes his jugular, anticipating the sting of your teeth pulling the tender skin between them.
— Going in for an affectionate chomp in other places just gets you an annoyed hand shoving your face away — especially if you’re around other people. It’s almost pitiful how your face drops when he does as if he’s the bad guy. What a joke!
“C’mon, don’t give me that look. You can chew on me later.”
— He’s all too aware that you do it to distract him, so he won’t always tolerate it if he’s genuinely busy.
“I know you’re just tryna distract me. You aren’t slick, you little shit.” he’ll hiss, though the truth is he just doesn’t wanna work with a boner.
— If you bite someone else he is IMMENSELY jealous. Those teeth are only for him dammit. And that realization just makes him even more embarrassed, because fuck you’ve infected him with your weirdness. He wasn’t supposed to like it too!
— He bites back in retaliation so watch out!
𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀
— He’s a tough guy, and obsessed with you, so chances are he’s not going to bat an eye if you wanna take a lil chomp every now and then. In his mind, you must think he looks tasty enough to eat, and he’ll take that as a compliment thank-you!
— That said, he does notice, and that you only do it to him specifically. His heart squeezes at that. I’m special. I’m special to them. Playing in his head in an endless loop as he stares at you with that lovesick puppy look.
— Eijirou wants to reciprocate but with teeth like his, he’d be too nervous about breaking the skin. That longing being there means something.
— He knows to pay attention to you when you nip him, lest he’d like to see how much harder you can bite. And he really didn’t wanna have to explain to Katsuki why he’s got an angry red bite mark at the base of his neck. (Truthfully Katsuki would notice but not say anything about it, equating it to his best friend getting mad pussy, which he is already plenty jealous of.)
— In a perfect world Eijirou would sit with you in his lap while you sucked dark marks into the flesh of his throat all day long.
— The more chomps you take out of him the more he desires to return the favor, imagining what your reaction would be. Would you like it? Would you let him do it again? Do you even realize you do it? Those questions bubble anxiously inside until he musters up the courage to ask.
“Hey uh, would it be totally weird if I bit you?” he slides it so casually into the conversation you almost miss it. But he can tell he’s piqued your curiosity when your eyes dart from the tv to his own, side-eying him but not fully acknowledging the question. “Like… how you love nip me sometimes — which is very cute by the way — I wanna do the same to you.”
“I don’t ask before biting you, why should you? Just bite me next time, K? It would be totally hot but you’ve ruined the element of surprise, you see?” You return to your dead-eyed stare at the tv, munching away at your snack as if nothing happened.
He stares dumbly at you for a moment before he processes that as both acceptance and a challenge.
“Right!”
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dating bo sinclair head cannons - fluff
these are only SFW, i don’t write NSFW sorry 💗
he is DEFINITELY a show off, he will do anything to hear praise (he also definitely has mommy issues). and when he does? oh boy he’ll do either 1 of 2 things:
he smirks and says some teasing line, but the tips of his ears would be red and he would be thinking about that little praise CONSTANTLY (though he’ll never admit that)
if he’s in an emotional/vulnerable state (ex. he’s having a breakdown and you soothe him) he’ll probably either start crying or cry harder. (this is due to the awful treatment his mother gave him, plz give him the love he deserves)
his type is either an extremely feminine bimbo OR someone who is grunge/alt (if you’re grunge/alt, the two of you will listen to old rock/metal CD’s)
following off the last one, bo would definitely listen to nine inch nails/deftones/type o negative, that kinda music. and if you like that type of music he would take the CD’s from his victims so the two of you could listen to them together
on the other end of the spectrum, if you were a bimbo he would teasingly make fun of your naivety and stupidity (only him, we all know what happens if someone else made fun of you, especially if they were passerbys in the town)
he would stare at you with a soft smile on his face as he admired you getting ready (brushing your hair, putting on makeup, brushing teeth etc).
he is traditional and old-fashioned, he expects you to take on housewife duties while he works kills
as often he’s portrayed as “constantly grumpy and cruel” (which isn’t much of a shocker) i think that he has a soft side (possibly the softest of the sinclair brothers), although he has an extremely strong exterior (he’s also the definition of toxic masculinity, thanks trudy) so it is very difficult to see the softer side of him
he loves cats and you can’t tell me otherwise (ex. if you asked him for a pet cat he would say something like “there’s enough things to take of ‘n this house ‘nd you want a damn cat?” but he would return from work luring victims with a small kitten (probably a ragdoll or a york chocolate) and a small grin on his face)
he’s HEAVY on pet names, such as darlin’, baby, sweetheart, etc.
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NSFW Relationship HCs | Tenya Iida
Pro Hero!Tenya Iida x [GN]Reader
CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, iida loves to pamper reader, iida is the serious type, mentions of oral, iida will do anything for you but is gentle dom coded, established relationship.
WORD COUNT: 416 words.
I/B: iida relationship sfw HCs
READ MORE: masterlist + [students masterlist]
A/N: so i made it gender neutral just cuz the original has no specified pronouns or anything. i def think that iida is this kind of lover... argue with the wall! lol. thank you, @vrtualfairy !
this boy is one to wine and dine you before he rocks your world at the end of the night.
likes to see you all dressed up in the gifts he bought you and loves to butter you up the whole night and probably give you more gifts there too.
+ sometimes you two don't make it to the bedroom, sometimes it's the car or even the entrance hallway you have grown so used to. 🫣
he really likes to see you in the stuff he buys, but this does not mean he forces you to be in stuff he wants unless you like it yourself.
Iida can definitely spend hours making sure to pleasure you and most of his energy goes towards making you feel loved and fulfilled.
doesn't mean that quickies and just straight feral sex doesn't happen, but this is his preferred way of loving on you.
loves to kiss your neck and just hold you before letting his hands wander and the rest is history from there.
tbh he's a leg guy 🤷🏽♀️
wear some thigh highs so the elastic squeezes your thighs, or maybe some pantyhose that he can make holes in. or even just your bare legs gets him going.
to be fair no matter what you do he loves it.
Iida is a stickler for most things, but for you he will easily follow your steps because he's so in love with you. this crosses over into the bedroom.
want him on top? you got it. you want him bottom? you got it. you want him rougher? you got it. need to take it slow tonight? he'll spend hours on you.
could give you head for hours and would never complain.
everything about his style is to indulge in you… he literally cannot help himself at all.
favorite position though is sideways because he knows you feel it the most like that and the sounds you make are obscene and so real.
even with his serious composure and uptight nature he really doesn't mind a bit of messy sex, and enjoys it too.
but the other end to that sword is that sex is probably always so serious 😭
he definitely has his silly moments and sometimes the sex can be carefree but his default is just focusing on you.
he takes you so seriously and he just wants you to be comfortable with him okay?!
and they said chivalry is dead!!
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Hey! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write a fic where Matt is a little bit tried to hide that he’s slipped from his partner (I don’t mind female or gender neutral :))? Thank you angel 💜💜💜
Hiding - M. Sturniolo
Summary : Despite being incredibly loved and supported, your boyfriend still struggles a lot with anxiety about how he chooses to cope. Good thing you can always tell when he needs you <3
Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)
Warnings : mentions of anxiety, worrying
Word Count : 1124
A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.
Your boyfriend was the sweetest person that you had ever met. You had never met someone who was so genuinely kind hearted, despite everything that they had dealt with and been through, and you considered yourself so incredibly lucky to have such a darling person in your life, especially being your partner. He dealt with a lot in his life, especially now that he was a public figure, and you knew that could become incredibly difficult for him. It often showed in his time off of the camera, as his job was not stress free. His anxiety could often be uncontrollable, and it was something that he had struggled with for his entire life.
He had been through so many coping mechanisms in his life, desperately trying to find something that would ease his worries, and it took him a long time to find something comfortable for him. He took a while before he even told you about it, a little worried and afraid that he would be judged by you, despite knowing that you loved him unconditionally. When he finally told you that he had chosen regression as a coping mechanism, you comforted him with open arms, telling him that you were insanely proud of him, knowing that it had been difficult to overcome the anxiety swelling in his mind to just tell you about it.
Matt was the sweetest little, his age falling around the toddler range, and he was the most gentle baby you’d ever taken care of. He was quiet, fairly introverted, and extremely cuddly. He was a very loving little one, and he was nearly always happy while he was in headspace. He’s a cute baby, but sometimes, his anxiety follows him into his littlespace. Every now and then, it really got to him, and he was even more attached to you, terrified of the world, trusting you to take care of him and keep him safe. Because of this anxiety sometimes getting to him, during these days, he often fought his regression, feeling extremely self conscious about it, but you were always there to help him relax.
Today was clearly one of those days. You had noticed that Matt had been picking at his nails a lot, his eyes always darting back and forth, and his body just generally screamed that he was anxious. You had done everything you could to help that day, hugging him lots, texting and telling him lots of words of encouragement, making sure that you were never far from him just in case he needed you. You didn’t know what had caused today to be such a bad day, but it was entirely possible that it was simply just one of those days. Anxiety can be unpredictable, and maybe he had just woken up unlucky today. You were supportive throughout the entire day, ignoring the nagging feeling in your chest, knowing that Matt hadn’t had time to regress in multiple days now.
When he had to go many days without his form of stress relief, it often caused his anxiety to get a lot worse. You had a feeling that he really needed to have little time, but it was clear that he was busy today. He had a lot to do for filming videos, brand collabs, getting set up to film the next podcast episodes, and he had nearly been working nonstop for the past week. You knew deep down that he needed to relax, but you unfortunately had to wait and support him through the day first. The day continued, they finished filming a car video, and the second that Matt pulled into the garage, you immediately went downstairs to check on him. Nick and Chris thundered out of the car, laughing about some stupid joke, not noticing how Matt threw his head back into the seat, eyes closing, and a deep sigh leaving his lips, before putting his head in his hands.
You hurriedly opened the door, helping him out of the car and pulling him into a deep hug, helping him walk back up the stairs. His exhaustion was written all over his face, and you could feel it as he let you carry half of his weight. You helped him change into more comfortable clothing, and he immediately threw himself down on the bed, curling up into you when you laid down next to him. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back and running a hand through his hair, gently whispering comforts and praise, noticing the way he slowly went completely silent. You let him lay there in quiet for a while, hugging him, and softly kissing his forehead before speaking.
“Are you okay, honey?”
He simply nodded into your chest, not answering, and you had a suspicion that he was slipping, and trying to hide the fact that he was feeling little. You didn’t want to pressure him, wanting to give him the space to tell you himself, but you didn’t think he was going to do that tonight, so you spoke again.
“Okay, sweetheart. I’m here if you need me, alright bubba?”
Before you knew it, loud sobs were filling the room, Matt hugging you tighter and attempting to make himself appear smaller, clearly feeling immense levels of fear and embarrassment. Your eyes softened, continuing to comfort him while he cried.
“Oh, angel. Deep breaths, baby, you’re safe. You’re going to be okay, my love, I’ve got you. Nothing to worry about anymore, honey, I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of.”
It seemed to only make him cry harder, unable to speak to save his life, simply clinging to you and crying out all of his frustrations into the person he trusted with his life, his most vulnerable headspace. You reassured him, whispering sweet nothings to him while he cried it out, slowly stopping the tears, hiccuping a little bit, and if he wasn’t so sad, you would’ve found it so cute. You gently wiped his tears away, pressing little kisses to his forehead and cheeks, keeping him in your arms so he felt encased, but in the safest possible way. When he cried this hard, and had this bad of a day, he always cried himself right into a nap, and you were patiently expecting it.
You knew he needed the rest, and you kept him held close to your body, his stuffed animal clutched in his arms, tears drying, and slowly yawning. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep against you, face flushed, and you held him as he slept, knowing that no matter what mood he was in when he woke up, you would always be here to take care of him, and he didn’t have to hide.
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Late Night Talking
Pairings: Tangerine x gn!Reader
Tags/Warnings: language & cussing, reader is sad/going through it, comfort, angst ig, lmk if anything was missed!!!
Word Count: 3.7K
Summary: You had been having a hard time recently and it all hits a wall when Tangerine comes home early in a bad mood and accidentally scares you. You end up sobbing in his arms.
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Most people you knew assumed that in your relationship, you were the one who kept both of you down to earth, and most of the time that was true.
You and Tangerine had been together for a while which meant that you had been present for multiple Tangerine tantrums, as you and Lemon liked to jokingly call them. Sometimes the boys would have a job go wrong and Tan would come home upset, steam practically coming out of his ears, rambling about what could have gone better and why. Sometimes Tangerine would come home from a particularly scary job, like the job in Kyoto that he refused to tell you anything about, and practically go mute - shut off the world, and take a break from everything. Whatever he needed to do to decompress — but he never, ever aimed any of it at you. His anger or frustration was shared, but he always made sure that you understood he was not upset with you, he’d just had a rough job that go around.
Tangerine’s many moods and how he processed his job never bothered you. The man had a pretty tough job and whatever way he chose to process that job was up to him. Plus you enjoyed taking care of him – when he let you. It seemed that he took care of you in every other aspect of life. The man paid for anything and everything you wanted or looked at, so being there for him made you feel important. It had taken him a while to get used to the constant reassurance, trust and love from you, but he now greatly accepted it.
You on the other hand were still having a hard time letting Tangerine be there for you emotionally. Being vulnerable was not one of your strong suites.
Tangerine’s jobs usually took him away from you for long periods, and usually took a lot out of him. So whenever Tan was home, you didn’t want to bother him with what was going on in your mundane life. You felt like your worst days would probably be a wonderful one compared to some of his bad days. So when Tan was home, and even when he was on a job, you didn’t usually tell him the full truth of how you were doing or how your day went. You would conveniently leave out the part where you accidentally dropped your keys into the garbage somehow, or how you dropped your phone in a muddy puddle, or how the day had been an extremely overstimulating one for whatever reason. You usually could step away for a second, take a breather, and you were back to being fine. It wasn’t that big of a deal, you just needed to push it down and enjoy the time you had now with Tan before he went away again for gods know how long.
Sometimes when Tangerine was on a trip, you would come home and have a good cry for a solid ten minutes and then get on with making dinner or any other chore needing to be done. And today was no different.
This March had felt like the longest month you had ever lived through. So many little things kept going wrong. Every day seemed to be a little bit worse. And you hadn’t seen Tangerine in exactly fifteen days. You had woken up late that morning because your phone apparently hadn’t charged the night before, then you couldn’t find your keys, you had spilled coffee on yourself right before walking into work, you had a coworker who had made a rude comment to you, your boss had reprimanded you for something that wasn’t your fault, and to top it off on your way home someone had rear ended your car, sending you to the hospital to be checked out where you had sat in a room for three hours, alone, waiting to be discharged.
You just wanted to go home, crawl into bed and disappear. The regular day had been a horrible one anyways and sitting in a cold, scary hospital room alone where you had been examined and poked about fifteen thousand times did not help. You also hadn’t heard from your partner in almost a full 48 hours. Your anxiety was now through the roof. You were tired. You were sore. You were sad. You wanted to go to bed.
You unlock the front door and step into the dark and quiet place that belonged to you and Tangerine. You quickly slip off your shoes by the front door and head towards the kitchen where you set your keys and phone down on the island counter.
You tap your phone screen – 8:43PM and no notifications. You take a deep breath in, and let out a sigh as you rub your eyes, willing the headache of the day to go away. It didn’t work.
‘Maybe some water and a snack would help,’ you think to yourself as you head towards the refrigerator. You quickly grab some water and a snack and grab your phone before making your way to the living room where you slumped onto the couch. While eating your snack, the thought of Tangerine can’t help but come to your mind.
You pick your phone off of the couch cushion, unlocking it and going to your last text thread from Tangerine.
Tangerine had texted you the morning before, a simple, ‘Good morning, love. Thinking of you, hoping to be home in the next few days. X’
When you had woken up to the text, it had made you smile. But now that it had been two days of no responses from him or Lemon, it felt more like a taunt. You were used to Tangerine being very hit or miss when it came to communication while he was on the job – it was for safety. But with this being one of the longest jobs he and Lemon had ever been on, it made you nervous. So you read back over your texts.
7:03AM: morning tan – hope you and lem are keeping each other safe! im ready for you to be home safe again ♡
1:43PM: a package was delivered for you. im not sure if its a new suit, work stuff or something else so im leaving it in the garage for when your home lol
9:42PM: im headed to bed, but wanted to let you know im just thinking about you. i love you and hope youre safe wherever you boys are at. get home soon ♡
11:32AM: missing you extra today, as cheesy as that sounds. hope you arent getting yourself into too much trouble
You roll your eyes at the last text you had sent. That was a little too cheesy even for your taste, let alone Tangerine’s.
You start typing out a message to Tangerine. Thinking about telling him a little about your day, or even just telling him you missed him and loved him and couldn’t wait to just see him face-to-face again. But you erase the half written message, worrying that he might get annoyed by your abundance of needy texts that didn’t really have a need to be sent.
You let out another sigh as you turn your phone off, setting it on the coffee table in front of you along with the trash of your snack. You grab the throw blanket laying across the back of the couch and slump further down the couch until you’re laying down with your head supported by the arm rest. You absentmindedly look out the window next to you.
You were glad you had left the lights off in the flat. The lights of the city outside the window allowed for a soft glow to seep into the room. Without the lights on you were able to see the quiet street and watch the people of the night go about their business. You wanted some sort of distraction, but the thought of scrolling on your phone or turning the television on seemed like it would make the headache you had even worse. It also allowed for your brain to wander gently between thoughts.
You wonder where the people on the street below are going.
You wonder where they’re coming from.
You wonder where Tangerine and Lemon are.
You wonder if they were safe, if something bad had happened.
And before you realized it, your eyes had grown heavy and you had dozed off.
You jolted as you were rudely awoken by the refrigerator door shutting harshly. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you realized you weren’t in the place alone. You didn’t move at first as you opened your eyes to see who was there. You could make out the silhouette of a man standing in the kitchen, illuminated by a small amount of light coming in through the window from the street lights. Tangerine hadn’t called or texted you before you had fallen asleep so you weren’t sure if it was him. You were hoping it was him, if it wasn’t you didn’t know what you would do.
“Tan?” you half whispered.
“Yeah.” He says dryly. You watched as he turns towards your voice and flips on the light above the kitchen island. You blink a few times to adjust to the bright light and give him a look over.
He looks tired, or maybe annoyed? You couldn’t really place the emotion, but it wasn’t a positive one. You notice his suit jacket is laid over the back of one of the barstools with his suitcase propped up against it. You look from the jacket, back to him and notice a few bruises and small cuts that range from his face to the exposed upper chest sticking out from a slightly unbuttoned undershirt.
You watch as Tangerine quietly moves around the kitchen gathering a variety of things to make some sort of meal. His movements are sharp and more than once he lets a cabinet shut a little roughly.
You clear your throat as you readjust how you’re sitting so you can see Tangerine better. “I didn’t realize you’d be back home tonight. How did the job go?”
He looks up at you with half a sandwich on the way to his mouth. “D’rather not talk ‘bout it, love.” He quickly says before taking the last bite of his dinner.
You watch as he puts his dishes in the sink and washes his hands. You watch as he dries them off and then places his hands on either side of the sink, almost bracing himself. You could tell something was stuck on his mind as he takes a breath in and closed his eyes.
You begin to play with the blanket laid over you out of nerves, avoiding looking at him. You couldn’t read Tangerine’s mood and you worried something serious had happened.
“Why didn’t you wake me up when you got in? You scared me when y–”
You were cut off by Tangerine.
“Wouldn’t have to be concerned about who had gotten in if ya’d keep the front door locked, would ya now?” He snaps, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head at you. He hadn’t raised his voice, but the look on his face shares the irritation he has.
The tone in his voice had taken you by surprise and had caused you to stop fidgeting with the blanket and look up at him. Tangerine wasn’t prone to snapping at you out of nowhere like he just had. Even after a particularly bad job, he usually was able to keep his aggravation not geared towards you.
“Excuse me?” You question him, your voice faltering as you look at him. His face was tense. You couldn’t pin if he was truly irritated with you or if he was taking out his last fifteen days on you.
“Ya left the fuckin’ front door unlocked. Again, love.” He readjusts his stance and stands up straight, with his arms crossed. You let out a small sorry, but either he doesn’t hear it or doesn’t care as he continues on.
“I’ve told ya so many times, ya got ta keep it locked.” He drags a hand down his face, and rubs his chin. “Do you know how dangerous it could be? What happens if some prick comes lookin’ for me? When me and Lemon aren’t here, you’ve got–”
This time you cut him off. “Tan, I apologized. It was a fucking accident. Okay?”
You couldn’t even remember if you had or hadn’t locked the fucking door when you got home. All you remember is wanting to just be inside and hidden from the day. And you start to tear up just thinking about the last few weeks you had had.
“Accident or– if someone – it is dangerous, darling. Do you know–” he cuts himself off as he looks directly at you. At this point tears are streaming down your face and you’re wiping them off of your cheeks.
“Tangerine. Please. For the love of god. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to leave the god damned fuckin’ door unlocked. I don’t even remember– I–”
It becomes harder to speak the more you talk. You hadn’t meant to just break down. But the combination of the last few weeks, being startled awake and the tone of Tangerine, you just couldn’t not let it all out.
You rub your face with both your hands as you take a shaky breath in and look up towards Tangerine. You realize he had made his way across the distance from the kitchen island to the coffee table as he stood a few feet away from you. The features of his face had softened, he had a look of sadness on his face.
“I know you’re afraid when you leave me someone will show up, it was an accident. I’m fine now. Okay? Just let up, Tan.” You can’t even try to stop the tears now.
“Love, m’sorry.” he sits down at the edge of the couch, “I just worry. So, so much when I’m not ‘ere. Especially when I’m gone so fuckin’ long. ‘Didn’t mean to snap, it was just a shit job. M’sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, my love.”
“It wasn’t just you, Tan. Its… It’s just been such a day. It’s been such a month.” You sniffle and wipe another tear off of your face. You take a deep, shaky breath. “I’ve really missed you.”
“Oh, darlin’. I’ve missed you as well, more than I’d probably like to admit. How about a hug? Is ‘t okay if I get closer?” He asks, setting a hand close to your crossed legs on the couch.
You sniffle and nod your head.
At this point Tangerine readjusts himself to where he is fully sitting on the couch. He pulls you into him and holds you tightly, wrapping one of his arms around your head and pulling it to the crook of his neck. He kisses your head as you further break down.
“I’m so sorry. You just got home and I don’t mean to be like this. I just, I had such a bad day and then you scared me waking me up like that and you’re upset with me, I know it’s scary when you leave and you can’t be here making sure I’m safe. I know you just got back and you were gone for so long and–” you wrap your arms around his waist and begin to cry harder.
You hadn’t meant to upset him in the first place. You knew he always worried about you, and you felt even worse that you were sobbing into his chest, making him worry even more.
“Tangerine, I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to–”
You're cut off by Tangerine hugging you a little closer.
“Love, it’s okay. M’not upset with you, I was just being a right fuckin’ asshole, yeah? I didn’t really mean what I said. You’ll always be safe as long as M’here. Wha’s happened? Wha’s wrong?” Tangerine says while he starts to gently run a hand over your hair.
“One thing just hasn’t happened, it’s just been so many little things. And you’ve been so busy with work. Tan I’ve missed you. And I didn’t mean to make you mad as soon as you got home. I hadn’t even realized I didn’t lock the door.” You say, squeezing your arms around him even tighter. If you could be any closer to the man, you would be, but you don’t think it’s physically possible.
You take a deep breath again with a sniffle, gaining more composure before starting again.
“I just got home tonight and I just wanted to go to bed, Tan. I barely even remember what all I did when I got home. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to have to worry or to be mad at me.” You sniffle once more and bring a hand up to wipe your eyes.
“Darlin’, I promise I’m not upset with you.” Tangerine says petting your head again and kissing your temple.
“But you’re tone. Tan, you’ve never spoken to me like that. You were mean, you sounded mad.” You sniffle again. God. You needed a tissue, but you weren’t going to risk moving out of Tangerine’s arms. You didn’t think you could bear to look him in the eyes, even if you had stopped sobbing.
“M’sorry, ya know I’ve been with Lemon for the last few weeks and I’ve been dealing with right arseholes. It just slipped, yeah? It isn’t right of me, but it just happened. I promise I’m not upset with you or even mad at you – I could never be mad at you, love.”
He lets out a sigh before pulling back from you for a second, adjusting you both in a way where he can look into your eyes. He wipes away some of the left over tears on your face
“I promise I am not mad at you. And I promise I won’t bring my work tone back home to you.” He says, making sure to emphasize each word a little slower than he usually would.
Your eyes trail over his face, looking at the bruises that scatter his body closer than you previously could. “Okay,” you say quietly, realizing just how tired you were and you could imagine Tangerine felt the same.
“What can I do to make it up to you? What can I do to make up for the last sixteen days?” He holds your face in his hands softly, rubbing a thumb over your cheek. You let out a yawn, followed by a soft smile.
“You don’t have to do anything, Tan. It’s okay, really.” You bring your hands up and place them over his. “Let’s just go to bed, yeah? We can make up for the last few weeks after some sleep. I know you’ve got to be tired – not to be rude, but you look like hell.”
Tangerine lefts out a soft chuckle, and you smile once more. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, and then your lips.
“Let’s put you to bed then. But I’ve got to shower before bed, love.” He helps untangle you from the throw blanket you were previously wrapped in and then stands himself. You walk to the barstool in the kitchen grabbing the handle of his suitcase as he grabs his suit jacket, and you both head towards the bedroom.
“Well I’m glad you made that decision by yourself. I wasn’t going to say anything, but you do smell like work.” You say jokingly, scrunching your nose at him and letting out a small laugh.
Tangerine’s face breaks out in a grin before he throws his suit jacket towards the hamper and turns to you. You go to set his suitcase by his side of the bed when you’re suddenly blinded by Tangerine coming up from behind you and engulfing you in the shirt he was just wearing.
While your back was turned, Tangerine had unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and had now cocooned you in it. “Shoulda kept your mouth shut, love.” He laughs as you try to push him away from you.
You laugh as you turn around, now facing his chest. “Jesus, Tangerine– you smell so bad.” You duck down and out of his arms, falling back onto the bed before Tangerine tackles you flat onto the bed.
“It's the wonderful smell of a man who’s not showered in three days, dear.” He begins to shower you in kisses as you try to push him away between laughs.
“Tan, EW! Go make it zero again!” You laugh as he gives you a final, overdramatic kiss on your cheek as he gets off of you, throwing his shirt into his hamper before heading to the bathroom with a “Whatever you say, lovely.”
You smile to yourself as you wipe your face, attempting to wipe off the grime you felt from Tangerine’s attack.
While Tangerine quickly showers, you plug both of your phones into their chargers and set them on their respective bedside tables. You also change into your own night clothes before turning off the overhead light and crawling into the bed. A few seconds later Tangerine follows suit and you move closer to him.
“Better now, yeah?” He says, pulling the collar of his shirt out and offering it to you to smell.
You swat his shirt away before snaking an arm around his waist, and giving him a kiss on his jawline.
“Much better, thank you.”
You smile to yourself as you lay your head onto his chest, and Tangerine scoots closer to you letting his arm snake around your waist and pulling you tight to him as he gives your forehead a kiss. You had missed this, you had missed him.
You knew you and Tangerine would have a chat in the morning about how he was doing, and what had happened with you, and how much you had missed the other. Lemon would probably come around and would tell you about how much Tangerine whined about missing you the entire trip, which would cause a spat between the two.
But for now, all you could think about was how at home you felt. How comfortable you were. How happy you were that your Tangerine was finally home, safe in your arms.
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3/22/2023: edited to fix grammatical mistakes and text formatting
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Hi can I request a head cannon with Jake, tonowari, neteyam and lo’ak where their female mate gets very hot easily affecting their sleep but they want affection and comfort from their mate so they find a way to make it happen in a cute and fluffy way? Thanks 😊
yes yes yes, this is so cute 😮💨😮💨
Too hot
a headcanon ⓘ sfw
featuring: Jake, Tonowari, Neteyam & Lo’ak
Jake
your body is hot and you keep on clinging onto your mate, who desperately tries to escape your grip
you seem to be deep asleep and jake doesn’t want to wake you up, since you seem so peaceful
but still, he can’t sleep like that
he gets up and opens the curtains, letting in some fresh air
he wonders “maybe she caught a cold?”
for a minute he just stands there, looking at you and admiring the view
“jake? ‘m so hot… can’t sleep”
you open your eyes, searching the bed for your mate only to find him standing next to the entrance of your little tent
“I know, I know… are you feeling sick?”
you shake your head “no, it’s just so hot in here”
“want me to move the bed a little closer to the entrance?”
tired, you rub your eyes, nodding “yeah… i’ll help you”
Tonowari
“Tono’?” you gently shake his body, trying to wake your partner up
he is a pretty heavy sleepy and not easily bothered by anything, you on the other hand are quite the opposite
you woke up, sweaty and hot, not being able to fall back asleep
“hm?”
your mate carefully opens one eye, scanning your face
“I need to cool down… join me at a midnight swim?”
you earn a gentle chuckle from tonowari
he slowly lifts himself up, rubbing his eyes and yawing “of course i’ll join you”
he reaches for your hand and gently helps you get out of bed “wow you do feel really hot…”
“it’s because you always hug me so tightly!”
“…not that I would want you to stop though…”
Neteyam
you wake up, sweating and feeling uncomfortable
you try to go back to sleep, scooting away from your lover
the small blanket that covered the both of you, you push aside
“y/n?”
you open your eyes again, leaning your head to the side, meeting eyes with neteyam
“can’t sleep?”
“It’s so hot… I already tried to cool down again, but I am either freezing or sweating… ‘dunno what to do…”
“let’s get rid of this” he throws the blanket to the side and scoots closer to you “come here”
he presses his body against yours and gently wraps one arm around your torso
“‘m gonna keep you warm, you don’t need a blanket… think that will help?”
“… but I am all sweaty”
“I don’t mind… just try to sleep okay?”
Lo’ak
Lo’ak has his arms and legs tightly wrapped around your body, but his body his burning hot and now yours is too
he doesn’t seem to be bothered at all, sleeping like a little baby, but you can’t seem to close an eye
“…lo’ak?”
his eyes open in an instant, wondering if something bad happened to you
“you alright?”
“yeah… it’s just your so hot… I can’t sleep like this”
“oh…”
he places a little kiss on your nose and quietly chuckles when he removes himself from your body
but not being able to cuddle your partner or at least touch him in the slightest way doesn’t feel right either
you gently touch his feet with yours and reach for his hand as well
“that’s better…”
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Sanji Married Head Cannons (P2 of Sick before Marriage)
A/N: Woah! I honestly didn't expect THAT many likes. I'm glad ya'll loved my first fic like my friend did. So here's a sweet treat for you guys. Some head cannons on what Sanji is like after the marriage
Notes: Sanji x Fem Reader, Fluff, SFW, slightly suggestive?
Many might think that Sanji will still flirt like crazy after marriage, but actually he doesn't
Only flirts with you and polite to other ladies. (Unless it's Nami and Robin, he will forever simp for them)
A literal househusband
Will brag to Zoro that he got married before him, sparking another fight
Within a few months of marriage, Sanji starts dropping hints about starting a family
"Oh wow! They sell mini suits! Imagine our kid wearing this!"
"Honey, you're dinner will be waiting in the bedroom..."
"Robin would make a great aunt some day...."
You start noticing his hints quickly because he isn't exactly subtle about it
Long story short, ya'll tried for a baby so many times Nami, Ussop and Zoro lost count
When you guys eventually have the baby, Robin did became a great aunt
Sanji gets a heart attack every time Zoro or Luffy breathes the same air as his baby
If it's a daughter, you name it Sora after his mother
Will obviously do all the cooking
Just to make it clear, he WILL tone down the simping to other women
Sometimes will forget you guys are married because it's a dream come true
Calls you: Ma chérie, mon amour, ma femme
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Request please, I beg you, I don't have any more ideas
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ALHAITHAM HEADCANNONS . .
sfw, some nsfw.
gn reader, little ooc.
SFW . .
colleagues / friends at first !
alhaitham will occasionally talk to you, whether its about meetings or expeditions. maybe its because your tolerable towards him, or maybe its because he'd rather speak to you then kaveh. he usually spends his days in the library or recording meetings, but if not he's usually out inspecting ruins and such.
alhaitham knows when you're in a bad mood, since he prefers traveling with you over traveling with kaveh. he will leave you alone, since he is only seeking out information or asking you to go out on adventures together. if you seem to feel extremely upset, he will notice and try to soothe you somehow.
after somehow befriending him, he will spend more time around you, but if on a adventure with others, he will try to find more private times with you just for company. he despises crowds more then everything, so if you conduct a large group, he will decline the offer and try to persuade you to either only take him or to bring a smaller group.
when working, he tends to be more serious, and doesn't bring up things that are not related to work. when not working, he tends to make more jokes, but is also a little flirty. he loves history, so for his birthday you always get him history books or take him on a 'date' to the desert to explore ruins.
SFW . .
lovers !?
as lovers, alhaitham will want to spend more time with you. he commonly sneaks you out of work for some hugs and cuddles, and it is usually noticed by others. when the group meets up (kaveh, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari.) it is common for teasing to happen among the group, especially around you and alhaitham.
alhaitham's love language is physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time. he usually lurks in the library, which causes him to loose touch to interactions sometimes. but now, instead of creeping around the library for books, you invite him over for tea, cuddles, and more.
always going out to the desert to study ruins, he bring you along for fun. he seems to find the best presents for you too, whether its a rukkhadevata mushroom, or a beautifully drawn picture of a sacred ibis.
he loves playing with your hair, and especially lines braiding small braids in between strands. to repay his favor, you always give him a small kiss on his cheek, which he gets flustered over. you loves teasing him, especially when he tries to pretend its nothing and looks away.
you're a flirty type, and always likes touching the right places at the wrong times. he will get very flustered, especially when he's reading. he doesn't mind though, he loves the way your hands trail over his abs.
NSFW . .
fantasies and seggs !
he is slightly on the larger side, with a length of 7 in. veiny, and very sensitive.
he is a dom and switch, but you usually take control as a power bottom. he's not a fan of penetration (both ways), but he can settle for fingering you if you really want to. you will edge him until his whines turn into whimpers and begs, and then when he cums, it will be loads. he loves thigh fucking, especially dragging it and teasing you with small praises.
he has big tiddies. they're pierced, and very sensitive to touch. he loves having them rubbed, and even if hes not close to cumming, some precum will leak out of his tip.
he gets jealous easily, and will let you know with either drawing hearts right above your sex, or taking out his frustration when you're alone. he takes out his frustration with an aggressive blowjob, and a sloppy thigh fuck that can leave you on edge. he also loves to edge you for days, whether if its something you said or did that made him pissed off.
ok horny fucks im done
not edited 😥
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𝓒𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 - 𝓨𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷
A/N: Lord im so down bad for her someone take my phone from me
Warning(s): a little angst but comfort after
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❀- She was working, of course she was. Down in the Chasm like she has been for weeks now
❀- You were frustrated, of course you were. Cooking dinner for the both of you every night, only to eat alone as she once again broke her promise to come home to you that night.
❀- The two of you didn't have the most stable relationship as it was, you knew that. You knew that 'Yelan' probably wasn't her name. You knew that she wasn't really an employee at the ministry of civil affairs. You knew everything about her was a lie.
❀- But she had always assured you that one thing was true. It was true that she loved you.
❀- It was true that come hell or high water she was going to be there for you and love you until she couldn't love anymore.
❀- At least that's what she told you
❀- But Yelan was good at lying, her career (whatever it was) was dependent on lies hidden behind pretty words. You knew that.
❀- So when she started to leave earlier in the morning and not come back for days on end, your patience would go with her.
❀- So tonight as you once again climb into your empty bed you sigh, You had grown accustom to sleeping alone again but for some reason tonight you missed her more then usual
❀- It left you staring at the wall as you let your mind race, unable to will yourself to sleep
❀- It was hours later when you heard your bedroom door creak open followed by quiet footsteps and finally the bed dipping
❀- Yelan leaned over your form, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek "Im home" She whispered
❀- She smiled as your eyes opened to look at her, it faded as you didnt look nearly as happy. she sighed already knowing the cause of your slight glare
❀- "Im sorry, there were some things i had to take care of before i came home" She said. You were silent, simply nodding at the excuse before turning away from her
❀- "Pretty thing..please look at me" She said in a hushed voice, gently placing her hand on your arm to turn you on your back.
❀- "Im sorry..look i promise i-"
❀- "You'll be home by dinner tomorrow? You'll be home before i go to bed?" You replied, sounding more defeated then angry which only made Yelans guilt deepen
❀- "I cant keep doing this Yelan. I cant keep waiting for you every night" She opened her mouth to speak but she cut herself off as tears started to fall from your eyes
"I cant keep wondering if you just up and left me without a word"
❀- When you had first gotten into a relationship with her she had promised you that you'd never cry, especially not because of her but Yelan had promised you a lot of things that she couldn't keep.
❀- She immediately wrapped her arms around you, scooping you up and into her lap. She whispered soft im sorrys and i love yous as she tried to kiss your tears away
❀-"Im sorry.. im so sorry" Yelan held onto you tightly, feeling as if you would slip away at any moment just because of her poor time management
❀- You wanted to be angry with her, and you were but you were melting into her warmth all over again
❀- "Ill be around more..in fact ill take the day off tomorrow" She said, cupping your cheek to meet your tear filled eyes. she gently wiped them away as they cascaded down your cheeks
❀- "Promise?" You asked, caused Yelan to chuckle. She smiled to you fondly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as your tears dried
❀- "Promise"
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𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽
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quick lil smth ive been daydreaming of
izuku with an actor/actress s/o
izuku's the type to follow all fan pages and accounts abt you
watches like, thousands of edits of you when you're both to busy to see each other
has a room dedicated to all your limited edition merch, albums, autographs, magazine covers, books, you name it.
spends practically most of his pay on you, does not regret it at all
little trinkets that remind him of you scattered around his house, mansion, apartment- probably his office desk too
definitely takes you out shopping daily, something about you trying out different types of fabric and clothing and twirling around showing him a 360, asking for his opinion on the said fit.
buys literally anything you put on cause youre gorgeous and look good in anything
pays for your weekly salon or spa appointments
loves movie nights, especially when you both watch a movie you played a part in
would compliment you saying you fit the role, or the outfit you were wearing suits your natural features, how well you played out in the entire movie, and so on
accompanies you to your shootings and watches you. analyzing your every movement with his bright emerald eyes
#flwr ✿#chel writes!! ♡#i love izuku#izuku x reader#actress s/o#deku#izuku midoriya#fluff#headcannons#sfw#boku no hero academia#bnha#mha#izuku x y/n
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Kaigaku SFW Alphabet
We need more Kaigaku stuff out here. I tried to make most of these work for both human and demon Kaigaku, though there are some parts in here that will state if there’s any difference between human and demon.
Human Kaigaku NSFW Alphabet | Demon Kaigaku NSFW Alphabet
SFW Alphabet Template by the-coldest-goodbye
▼▼ Let’s begin! ▼▼
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Kaigaku isn’t going to be super affectionate, mainly because he doesn’t want to seem too soft.
When he is affectionate, it’ll only be when the two of you are alone.
Usual gifts from him will be flowers, since it’s an easy thing to come by, and he knows which ones you like.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Kaigaku would be extremely stand-offish, he’s always relied on himself to survive so he isn’t open to the idea of letting others in.
It’ll take a lot of persistence on your part to get him to talk to you and worm your way through his defenses.
The best time to try and bond with him would be meal time.
When the two of you do become friends he’s still pretty quiet.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Kaigaku isn’t the cuddliest one out there, but if you really pester him about it, he will give in to you.
He likes having you sitting in his lap, the way you’re facing doesn’t really matter. Either way he’ll wrap his arms around you and sometimes rest his chin on your head.
Even if he says he doesn’t like cuddling, he really does enjoy the time spent with you close to him.
Only cuddles when you two are alone.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
For Human Kaigaku:
Kaigaku wouldn’t mind the idea of settling down, but it wouldn’t be anytime soon.
Kaigaku can cook some basic breakfast and lunches, but nothing too fancy. There have been occasions where he has tried to cook more complicated things, but he found out that cooking wasn’t a skill of his.
Drinks are much easier for him to make you.
Kaigaku doesn’t like people going through his stuff or messing with it, so he cleans up his stuff. And it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s just a habit at this point.
For Demon Kaigaku:
This boy is filled with determination to climb the ranks in the demon world, so settling down isn’t something he’s thinking about too much.
Demons don’t really cook the people they eat. If you happen to be a demon too, there’s not much of a reason for him to cook.
If you’re still human, he still won’t cook (since the knowledge has kinda left his head, if it was ever there) but will at least know how to make you tea or another drink you like.
While Kaigaku doesn’t make much of a mess, he’s not one to clean. You’ll have to pick up after him a little bit.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Whether it’s his fault or yours, he’s not happy about it.
He’s not going to want to show that he’s hurt about not having you, so he’s going to try and cover it up with harsh words.
It’s definitely going to be quick, and he’s not going to give you a chance to argue.
As a human, he’d take more missions to keep the distance between you two.
As a demon, he’d probably get on a killing kick to try and clear his head, but you wouldn’t be one of the victims.
Either Kaigaku would do almost anything to forget about you.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
For Human Kaigaku:
While the beginning of the relationship may have progressed quickly, the thought of marriage is definitely far away.
The idea of a solid commitment and you not leaving him is really appealing to him, but he still worried something might go wrong.
Him being a demon slayer puts you in danger, and he doesn’t want you getting hurt.
While he would like to marry you, it’d be someday in the future.
For Demon Kaigaku:
Again, this Kaigaku isn’t one to settle down.
But he also loves the idea of the two of you being fully committed to each other, and not having anyone coming between you two.
Marriage isn’t really a popular thing in the demon world though.
He might get a hold of a set of rings (don’t ask where he got them) for the two of you to wear, but there isn’t going to be a ceremony.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
While Kaigaku can be very aggressive, he won’t hit you.
Sometimes if you do something dangerous or if the two of you get in a big argument, he’ll use harsh words.
While he doesn’t hit you, sometimes he will firmly grasp your shoulders in a manner that can make you nervous, but not hard enough to hurt you. He just wants to keep you in place so he can get his point across.
He doesn’t like to admit he is wrong, so it’ll take a bit for any apologizing after a fight.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Kaigaku is more open to hugs than cuddle sessions.
He’s split between side-hugs and regular 50/50.
Side hugs are easier for him to get/give if he’s returning from a mission or leaving for one.
When he gives you a side hug, his arm will go around your waist.
A regular hug (front-facing-front) from Kaigaku lasts longer than the side hugs.
His grip with a regular hug is a lot firmer too.
Sometimes he’ll nuzzle his face into your neck.
I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Kaigaku doesn’t say ‘I love you’ for a long time.
It was only after 4 months of dating did he finally say it, and when he did it was very quiet.
Even now it’s not something he says too often, but you’ll definitely hear it when you need it most.
If you are having a rough time emotionally or physically injured and recovering he will tell you he loves you.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
For Human Kaigaku:
Kaigaku can moderate his jealousy well enough.
If someone is flirting with you in public, he won’t make a big scene but will make sure that the other person knows you're taken.
He’ll grab your hand, or pull you closer to him. He’ll also give the other person a death glare.
He’ll only get physical with the other person if they touch you.
Once the two of you are away from everybody else, it’ll be one of the few times a cuddle session will be started by him.
Try not to tease him too much about it, he will just get more grumpy.
For Demon Kaigaku:
Demon Kaigaku does not handle jealousy well.
He hides his jealousy really well though, since he knows you're going to tease him about it.
The idea of someone else taking you from him, demon or human, pisses him off.
There’s a good chance that the person will go missing without a trace.
If you ask him about that person’s disappearance, he’ll deny knowing anything about it, even if it’s obvious he did something.
He’ll be a little more affectionate than usual during this time too.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
For Human Kaigaku:
Human Kaigaku prefers quick kisses.
He likes to kiss the top of your head and your forehead.
You usually kiss his cheek.
When he does kiss you on the lips, it’s a deep kiss.
He’ll hold you when he kisses you like this, it’s one of those moment when he really shows you how much he loves you.
For Demon Kaigaku:
Demon Kaigaku is much rougher with his kisses.
He still likes kissing the top of your head, but he also likes to kiss you on the lips more.
He usually grabs your chin before he kisses you, mainly just to get you flustered.
French kisses are a big favorite of his, and he’s dominant during them.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Kaigaku’s childhood wasn’t the greatest, so he’s not too sure about what a child would need.
This is the main reason Kaigaku would not want to have children.
Even around other’s kids (such as your family’s children) he’s uncomfortable.
Just don’t leave him alone with them, he won’t know what to do and they’ll drive him crazy.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
For Human Kaigaku:
The mornings that he is home from missions are very quiet.
He wakes up long before you do, but he’ll stay right by you.
He spends his time thinking, playing with your hair until you wake up.
After you wake up, the two of you will still lay in bed for a while and talk before getting up.
For Demon Kaigaku:
As a Demon, Kaigaku can’t be out when the sun is up.
There’s two reasons you see him in the mornings:
He was already there during the previous night
The sun was coming up and he needed a place to take shelter. (He will never admit this is the case)
If you're asleep during this time, he’ll watch you for a while.
He may grow bored and wake you.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
For Human Kaigaku:
After dinner the two of you will sit on the porch or rest in the living space.
The two of you talk about your days, his recent missions or whatever life has kept you busy with.
You talk more than Kaigaku does, but he doesn't mind.
When the two of you go to bed, you usually fall asleep first.
For Demon Kaigaku:
This Kaigaku is nocturnal, so he’s going to be wide awake.
This means you're not going to be getting much sleep, unless you adjusted your sleep schedule to match his.
The two of you will sometimes go for walks at night, away from others.
Sitting on rooftops and talking is another pass time.
A lot of demon ‘work’ happens at night, so he’s not going to have a ton of time to spend with you at night.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Kaigaku doesn’t open up quickly.
It’s only when the two of you start dating does he begin to tell you about his childhood.
He won’t tell you everything at once either.
You’ll either have to ask him a question about his past, or something that happens will cause him to bring it up.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Let’s be honest, Kaigaku has a short fuse.
He does his best to be patient with you, but sometimes he’ll snap at you.
Usually it’s when he’s tired out from training or missions.
It’s best to let him be when he’s angry, he’ll decompress on his own.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He’s not going to remember every little thing, but he’ll remember all the important things.
Your birthday, holidays and you favorite things aren’t forgotten.
Your relationship anniversary is one of those things that’ll sneak up and he’ll rush to figure out a plan.
He’s pretty good at retaining important information, though there have been a few times where he’s forgotten something you told him.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
All those rare moments where he becomes incredibly soft.
Those times where you're sitting on his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair.
Kissing your forehead and softly mumbling ‘I love you’ as you start to fall asleep.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Kaigaku will definitely be the protective one in the relationship.
He’s not too keen on the idea of you protecting him since he doesn't want to be seen as ‘weak’.
Demon or Human, he will go all out to protect you.
You’re going to stay behind him while he deals with the threat.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
For Human Kaigaku:
Don’t expect anything too fancy for dates.
He prefers to spend time with you alone.
Mainly picnic dates in secluded areas, sometimes that peach farm where he used to toss peaches at an old ‘friend’.
Anniversary gifts are going to be the time he shovels out more money for you.
For Demon Kaigaku:
Any date you two have will be at night, so that planning usually comes down to him.
Again, the two of you are going to be alone, and mostly on picnic dates.
A stroll through the forest is also a favorite.
Unlike human Kaigaku, this version is going to steal pretty much everything he gives you, so price tags don’t matter. If he knows you want it, he’s going to steal it.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
For Human Kaigaku:
His short fuse can still be a problem.
Sometimes he’ll take his frustrations out on you and growl a bit.
Sometimes you can hear him muttering about Zenitsu and the role of Thunder Hashira.
Sometimes he’ll ramble on about this to you too.
If you two get into an argument, he’ll give you the silent treatment.
For Demon Kaigaku:
He doesn’t always clean up after he has a meal.
Sometimes he has come back to you with blood on his mouth, and you have to remind him.
Sometimes he’ll be a bit rough with his kisses, and you have to let him know to tone it down.
He’ll also give you the silent treatment, but will give you some pouty glances too.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Kaigaku is more concerned with his training and progression than his looks.
He’s still going to make an attempt to look good, but it’s not his number one priority.
He does love it when you compliment his looks though, it’s an ego boost.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
There’s definitely going to be a hole in him for a while.
He’s going to feel incomplete without you, he just won’t admit.
If the two of you were to part ways, he’d eventually get over it, but there will always be that ‘what if’ in the back of his mind.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He likes it when you feed him when he’s injured, or vice-versa.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He’s not going to want someone whose personality lines up with Zenitsu.
A backbone is surely needed with this guy, your not going to last with him without one.
Also, bathe regularly.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Sometimes he’ll kick in his sleep, but not hard enough to leave a bruise.
He’ll mumble too, but you can never make out what he’s saying.
Prone to nightmares about his childhood, but won’t talk about it
Thank you for reading. It’s 11:00 PM now, so I need to go to bed. I’ll be doing NSFW version too, but I’ll probably do separate list for demon and human Kaigaku.
#Kaigaku x reader#kaigakuxreader#kaigaku headcannons#kaigaku fluff#kaigaku inadama#Upper Moon6#kaigaku x y/n#kaigaku x you#kaigaku imagine#demon slayer#kimestu no yaiba#upper moon x reader#SFW Alphabet#kaigaku
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dating otis driftwood SFW headcannons
a/n: this man is fine FOR NO REASON GODAMN
his love language is either physical touch or acts of service (he either won’t get his hands off you or he’ll give you princess treatment)
he LOVES hyper-feminine girls (a little too much)
if you can cook well he is already proposing. he (unfortunately) can’t cook, so having you there is a real asset, but also he loves watching you cook (he finds it relaxing and a turn on)
definitely hates rom-coms or chick flicks, but if you like them he’ll put up with them for you (he’ll make fun of you and whatever you’re watching though)
will make portraits of you, whether that’s painting or sculpting (or something really strange), he does it as a way to show affection (and to appreciate your beauty)
he will go on rants about you (in a good way) and will do some artistic shit about you (write you poems, draw you, sing you your favourite songs, etc), as it’s easy for him to show his love, (jeff buckley coded) although he does this secretly and will NOT tell you about any of this
this man barely showers, but every time he does he wants you there (and he literally melts every time you run your fingers through his hair while washing it)
otis NEVER shows emotions he deems “weak” (sadness, vulnerability, etc), so good luck trying to get that out of him
he likes gifting you jewellery and little accessories + clothes for you (don’t ask where he got them from)
if you’re dancing to music and you ask him to join you, he will flat out refuse. no exceptions
#devils rejects#house of 1000 corpses#otis driftwood#slasher#slasher x reader#slasher x y/n#3 from hell#fanfiction#headcannons#sfw#otis driftwood x reader
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You Look Different
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Summary: Hc of Dabi x reader, where reader has a dark minimalistic aesthetic, and a Victorian aesthetic (all SFW)
A/N:🐍 anon asked: can I request a Dabi x reader with a dark minimalist and Victorian aesthetic (separate headcanons) fully sfw
Cw: None
Word Count: 1.1k
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Dark Minimalistic:
Everyone always called your aesthetic “clean” and a little odd since you wore darker clothing no matter the weather. You didn’t care though, it’s what makes you happy and comfortable.
This was actually how Dabi took a liking to you. He himself was an outcast, in a bit more noticeable way, but he always wanted to be with someone who was different from the norm. Whether that be because of their quirk, personality, or clothing choices. He knew you lived in a nice minimalistic mansion on the Northside of Tokyo after following you home one day.
It took Dabi a bit of courage to “accidentally” bump into you on your way to work. You worked at a stationary store, and your shifts were early morning, but not too early that Dabi wouldn’t be awake (not that he slept much anyways).
“Oh, I’m sorry, I almost didn’t see you there,” he said.
“Oh, no worries.” You replied. He was taken aback by your voice, since you dressed in opposing clothing, with long, dark gray dress pants paired with a white under shirt and blazer. He would have thought it was your work uniform if he didn’t observe how you dressed on the daily.
“Nice outfit, doll. I need someone to dress me the way you dress yourself.”
“I think you’d look better in light colors, ya know, since everything about you seems dark already.. I mean, no offense!” You reply.
“The only offense I’m taking is to the thought of bright colors. No way in hell.” He laughs.
Before the two of you even realized, you had chatted and walked all the way to your workplace, where you offered him a free drink from the cafe inside. Dabi agreed, not because he liked coffee all that much, but because he just wanted another minute with you. Anything to keep talking to someone as neat and enigmatic as the person before him.
Over the next few weeks, he would occasionally “run into” you before you had talked enough to invite him over for dinner. He said yes so fast he nearly choked on his words. The next night, he was at your doorstep ringing the bell.
When he stepped in your house, he felt very out of place. There was a simple white lantern lighting the hallway that led to the open floor plan dining room and kitchen. The counters were dark marble, littered with small decorations of meaningless art pieces like seashells and miniature statues. Compared to this, Dabi looked like trailer trash, even when he was dressing to impress (which was just a white tank and black jacket for him).
You decided to make some lentil stew, something Dabi would never choose in a million years, but he tried it for you. He actually liked it, and was surprised when you told him you cooked it, because to him this meal tasted as if it was from a 5 star restaurant.
The night was filled with chatting about your lives and how different they were. Dabi opened up about his living situation, which isn’t something he did often, but something about you made him feel safe and secure. Like he was already at home (if he didn’t look at the expensive home you actually lived in).
By the end of the night, you put on a movie and the both of you cuddled on the sectional.
Halfway through the movie, you hear faint snoring sounds coming from the man curled up in your arms. You had to get a picture- someone as tough as him sleeping soundly like this filled your heart with warmth.
That night you decided a roommate wouldn’t be so bad.
Victorian aesthetic:
You and your boyfriend have very different lifestyles, and finding a house that matched both of your aesthetics was very hard
Dabi had your typical “bad boy” look, with the leather jackets and dark tones, while you had more of a Victorian look- the frilly collared shirts and red floral vests.
When the two of you walked in public, people would laugh, take pictures, or simply look confused. It didn’t bother either of you, though. You liked your aesthetic and lifestyle just the way it was.
Your house looked like something out of a vampire movie, with dark walls and extravagant carpets in every room, accompanied by a lot of candles, desks with letters, and pipes (for Dabi, of course). The decor ranged from skulls used as paperweights to a grand piano in the entryway.
Sometimes you would wake Dabi up by playing a gentle tune on the piano, and the smell of coffee would breach his nose from the kitchen. Mornings were quiet, afternoons somber, and nights were filled with laughter and love.
Dabi loved the way you dressed, although he would often joke about your pajamas, saying you looked like a “sick Victorian child,” with the classic blue striped matching shirt and pants.
One day Dabi tried on some of your clothing, and he insisted you tried his, to do a clothing swap for the day; everything about it was wrong. You looked silly in his heavy spiked jackets, and Dabi’s hair didn’t complement the brown Cahill hat you gave him, not one bit. Of course, you still took photos and placed them in the photo album you kept. It was cute to look back on previous years to see how much you had both grown, and how the house in the background has gotten more cluttered with antiques.
The only clothing choice you both shared was long trench coats that nearly dipped into the puddles on the street. You of course had a brown one while Dabi had black, to no one's surprise.
Dabi loved taking you to cozy cafes for dates, always buying you a pastry and coffee, insisting you needn’t pay him back. One day, you surprise him with a gift you bought from all the saved up coffee money you had; a dog. Dabi had always wanted a dog, and you thought a German Shepard would make the perfect fit.
He didn’t know how to react. Half of him wanted to send it back because, “it was too expensive,” and the other half of him wanted to one- up you and buy you a ring.
He decided on the name, “Otto,” for the dog, and the next step was giving Otto his very own place in the house.
You went to the pet store and picked out the most luxurious dog bed encrusted with some gems and feathers; one that matched the bedroom very well. The dog bowls were gold plated and had engravings over skulls and horns on it, which matched the skull bowl decoration in the kitchen. You bought two leashes for Otto; a brown one with spikes on it for when Dabi walked him, and a maroon paisley leash for you.
Your lifestyles weren’t for everyone, but that was okay. It worked for you and personally, you made a very cute couple.
#dabi x reader#gender neutral reader#gn reader#sfw#bnha#shigarakiscumdumpasks#shigarakiscumdumpanswers#shigarakiscumdumpwrites#dabi x y/n#dabi hc#dabi headcanons#dabi drabbles#dabi sfw#bnha headcannons#headcanon#victorian aesthetic#dark minimalistic aesthetic#aesthetic
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I Wish You Would
Pairings: Tangerine x gn!civilian!drunk!reader
Tags/Warnings: cursing/language, alcohol alcohol consumption, drunk character, mention of gambling/betting, bar atmosphere, kissing/make out, mentions of fire arms/weapons
Word Count: 5.3K
Summary: You are drunk. Not “black out and forget the entire night “ drunk, but white girl at the club with her friends drunk. One of your bestest friends is getting married soon and tonight you and the rest of your eccentric friend group are club/bar hopping to celebrate the engagement! Your friend group told you to think about it like the bachelorette party before the bachelorette party. Whatever that means… The group isn’t a big group, only about seven people, but the seven people all come from various backgrounds. Three of your friends come from pretty well off families and happened to be in university for law school. One of your friends works for some huge tech company with something to do with security. One of them comes from a line of surgeons and happens to be in residency for surgery. Your best friend and bride-to-be comes from an extremely wealthy and famous family, you aren’t really sure what for, but you know it has to do with tycoons and business and yada yada. And then there was you. You were in university too, at the same establishment as the rest of the group, but you didn’t come from lines of money. You were in school for education.
Various backgrounds or not, your bestie for the restie wants to go absolutely ballistic and celebrate her girlfriend finally popping the question, so of course your study buddy group just has to go out! With the intentions of bar and club hopping, you all end up at an arcade? Or a bowling alley? You aren’t really sure, but the place has heaps of alcohol, arcade games, a place to bowl, mini golf, and also some cute patrons….
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You honestly could not believe that you had agreed to this. You had been friends with your group for almost five years and you had always said you would do anything for them, but you never thought it meant being out since about 7:00 PM celebrating Ava May’s proposal. When you had gotten the notification that afternoon with an image attached, you were hoping that her partner, Jordan, had finally popped the question and you were right. And of course the groupchat had blown up.
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“Girls, Gays, & Daddies $$$”
Leoni: SHUT THE FUCK UP DID THEY REALLY PROPISE THIS TIME!!>>??!>!?
Mateo: here comes leon with the typos 🙄 BUT OMG CONGRATS AVA!!!!!!!
Camilia: HOOOOOOLYYYYY SHIT!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!! THEY HAD THE FUCKING BALLSSSSS
You: OMG YESS!!!!! WHEN’S THE WEDDING!!??
Elijah boo: FORGET the wedding!!!!! bitch, when are we CELEBRATING!!!!!!
Naomi: omg can we PLEASE go out tonight!!!!???
Wrenster: omg ava congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it took them long enough!!!!!!
Ava Bear: omg y’all already KNOW we’re going out tonight!!!!!! b @ my house 5pm SHARP troops 🫡
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Of course five o’clock came, and everyone in the group chat was at Ava’s house. You all got to congratulate Jordan and Ava on the engagement, and say hello to both their family’s, but quickly carried Ava away to party the night away. That was of course after all seven of you pregamed getting ready.
The group was a close knit one. You all were giggling and laughing and dancing around each other while getting ready, raiding Ava’s closet and her accessories and checking yourselves in the mirrors. Everyone had gone for outfits that made them stand out, but complemented their features. You had ended up in some brightly colored crop top that Ava had shoved into your hands, your sneakers, and some designer jeans that Mateo had said would have your ass looking like you did 500 squats a day. You had laughed and rolled your eyes at that. You were pretty sure Mateo just wanted you to feel sexy.
The rest of the group had picked similar outfits. Some exposing skin, other’s exposing less skin but featuring skin-tight clothing pieces. Some had added accessories to their hair, their neck, their wrists and more. With six other bodies dancing around, you honestly hadn’t gotten a great look at everyone’s outfits – but you figured it didn’t matter anyway because by the end of the night most of those outfits would probably look a lot different from how they looked currently. And once everyone was ready, you all headed towards Ava’s car where a driver was waiting. And you all climbed in and pregamed some more.
Half of the group tended to be “partiers”not crazy party goers, but they liked to spend time when they could out having a good time. That didn’t really happen to be up your alley. You were a little more introverted than your friend group, especially since you didn’t necessarily have the same funds your friends did. The group loved paying your way through parties though and always made sure you were included, but the combination of feeling bad and not loving the party scene meant you didn’t go out with them as much as they probably would’ve liked you to. But this night was different. Everyone in the group had already sternly told you that tonight you and Ava were not spending a dime on anything. Mateo telling you that tonight that they were celebrating Ava’s engagement and also the rare occasion of you going all out tonight with them.
You didn’t disagree.
And that’s how you and your friend group ended up at some club? Arcade? Bowling alley? Bar? You weren’t sure what to call it, but the place seemed to have it all.. There was a bar with many-a-drinks, bowling alley lanes, an arcade, neon minigolf, laser tag, and televisions everywhere, each featuring a different sporting event which you assumed was for people betting on games.
It was loud, and dark, but also brightly lit all at the same time. You were cold, but kept comfortable with the warmth of your friend group buzzing around you. You were very out of your element. You would’ve been slightly uncomfortable if you hadn’t already had about seven? No, you think eight? You weren’t sure, but you and the rest of the group had a fair amount of alcohol in you.
Right then, everything seemed a little fuzzy. You had glanced at your phone and thought you had read some time around 11:00 PM, but with Rihanna blasting over the speakers in the building, it was a little hard to concentrate.
The group was currently at a bar-like table. Mateo, Elijah, Ava, and Naomi were currently on their fourth round of bowling with Ava still somehow in the lead. Leon, Wren and Camilia had snuck away from the group either to get more drinks or maybe to play mini golf, you really couldn’t remember.
Your glossed over gaze was disturbed by Mateo standing up and stretching as long as he could, his arms reaching up a little revealing a bit of his stomach.
“Okay, I am going back to the bar to get another drink, anyone else coming?” He said, eyes bouncing around the faces at the table. Nobody responded as they all seemed to be involved with something else at the time, so you stood up quickly.
“Mmmmmmm, I’ll come with Matty!” You smiled and trailed after him as he led the way to the bar.
“You know there’s some cuties here, you should try and chat one up.” He says, side eyeing you as you both arrive at the bar to look over what you want.
You roll your eyes and playfully push his shoulder. “That would be a grand idea except I’m drunker than a skunk currently and we’re here to celebrate Ava, not find me a date.”
Mateo rolls his eyes as he orders both of your drinks and collects them.
“Okay, yeah we are celebrating Ava, but you know good and damn well if I told that girl you saw a hot guy looking your way that she would jump on the idea of you making a move tonight.” Mateo chuckles as he finishes his sentence and starts walking you both back to the table, curving through the different people.
“I know, but tonight I’m just hanging out with you guys. I’m honestly shocked that nobody has attracted any spare wild men to the table with how loud and obnoxious we’re being tonight.” You laugh, a tiny hiccup slipping out of your mouth.
As you and Mateo round the corner to your table, Mateo sees the group before you and busts out into laughter. “Oh my dear, have you truly jinxed yourself tonight.” He walks the few steps to the table, puts the two drinks down. “Hellooooo boys!”
When Mateo steps aside, you're greeted by the eyes of two men who look like they don't belong here. They both are extremely attractive, but both appear to be in suits. Like suit suits. Like they could be working at the bank. You recognize the two as workers for Ava’s father. Bodyguards. Or honestly the word babysitters fit the situation too. ‘Babysitters with bullets,’ you think to yourself as you look down at one of the men’s waists, catching a glimpse of a not-so-hidden weapon.
Your thought is cut off by that said man speaking and your eyes trail from his waist to his face. He holds eye contact with you before speaking. “Sorry to crash this here lil shindig, but you lot should be wrapping all this,” he twirls a finger around in the air, referencing the group, “up pretty soon. It’s getting late.”
Once he finishes his sentence, it’s now his turn to look at you. You watch his eyes look up and down, scanning what felt like every inch of your body, before he looks back to Ava as she begins to speak.
“Oh my god! Look, I know Daddy sent you two to “look after me”’ Ava uses huge air quotes, “but I’m old enough to make sure I don’t get fucking dragged off drunk off my fucking ass. We’re just celebrating, just chillax, yeah?” Ava lets out a giggle as she clearly slurs her words and then playfully slaps the shoulder of the man that hadn’t spoken yet.
“Come on Tangerine, just let them be, yeah? They’re not doing any harm and they're all in one spot.” The man says, putting a hand on Tangerine’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze and shake. If you remember right, you’re pretty sure he goes by Lemon. Or that’s what you’ve heard Ava’s father call him.
“Yeah Tangerine! Just let us chilllllll” Naomi drags out the last word as she tries to put a hand on his chest. He takes a step back away from her, his face slightly puckering up as it seems like he stifles a face of annoyance.
You sit down next to Ava, across from where the open seat in front of Tangerine is.
“Look. Ava’s father gave clear instructions to make sure she doesn’t make any fucked decisions tonight. And seeing as sh–” Tangerine’s speech is cut off once more, this time surprisingly by Elijah.
“Look man, if your concern is making sure Ava isn’t dead in a ditch, why don’t you two just pull a seat up at the table. It isn’t like we’re going anywhere else tonight, just fucking sit and relax. Have a drink!” Elijah almost barks this out before returning to the game of bowling. He’s currently in second place, behind Ava and you know he’s dying to beat her.
Lemon gives a nod before sitting down at the bar, grabbing Ava’s half finished beer and taking a swig. Tangerine on the other hand reluctantly takes a seat in front of you. You watch his demeanor once he’s sat. It seems like he’s avoiding your gaze, and you’re not sure why. You watch his face as he observes the people around you. You can’t tell if he’s just surveying the place or if he’s just uncomfortable. His body language looks stiff and his hands are clasped on the table in front of him.
“You have pretty eyes…” The sentence slips out of your mouth as you stare at him, rubbing your own eye as you feel yourself getting a little tired. You were hoping to break the silence. “Also pretty arms.” You let out a little giggle as you prop your head on your hand, continuing to stare at the pretty man sitting across from you.
You talking seems to bring him back to the group at hand. Or at least brings his attention to you. He gives you a weird look, seeming to calculate what to say. “And you seem pretty drunk, love.” He reaches across the table, grabbing your drink and taking a sip from it before returning it to you. “And that’s a pretty strong drink you got.”
You give yet another giggle, reaching for your drink and taking a sip. You were drunk all right, but you needed more liquid courage if you were going to be in the presence of this man. Your brain had fallen quiet and your friends seemed to not be coming to your rescue in this one.
You recall a comment from Mateo earlier in the night about ‘letting you do your thing if you ever came across a hot ass man tonight.’
You had been around Tangerine and Lemon before. From what you could recall, they weren’t truly employed by Ava’s father. You’re pretty sure it was more like a freelance thing? They weren’t always around Ava and her family, but they were hired common enough for you to know exactly who they are and remember Tangerine.
The first time you had ever met the two, the group was at a soccer game in the city. You were in Ava’s family’s suite at the game having a blast. You remember spotting Tangerine and asking Ava just who the tall man was exactly. After that, any time Tangerine and Lemon were hired to babysit Ava, you always basically gawked at the man. After Tangerine and Lemon left for the room, your friend group, especially Ava liked to tease you. Ava and Mateo knew you had a thing for Tangerine. Ava liked to get her father to hire the two as much as possible, especially if you were present. It meant you saw him often. It meant you thought about him often. You thought his curls were pretty and you could imagine what it would feel like to run your fingers through his beautiful hair. You could recall the accent he had. You thought the tattoos he had were attractive, or maybe it was just because they were on his arms. And god did he have pretty arms.
You’re once again brought out of daydreaming, this time by Naomi sitting down by Tangerine and placing a hand on the back of his shoulder, and one hand on his chest. You don’t listen to what she’s saying, but by the look on their face, you know she’s flirting. And hard. You hear her let out a giggle as she makes some sort of comment about the man before you swap from sipping your drink to straight up downing it.
You slam the cup down on the table and shoot up. “I’m off to get another drink..” You twirl around, maybe a little too fast, and begin heading for the bar.
You know the announcement of your departure was a little stern. You don’t know why, but it almost got on your nerves that Naomi was making a pass at the man. You let the jealousy stay for a second before rationalizing the thought.
‘I’m not actually jealous. It’s late and I’m drunk, it isn’t that big of a deal, I’m just being silly.’ You think to yourself as you arrive at the bar, propping both elbows up onto the ledge and waiting for a bartender to notice you. You wipe your face hoping to clear your mind.
While waiting your eyes slowly are drawn to one of the television hung above the bar – some wrestling match was going on. You notice the other people at the bar, their eyes glued to the screen. ‘I don’t understand why they are so invested.’ You think to yourself as you turn your attention back to in front of you, looking at the drink choices before noticing a man standing to your right. You turn your head and are happily met by the pretty blue eyes of a curly headed man.
You grin.
“Tangeriiinnnneeeeee” You draw out his name. You aren’t quite sure if it is on purpose or if you’re just drunk, but it didn’t matter as you watched the man’s lips twist into a smirk itself.
“Interested in the match, are we?” He asks, nodding back to the television.
“Mmmmmm, not quite. I’m not much of a sports fan.” You give a glance at the match before turning your attention back to him, noticing his shirt. He usually had it buttoned up all the way, as professional as you can get. But tonight, you notice at least two, maybe three buttons that seem to be open. You can see a tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. You take a deep breath before your eyes return to his. He had watched you check him out yet again.
You clear your throat before asking, “Are you a fan?”
He doesn’t break eye contact. “I am tonight.”
A noise escapes your throat, almost a hum. He still hadn’t broken eye contact. Maybe it was just you, but it seemed like it had gotten hard to breathe. You felt like you hadn’t taken a breath in ages. “And why’s that?” You ask, still looking at him and still maintaining eye contact.
In the moment you felt like the only thing in the room was him.
“Got money on the small guy. Everyone likes an underdog story, yeah?” The smirk returns to his face.
You nod your head in agreement. Once again, your brain has gone blank. The sudden movement of his lips catches your attention as your eyes quickly dart down to his lips, and quickly dart back up to his eyes. He had watched that happen too.
As your eyes meet, your body forces you to take a deep breath. You notice he does the same. Maybe his breath had also been caught in his throat. You realize the sound of the world around you also comes back to you.
You’re brought back to the real world completely as a bartender greets you and Tangerine, asking what you two will have. But before you can answer for yourself, Tangerine speaks for you.
“Water for this one, and whisky for me.” He says before telling the bartender exactly what he wants. As soon as the bartender turns to go grab the materials, you turn back to Tangerine.
“I can’t order for myself now?” You jokingly ask, your voice getting a little higher in disbelief as you raise both your eyebrows in fake disbelief.
He looks at you and gives a scoff. “You can, but I don’t know if you should be at this particular time darling.” He gives you a sly smile, one probably meant to comfort you.
And you lose your breath again and you avert your eyes. You thought you had gotten confident, but you weren’t expecting him to call you that. You clear your throat. And start to mess with a laminated menu on the bar.
“So why exactly are you here tonight? You know this isn’t the first stop we’ve made, right?” You ask, trying to change the subject. Or at least to get him talking.
“We’ve been hanging back most of the night. Nothin’ suspicious has happened, but a few o’ you idiots are getting a little too far gone. Ava’s father sent us specifically to watch her. The rest of the group is just an added bonus. Don’t wanna make any rich parents mad, do we?” He asks the last part rhetorically.
This time he’s the one looking away. He takes a drink while looking off. You can’t read the expression on his face, but it isn’t quite neutral. He looks like something is on his mind.
“You don’t seem all that excited to be babysitting a bunch of adults. Why do you even take the jobs offered by Ava’s family? I assume there’s other things you could be doing.” After speaking you realize your tone seemed a little snippy. You hadn’t meant for it to come out rudely, but it did just a tad. You really were on a roll tonight.
You didn’t want to necessarily influence the man to stop taking the jobs, but you were curious. You could tell by what he was wearing that he had money. In previous interactions, you had drawn the same conclusion. You weren’t extremely up to date with the latest fashion trends when it came to wealth, but you did know that the watch on his wrist looked very similar to one that Elijah had. And you knew it wasn’t cheap. Plus the extensive wardrobe the man seemed to have also led you to believe he was pretty well off for himself.
He half turns his head back to you, side eyeing you with a scrunched eyebrow.
“A little touchy on the subject are we?” He asks you before setting his drink down. He rubs his chin before turning his face to yours.
“Ava’s father pays well. The jobs easy, quick and usually clean. Easy money.” He pauses and you watch his eyes move down to your lips and back up to your eyes and then down to the drink back in his hand. “It's an added bonus that sometimes you idiots can be entertaining.”
“Well. I’ll agree that they – we – can be quite entertaining. I can imagine it can be a little obnoxious at times.” A few times come to mind.
Like this year's New Years Eve party held at Ava’s. Camilia had drunk way too much champagne and had eaten quite a few shrimps. She was in the midst of a nasty break up with a pretty popular actor and had seen the reports of him attending a party that night with his co-star. A smile comes to your face as you remember the look of absolute horror on Tangerine’s face when Camilia had thrown up on him. You remember Lemon’s gasp.
Or the one time you, Ava, and Leon had somehow ran into one of Leon’s father’s old clients who had recently gotten out of prison. You three had been out shopping at the beach when the man confronted the group. Calmly at first, but very quickly drew a gun and began yelling at you three. Tangerine and Lemon had resolved the situation as quickly as the man had appeared.
Or one of the most recent events. For Ava’s birthday, she had thrown a huge, fancy party out of the country. Some place in Ireland, with almost a Bridgerton theme. Somehow you and Tangerine ended up in a room on the outskirts of a castle while the party was booming in the distance. You remember how close he had gotten to you. How close his face had gotten to yours. How he had stared at your lips for what felt like ages as you spoke. You remember the silence that happened after you had finished speaking, and the way his eyes darted quickly back to your eyes to just as quickly return to your lips. You also remember the way he had drawn away from you as Jordan had busted into the room looking for Ava. You weren’t one hundred percent sure, but you were pretty confident that if she hadn’t done so, Tangerine would have kissed you.
“I wouldn’t say ‘obnoxious’. Not all of you at least.” Tangerine says. He seems to have a distant look in his eyes. You wonder if the memory of you two alone in Ireland had come to mind. You hope it had.
Eventually you and Tangerine began reminiscing on some of the funnier moments that had happened while him and Lemon had been present.
You two had moved from the bar to a small table in a corner. Tangerine was still able to see the rest of your group, most importantly Ava. Even then, it wouldn’t have mattered anyways as Ava had convinced Lemon to join the current round of bowling. The group didn’t seem like they were going anywhere and neither did Lemon.
The place was still as loud as ever, but in the corner it was a little easier to hear each other. The neon lights that were reflecting off of most everything in the building was giving Tangerine a glow. The lights were giving his hair a darker complexion than normal, while highlighting his blue eyes. If you weren’t sitting so close to him, you wouldn’t have noticed the details. But fortunately for you, you were.
You were close enough to him to smell his cologne. He smelled almost like citrus. Or maybe like sandalwood? Or maybe like the inside of a linen closet? You weren’t exactly sure of the scent profile, but he smelled good. He smelled familiar.
“Do you remember Ireland? That birthday party was insane! I don’t know how you two kept up with Ava that week, it felt like every ten seconds we were going somewhere new!” You let out a small laugh remembering just how crazy it had been.
Tangerine rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. “You honestly think I would forget? I felt like I needed a leash on that girl. I wish she would have stayed around me or Lemon like you had during the trip.” His eyes light up a little as he scans your face.
You hadn’t realized you had been so obvious on that trip. Most of the friend group had paired off in Ireland and you remember hoping to talk more to Tangerine on the trip. You hadn’t made it your priority of course, but during down times or sightseeing activities you had hoped to hear his thoughts.
The air got thin once more. You realized that you both were leaning in towards each other. You were sitting in your chair sideways. Your right elbow propped on the table, with your hand propping your head up turned towards Tangerine, your back turned to the group’s table. Tangerine was turned towards you, almost leaning into your space with his right arm draped over the back of your chair, his hand hung in the open air between the back of your chair and your side. His left arm draped into his lap. Your legs sandwiched in between his.
You hadn’t realized just how physically close you too were. Talking with him and drinking water seemed to have sober you up some. Realizing how close you were to him also helped to sober you up in the moment. Your eyes trailed to his lip as you went to speak.
“Well, I’d never pass up the chance to be around you all day.” You say, a little softly as you had grown even more distracted by each and every centimeter of his face. You think about how soft his skin would feel in your hands.
You readjust yourself, trying to redirect your thoughts. You sit up a little straighter and let your hand that had been previously holding up your head fall into your lap. It unintentionally brushes Tangerine’s knee and you watch it slightly move, almost shocked by the touch. Sitting up like you were now meant that your face was even closer to his. You really hadn’t realized how much you two were leaning into each other.
You're staring at Tangerine’s lips when your eyes rush back to his as he places a hand right above your knee. You watch as he begins to lean in, his eyes on your lips. Before you can even process that his hand is practically on your thigh. He stops an inch away from you, his eyes moving up to meet your glance. His eyes meet yours for only a second before they move back down to your lips, and once again back to your eyes. You could feel him let a breath out, nearly a scoff.
“You’re extremely drunk.” He says dryly. and goes to pull away from you.
“I was dead sober in Ireland.” You quickly remark before retaking the distance he had put between the two of you. You plant a quick kiss on his lips.
“I haven’t forgotten about Ireland either.” You say softly as you move one of his curls behind his ear that had fallen when you kissed him a little too forcefully, the fear of missing another chance had brought some adrenaline into your system. Your hand makes its way to the back of his head as you begin to play with his hair. “I’ve been hoping you would be around more after that trip. Especially after the party.”
The hand Tangerine had set previously on your knee quickly moves to your face as he gently goes to hold your chin before lifting it up. This time h initiates the kiss. He’s more gentle than you were.
You grin into the kiss, only slightly thinking about how contrasting the situation was. The harsh man kisses gently, yet you, a more soft person kissed him like you were a thirteen year old kissing their crush at the school dance, afraid to be seen.
His hand moves from your chin to hold your head as he pulls you in more. Once he’s pulled you in as close as he can, his hand trails to your waist where it rests. Both of your hands quickly move back to his head where you pull him in closer.
His mustache tickles you, but you don’t care. All you could think about was how his head felt in your hands. How you wanted to be closer to him. How his hand was pulling your waist in. How his lips felt against yours. How you felt like you were breathing for the first time this entire night.
Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers dig into your waist. You feel yourself becoming warm as your attention is drawn to the fact that his skin is touching yours. Both of Tangerine’s hands are now holding on to your waist, pulling you in even more if it’s possible. One of his hands begins to trail up your back. It feels like he’s trying to find a better way to pull you closer to him, but at this point if you two got any closer you would be in his lap.
You accidentally let out what you think is supposed to be a gasp as one of his hands runs back down your spine, returning to your waist once more. This doesn’t faze Tangerine as he takes the short break from your lips to move both his hands now to either side of your head as he pulls you back into the kiss, not without a short and breathy ‘shit’ that escapes his mouth.
You aren’t sure who initiates the harsher kiss, but you didn’t care. As Tangerine bites your lower lip, you let out a breath and you grab onto the neckline of his unbuttoned shirt. Tangerine plants one last hard kiss onto your lips he pulls away, and leans into your ear before.
“I’d slow your breathing down, we’re about to have a visitor, yeah?” He plants a kiss on your cheek and pulls his head back to look at you before wiping your lips to get rid of some spit that had been left from when you two had separated. “Gotta make sure you look good too, dear.”
He takes a deep breath in, clears his throat and seats back against his chair, while running both of his hands over his head in an attempt to put his hair back in place after you had tussled it. He then leans back in his chair, giving a smile at the unwelcome visitor.
You wipe your hands over your face, and then over your own hair in an attempt to self soothe. You take a deep breath yourself as you try to slow your breathing and your heart rate. You wipe your hands down the thighs of your jeans before turning to meet whoever was coming towards you.
“Hey, you guys ready to go? Lemon is rounding up the rest of the group now. Ava and Elijah finally got bored with bowling.” Naomi says before finishing the drink she had in hand.
“Right. We’ll be over shortly.” Tangerine says, raising his eyebrows at Naomi and turning his attention back to you. You give her a smile and a nod to acknowledge her. As she goes to walk back to the table, you turn yourself back towards Tangerine.
“Glad we weren’t interrupted before this happened. Hope it was worth the wait.” Tangerine says giving you a sly smile.
You let out a half hearted laugh. If you thought nothing was in your brain beforehand, it was even more empty now. All you could think of now was when you would be alone with him again.
“How long did you say you and Lemon were staying this time around?” You manage to get out, looking up at him. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you also wanted to do this again.
Tangerine chuckles as he fixes his shirt from where you had grabbed it as he goes to answer, “I’m in the city for a couple of days. Off work too.” He tucks a curl behind his ear. “You have something in mind that could keep me busy?”
You nod your head as you give out a short laugh. “Ask me out to a proper dinner and I think we could figure something out."
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A/N: hey home slices, so here's this. i recently rewatched the movie, and am about to read the book and thought i would write something. who knows if i'll write more, but it was fun lol
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fill my inbox up with steve thoughts — can be nsfw or sfw (i’m having a stevie brain rot)
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#I’m back after another hiatus. I’m sorry#and I’m still in love with Steven#I’m gonna try at sfw if anyone gives me a chance lmaoo it’s so unlike me#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#stranger things x reader#steve harrington headcanon#steve harrington hc#stranger things smut#stranger things x you#stranger things x y/n#stranger things headcannon#stranger things hc#steve harrington blurb
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husband!gojo ✮| headcannons
gojoxfem!reader
MDNI -> warnings: afab reader (but anyone can read yk), sfw&nsfw, arranged marriage, slight angst, comfort, pet names, flufflufffluff!, cunnilingus, gojo is pussy whipped, fingering, creamycreamycreamiest creampies, reader calls gojo daddy!, tummypushing
a/n: i had a dream abt this with some random guy and when i woke up i was so disappointed :(( LOL angwah heres some quick gojo headcannons bc i truly miss him and im so lonely.
husband!gojo who you married per each family’s request, making your marriage an arranged one.
husband!gojo who hated the idea of being tied down.
husband!gojo who couldnt wait for the ceremony to end, however when he watched you walk down the aisle, looking so innocent, he felt a tug at his heartstrings.
husband!gojo who didnt know what to do when on your honeymoon. he didnt know whether or not to interact with you or to keep his distance like he promised himself. he decides for the latter.
husband!gojo who enjoys coming to work everyday after his honeymoon because his cute little wife always delivers his lunch to him despite not asking you to.
husband!gojo who starts to soften even more when he sees that you wait for him to come home from work. youre usually sleeping on the couch. he gently scoops you up in his arms and takes you to bed.
husband!gojo who sees that you start getting tired of the routine after a while. making his lunches, waiting for him to come home late. you stop delivering his lunches personally, opting to just give it to him before he leaves in the morning. he doesnt see you when he comes home either.
husband!gojo who makes sure to wash up before slipping into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you . he missed you.
husband!gojo who feels you wake the next morning, obviously confused to see his arms around you. he sighs before bringing you closer to his chest.
husband!gojo who whispers apologies and sweet nothings in your ear as you settle yourself into him with suspicion.
he strokes your head as he says. “im sorry. i know you didnt want this marriage either. im sorry that youve been doing all this alone. i promise ill be here for you. just tell me what you need and i will do everything to help you. youve changed me y/n.”
you look at him, with creased eyebrows, obviously still not trusting him fully.
“ill give you time.” husband!gojo sighs as he lets go of you to get ready for work. you still make him lunch that day.
husband!gojo who comes home and doesnt see you on the couch. he understands that he needs to wait for your response but there is a small part of him that is wondering whether or not you have left.
husband!gojo who sighs in relief when he opens the door to your shared bedroom, seeing you all dolled up in a pretty pj set, sitting comfy on the bed.
husband!gojo who smiles when he sees your face brighten in delight. you walk up to him.
husband!gojo who is surprised when you wrap your arms around him and kiss him with your soft lips. he groans into the kiss, regretting the fact the he never kissed you after the wedding.
husband!gojo who melts to your touch as your bring him to the bed. you remove his jacket and tie as your straddle him, kissing him more harshly.
husband!gojo who makes sure youre okay with with what’s going to happen next. he kisses you again when you say yes.
husband!gojo who takes his sweet time with you. stripping you from your garments,leaving you bare infront of him. he sinks his long fingers into your sopping cunt, your head lolling back in pleasure.
husband!gojo who’s eyes roll back when he finally tastes you. youre addcitive. he laps up your juices, swirling his tongue on your clit. you cum twice on your husband’s tongue, his hands holding your legs apart so they wont close. his fingers continues to scissor you until youre screaming.
husband!gojo who fucks you in missionary position, making sure to watch your face as your react to the pleasure hes giving you.
husband!gojo who cums inside of you only to turn that cum into a creamy mess around your pussy as he pounds into you some more. he can feel his creampie dripping out of you and down his balls.
husband!gojo who enjoys how loud youve become. moaning obscenities and calling him daddy. he wants to fuck you till your dumb!
“fuck princess, youre so fucking messy. fuc—nghh..” he tries to speak but your pussy is squeezing him too well he can barely get words out.
“please daddy!! i need—aghh.. i need you! dont stopp—ahh…” you groan as you have your fourth orgasm of night.
husband!gojo who watches hearts form in your eyes when he cums inside of you for the final time. you can feel his warmth trickling into your womb.
husband!gojo who pulls out and watches his loads flood out of you. he presses on your stomach, watching as more cum gushes out of you.
husband!gojo who brings a warm towel to wipe up the cream around your sex. you moan as he does so, still recovering from all of your orgasms.
husband!gojo who wraps you up into his arms once again, praising you for how well you did.
“you did so good love..” he says stroking your back.
husband!gojo who reminds you that he has fallen in love with you and will do anything and everything in his power to make sure that you are comfortable in this marriage with him.
husband!gojo who knows the two of you will be okay when you peck him on the lips and tell him that you love him.
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