#full metal jacket headcanons

[pvtjxker]

"Your idiot" (pvt. Joker)

(His smile will be the DEATH of me)

Helloo! It's me, Elwood! Once again, I wrote another fanfiction! But I tried to make some experiments, this time and...I wrote my official #1 Smut! It's nothing particularly great, but I wanted to see what would have been your reaction!

This is an OG!Character x Fem!Reader, this time, I hope you won't mind!

Of course, this type of content is VERY explicit, so if you don't want to read it or if you are unconfortable with the genre, don't read this.

Also english is shitty as always lol.

Hope you'll like it! <3

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"Ah...please...d-don't-Ah!"

You go faster. You want to hear him so desperately.

"P-please...slow do-AH!"

Thinking about how you got to this situation... if you'd been told earlier, you wouldn't have believed it.

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"Oh, shut up, Joker!"

"But you literally can't play! I'm helping you!"

You were playing pileup with the rest of the platoon.

You never played pileup in your whole life and Joker was trying to help you learning, but he was being the same know-it-all boy, annoying and full of himself.

But he also had flaws.

He added, annoyed:"Let's repeat the rules: when you see one of your opponents with a card of the same rank as one you have in your deck as the top card of their rest deck-"

"JOKER, I KNOW!"

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU DO IT!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU!"

"Sorry, Cowboy." You said.

"Sorry."

"God, you guys fight like an old married couple..."

"Me?" Replied Joker, in shock, "marry her? I have standards, Cowboy, which is a thing I'm not entirely sure she's ever heard of"

You slapped him, eliciting a murmur of shock from other players and platoon mates.

"You're a bitch, Joker!" You said, laughing, and started playing again.

You would have made him pay later.

After the match, you ended up losing two dollars.

Shit.

You got out of the pagoda, looking for Joker.

He was leaning against a wall, smoking.

"Joker."

He turned around.

"Oh, hey"

He smiled.

"So..." You leand on the same wall, very close to him.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Wanna hit?"

"Thanks" you picked the cigarette and took a hit.

"What were you sayin?"

"Yeah, right...so...you have "standards", uh?"

He suddenly looked very nervous.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about-"

You took his chin, forcing him to look at you.

"Don't play smart with me, Joker: it's a role that doesn't suit you."

"I-I..."

His face lit up in several shades of red, while frenetically looking around, like if he was trying to ask some help from the palms and the bushes around you.

"Oh, come on, Joker...you know you can tell me everything, right?"

"O-of course, of course I know!"

"So do you mind telling me the reason why you said that in front of them?"

He stayed silent.

He knew he fucked up.

He was terrified.

What a nice view.

"Well, since you don't want to tell me, I'll venture a guess: you wanted to look "tough" in front of them, by making me look like "the stupid woman you are the owner of", is that correct?"

He answered quickly, stumbling over his speech:"No! I-I didn't-"

You moved your hand from his chin to his neck, tightening the grip.

"Oh, you didn't?"

He couldn't answer, but he tried anyway, obtaining however the mere result of emitting pathetic choked noises, like a wounded and frightened animal.

You looked at him straight in the eyes, smiling.

Then you added, in an annoyed tone:"Let's repeat the rules again, shall we?", Mimicking his previous tone of voice.

He didn't answer, just looking at you.

"You are a sergeant as well, but I am your liutenant, so I am your superior. You obey to me, and me only. And what is the first unspoken rule of army?"

"Don't talk shit about you superiors when they're around..."

"And why?"

"B-because then we'd be fucked up?"

"Exactly, good boy."

He smiled at the praise.

"So what do you think it's going to happen, now?"

"I-I don't know..."

"It happens that you will make it up to me."

He was on his knees now, in front of you, clinging on your pants and shirt like if his life depended from it.

"How? Tell me how! I-I'll do anything! I will, I swear!"

You took his chin once again, way more gently, now.

"Don't worry about that...I'll find a way."

He smiled just like drug addicts do when they're high, or just like he does when he's on morphine.

Or like he does in general.

So pathetic, yet so addicting

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He opened the door, stepping in the room you occupied for the "special occasion", in an old farmhouse now used as a motel for prostitutes.

You were waiting for him laying on the bed, reading a magazine that someone forgot behind. It was an old Playboy.

"Oh, hey, there. You finally came. You took ages!"

He stared at you: he looked kind of mad.

"Of all the places on earth, the best place to be was a scraggy motel on the outskirts of Phu Bai? Not even in the worst bars in Caracas there're all these racketeers...", Joker complained. You looked at him, annoyed.

"Jesus Christ, Joker, you're so whiny. This is the best we can afford in a country at war. And in war and in famine every hole is a tunnel, an old saying used to say."

He looked to the ground in front of him.

"Sorry, ma'am."

"Close the door."

He closed the door behind him.

You stood up, walking towards him.

He bent down a bit, since he was a lot taller than you and he placed his hands on your hips as he kissed you, lazily.

He then looked at you, smiling.

"So...what's the plan?" He asked, with a small tone of impatience in his voice.

He couldn't wait.

You took him by the hand and dragged him towards the bed. He sat down, without even being told.

"It looks like you already know your place, here."

"It looks like it, yeah."

He grinned, pulling you towards him and hugging your thighs.

You ran your hand through his soft hair. They were a bit longer than the last time. He let'em grow, because he knew that if it was longer, it would have been easier for you to pull it. He loved it when you pulled his hair.

Such a whore.

He was looking at you with the biggest, enamoured eyes you've ever seen.

You bent down and kissed him again, cupping his face in your hands. When he felt your tongue on his, he let out a small whimper, making you shiver all the way down your spine.

"Ow, come on...we haven't even started and you are already so needy..."

"I-I'm sorry..."

"Nono...keep it up."

He whimpered again.

You made him sit better on the bed, back to the wall, and helped him undressing, leaving him only in his underwear.

You started to stroke his chest, lightly, and he left out a moan, arching his back a bit.

"Aww...so cute..."

He whimpered again, breathing hot and heavy. His skin felt like fire, at your touch.

So addicting.

He started to stroke himself on you, but you moved a bit back from his crotch, so that he couldn't actually create enough friction. You felt he was hard. Maybe it even hurt him, from how hard he was. But you wanted to tease him. Your favorite thing to do with him.

"A-ah...w-why did you move...?" He whined.

"Because I wanted to." You answered, coldly.

He swallowed.

You leaned down and kissed him again, giving a lot of small pecks on his lips. He whined at every touch. Every. Single. Touch.

It wasn't new that he was completely touch starved, but God. All that desperation was new for you even.

You slipped your hands all the way down to his underwear, taking it off.

He slightly hisses, when his full length was released from his boxers.

"A-ah..."

"Shut up."

You started to stroke it, from the very bottom to the tip, following the shaft.

A soft moan escaped from his throat.

"Please...s-stop t-teasing...a-ah!"

"I told you to shut. Up."

He shut up, only noises coming out of his mouth.

You kept on teasing him.

You liked it, mainly because it was the easiest way to drive him crazy.

When you finished teasing him, he was almost braindead, a desperate mess of moans and whimpers.

"So? You want me to go on?" You asked, teasingly.

He nods, desperately.

His glasses were fogged up, his eyes were barely visible. And he could barely see. But he didn't care.

Such a beautiful view.

You took off your shirt and he immediately put his hands on your breasts, gently squeezing them and kissing the fabric of your bra.

"C-can I take it off?"

"Of course..."

He took your bra off and started kissing your naked breasts, desperately, sucking and biting wherever he could.

You put a hand on his scalp, gently.

"Fuck..."

"A-am I doing good?"

"You're doing amazing..."

You took all the rest of your clothing off.

As soon as he saw you naked, he became even more desperate and needy.

"Can I...c-can I taste you, ma'am?"

"What do you mean?"

He looked at you: he was so desperate he sounded mad. In fact, his answer was very blunt. Maybe because he was very needy and he wanted you to stop playing with him.

"Can you sit on my face?"

You smiled, maliciously.

"That's better. Lie down..."

Within two seconds he was lying down on the matress, waiting for you, with a huge smile on his face.

You sat astride on his face, and he was almost drooling at the sight of your throbbing hole.

You rested your legs around his head as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to his mouth, starting to lick and suck desperately on your cunt, like if his life was depending on it.

His licks were so immaculate you risked to cum there on the spot at the first two licks.

You took his hair in your hands and started to pull it, lightly, making him release a soft, guttural moan, which stimulated you even more, making you moan louder.

You started to get closer to your climax, after a few minutes, and you started move your hips back and forward, in order to stimulate more.

But that don't turn around for long, because he firmly out his hands on yout hips, not allowing any sort of movement.

He went faster, and your vision was gettinf blurry.

"I-I'm...sso close...*fuck*...ah...k-keep tha-AH!...that u-uup..."

"Uhu..."

He kept the pace, and in a matter of seconds you finally arrived at the climax, screaming his name out of your lungs.

You almost fell on the matress.

"Holy shit..."

"I did good, did I?"

Always the same, old Joker.

"You cocky bastard..."

He laughed, softly.

As soon as you managed to regain the use of your legs, still a little shaky from the orgasm, you managed to get off the bed on his side.

"Sit."

He sat.

So obedient.

You spread his legs and started to kiss his length, from the tip to the very bottom.

He was so hard that he was risking to cum at every touch.

His legs were shaking a bit too, for the exitement.

You licked then from the bottom to the tip again and you started to suck it, gently, just to tease him a bit.

You looked at him, and as soon as you did, he went out of his mind, letting a deep, animalistic moan escape from his throat.

You slowly bobbed your head on his dick, making it go deeper and deeper down your throat each time.

He took you hair in his hand, as an instinct, and threw his head back, letting out big, shameless open-mouthed moans and whimpers.

He just needed it.

He just needed you.

You went faster, and he was slowly going insane, and you managed to slide it deep down your throat.

"Ah...please...d-don't-Ah!"

You go faster. You want to hear him so desperately.

"P-please...slow do-AH!"

He didn't want to choke you, he was afraid he could hurt you, but that's exactly what you wanted.

It was only matter of time before he came down your throat, with the most sinful, toes-curling moan you've ever heard.

For a moment you thought this man was born to be a slut for you.

For you only.

The mere thought of that was enought to make you horny again, but you were too tired.

And he was too.

You couldn't "actually" fuck, you know.

Merely because that would have meant a baby and you could not afford such a thing in the middle of a war.

Expecially if you were two fighters of this war.

You came back up on your feet and you lied down on the bed, next to him.

You know he wanted more, but he just phisically couldn't.

It wasn't much for the phisical effort, but more for the exitement of all of it.

You turned on a cigarette and started smoking, staring at the ceiling.

"This was some serious five-stars fuck..."

"Are your standards that low?"

"For happening in the middle of a country at war, I'd say my standards are already too high."

"So I did good?"

"Awsome."

"Cool."

He stayed silent for a while.

"If this is the price to pay for making you mad, then I should piss you off more often."

"Don't you fucking dare."

He laughed.

What an idiot.

But he was your idiot.

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#full metal jacket #private joker #pvtjoker #pvt joker x reader #full metal jacket headcanons #smut

[ghostlykeyes]

Hear me out

Grunge bf kayn with a hyper feminine gf , like his gf loves sanrio and cute stuff 🫢🫢🫢

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: ULTRA-CUTE PARTNER HEADCANONS ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW ♡ No TWs ♡ I am so fucking rabid for the idea of this combo...demon bf/ hello kitty reader SUPREMACY

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KAYN

At first, the pairing confuses people, but those that see you and Kayn together recognize that somehow you just work. You soften Kayn's sharp edges in a way that he only lets those closest to him see, and Kayn helps highlight the fact that even though you look innocent and soft, there's more to you than that.

Both you and Kayn recognize how much work it can be to curate and present an aesthetic. That's part of what helps you two mesh so well, even though on the surface, you're entirely different. There's a mutual respect for the other, stemming from understanding.

Though he keeps them stashed in a bathroom drawer, Kayn's got a matching set of soft bunny-ear headbands for when you sleep over. Usually he just bobby-pins his hair back to wash his face, but when you're there, he'll pull out the cute headbands so you can match during your morning/night-time routine. For the sake of his image, please, please don't ever show anyone your bunny-eared, spa-masked selfies.

Kayn has you saved as 'prince/princess' in his phone. Fitting, since you're the patron saint of all things cute and soft, no?

The guys tease him whenever they catch Kayn with your things around the apartment, like when he's washing your pink Starbucks cups or pulling your cinnamoroll pajama pants out of the dryer. "Changing your look, Kayn?" They'll smirk, but he just rolls his eyes and sneers. "It's (y/n)'s, obviously," he bites. He's not really embarrassed, though—truth be told, he loves the way your life has leaked into his enough for others to notice. Besides, those nerds are probably just jealous that he bagged such a fucking perfect cute pastel angel.

Obviously, Kuromi is Kayn's favorite, if he has to pick one. You won him a little Kuromi figure from a claw machine, once, and he actually keeps it on top of his dresser, in full view for everyone to see. (It's probably the cutest thing he owns, and though he might not admit it, he fucking treasures that little figurine.) He sometimes says he's your Kuromi, though not usually in earshot of others. The similarities are uncanny—a proclivity for black, a tendency for mischief—they even have almost the same birthday!

Whenever you're in his room, Kayn sets his LED strip lights to pink for you.

If Kayn's going to be gone for awhile, touring and the like, he always gifts you a Calico Critters set the night before he leaves. "Try to take good care of them, yeah?" He smirks. "I don't wanna come back to the mouse family in the middle of a custody battle."

Kayn stashes a plushie in his underwear drawer, so you'll always have something to snuggle with when you stay with him (besides him, of course).

The visual contrast when Kayn lets you borrow a hoodie or jacket is nothing short of jarring. Here you are, this adorable thing in Mary Janes and a pastel skirt, sporting a bleach-dyed hoodie with a death metal logo. Kayn, of course, thinks the contrast is fucking adorable.

Kayn gently teases you about your bedroom—"I didn't even know this many pink things existed," he'll say"— but the truth is, he loves being in there with you. The softness makes him feel totally surrounded by you. It's gentle. Safe, even. Drinking from Sanrio glasses and slipping underneath a strawberry-printed comforter to spoon you may not be his usual style, but you make it feel so natural. (Sleeping in your bed, though? Kayn doesn't love that as much. He moves around in his sleep enough as is, but now he's got to worry about accidentally shoving your favorite Hello Kitty off the bed? Not fun.)

Kayn's favorite cutesy thing to buy you is sleepwear. Those pastel, soft-fabric cami and sleep shorts combos? Fucking delicious. There's at least three sets of your pajamas stashed in his PJ drawer, and Kayn bought all of them.

#Kayn #Heartsteel Kayn #Kayn/reader #Kayn x reader #heartsteel x reader #Heartsteel #Kayn headcanons #Heartsteel headcanons #Heartsteel/ reader #this pairing is burrowing into my brain and making a home like parasitic worms #I love

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

steddie x afab!reader with a newborn headcanons

summary: steve and eddie’s baby girl is born and they won’t let her out of their sight

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and labor/birth, their daughter is named sophia (sophie) because that’s what me and my gf want to name our future daughter if we have one so i’m sorry if that’s your name, mentions of smut

part one | part three

wanna support me? buy me a ko-fi

you live in hawkins in the 80s, so poly relationships are pretty uncommon and frowned upon. to make things easier usually only one of them goes to your appointments with you

before you found out the baby’s gender, everyone started making bets (it started by steve saying he knew it was a girl because of something he read in a parenting book about the way you were carrying)

(yes, steve buys parenting books. although a lot of the time he disagrees with what the books say to do so,, what’s the point of buying them?)

it was eddie’s turn to go to your appointment with you and he got so excited when he found out you were having a girl !!!

“i’m gonna be a girl dad!”

he’s so happy about it that you let him tell steve, and that conversation is actually the cutest thing ever, seeing them both smiling so widely and eddie bouncing up and down as he shares the news :((

surprisingly, labor was fairly easy for you and luckily there were no complications

(cue your two overprotective boyfriends panicking, while you have to be the calm one even though you’re the one in labor)

ten hours later and your little girl was born <33

it was obvious that she was eddie’s biologically because she was born with a full head of dark curls and his features mixed with yours, but steve didn’t care

she was still just as much his daughter as yours and eddie’s

everyone comes to the hospital to meet baby sophia munson <333

only dustin actually gets to hold her since mike and lucas and robin are all freaked out at the idea of holding a baby

steve already has pretty bad insomnia, so he’s always awake when sophie wakes up crying

she loves eddie playing guitar and singing for her, and you joke that she remembers it from during your pregnancy

eddie brings home this baby onesie

that starts his obsession with finding metal clothes for her. he gets her a leather jacket to match with him, cute little clothes with skull patterns, and even makes her a mini hellfire shirt

waking up in the morning surprised that you woke up naturally and not from sophie crying, and walking into her room to see steve talking to her and she’s giggling :(((

if you get postpartum body dysmorphia, they will not stop complementing you. “obviously your body looks different, you gave birth to a living, breathing human” and “you’re so strong and beautiful and amazing” and “we’re so lucky to have you, love” and “you’re so gorgeous”

calling sophie their princess and you their queen/king

she adores when eddie tells her stories. even if she doesn’t understand what he’s saying, he’s dramatic and makes funny voices and big gestures that make her smile so wide

the “mom steve” jokes triple now that he actually has a kid

steve starts to learn now to do different types of braids and long hair hairdos. he practices on you (if you have long enough hair) and eddie

“i have to be ready for when she’s older! who else will do it? clearly i’m the only one who should be in charge of teaching her proper hair care”

for the first two months after giving birth you refrain from having sex at doctor’s recommendation (you still enjoy watching them tho)

having your first date night since giving birth and leaving sophie with max (who wont admit that she likes the responsibility) and having the house to yourselves

they eat you out until your thighs shake from overstimulation, then take turns fucking you

#steddie x reader #steddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #pregnant!reader #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #steve harrington x pregnant!reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things headcanons #dad!eddie munson #dad!steve harrington #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!steve harrington x reader #poly steddie #poly steddie headcanons #stranger things #mom!reader #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #dad!steve harrington x mom!reader #eddie munson headcanons #steve harrington headcanons #x afab!reader #rin’s writing

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[Og post made sept 7, 2023 on Twitter]

Hobie headcanons cause exactly no one asked

Tw for 16-18 for mild gore and violence

Thread is over 20+parts so uh have fun and a pt. 2 will be there soon and yea these r all over the place

Og post from twt

Shhh tots not the reason I'm doing this💥💥

[Tfw ur body is deciding to break down so now all ur kins must have hcs that match]

1💥This one is like 50% stolen from @/nurtleteckye. he has tourettes/tics/twitches in general. His physical ones cause no harm to him.

2💥He lacks spatial awareness, and is totally(/hj) why he smacked into that bus during the rescue in mumbhatten

3💥 Hc that hobie that that one wick that straight up doesn't act right n he always hugs the wall so no one can't see it lmao

4⚡️his nostril piercings (as in he has both nostrils pierced incorrectly) cover the lines on his nose

5⚡️expanding on that, he does all his piercings himself, and does have a belly piercing. Some are incorrectly angled but that's only because he was going kinda slow when doing them.

6⚡️he changes color/ texture when you tap him, and can glow like a nightlight if he tries hard enough

7🎸stolen from @/circusmantis, he unknowingly displays his thoughts/feelings as text print on his body.

8🎸in the shots where he jumps off the building and does a flip, the first few times with his boots he would actually clip the building, and scuff the actual shit out of them. He still does from time to time

9🎸 he names every single one of his guitars and musical equipment, the red one in the movie is his MJ (maryjane) and his amp for concerts is also named MJ (Micheal jackson) (he thought it was cool they were matching)

10🏁his vest actually belongs to one of his older siblings, its one of the few things they left around before they all kinda grew apart

11🏁along w/ the vest, his first guitar (he keeps it in his boot somewhere no one can get it) , red boots that were originally white, and an old wisdom loc from his parents are all in his collection, they're in a trunk he lies about to others that's full of "extra band equipment"

12🏁and he hates lying, never does unless its something personal he doesn't wanna share.

13🧷the callus on his hands aren't fromt guitar playing, but actually from how much he'd hurt himself while creating his vest

14🧷has more than 1 vest n pants, and actually has jackets (cant wear them anymore so he lets his friends have them after taking certain things off)

15🧷 spends long periods of time as nonverbal, communicating through his guitar if he truly needs to (knocking,banging, string plucking, etc) [ he'd point at specfic stickers to answer questions]

Props for getting this far down‼️‼️

16‼️ tw// violence, gore for the next 3/ going forward

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the first time he hit someone other than osborne over the head with his guitar, he learned to not actually aim for the head cause its deadly/paralyzing. And instead aims for the torso or legs with MUCH less strength

17‼️he doesnt often hit with his guitar, but there are spikes on the underside of the body to actually crush skulls if he needs to

18‼️one time he forgot he had a healing factor, so when he saw his bone once after breaking it BAD he actually lost it for a while (it healed in like a week and he was fine but best believe he started placing metal plates in his boots to reinforce them)

[Will update this as time goes instead of making a thousand posts to follow up]

#atsv hobie #punk #spider punk #spiderman atsv #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #hobart brown #headcanon #hcs

[smoothiedreams]

A friend recently started watching One Piece again and it opened my mind to talk abt headcanons

( especially usopp and sanji, fight me )

So...

One piece headcanon

We know usopp enjoy drawing for what was showed up to us back pré time skip right? ( it should be more done on screen, pls oda listen to me-) He has a scketbook but what if he just paint a WHOLE WALL OF SUNNY like a beautiful frame of the sea, sun or/and island, franky would definitely encourage him and luffy and chopper could try to "help" him sometimes.

Speaking of franky, i think his friendship with usopp is something so SUPER, they are bros and definitely can go of having a good time making some projects together and teaching each other to just tease the other, and franky gives all vibes of "big bro", he is watching usopp and is proud of him in ever step

BROOK - just him, this man skeleton deserves the screen, he is fucking soul king! Where are his fans? Why we haven't seen a room full of guitars and instruments? FOR ROGER he knows how to sing!!! A ARTIST as usopp, and they could share they interest on art and maybe pass the time on silence with brook playing smt and usopp drawing, franky could enjoy them!

Have i said usopp is a artist? Bc i'm to say it again! I don't just think he's interested in drawing, He also likes manual things just like Frank and have his plants, what do you think about SEWING, nami could know and teach him, or he already know bc he basically raise himself and teach HER. And then he makes his own clothes or sewn some draw on a piece of clothe, like a flower on pants ( luffy usually would ask him to save some of his clothes or make smt cool on his jacket )

Nami for me trys to be a big sis and end being a silly little gremlin, She likes pranks and likes play around ( not like luffy, but smart ) She calls Usopp to gossip, she likes garden, she likes to be spoiled bc she had to steal to survive. And most important, she can be realy introspective, she can just sit on the deck and feel the sun hitting her face and the sea breeze ruffling her hair and get lost in thoughts about the world.

Still nami she knows the basic of drawing ( I could say that she knows how to draw, but I want to believe that cartography requires much more mathematical knowledge than drawing beautiful ) and for that she can make fast decisions based on math, like physics? I dunno. The point for me is that she can visualize things well because she knows the basics of drawing and how to calculation. So if she view a obstacle or a alley she would know what to do to pass/get out. She makes parkour. And she's reasonably good at aiming.

Robin reads a lot, she knows things, she can know abt plants, do you know who could like talk abt plants? Chopper bc he is a doctor, usopp bc he uses them to survive, nami bc she likes her fruits, and BROOK bc i say so ( joking, he just likes tea ) maybe jinbe would like to tell abt sea plants? They all have a lecture or a casual meeting where they sit in a circle and talk for hours. ( luffy tries to participate but loses focus quickly)

Something says to me that Robin likes hats, I don't know why

Luffy has ADHD

Luffy can surprisingly practices yoga, he can have the calm if he wants and delight play with his body, This also helps him explore the rubber's capabilities and stretch for the morning

I think that since he was always walking around in the forest with ace anda sabo, he likes to walk. And explore obviously, but the sunny isn't the florest, he still can walk towards the ship, For some long times ( one day he walked in a circle on the ship's deck more than 20 times ) is common to see him just exploring sunny as it was for the first time, it is when he look all of his crew on each nock

Zoro has a very high metabolism. He sleeps a lot, eats a lot and trains a lot. But sometimes he just sits in the corner of the ship and looks at the swords or polishes them.

Because he know how to identify a good sword just by looking at the metal, he is also good at knowing if a piece of jewelry is worth what it says it is.

I feel like he likes walking barefoot and feel the earth under his feet. To me he is very touch of things but try to repress this

Sanji value his appearance, he HAVE TO take care of his hair properly! And soak feet in hot water with herbs sometimes.

He has a separate recipe book exclusively for things that are good for hair. Just in case

He have to use more glasses, mister prince have to return to us 😭 ( also i think bc his eyes are blue he is light sensitive )

He likes to cook, but not so much to eat.

He likes to share the kitchen, would never admit it, but the presence of someone else can bring him to the present ( he tends to dissociate ) - usopps is his most constant companion

He likes the draws, He admires people who can make art, like franky who makes big things, He finds these people smart for having the capacity, and robin who on his view is good at everthing if she wants

He likes to observe. It might look like he's just standing there looking at the girls in bikinis on the deck. But he is he's noticing how the shadow casts itself in a certain corner of the sunny And how brook seems to be telling smt abt music to luffy. For that he can notices if anyone gives sign of hungry

Robin is like a big sis to him. He respect her, of course he is like that with all ladies but with her is more... Specific? Maybe is her past, which he project smts, Her intelligence and how her mind seems to be a large library of knowledge. She is also a good listener and if she pushes in the right way, he can open up to her. He knows she's a solid presence you can trust, that gives him security. She also reminds him that he can be a jerk sometimes with just a look and a kind smile. He misses Reiju looking at her, both of them are smart and gently. And could kick his ass easily. What women ( a bit of myself speaking here lol)

I was thinking since jinbe, brook and robin are olders they like to hang out amd speak things more "mature". I think Jinbe anda robin enjoy delving into different cultures together. Franky and robin can talk abt anything, mainly from the ship's crew. (They are like Usopp and Nami, sometimes just gossiping. Sometimes Checking if everything is ok with the crew). I think I brook and jinbd would form a really good friendship, brook would speak abt laboon and jinbe act as listening to a father talk about his kid. He wouldn't complain. (Maybe he would talk a little about some of the kids on Fish-Man Island he met or any marine animal)

Luffy, usopp and franky have many scars on their hands. Zoro as well but not so much.

Chopper has a diary. For me, as a doctor he has to write down many things about his patients for future monitoring and records. It makes him enjoy writing. And since observing and looking for symptoms is also a function of doctors, He easily notice interesting details in human interactions. He not always understand what they mean.

He writes about all of the tribulations separately. In the corner of the nursery is there a shelf with a book for each of the Straw Hats, Containing everything from their medical data to how they act during the day. For example, he wrote about what a happy Luffy is like and what a Sad Day Luffy is like. (this is just a report of when he saw his captain collapse after something traumatic).

He may be a child, but he has an adult mentality. He would know how to deal with a "war scenario". This is what he does when everyone on the crew is hurt, he sets priorities and helps others to help themselves.

He and Robin are well organized and sometimes get together to establish an organizational method for something.

Could bring some of the customs from the island where he was born, For example, he has a tendency to drink certain hot drinks that remind him of home or wear winter clothes.

Jinbe and nami have some kind of father-daughter bond, He has a duty to himself to take care of her and it leaded him to find how strong and amazing she is, he praises her a lot without noticing. The first time nami tried not to be affected, but sometimes she needs to hear some praise and support. She might melt for the big heart of te "old man". ( how could someone hurt this fishman ? offend him and you will receive eye daggers )

Just like Sanji, Nami and Usopp like to take care of their hair properly. They like to try out hairstyles on each other or simply get ready in the same room.

We should appreciate Usopp's hair more. we were deprived of seeing these beautiful curls in the wind in a wild and beautiful way

Nami likes cats

Usopp likes dogs

Sanji thing he isn't good with children but like them - he likes birds

Zoro is followed by dogs often - dunno ( I think they just identify with the loyalty they feel coming from Zoro. After all, the dog is man's best friend.)

Luffy and usopp like to look for insects

Sanji, nami and BROOK hate them

Franky is a dog person

Robin is good with animals. Like a disney's princess

Jinbe talk with the sea smt

Chopper also tends to follow zoro

#one piece #headcanons #headcanon #sanji #zoro #nami #nico robin #franky #chopper #tony tony chopper #luffy #usopp #jinbe #soul king brook #one piece brook #straw hat pirates #straw hat crew

[gravedigginbbydoll]

Because I just went to emo nite for my birthday I have this absolutely adorable Eddie headcanon about a meet cute like

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Imagine it’s your first emo nite and you’re nervous and scared but excited, standing among the crowd and singing along to all your favorite songs, new and old. You were originally supposed to come with friends who were seasoned veterans, but something was going around and they both called you to apologize for being sick.

You stand in the crowd, shouting lyrics to everything from My Chemical Romance to Paramore along with some heavier music. You have an icy Jack and Coke in your hand, already feeling inebriated off of the energy in the room and the alcohol flowing through your bloodstream. You began to feel the adrenaline turn into dread as a song began blasting, the group of people in front of you getting super excited and beginning to mosh, arms and bodies thrashing around. You panic when you notice you’re on the front line of it, a tall and bulky guys limp body heading straight for you when suddenly, an angel appears.

Well, not an angel, per say, but a godsend. A tall and lanky but filled out man with a head of curly hair piled into a messy man bun, his body adorned in tattoos from what you can see of his torso, and his loose tank top covered by a battle jacket chock full of metal patches. He stands in front of you like a guard dog, arm prepped at the ready to push people who are moshing back in the pit. His foot even is turned in and planted there as he sings along to the music, nodding his head, but careful to keep his arm at the ready so no one hits you.

By the end of the song, the moshing calms down and he waits for a minute before letting himself relax, turning to you. You practically burst into flames. He’s got big brown puppy dog eyes that crinkle at the corner with his blinding grin, dimples gracing his cheeks. He’s wearing smudged eyeliner that make his brown eyes more enticing. You lose yourself in his eyes right as he sticks out a nimble fingered hand covered in rings for you to shake.

“Hey. I’m Eddie, at your service.”

#mind ur business I’m still drunk from my emo nite lol #and I’m in need of protective Eddie #also happy birthday to me 🎂 my gift should be Eddie ur so right #I’m too old for this shit #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson blurb

[luv4fandoms]

Can you write a blurb about your latest earring headcanon? It’s so wholesome😭🥺

Hello! I'm so sorry this took a bit for me to write, I kind of struggled a bit coming up with scenarios, but I hope you enjoy! ☺️

For anyone curious, these are the headcanons.

The boys wouldn't give the matching earring to just anyone. Like they have to be in love with that person, that had to be their mate before they even entertain the idea. Why? Because that's as close to a wedding ring as you may get with these boys. They are allowing you to wear something that directly ties to them, something more than just their jacket or bracelets or anything like that. These earrings are a big thing. You join the group, you get your own earring…but it's different from everyone else's, it has to represent you just like theirs represents them, so to have you walking around with their matching earring on…that's it, end game, you're theirs.

You had been with David for a bit now, and you can still remember when the two of you met that fateful night on the boardwalk. You had been hanging out with your friends, chatting in front of the movie rental store when suddenly the sound of motorcycle engines drowned out your words. You had turned to the noise, rather annoyed about being interrupted, when you spotted him. He was sin in leather and you swear everything else disappeared, especially when those piercing blue eyes met yours. He was easy to fall for, those smooth words and charming smile enough to make even the most prudish of women give into fantasies. And fall you did, and rather hard too, so much so that when he showed you what he really was you didn't even bat an eye. You gave him everything you had to offer, and in return, so did he. Because what he never confessed was as soon as he saw you he knew you were his, you would always be his. He had never felt that before, but as soon as he laid eyes on you the world vanished. He hadn't let on that he was nervous when he told you what he was, he wanted you to accept him on your own, and when you did, he knew even more that you would be with him forever. That was almost a year ago, and the offer to change was still on the table, an offer you had been cautious about. Yes you were beyond in love with him, but the thought of throwing away your humanity still scared you a bit. Tonight had been another night at the boardwalk though, and another night of David dealing with surf Nazis trying to get you, knowing very well who you were with. Tonight though, this one has been rather bold…or rather stupid, in saying.

"I don't see a ring on her finger, must not want her too much" and that was how later that night he became David's dinner. But his words struck a chord with David, you could tell because he was unusually quiet. Even after you returned to the cave, everyone else already forgetting the dumb man's words, but you watched him go to his room before leaving the cave. You were worried to say the least, David was never like this, so you followed him, and found him on the beach smoking. You sat next to him in silence, knowing that he would only talk when he wanted to, so instead you looked up at the full moon overhead.

"I still want you to turn" he finally spoke, a sentence he had told you before.

"And I will,I promise" you told him, which you had promised him before, you were willing to change, you just needed a bit more time of being human.

"I don't have a ring" he started after a moment, causing you to look over at him and finding him already looking at you.

"I never saw the use for one" he paused for a moment, reaching into his pocket, before he pulled out his matching earring. You stared at the metal that glinted in the moonlight with wide eyes. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them. So to have David offering you his…It was better than any ring.

"Are…Are you really offering me?" You couldn't finish as you looked into his eyes and only saw love.

"I still want you to turn" he spoke again, this time with a smile.

"Because I want you to be mine forever"

"Oh David" you smiled, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss.

"I already am". He leaned in to give you another kiss before leaning back and placing the earring in your ear, watching as the grin stretched even wider on your face. 

Dwayne knew you would be his when he first laid eyes on you. They had all gone to the boardwalk, Laddie included, and enjoyed their night, though at one point Laddie had asked Star if he could go play some more games, the woman agreed and off they went. Dwayne figured he would be safe with Star, and so the boys went on their own way to look for dinner that night…what they hadn't expected was a little later Star and Michael to come over asking if Laddie had come back to them. Star explained that she ran into Michael and they started talking and when she looked down Laddie was gone. Dwayne was upset that Star had let him out of his sight and immediately left to look for the boy. When he found him he was holding the hand of a girl and smiling up at her, holding a big bat plush in his other hand. 

"Dwayne!" Laddie yelled when he spotted the man and immediately ran up to him.

"You left Star" Dwayne spoke, and Laddie hung his head.

"I'm sorry, Star and Michael started kissing and it was gross" he explained and they both heard a soft chuckle behind the boy, Dwayne looked up, meeting the girl's eyes and instantly knowing. It was like everything faded away but her.

"This is Y/N! She won me this" Laddie smiled, holding up the plush. Dwayne looked down at the boy with a soft smile, before returning his gaze to the girl.

"Thank you"

"Oh it's no problem, I just spotted him at the games by himself and, well with the reputation this town has I couldn't just leave him there alone, so I figured I would accompany him until we could find someone" you explained with a smile.

"I have a bunch of nieces and nephews back home that are around his age so I'm used to taking care of little ones" you added, grabbing his interest even more. 

"I'm Dwayne" he spoke, giving you a charming smile, and watching as the light blush dusted your cheeks.

"Y/N…though you already knew that because Laddie told you…sorry that was…"

"It's very nice to meet you" Dwayne spoke up, cutting off your ramblings, no matter how cute they were, he figured he would save you the embarrassment. 

"It's nice to meet you too" you smiled,before a silence fell. And he watched you fiddle with your rings.

"Well I should probably-"

"Do you want to walk around a bit? With Laddie and I?" He asked, not wanting you to walk away just yet, not when he had finally found you.

"Yeah" you answered quickly before catching yourself.

"Yeah I'd love to"

That was almost a year ago, and tonight was very much just as it was then, the two of you walking around the boardwalk, Laddie holding a hand each, and the two of you lightly swinging him, smiling as the young boy laughed. It hadn't taken long for Laddie to adopt you as his mom, he found that motherly comfort in you almost immediately and you would be lying if you said you didn't think of the boy as your son.

"It's getting late" you stated, and watched as Dwayne looked up to the sky, noting that it wouldn't be long until morning.

"You should grab something to eat before it gets any later" you told him, and he nodded before looking at you. He had been so worried when he told you what he was, so worried that you would just turn and run…But you didn't. You just smiled at him, grabbed his hand and told him you were in it for the long haul, you had even agreed to turn one day when you were ready. 

"I can watch Laddie, don't worry" you smiled, bringing the little boy towards you as he smiled up at you, back now against you while your arms draped over him.

"Yeah y/n and I can go on rides until you get back!" He smiled at the man who laughed.

"Not too many, both of you have had way too much cotton candy" he stated, walking closer to you.

"Ugh, yes dad" you sighed,but couldn't stop the smile that peeked through when you looked at Dwayne, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"I'll be back soon" he told you, pressing a kiss to your lips and earning a 

"Ew gross!" From Laddie, the both of you parted with a laugh and you watched him slowly walk off to find the others.

"Let's go on the bumper cars first!" Laddie yelled, already dragging you off. That was at least twenty minutes ago, and you both decided to get something to drink before another ride, what you hadn't expected was a guy to come up behind you in line and start flirting. 

"Come on beautiful, I don't even mind that you have a kid, I wouldn't mind being a dad" the guy smiled, the action making your skin crawl.

"I already have a dad!" Laddie yelled as he started pulling you away, no longer wanting a drink, at least not from there.

"Come on kid don't spoil your mom's fun, we were just talking"

"No you were just leaving me and my son alone" you told him.

"Or what? He must not be a husband, I don't see a ring on your finger, so is he even around or did he just knock you up and take off?" He asked and his question made you see red, but just before you could cuss him out Laddie spoke up again.

"My dad is totally gonna kick your butt!"

"Oh yeah?" The guy taunted with a laugh.

"Yeah" Dwayne's voice rang out behind the man and caused him to quickly spin around, coming face to chest with Dwayne. You watched him slowly look up at a very pissed off Dwayne and could visibly see the man start shaking.

"Look man, all I was saying was I didn't see anything on her that said she was taken" he tried to defend…stupidly.

"She said she wasn't interested, that should have been enough" Dwayne stated.

"Or do you need more?"

"N-No it's enough man, whatever" and with that he bolted, leaving a very pissed off Dwayne, while you and Laddie laughed.

"I thought he was gonna pee his pants," you laughed.

"He was so scared," Laddie giggled.

"I'm glad you two are amused" Dwayne spoke, still upset but having calmed down some.

"Oh come on, his reaction to you was funny"

"He chose right by leaving"

"Yeah otherwise you would have kicked his butt" Laddie smiled, causing Dwayne to smile too.

"Exactly" he said before picking the boy up.

"Come on, let's head back" he stated and began walking to the bikes, Laddie held in one arm and your hand held in his other.

"Such a cute family" you heard an older woman say as you passed, and you couldn't stop the blush, you guessed you three really did look like a family like this…especially when Laddie called you mom and Dwayne dad.

Once you returned to the bikes Dwayne sat Laddie onto Paul's bike, while you climbed into his.

"We'll meet you at the cave" he told the boys who nodded before taking off, but before you could ask questions Dwayne was taking off towards the other part of the beach. The two of you finally slowed to a stop when he was far enough away from everything, and you took his hand as he helped you off of his bike.

"Babe what's wrong?" You asked, you could feel the tension coming from him still.

"This isn't about that guy still right?" You asked again, watching as Dwayne sighed, so it was. What about that guy got him like this?

"Just something he said I guess" he spoke, watching you tilt your head.

"He said you didn't have anything that said you were taken, and that's true"

"Well I would suggest your jacket but I'm not too keen on having to beat up other women every time we walk around so" you joked, getting a smile and chuckle out of him, good, he was relaxing.

"No, but there is something I can give you" he told you as he made his way to you, stopping just as your body's were almost touching. You watched as he lifted his hand and opened it, his matching earring resting in his palm. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them, so for him to offer it to you made you tear up.

"Wait…really?" You asked, looking up at him through slightly blurry vision, but you could still see the soft smile he gave you.

"Only if you want to"

"Yes! Yes a thousand times yes" you laughed, wiping at the tears while Dwayne gently placed the earring through your pierced ear, before leaning down to capture your lips.

"I love you" he breathed against them

"I love you too" you smiled.

Paul would know right away that you were the one for him. He always believed in true love and always believed he would have this feeling when he found the one he was supposed to be with…And that's what happened when he met you. You had been hanging out in the record shop with your friends when this loud group of guys walked in..well…a group of four with two being loud, one in particular. Though you had to admit that even though he was loud, he was extremely easy on the eyes. Paul on the other hand knew something was different as soon as he stepped into the record shop, it was like there was electricity in the air, and he just knew. Quickly looking around his eyes spotted a group of girls, but his eyes focused on one. Making his way over he quickly made note of the Motley Crue album you were looking at. 

"Beautiful and good taste of music" he smiled, watching as you looked up, the world quickly fading away when your eyes met. 

"Could say the same about you" you winked at him, and he swore he melted.

"I'm Paul" 

"Y/n" you smiled.

"Got any good recommendations?" You asked after a beat, and he couldn't stop the excitement as he began to suggest all his favorite bands. That was almost a year ago and Paul still couldn't believe he was lucky enough to find his one. You had even promised to turn! He still remembered when he told you what he was, he was so scared you would just turn and run, say you never wanted to see him again, the thought had him shaking. But you hadn't, in fact you had tackled him! Going on about how cool it was that he was a vampire and asking if he could turn you when you were ready. He swore he had died and gone to heaven at that moment. So when the night started out as any other he hadn't thought anything could go wrong, the both of you had enjoyed the concert that happened on the boardwalk, a rock band actually having stopped in town, and honestly you and Paul were riding a music high. So when David had told Paul they needed to go feed before it got any later you ushered Paul along, telling him you would be here when he got back, and he swore he wouldn't take long. You were just walking around, enjoying the buzz of the boardwalk when you were stopped by a voice, and upon turning, realized it was one of the members of the band.

"Oh my God hi! You guys were awesome!" You smiled, happy to express your love of their music, after all, it had you and Paul dancing all night.

"Hey thanks gorgeous, you know I saw you in the crowd, wanted to know if a pretty thing like you wanted to come back to the tour bus, maybe party with some rockstars" he flashed you a smirk and you instantly regretted acknowledging this guy.

"Oh! No, I'm waiting on my boyfriend" you told him, hoping that saying boyfriend would give him the hint…it did not.

"Not a very good boyfriend if he left you here alone, if you were mine I wouldn't let a beautiful thing like you out of my sight" he smiled.

"Well that's the cool thing about trust" you told him.

"I'm sure he trusts you, but I wouldn't trust other guys to not just" he started, walking closer.

"Snag you right up" he finished, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer.

"Hey! Let me go asshole!" You yelled, pushing against him.

"Come on baby, lose the wannabe rockstar and come try out a real one"

"Fuck you! Paul is more of a man than you could ever hope to be" you told him, slamming your foot down onto his and making him lose his grip. That paired with him suddenly flying backwards caused you to break free, a new hand on your lower back.

"You ok baby?" Paul asked as he looked down at you, examining you for injuries.

"I'm fine Paulie, thank you" you told him, and his attention instantly turned to the man.

"When a woman says fuck off, she means fuck off" he stated, stepping in front of you.

"I take it you're the boyfriend" the guy laughed before looking around Paul at you.

"Really? Him?"

"Bitch!" You started, going to lunge forward but Paul stepped in front of you again.

"Yes me, now go back to your band" he stated.

"Or what? Come on man, a girl like that, not wearing anything of yours? She can't mean much to you" the man stated rather stupidly, but the statement struck a chord with Paul and suddenly the man was pressed against the wall.

"You have no idea what she means to me, now if you want to keep touring I suggest you leave" he spoke lowly, and unbeknownst to you, flashing his vampiric eyes for only a moment, but enough to make the man get the picture and take off.

"Damn babe, slam me against a wall like that" you laughed, but Paul just grabbed your hand and led you to his bike. The silence put you on edge, Paul was many things, but silent was not one of them. You climbed into the bike and grabbed him just as he took off towards the beach, not stopping until he was far enough away from everyone. 

"Babe, talk to me" you tried once the two of you got off of the bike.

"It just annoyed me, how he thought he could just take you, how he thought you meant nothing to me" 

"Paul babe, he was an idiot, you and I both know what we mean to each other" you told him, but he just shook his head.

"But I want everyone to know what you mean to me" he told you, and you smiled.

"You planning on putting a ring on my finger" you joked, but watched as Paul just stared at you.

"Paul?"

"It's not a ring but" he spoke before slowly lowering onto one knee, your hands instantly covering your mouth.

"Paul, what are you?"

"You're my mate y/n, I wanna be with you forever…if you'll have me?" He asked, opening his hand and showing the matching earring to his. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them, so to have Paul using it as an engagement ring in a way.

"There is no one else I would want to spend forever with" you told him with such love he swore he could feel it. With a wide grin he got up and gently placed the earring through your pierced ear, giggling when it dangled against your skin.

"I love you" he breathed.

"I love you too Paulie" you smiled, pulling him down for a kiss, watching as he grinned when you broke apart.

"Now, about slamming you against a wall" he smirked.

Marko is flirty but that doesn't mean he believes in love at first sight. He often teases Paul about how Paul swears he will know when he finds his mate, how he will just be able to feel it, yes Marko always thought Paul was stupid for believing in that kind of stuff…Until he met you. There was just something about you that drew him in, something that made him want to always be around you. You had been coming out of the tattoo shop, cling wrap covering the new ink that you were happily sporting, and he swore he had never smelled something as amazing as you. The smell had reached him first, before he turned to look, and once his eyes landed on you it was like there was nothing else, even Paul's voice faded away as he watched you laughing with your friends, a grin spread as you examined your new tattoo. Without thinking he dismounted his bike and was walking over to you.

"So what did we get?" He had asked playfully, looking at your arm that now sported a very stylized bat, it was actually rather impressive.

"Oh! Just…something I drew up" you smiled shyly at him, a faint red tinting your cheeks as he smiled at you.

"A fellow artist, may have to get you to design me something cutie" he grinned, watching as your blush deepened at the nickname and your smile widened.

"Yeah, I could do that" you had told him, and he swore he hated how right Paul had been about love. That was almost a year ago, he had since told you what he was, something he was terrified would be the breaking point between the two of you, but you had taken his face in your hands to examine him closer, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his fanged mouth, smiling, and telling him that you loved him no matter what…that had been the first time either of you had said those words and he didn't even bother trying to stop himself as he picked you up, grinning up at you before you leaned down and kissed him again. Tonight had started out a typical night at the boardwalk, playing games and going on rides when it suddenly went downhill, all because of a tourist that wouldn't take no for an answer.

"I said no thank you! I'm in a happy relationship!" You told the man, before turning to leave for what felt like the hundredth time.

"It can't be too happy if he is not even here, come on amore mio, let me show you what a relationship should be" he smiled, and the fact that he called you something that Marko normally did made your stomach turn in disgust.

"I said no! Now go away!" You stated, grabbing the plush bat that Marko had won you before he went off to feed with the boys, tighter to your chest while you turned.

"Amore mi-"

"Chiama di nuovo il mio amore e sei morto (call my love again and you're dead)" you heard a very familiar voice speak, and instantly you felt a wave of comfort wash over you, turning, you spotted a very pissed off Marko standing behind the man.

"Chi sei? (Who are you?)" The man asked, and you hated that you were still learning Italian from Marko, wishing you could understand them.

"Lei marito (her husband)" Marko growled.

"Marito? non vedo nessun anello lei dito (husband? I see no ring on her finger)" the man laughed

"Non vedrai niente se continui a parlare con mia moglie (you won't see anything if you keep talking to my wife)" Marko spoke, and the tone told you it was a warning, but you were too struck by the bit that you were able to pick out…Marito meant husband…and Moglie meant wife….Had Marko just called you his wife? You watched the man simply scoff before finally leaving you alone, and you watched Marko eye him as he left, no doubt Marko would be feeding twice that night. 

"Amore mio (my love)" you spoke, turning him to face you, watching the anger begin to melt.

"Thank you" you smiled while leaning in to kiss him, a kiss he happily returned.

"Come on" he told you, and took your hand, leading you to his bike that you happily climbed on. He quickly drove you to the beach, wanting to be with just you for a bit, because he knew there was something he needed to do. 

"Marko, can I ask you something?" You asked while the two of you walked.

"Course babe" 

"Did you call me your wife? That's what Moglie means right? And Marito means husband" you stopped as he stopped a few steps behind you. 

"Are you mad?" He asked

"What? No! No I'm not mad" you smiled.

"Just…surprised" you shrugged with a laugh.

"Why?"

"Well…I mean…I guess…I never thought I'd be lucky enough to meet someone like you, let alone that they might one day think of me…That way" you told him, and it was true, Marko really was the guy of your dreams.

"Babe, can you close your eyes?" He asked, watching as you nodded, slowly closing your eyes. He knew he would do this one day with you, especially when you agreed to turn, that day coming closer every second. Slowly he pulled the earring from his pocket, gently hooking it through your pierced ear and watching as the matching little black skull dangled against your skin.

"It's not a ring but" he stated, and you opened your eyes, you hand reaching up to feel the little skull, and instantly your heart melted. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them and to now be wearing Marko's matching one.

"It's better than a ring" you smiled, pulling him in for a kiss that he happily returned.

"Sei tutto per me (you're everything to me)" he spoke against your lips, causing you to giggle.

"You haven't taught me that one yet" 

"Just glad you're mine" he smiled.

"Per sempre tua (forever yours)" you smiled before he leaned in to kiss you again.

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Again the Italian is from Google translate so I really do apologize if any of it is wrong. I don't know enough yet to not use Google translate 🥺

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #tlb 1987 #tlb david #david the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #dwayne tlb #paul tlb #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #marko tlb #tlb headcanons #the lost boys headcanons #asks and answers

[sluggybasson107]

Image Description: A reference sheet of an older Kaito Shinonome who's around 17 to 18. His hair has grown out more but it's still dyed yellow and is in a ponytail. He wears a blue tank top and a thick brown belt. His pants are green with disks sowed through around the thighs. Strands of fabric go down to the rings of the pants below the knee. He wears black platforms with silver shoelaces. He also has a silver locket with Dracmon's eye on it.

There are two fullbody drawings and two bust up drawings of Kaito. The first fullbody drawing has him standing away from the camera but looking over his shoulder to look behind him. His right hand is in his back pocket while the other rests against his waist. The first bust up drawing is Kaito rubbing the back of his neck with his right arm while blushing from embarrassment. The text "Affinity with Kaito up!" is displayed next to him. The second bust up drawing is him stretching after a supposed fight. He has bandages wrapped around his arms and bruises are randomly placed on his body. His right arm is stretched upwards while the other is reaching behind him. The second fullbody drawing is of Kaito standing and fidgeting his hands together while looking off to the side. He wears a leather jacket which covers up his necklace and shirt. The background is blue with a white border and his name is displayed on the right side of the drawing. End Image Description.]

Day 7 of @surviveweek: Post Game/Future

Headcanons under the cut (along with another doodle)

Full disclosure I've only played the Harmony route of Survive so my opinions will probably change in the future to become more accurate if anything's off.

Older Kaito tries really really hard to not get into fights and control his anger. He still has episodes but he knows every calming strategy under the sun and with Dracmon by his side, he's able to envision himself in a happier place and relax.

He runs daily early in the morning to not only stay active but get rid of excess energy if he's stressed. You can bet he's listening to hardcore metal most of the time during his jogs to really go all out. Sometimes Minoru joins him on a weekend and they take a slower pace together and vent out frustrations about family.

Despite the times they've butt heads, Ryo and Kaito hang out a lot one on one after Survive. They often are silent most of the time, but enjoy each other's presence. Aoi joins them every now and then to eat together or watch a movie.

Kaito has many videos downloaded on his phone of relaxing music to listen to while working. Even if he isn't the biggest fan of technology, he loves music and it helps improve his mood a lot. He has an MP3 player to use on his runs and Miu helps him download youtube videos of relaxing music to fall asleep to.

Kaito wears a locket with two photos: one of the gang together after a party and the other of him, Miu, and Dracmon. Whenever a major panic attack is building, he holds it close and looks at the photos to try to calm himself down.

While he's still on the antisocial side, Kaito has gotten better at being friendly and more trusting towards new people. Yes, the survive crew matters the most to him, but he tags along with his friends to certain school events to be more open.

Kaito loves to jokingly wrestle with friends. He and Takuma fight sometimes while hanging out and Aoi will indulge and arm wrestle every now and then. If Minoru and Kaito fight while playing sports together, they often chase each other around while Dracmon and Falcomon watch in amusement. Also, Miu loves to go on his shoulders and back. Not only to feel more tall but to make fun of Kaito if he shows any sign of struggle or weakness supporting the growing Miu. She does appreciate him trying for her but doesn't admit it

After survive, Kaito tried to let Miu handle her issues by herself more. He recognized that his violent habits often made things worse with her social life, so he agreed to back off. He only broke this promise once when he stumbled upon a couple of boys a year under him made fun of Miu and attempted to get physical with her. He ended up telling Takuma and they both scared the bullies off with as little violence as possible. Miu did get upset at Kaito, but forgave him after they sat down and talked about the situation.

also final headcanon (feat in progress older Miu design):

[Image Description: A digital doodle of the matthew gay lol meme as Miu and Kaito Shinonome. Kaito holds his head in his hands as he looks hopelessly a tv displaying "Kaito gay lol" in comic sans. Miu takes a selfie of this with a cat face and a thumbs up. She wears a purple shirt, lots of miscellaneous jewelry, and green fishnet gloves. The walls of the room are brown. End Image Description.]

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#HI i need sleep but decided to write headcanonons #Digimon #Digimon Survive #digimon headcanons #Kaito Shinonome #Miu Shinonome #myheadcanons #myart #Digimon Survive Week

[weenwrites]

Hey! Can I request TFP headcanons of Optimus, Bulkhead and Wheeljack with a so that gets cold all the time (I know they are in the desert but can we ignore that) and they cuddle with their bots? Maybe sitting on their shoulder or in their hand? Thanks!

Whenever the two of you go out on drives, Optimus always turns on his heater so you don't get too cold. In general he reminds you to bring a jacket or he keeps you somewhere like on his shoulder and uses his engine to generate warmth. He knows that hard metal can be uncomfortable for you to lay on whenever it comes to cuddling, so he always steals a couple pillows and blankets off the couch to make you more comfortable.

It's needless to say that Bulkhead loves physical affection, so whenever it comes to cuddling with you he's always so very soft and careful with you. If he could, he'd definitely give you full-on bear hugs, but he'll just have to settle for gingerly cradling you to his chassis. If he could get the materials, he'd definitely try to build you like a little bed frame so you could lay or sleep on his chassis comfortably whenever the two of you cuddle.

Wheeljack would playfully tease that this was a ruse just to cuddle with him, but he enjoys cuddling with you all the same. He's fine with PDA, but he keeps cuddling private, so he wouldn't mind if you wanted to sit on his lap to stay warm whenever you got cold.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #tfp bulkhead #bulkhead x reader #tfp wheeljack #wheeljack x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #weenwrites

[pvtjxker]

Some random FMJ headcanons because of the lack of content on this platform - A thread

Self explanatory title.

(AN: it's very short but who cares lol)

Eightball is an absolute stoner, he smokes almost all the time. If you ask him to share a joint with you, he'll be happy to do it. If you ask him to teach you how to roll one up, you'll be taught by the best teacher around 'Nam. Him and Elias from Platoon would get so along.

Joker has a huge passion for animals: he has a little frog and a possum. He just thinks it's reassuring to have a pet around you, during hard times. Cowboy and Animal always pretend they don't like'em, but, if you're sneaky enough, you'll be able to catch them playing with the possum or petting little frog's head. They're like the mascots of the Lusthogs. You can't prove me wrong.

If the Lusthog platoon members had a role each, Cowboy would be the Desperate Father™: "Joker no, you CAN'T pick up that plushie: there can be a mine under it." "No Mother, you can't pin Eightball on the wall and punch him." "RAFTERMAN, DON'T RUN AROUND WITH THE KNIFE-". He just can't stop himself from doing it, it's in his genes. Also, he's a very wise and smart man: he can give advice like no other.

Rafterman is always scared of sudden noises, in part because of the PTSD, in part because of an already present phobia and this makes him unable to sleep well at night. This also makes him very sleepy during the day. Whenever they can stop somewhere or he finds a confortable place, he won't hesitate taking a nap right there on the spot. Poor boy.

Animal is a kleptomaniac, expecially when it comes to cars or motorcycles. You ask him to steal something for you and you can be 99% sure he'll come back with it getting away with the crime. The other 1% is when he gets cought. It happened only once though, during the draft. It happened before the Lusthogs as we know them were formed, with his old sergeant. Nobody knows what happened or how. He doesn't like to talk about it.

#full metal jacket #full metal jacket headcanons #headcanons #random

[icestarphoenix]

Coast Guard Headcanons

Coast Guard’s Team Spirit is white and mini versions of various weapons found on different classes of cutters. These include .50 caliber (12.7 mm) Browning M2 machine guns and a Bofors 57 mm gun. Coastie also has the hull armor of a cutter that sticks out from his sides. When in a more relaxed mood, the guns retract into his body.

Their white hull cutters are the largest in numbers and do the duties the Coast Guard are mainly known for (search and rescue, drug and migrant interdiction, security, etc.)

Despite having way fewer people than branches of the DOD, he can still muster enough strength to easily rip the hatches off submarines.

A lot of these HCs are mainly going to have aspects from Nikko Ortiz’s Coast Guard, so if you haven’t seen him you’re going to be confused.

A lot of the innocence and naivety is an act, like how some of his colleagues behave. He mainly does it to be underestimated and have others drop their guard.

His civvie-mode and work-mode attitudes differ wildly as a result.

Take the scuba goggles he always wears at your own risk.

Mention illegal substances and/or drugs around him and Coastie will go full metal jacket in a way that even Marines will be impressed by. Sooo…watch out, Colorado.

Can speak Spanish consistently after learning by osmosis through various drug interdictions.

Out of the other branches, Coastie is the best at using a sniper rifle. After all, he can snipe from moving helicopters.

Coastie loves swimming in the ocean, though he can’t dive as deep as Navy can. Navy, by contrast, can dive to inhuman depths with ease.

Despite doing so many missions at sea, the Coast Guard doesn’t have any undersea rescue capabilities. The Navy, on the other hand, does have submarines.

why does CG5 - Duolingo (song) give me Coastie vibes

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #with the branches #nikko ortiz #wttt coast guard #wtb coast guard #headcanons #tw gun mention #tw drug mention #wow this must be the fastest i've ever come out with an hc post for a new character

[byuteablanc]

One Human and a Whole Lotta Bones | Skeleharem x Gender Neutral Reader

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Hello! These are some important things you should know before continuing!

> The reader is everything neutral, which includes race, body, as previously mentioned, gender, etc

> The underfell bros aren’t toxic

> I have used a lot of headcanons to do my own iteration of what I think of when I thought of a skeleharem. Though this is inspired by famous fics like 6S,1M and TSM, this is nothing like either of them. If you disagree with my iteration, please don’t slander me

With that, I hope you enjoy! And if you’d prefer, I have this on AO3 as well. Click this to get to the link.

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Chapter One: Home

You pulled into the six car garage, feeling good. It was another late, difficult night. You could only be grateful to be back at the house after your very long day filled with annoying customers, and an even more annoying manager. Constant pestering and nitpicking, as if you couldn’t do your job any faster or at all. Yeah sorry you couldn’t sprint across the restaurant to deliver your customer’s drinks and food at the speed of sound. You were only human after all.

With enough self-loathing to fill the next mile and an half, you get out of your car and walk into the mud room. You take off your shoes and coat, placing them in the closet for safe keeping. But not before being blinded by a jacket coated in really shiny sequins, which combined with the light felt like a flashbang. This jacket was just added to the closet today, because you definitely would’ve noticed this menagerie when you left this morning.

The jacket was all the way covered in sequins and even on the inside as you saw after investigation. *Probably Blue trying a new, and hopefully short lived, aesthetic*, you noted.

Letting your eyes recouperate, you looked at the closet for a while and looked at the distinct coats and jackets littering the space. Each one you could tell whose it belonged to. Papyrus had a long distinct red shall that looked more like a cape or a wizard’s robe, Sans had a plain blue puffer coat but only after his brother demanded he wear something thicker than his also plain blue felt zip up hoodie. Red had a large baggy kid-going-through-their-emo-phase esque jacket with a hood that contained enough fluff to cover a large mutt. Edge had a wannabe black leather jacket with flames on the back and arms with metal spikes on the shoulders and cuffs, also kid-going-through-their-emo-phase like. Blue’s new jacket you did not want to look at again. Stretch had a nice long green coat that would reach his ankles comprised of thick fabric and buttons made of hard plastic.. which is not something you’d expect. Andddd you just remembered you were tired with a desire for food and sleep.

Walking into the house, it was still full of energy, which was weird. After all, it was late, 11:38 to be exact. Your roommates would be sleeping or at least in bed by now, especially the more responsible of the bunch. But yet here you were, you could hear voices and laughter.

You followed the sound to the source to find your skelebuddies all at the dining table. They weren’t eating though, just chatting. And they left one seat vacant, one seat for you.

Noticing you standing there in the doorway, seemingly in a trance, they call to you. “long night huh, kid?” Red remarked.

“HELLO Y/N!” Papyrus greeted, waving to you as if you weren’t a few feet away.

“You guys haven’t started yet? It’s literally after eleven.” You furrowed your brows, taking your seat.

Cinnabar frowned, “We Wanted To Wait Until You Came Home, Dear. Is That So Bad?” He asked, feigning dramatics.

“Well, no…” You paused, feeling a weird lump in your throat for some reason. “It’s just that no one’s ever done that for me before. I’m used to eating meals alone.” You shrug, not realizing the implications of what you just said. They all look just stare at you. You felt a blush rise up to your cheeks, you look away in embarrassment.

There was a silence in the room, awkward wouldn’t be the best way to describe it, a little depressing and somewhat concerned would be the proper way. “WELL, YOUR WELCOME. LET’S GET TO THE FOOD NOW! I’M HUNGRY.” Edge declared, breaking the silence.

“EDGE…” Blue face palmed.

“WHAT? WHAT DID I DO?”

“Trust me it’s fine, I agree with Edge. I’m hungry too.” You agreed, wanting to change the subject from such emotionally intimate undertones.

Papyrus jumped out of his seat. “OOOO I’LL GO GET THE FOOD FROM THE OVEN!”

‘i’ll go too’ Russ signed.

“Make that three!” You said quickly, not wanting to continue awkward conversation.

“Wait, Y/n!” Cinnabar called, and you pretended to ignore him.

Now in the kitchen, you smell something good. It makes you smile and get a little excited in anticipation. You were guessing Blue cooked today, he was making progress. Your relearning-how-to-cook lessons with him have most certainly paid off.

One of your first experiences with this merry band of bones was tacos with half salmonella ridden, have charcoal ground beef that had glitter and sugar in them. Fascinatingly enough, the sugar was added deliberately for a “ORIGINAL SWING ON THE CLASSIC TACO!” as Blue stated at the time. “Original swing” couldn’t describe what the taste was. What’s even more fascinating is that all your other roommates that enjoyed cooking were the same way! You didn’t know how they survived before you came along, you needed to get the details one day.

“What was on the menu for tonight, Russ?”

‘Premade over baked pizzas, it was a lazy sunday’ He shifted his shoulders a little, usual straight face cracking a smirk as if he was giggling. You nodded in response, opening the oven to see three piping hot pizzas. God did they smell divine.

Each of you grabbed an oven mitt and took one out, taking them back to the dining room. You quickly ran back, putting away your oven mitts. Sprinting back to the dining room to dig in, you sat back down in your seat with a carnivorous look to you. You snatched the first slice(s) and began eating, not even noticing the concerned and even disgusted looks you got from your friends.

Soon, conversation began to bubble up around the room, and now out of your food hungry stupor, you payed attention.

“I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU ALL… I HATE PEPPERONI,” Blue declared, actively taking it off from his slices.

“how can someone hate pepperoni…” Stretch looked at him with a thousand yard stare.

Sans, nodded, dousing his pizza in a mountain of ketchup. “gonna have to agree with stretch there, blue.”

“BROTHER, YOU HAVE NO GROUNDS TO TALK WITH YOUR… INTERESTING TASTES…” Papyrus judged, looking down at his plate with scrutiny.

“you haven’t even tried it bro, it helps me relish the flavor.”

Papyrus began groaning, along with Cinnabar, Blue, and Edge. While Sans himself, Stretch, Red, and Russ could only giggle. You found yourself standing in the middle when it came to puns, sometimes they were stupid, sometimes they were the funniest thing in the world. But right now, you were so tired that laughing seemed to contain too much energy that you just didn’t have.

“BEFORE HE GOES ON A PUN RUN, HOW WAS EVERYONE’S DAY?”

“Russ Said ‘did you just say pun run?’” Cinnabar recited for his brother.

“YES! NOW ANYWAYS—“

Stretch giggled. “heheh, ‘pun run’. you’re too funny, bro.”

Blue stared at him with annoyance.

“sorry” Stretch scratched the back of his vertebrae.

“my day was wonderful, thanks fer asking,” red smirked

Edge frowned, throwing his arms up. “BUT YOU JUST LAID AROUND ALL DAY AND DID NOTHING!”

Red, opens his mouth to take a bite from his now fourth slice. “exafly.” He replies, food in his mouth, earning him a few disgusted looks.

“What Did You Do Today Y/n?” Cinnabar smiled at you, looking expectant.

Awww man, you were enjoying the banter. They all turned the heads to look at you at the same time, it was kinda freaky. You could at least admire the manners. “Uhhm, not much to say honestly. Oh except my manager is like an asshole, but you guys have already—“

“NO SWEARING AT THE DINNER TABLE!” Papyrus corrected.

“oh cmon papyrus, we’re not five. i think some cuss words wouldn’t hurt.” Stretch rolled his eye lights.

“OH SHUT UP STRETCH, IT’S INDECENT AND YOU KNOW IT!” Edge pointed a phalange at him accusingly.

“it should only be indecent when used in a irresponsible way. plus, would you rather hear asshole or butthole?”

“‘the latter makes me cringe personally.’ Agreed Brother! No Offense To Your Human Body Part, Y/n.” Cinnabar reassured, making you chuckle a little bit. These guys were hilarious.

“Well, as you guys are talking about assholes—“ Papyrus groaned “—I’m going to go to sleep, it’s late and I have school tomorrow.” You remark, getting out your seat and getting your plate.

“GOOD NIGHT!” Blue exclaimed.

‘sleep well, y/n.’ Russ signed.

“yeah what they said,” Sans chuckled, everyone nodding in agreement.

With that, you walk to the kitchen, hearing conversation continue behind you as your place your plate in the sink. Placing your hands in your pocket, you traverse upstairs going past the foyer and walking upstairs. Your room is at the very end of the hallway, feeling far away now that your sleepiness and the introduction of food to your body has combined.

Reaching your room, you close the door and start changing into your sleep wear. You relished the soft feeling of the fabric on you, making you feel calm. You make sure to plug your device(s) for the night, before hitting the hay. Now climbing into bed, you lay there, closing your eyes.

In a very frustrating turn of events, your mind wont turn off and you can’t go to sleep. You feel wide awake and are just waiting for that wave of sleepiness to come back. After a few moments, you can slowly see your thoughts going slower and slower as the need for sleep slowly creeps back in. You drift into a deep sleep…

Knock Knock Knock

You groan, shifting positions in your bed to face the door. “Yes?”

You hear someone enter your room, opening your eyes you come in contact with Cinnabar. You sit up, “What’s up?”

“Oh! Sorry I Hope I Didn’t Disrupt Any Sleeping!”

“It’s fine,” you exhale, waking yourself up.

“Okay, I Just Wanted To Talk To You About That Thing You Said Earlier.” He furrows his brows in worry.

Oh jeez…

“Have You Really Never Experienced A Meal With Others Before?”

You look to the side, frowning. You hear a sigh.

“Ah Nevermind The Question, I Just Want You To Understand Something…”

You turn back to look at him expectantly, watching him walk towards you and sit beside you on your bed. “This Is Your Home Now, And When As Long As You’re With Us, Especially Me, You Will Never Be Alone. —I-I Mean Eat Alone, Yes, Eat!” He cleared his throat.

You smiled, feeling that familiar lump in your throat rise to the occasion. You lean into hug him. “Thank you, I really appreciate that,” you whisper where his ear would be.

Cinnabar, surprised at first, quickly reciprocates the hug. You could feel him being to smile as he leaned into the crook of your neck. “Anytime, Dear.”

You break the hug, Cinnabar seemed reluctant to let go but did regardless. Continuing to smile, he got up from your bed. “Good Night, Y/n.” He walked to the door, turning the doorknob and stepping out, “Dream Sweet Dreams.” He softly closed the door.

Laying back down in your bed, you couldn’t help but feel a wetness form from your eyes. Turning to look up at the ceiling, you take a deep breath.

“This is my home,” you repeat, putting a hand over your chest.

You can’t help but feel elated.

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BEGINNING | Next Chapter

#x reader #writing stuff #undertale #undertale au #fanfic #sans au #sans undertale #underfell #underswap #fellswap gold #sans x reader #papyrus #papyrus x reader #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #underfell sans #underfell papyrus #fellswap gold sans #fellswap gold papyrus #fanfiction #my loves #first chapter #OH&WLB #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

[angelltheninth]

You're one of my favorite smut writers for Arcane here. Your fics and headcanons are so damn hot, they have me go feral every time. Finn especially unlocks something for me. I know that he's bad but it's a sexy kind of bad you know? I'm usually not this forward but really need him to fuck my face until he comes in my mouth. The man is nasty he'd probably not even wait until he gets behind closed doors.

Anon you are full horny on main for him aren't you? Not shaming, I like it. Embrace it even.

Pairing: Finn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hallway blowjobs, rough oral sex, slapping, cum swallowing, degradation, free use, brothels, public blowjob, power dynamic (use of Master a few times), Finn does not care who sees it

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: This was so damn filthy to write I need a shower after it.

Finn was one of those men who had a reputation around the brothel. He liked it hard, he liked it loud, he liked it fast, he liked it whenever and wherever he could get it. And there was one special woman he liked all of those things with. So you knew, when Finn came by you were in for a lot of fucking.

You were in the middle of talking to a co-worker when you heard the familiar clicking of his fingers against his golden jaw. It was like a calling card for you, a series of sounds that made you wet just because you knew what was waiting for you. In your scantly clad outfit it wasn't hard to notice either.

Your friend gave you a little kiss and tap on the cheek and wished you luck. That was silly, you knew exactly what you were in for. Finn was rough but he was never forceful towards you. Not when you didn't ask him to be.

He welcomed you striding towards him with open arms, a knowing smile on his face which only got wider when you threw your arms around him with no hesitation and kissed him, "Did my babygirl miss me?" He asked, gloved hands traveling up and down your body appreciatively.

You nodded, "You should know by now that I did."

"Mhm, no one fucks you as good as I do, do they? I know exactly what you want, when you want it." You gasped as you felt his fingers travel down your back, move your panties to the side and pass through your wetness, "Dripping wet pussy already. Did you not get any dick at all? My poor girl, I'll give you what you need." Two fingers teased you until you buckled against them, hiding your face in his jacket.

"T-Then, let's go. Please take good care of me Master." The use of the title earned you a firm slap on the ass, only encouraging you to keep going, "Finn I..." You bit your lip, not sure if he wanted to hear you being sappy right now.

"Yes kitten? What is it?" His lips smiled against your ear, the cool metal pressing against warm flesh.

"For tonight, you can handle me however you want." It was a simple request yet it send blood rushing straight to his dick, making it tent in his pants, "Use me." You whispered against his neck, the sweet scent of the brothel mixing with his slightly metallic one, driving you crazy in your effort to be closer to him.

You expected him to drag you off into the nearest empty room, push you down with your ass in the air and start hammering his cock in your cunt until you wept. It wasn't what happened, instead it was much dirtier.

He turned you around, your back hitting the wall, almost knocking down a photo and rolled his hips into yours a few times before pushing you to your knees, "So you wanna be treated like a free use slut? Shame, I wanted to be a little more gentle today, but the pussy wants what the pussy wants.

Your eyes widened, pupils expanding as you placed kiss after delicate kiss on his bulge. Nimble fingers undid his belt and pants, your hand pumping his hard cock as soon as it was free.

"Ah-ah babygirl. Inside. Now. Show me what I've been missing." His hand gripped the base of his cock, the other pushed your head to the wall and then towards his cock, "Rather let me show you what you've been missing." He huffed out when his cock was met with the familiar pressure of your tongue.

You hummed at the idea of it, being his and only his to fuck for how ever long he wanted. Being told what to do, not needed to think, only needing to obey and please him. You would do your upmost best to do it too.

Finn's cock twitched against your tongue, the broad head leaving a stripe of white pre-cum along your tongue as he moved his hips back and forth, his feet firmly planted in front of you, his jacket creating a small curtain so if anyone were to pass by they wouldn't be able to see every detail of the act.

"Your lips feel tighter then usual. Is this a turn on for you? Having your face fucked where people can see just how much you're enjoying it. Need to give the people around here a visual sample of what they could have." He smiled down at you, taking in the sight of your lips swollen around his cock, your eyes glossy and dark, "Moan louder bitch, let them all hear what you sound like with your mouthful of cock."

You didn't need to be ordered twice, you relaxed your throat more and leaned further in, almost lip as you let out a string of absolutely sinful noises accompanied by the fast slapping of Finn's heavy balls against your chin.

"Fuck I missed that perfect little mouth of yours kitten. You ruined me you know that? I can jerk off like a madman and its not anywhere close to what you can do with your mouth and cunt. You did that. You and these slutty holes you have. Today, I'm gonna make good use of them." His thrusting became erratic, head pressed against the wall and jaw clenched tight, "Swallow it. I don't wanna see one drop of cum escape, is that understood?"

You couldn't give him a verbal reply so you decided to speed up the process by tapping and licking along the hole on his cockhead, ready to catch all of his cum as soon as he let it out.

"Good girl, you're such a good slut." Finn's hips stilled with one last push as he emptied his balls down your throat, his breathing deep, and a tiny bit shaky, "I said all of it."

"Thank you Master." You said catching your breath and kissing along the side of his cock, "I'm glad I could please you." He smiled and leaned your head against his stomach as Finn chuckled and petted your head. He helped you stand up and hugged you tight, hand flying over your mouth, two fingers pushing inside and his mouth pressed against your neck, surprising you. You saw a masked individual walk by, sparing you a glance before they chuckled and shook their head towards an empty room.

"Keep walking." Finn growled in their direction, which only made them chuckle louder and continue on their way.

"My, who knew you'd be so defensive over me." You saw him roll his eyes at the statement, not wanting to acknowledge it further. These moments of protectiveness were rare, but very welcome. "We should get a room though. Unless you want everyone here to see just how much of a dirty slut I can be for you?" You dragged your lips across his chest tattoo's and hooked your leg around his hip.

He grunted, "I'll keep that in mind for next time. For now I want you to be my dirty little slut and mine alone." As if he wasn't just balls deep down your throat. In a last ditch effort to shut you up he pressed his lips against yours, tasting himself on your tongue while he back you up into the empty room and locked the door behind the two of you.

#arcane #arcane x reader #finn #finn x reader #arcane imagines #arcane smut #arcane fanfic #arcane scenarios #finn imagine #finn smut #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends x female reader #league of legends smut #league of legends imagine #league of legends fanfiction

[c0ffeecr0w]

Just gonna share some of my headcanons, mainly for the 16 - 22 year old highschool/college versions of the main 4/5 but also for their canon age version as well. I took some of @rottrottencorpse's SP HCs cuz I thought they fit so well

Here's what I have so far:

Stan is bisexual, Kyle is biro-asexual (gay pref), Cartman is gay (closeted), Kenny is panro-hetero and Butters is bicurious

Stan, Kenny and Butters have blue eyes with Butters' being sky blue, Kyle has green, Cartman has heterochromatic (brown and blue)

Kenny and Cartman are Genderfluid, both having masculine and feminine identities. Kenny goes by He/She/They pronouns but normally goes by He/Him, while Cartman goes by He/She, mainly He/Him as well unless in feminine clothing (and Transginger)

Stan has Spanish/Iberian roots, given from Randy. He sometimes gets called greaseball by Cartman but mostly as a joke (his hair isn't greasy anyway)

Cartman and Stan hang out together on weekends when Kyle isn't around or have nothing else to do. They get along well together

Stan's dog Sparky is a Staffordshire Terrier and American Bulldog mix. He still has him, though he likes to hang out with Big Gay Al usually. He still likes Stan though

Cartman is the shortest out of the gang (5'5) while Kyle is the tallest (6'2) while Stan (5'9) and Kenny (5'11) are somewhere in between

Cartman and Butters both love Disney films

Eric has a soft spot for cats and dinosaurs

Kenny does Karen's hair while she paints his nails for him (Butters taught her)

He also loves Fast and breakfast foods, pancakes especially

Kenny smokes the most out of the gang, from nicotine to marijuana, Stan and Eric occasionally, Kyle doesn't, Butters would be easily peer pressured to do it though

He doesn't do substances around Karen

Stan listens to Alt Rock, Emo, Grunge and Metal (most subgenres), hates Dubstep. Kyle listens to Classical and The Cure. Eric has his Spotify playlist filled with Pop music. Kenny is a Grunger and Nu Metalhead, loves Nirvana and Limp Bizkit, though he likes plenty of different music. Butters probably likes Pop and Eurodance, the happy, cheesy kind. Stuff you'd here on DDR basically

Kenny plays with Karen when she wants to, sometimes Butters plays dolls with her too

Stan binge eats when depressed/stressed. He's gained a bit of chub because of it aside from his sluggishness when high or tired. It isn't noticeable in his usual jacket or in baggy clothes

Kenny has a job that he works at in the summer. He spends a bit of his money on either for his home or for Karen. 60% of his money is given by Butters

Stan has a slight crush on Kyle, though they both see each other as mostly best friends

Butters and Kenny both love each other platonically and romantically.

Butters is a pro at DDR. Kenny sucks at it but plays it with Butters anyway when at the arcade

Stan is still with Wendy, both have gone over their on and off relationship and managed to become better. He's in a poly relationship with her and Kyle since Wendy is polyamorous

Kyle is from Irish-Polish descent. Irish from Sheila's side, Polish from Gerald's side

Stan and Kenny are smoke and music buddies. They both nearly have the same music taste

Eric, Kenny and Butters still have their superhero characters, though all of them LARP as their superhero and fantasy characters

Stan is an alcoholic and stoner. He doesn't go to the point where he abuses it but he usually drinks a can/bottle or 2 a day

Stan is an animal lover but mostly loves big dogs

He also plays the guitar, mainly because of playing Guitar Hero that inspired him

Kyle is germophobic. He hates pee (canonically), anybody sneezing/coughing on him or even a drop of spit getting on him while one is talking

Cartman is most likely the one who'd blast music in the car at full volume

Kyle is more outdoorsy than Stan and would go have walk in the woods

Kenny is a skater boy

Has piercings on his nose and ears, dragon tattoos on arm and back

Also loves Horror and action movies

Stan sucks at iceskating or skating in general, though Wendy is sweet enough to help him out

Butters works at a diner, which Kenny meets him at often. Butters would give him either a hot dog, pancakes or anything he'd like

Kenny has a crush on Butters, which Butters is aware of. Both are real sweethearts to each other

Kyle enjoys writing stories and poetry. He sometimes shares some to Stan, Kenny and Wendy

Kenny is more of a foodie than the rest of the gang. He even eats more than Cartman does (Jk, not pokin fun at his weight)

Kyle hates his hair but Stan would hate it if he would cut it off

Kenny is still Mysterion. No one knows it's him except for his friends. Due to him being up at night, he sleeps a lot in class. Total night owl

Kyle is a A+ student, who Kenny leans onto due to him failing math. He's nice enough to help him out

Stan would be the one who'd sneak in a hip flask at school just in case he gets depressed, though it'd affect his focus if he drinks too much. Despite that, he's a B+ student. Great at art and History

Cartman is a B- student, he sometimes slacks off, texting or watching YouTube videos on his phone. Great in Spanish and English

He and Kenny would be ones who'd pack plenty of snacks. Kenny would be sweet enough to share a bag of chips or 2 while Cartman just hoards it all, especially for Kyle. Though exceptions are for Stan, Kenny and Butters, maybe Clyde too

Kenny is a C grade student. He sucks at math and History but nails science and art

Stan has had moments where he'd get drunk at prom night or in class

Even though he struggles with depression and alcohol, he's such a sweetheart teddy bear

Kenny hides his playboys and cig packs under his mattress in case Karen finds them in his room

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♡ Eddie Munson random headcanons ♡

Random headcanons - in some of them the reader is mentioned and it can be read as gender neutral, romantic or platonic. (No use of Y/N)

Contents and warnings: nothing really :) maybe a little bity if fluff. (664 words)

A/N: i’ve been collecting these in my journal in the past few days, beacuse yes, sometimes i write by hand about a man in my journal like an infatuated 19th century woman! Some are quite long, more like short drabbles. (English is not my first language so be kind :))

Eddie loves when his friends and partner give him drawings or little notes. He acts cool when he gets them, because they're often for the d&d campaign or they’re simple christmas cards, but then reads them when he’s alone in his room, smiling to himself. He keeps them in a shoebox and hangs up on his walls the drawings he likes most. (OMG if he ever met Will! !! Aaaahhh)

THRIFT KING. He spends the money he makes by dealing on music gear, so he has a limited budget for stuff like clothes. He's been doing it for a while now so he has a precise itinerary of thrift stores around Hawkins, fidelity cards, and all. He even once did that thing of hiding a jacket he wanted between other clothes and came back the next day with enough money to buy it. When he comes back, he puts on a little fashion show for you and explains in detail how he’s going to modify the clothes to match his style. (We’ve all seen those pictures of Joseph Quinn trying the different versions of the costume. That's the vibe. Chaos basically. )

Every Christmas and birthday he gets his uncle a new hat and has been since he was in elementary school. It turned into a tradition and now uncle Wayne proudly displays his collection in the trailer living room (you can actually see them in the show in the background and in that backstage tour of the van)

When he’s having a tough day, he goes to skull rock with his walkman and/or a book. He likes the walk from and to his house the most, it’s an opportunity to clear his mind and spend some time alone. He's been doing it for a few years and more than once he had to go back home because the spot was already taken by a couple. He didn’t know him personally yet, but at least twice the rock was occupied by Steve and the girl he was going out with at that time.

He read in a magazine that some metal band members use women’s perfume as an act of rebellion and provocation. So, he bought one and wears it, hoping that if anyone smells it they think it rubbed off a girl he was with, instead of making fun of him.

Asks you to help him collect bottle caps, can tabs and safety pins to make diy pins. He always makes an extra few to give you as a thank you.

Kind of an arsonist, out of curiosity though. He just has to set fire to different small objects and materials. He knows they will just burn but what if this time something else happens, doesn’t even think about how the something else might be something dangerous, like a small explosion or toxic fumes.

He has an ever-changing, but very detailed list of tattoos and piercings to get in the future. Yes, it includes at least one nipple piercing and a tramp stamp. He says it's not a tramp stamp, but the position and design say otherwise.

His weirdly specific childhood interest was Norse mythology. He still remembers some very specific events and details and adapts them to put in the D&D campaigns. Just imagine the joy of little Eddie learning there was a god of mischief!? It took him a while to spell mischief correctly but he got there.

When you spend the night at his and have breakfast together, he insists on doing stupid stuff, and you have to go along even if you’re still waking up. You have to throw him cheerios, because it’s fundamental to know how many he can catch with his mouth at 9 in the morning on a Friday. And you have to pour him maple syrup on the pancakes, and also directly in his mouth still full of cereals, because he doesn’t want to get his fingers sticky.

Eddie hates the feeling of stepping on anything like sand, grass or rocks barefoot, so when you go to Lovers' lake, he jumps on strangers' towels on his way to and from the water.

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Thoughts on everyone’s favourite Christmas/Yuletide/winter solstice gift? ( either cannon era or modern times)

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This is interesting to think about... so let's think about it!!

Arthur's is definitely something sappy that Merlin got him one year, not that he'd EVER tell Merlin that. Either something that Merlin found in the castle that belonged to Arthur's mother (like at the end of Marksman!Merlin), or something really small; handmade but thoughtful. A ring or a chain for his neck or something; he either had Gwen teach him how to forge simple things and figured it out from there, using pieces of scrap metal that the forge can't really use (meaning whatever he makes is actually worth quite a bit, overall, not that Merlin intends that, or is even aware of it), OR he makes something with his magic post reveal. Arthur wears whatever it is practically everyday, and Merlin only points it out on days the two of them are being particularly... friendly.

Merlin's is probably something from his mother or Gwen. Arthur like... tries? And it's adorable?? But he normally just buys things because he's terrible at being creative/making things, and as much as Merlin treasure the new boots or jacket or whatever, the hand sewn, hand embroidered neckerchief from Gwen, or the little package of treats that you can only find in Ealdor that his mum sent, are treasured just a little bit more. Arthur is not bitter about this. Not at all.

Morgana's is probably also something from Gwen. It'll be a small trinket, a little hairpin or bracelet that she picked up from a travelling merchant and personalised herself. Morgana will wear it at every opportunity, and definitely finds herself buying/commissioning clothes in certain colours so that she can wear it more often.

Gwaine got a personalised water skin. Of course what he actually puts in it is booze, but that was intentional on the gifter's part (Elyan probably, or whoever in the group is least against his drinking lol). It has his name embroidered on it all nicely. Gwaine gets to have something that feels kind of nice and posh, without feeling like he's a noble again, because he fills it with ale or liquor.

Gwen’s is either something from one of her parents, likely her mother, from a long time ago that she cherishes, OR it’ll be something super sappy from Merlin. I reckon Merlin, in his hopeless romantic (even in his platonic relationships) way, collects a little group of all the types of flowers Gwen has given him over the years and dries and presses them to make something nice. Probably just something decorative that she can put on a wall or use as a bookmark, but it’s a symbol of their friendship that she hadn’t even considered that important, but Merlin evidently had, and she LOVES it.

Leon’s is something meaningful, or stupid. He’s technically a Lord, so no one bothers buying him anything valuable because it’s kind of pointless, so it’s either something really thoughtful and handmade, or a joke gift that he adores. I reckon from Gwaine. Yeah. Gwaine got him something absolutely ridiculously stupid one year—I’m thinking a handstitched (by Gwaine, so it’s legitimately terrible) handkerchief that says “To Mother, happy Yule (or Birthday/Christmas/whatever), love from the problem child” —and Leon carries it EVERYWHERE.

Elyan’s is something that used to belong to his father, given to him by Gwen a couple of years after he came home. He knows it took a little while for Gwen to forgive him for leaving, so the gift is important on multiple levels. Firstly, Gwen personally letting go of something that belonged to the father she lost is a pretty big sacrifice on her part, secondly, it’s like she’s forgiving him from going and finally just accepting that he’s back and part of the family again, and thirdly, it’s something from his father... who he misses terribly and has a lot of unsolved issues with.

Percival... maybe something from his family before they died? Something small and cheap and in bad shape, but whatever it is, it’s important on so many levels and he’ll never get rid of it. It’s kept very secret and safe and private, but he won’t lie if someone were to find it and ask what it is/why he keeps it.

Lancelot’s is probably something from Merlin? It’ll be something so silly and pointless, but with a lot of meaning behind it. Maybe something from Frankia? Lance hasn’t been home in so many years, and Merlin manages to do some trading with some, luckily clueless, travelling merchants who didn’t know that the herbs/candied fruits/wine/whatever only came from Frankia, and were worth quite a bit more than the dozen eggs and handful of coppers Merlin had given them as payment.

Gaius.... something from his sister maybe? Hunith sends him a sketch she did of them and their parents, or half of a blanket they used to share when they were kids, something super sentimental like that. No one knows he owns it, he keeps it in a crate under his bed and only ever takes it out when it’s been a tough week.

Mordred’s will definitely be something from his family. They’ve all gone now, all quite traumatically, but when back with Iseldir he gets given a memento as a gift the next Yule/birthday, to make him feel better, something small that had belonged to his parents before everything went to shit. A specific mortar bowl, a herb jar, a pocket knife, something mundane and boring that his parents never considered important, that would normally never be gift material.

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This has been half finished in my drafts for MONTHS so I’m glad I finally forced myself to finish it lol, I hope you enjoyed it anon, if you stuck around long enough to read it😅!

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