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🖤Fairy Tail

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🖤My Hero Academia

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King/Arber/Alber Headcannons [GN!reader]

Summary: none

CW: different King headcannon than you might be used to?

A/N: none

Many assume that King is hard, rough on the edges. He’s like that in general, of course. But I think he’s softer than people believe in love.

Cause think about it. A man like him doesn’t fall easily. The only person who’s ever gotten close to him was Kaido, and King is loyal to him above all. Even his own crewmates hardly hold a flame.

So, naturally, you would have had to do something extra spectacular for this man. Give him something Kaido couldn’t. Like, just in example of what I’m thinking, information on his Lunarian race you may have gotten from the government, or poneglyphs. Information if anyone is left, etc.

After that point? You become very, very important to him. He’s gentle with you. You’re not Kaido, the strongest creature in the world. You’re human. He’s 20 ft, and you’re somewhere between 4-6 feet. Therefore, he tries his best to be gentle with you, a foreign concept.

How would he ask you out? I imagine he’d gift you things. Perhaps flowers native to Wano. Or the finest fabrics he can find. He’d do something between formerly asking to court you, or straight up saying, “You are mine now. You are under my protection. Understand?”

He’d be extremely protective, possibly bordering on controlling. If it were up to him, you’d stay locked away, protected from the horrors of the world you’d seen time and time again.

Touch is a foreign concept to him, naturally. So, when you first touch him, he’d probably stiffen and warily stare (feels like glaring) as you do it. But, he trusts you, so he lets you do your thing (in private only).

He’s not one for dates. Not wining or dining. Perhaps bringing you to a private spa, or a dinner alone. But, count your blessings.

[wigglesdtuff]

Gimme a break!!

[the-black-bulls]

Yami: Long time no see, Nacht.

Nacht: Yami.

Yami: You still say it the same way. Astonishment mixed with a hint of dread, yet... with a hopeful finish.

[check-ur-squad]

Fuegoleon Vermillion in Black Clover Mobile: Rise of the Wizard King

[cygni-cygni]

Oh my GOD

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Welcome to the dark side! Here we write 400k fanfics about characters that even the show couldn't bother for more than the bare minimum on top of the 80k AUs and characterization fics and the general brainrot that consumes us at 3 am

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This man is such an asshole but GOD DAMN IS HE FINE. He’s fine as FUCK. Clean ass mf. Sharp. Elvis-ass haircut. Damn bro

[prompt-heaven]

the ultimate list of AUs, kinks and tropes to inspire you for kinktober 

some of these are darker in nature since that is fitting for the spooky season. 

AUs

academic / teacher / professor / tutor 

addams family

babysitter / nanny

bartender

biker

bodyguard

bonnie and clyde

bounty hunter

boxer 

camp counselor

circus / carnival

cult 

demon / angel

fairytale retelling

fantasy 

farmer

firefighter

guardian angel 

historical 

hybrid

mafia / mob 

magic 

maid / butler 

mechanic 

modern 

monster / mythology / supernatural

paranormal investigator 

pirate / mermaid

post-apocalyptic

priest

prison

rockstar 

royalty

serial killer

sex worker / porn / camgirl/boy / stripper 

slasher

soulmate

spy / secret agent

steampunk / cyber punk

sugar daddy

tattoo artist 

time travel

treasure hunter 

vampire

werewolf 

wild west

TROPES

a/b/o

against a wall 

age gap

amnesia / memory loss

anonymous sex

balcony sex

boss x employee 

brothers best friend / dad’s best friend (dbf)

car sex

cheating

clothed sex

comforting sex

coworkers to lovers

cursed / fuck or die / sex pollen

dark / soft!dark

enemies to lovers

exes to lovers

fake relationship

forbidden romance

friends to lovers

friends with benefits

game gone wrong

hate sex / make-up sex

huddle for warmth

just the tip

library sex

loss of virginity

mirror sex

neighbours to lovers 

only one bed

opposites attract

period sex

pool / hot tub sex

predator / prey

professor x student

public / semi-public sex

revenge sex

reverse harem

romantic sex

roommates to lovers

rough sex

seduction

sex in an alley

sex in exchange for a favour

sex while camping

shower / bath sex

stalker

stepcest

table sex

unrequited love

yandere

KINKS

aftercare

anal 

begging

being recorded / taking pictures

body worship

dom / sub / bondage / bdsm / shibari

breath play / choking

cheating

cockwarming

corruption kink 

costumes / uniforms

creampie / breeding / forced breeding

cuckolding

cum in panties

cumplay

cunnilingus / face sitting / rimming / blowjob / deep throating / gagging

dacryphillia

dirty talk / voice kink

double penetration / double penetration in one hole 

dry humping / thigh riding 

dubcon / noncon / cnc / drugging

dumbification

exhibitionism / voyeurism

fingering

fisting

flashing 

food play 

footjob 

forced orgasm

formal wear 

free use

glory hole

glove kink 

hand kink

handjob 

hole inspection

humiliation / degradation

hunter / prey

impact play / spanking / whipping / hair pulling / pain kink

jealousy / sharing / possessive

knife kink / gun kink

lingerie / stockings / socks

massage

masturbation / caught masturbating / mutual masturbation

medical kink

monsterfucking / tentacles

multiple orgasms

orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging

threesome / orgy / gangbang

partner swap 

pegging

piercings

pillow humping

praise kink 

premature ejaculation / cuming untouched

pussyjob

roleplay

role reversal

ruined orgasm / cuming without permission

sensory deprivation 

sexting / phone sex 

facial / swallowing / bukakke

size kink / size difference / belly bulge

skirt stays on

somnophilia / getting fucked to sleep

spit kink

squirting

stripping / lap dance

teasing 

temperature play

thigh fucking

throat training

titty fucking

toys / object insertion 

OTHER PROMPTS

a ritual gone wrong 

a string of unexplained deaths

a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right

alian abduction 

art come to life

basement wife 

being paralysed 

blackmail 

caught trespassing on private property

college party gone wrong

crazy ex

curiosity killed the cat

fate worse than death

final girl

getting stranded in a little town that’s not as wholesome as it seems

ghostface

halloween party

haunted house / abandoned house 

haunted object 

hitch-hiking gone wrong

hot neighbour that has an obsession with you

i was sent here to assassinate you but now i think i might be in love with you

Items moving and/or going missing

i’ll find you in every universe / century

kidnapping

lost in a maze

mad scientist 

magical healing 

marriage / wedding / arranged marriage/ forced marriage 

mind control / telepathy

mirrors playing tricks on the mind

oh, you had a long day? use me as your personal sex toy in order to unwind

oops, i summoned a demon 

oops, i’m dating a serial killer

playing games (like seven minutes in heaven, spin the bottle, hide and seek, etc.) but they have a slutty/dark twist to them

possession (ghost or demon)

power outage

ritual / sacrifice / blood magic

road trip

secret room

serial killers fucking in front of hostages

stalker landlord

stalker wearing the same costume as your partner 

stockholm syndrome

the return of a villain thought dead

torture

toxic frat boy

waking up from strange dreams and seeing bruises and marks on your skin that correspond exactly with the dream you just woke from

we’re the last people on the planet and you will be mine

you wake up strapped to a table just as a fuck machine is turned on

[cygni-cygni]

Playing Favorites

Crocodile x F!reader drabble

Summary: you reunite with your favorite warlord

CW: she/her pronouns used, implication of a maneater reader

A/N: erm its been a while 😣

Heaving a long, smoky sigh, Crocodile finally got into his quiet office. He may have been a pirate, but he was also a businessman at heart. Which meant that more often than not, he was busy. Busy arranging things, busy with Shichibukai work, busy with Baroque Works, busy managing his casino. But, it was all for the greater good.

He went to pour himself a cold one. And then, a scent wafted through the air. A familiar scent. Quickly, his golden hook detaches from him. It points at her throat, a bead of blood dripping down her pretty neck he’s decorated with his lips more than once. His eyes narrow.

“Mrs. (L/n)…” He huffs, lighting a new cigar, before his cold eyes take her appearance in. Her painted lips curve upwards in that minx-like smirk. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Her lips curve down in a pout as she removes the hook from her neck. She circles around him like a cat, her hand brushing his broad shoulders.

“Aw… must you be so formal? Can I not visit my favorite warlord?” She asks smoothly, smirking up at him. Though, her smirk is replaced with a slight grimace as he purposely blows smoke in her face.

“I thought such a title went to Mihawk?”

“Hm… he is a very charming man. But a bit too… cold…”

Crocodile scoffs. “More than me?”

“More than even you, yes.” She brushes her hand down his jacket.

Yes, Crocodile was a busy man. A very busy man. His job made sure of it. His duties made sure of it.

And so did this woman…

But of course… he could always make time for her…

[lirathy]

Im not okay….

[xenarts]

Nozel Silva

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hello! I have been a long time fan of your work but finally got the courage to send a request. Could your write headcannons/scenario or whatever you like about about Nozel who has a crush on reader and reader really likes him back but she compares herself to Acier and doesn't think she is good enough for him and house Silva. Nozel thinks she does not return his feelings until he figures it out or finds out how she feels from someone else. I think it will be really sweet to see Nozel overcome his insecurities and comfort reader's as well.

Hiya~! ^^

I have seen you regularly in my notes, and am glad to hear that you've been enjoying my work. I know I took more than my sweet time with this, but I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless ^^

Pairing: Nozel Silva x f!reader

Genre: Hurt-comfort

Fanfic type: Oneshot (from Nozel's and reader's pov)

Length: ~2,0k

Content: Themes of self-doubt (on both reader's and Nozel's part), some crying, Nozel being hesitant, well, Nozel being Nozel (does that count?? he's not exactly the best when it comes to comforting, but he tries!), Nozel comforts reader, semi-open ending (future of the relationship isn't properly established), but still, a happy ending, a hug with Nozel

Nozel sat by his desk, late at night, accompanied by nothing else than the candle on his desk. Its flame vibrated with each breath he made, not that he noticed it. The flutter and the dance of the source of light that, no matter how small and tender, was as if alive, and cast its light onto the desk and the room.

But his eyes did not see it. His senses paid no mind to it as his mind was engulfed into other things. The events of the day. Which... did not make sense.

Or they did, and they didn’t.

For quite some time he had known that most women in the kingdom would pledge themselves to him, as his partner, if he only mentioned it. Not because they loved him, but because of his status. And wealth.

There was a sickening aftertaste to the thought, but... it was a fact. Most would gladly welcome his advances just because of... who he was, on paper; the merits, the name, and the titles. Not because of who he was as a person. Which was why he had never before pursued anyone. He simply couldn’t have trusted most with their genuine emotions when it came to himself.

Until he had met you.

He was sure that you weren’t untruthful with your interactions, conversations, smiles and laughs with him. Oh no. You were being honest with him.

Your strength, your grace, and your... entire being... were genuine. Which was one of the reasons, or so he presumed, why he had fallen in love with you.

After much deliberation, he was sure, and had admitted it to himself, that he did, in fact, love you. And thus, he had sent the flowers, along with a card, as a setting for asking you to accompany him to a restaurant on the following day, for dinner.

But... Well, he hadn’t been sure of... what to expect. He had hoped that you’d accept. He had hoped that you’d... maybe look surprised at first, but that you would have accepted.

But you didn’t.

You had told him that unfortunately you were busy. That your schedule was quite packed.

The conversation had been brief, but he could recognize excuses when he heard them.

And so, he took the hint.

You weren’t interested in him.

And so... he found himself wondering, if he really was that unlovable. Which would be his own doing, not yours, of course but...

He couldn’t shake the thoughts, and the nagging feeling of ... loneliness.

And I dared to... hope that she’d... he managed to think before closing his eyes, and letting a heavy breath flow past his lips.

Perhaps it’d be better to not dwell on those emotions, for the night. He still had a lot of work to complete.

----

The ceiling of your bedroom was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the silver moon and the stars outside of your bedroom. The air was still, but light. And no sound disturbed the moment, the room and the space which seemed untouched by even time itself.

And in that room, you wondered about what... what he might see in you.

Sure, you seemed to have a lot easier time conversing with him than most, you were not blind to the fact. And you did care for him. You really, really did.

Your heart ached for him in a way that you couldn’t explain, which was why, when he had asked, it had felt as if your body was screaming for you to accept the request. Accept a dream come true; a dream that you hadn’t really even dared to hope.

But... another thought, though spoken with a much more quiet tone from the back of your head, which seemed to whisper: ‘Will you be good enough? Are you sure that you’re good enough?’

And... was someone really good enough to marry into a family that was still known for someone like Acier Silva?

She had been strong, beautiful and gentle. She had been someone that was still known to be the grace and gem of the House of Silva. Someone who wasn’t weak, no matter how you chose to see it.

But you... when you started to think about it, list every insecurity you had... Well... Could you really follow in the footsteps of someone like her?

Not many could but... maybe someone might.

However, that someone... wasn’t you. You were far away from the pristine knight and woman that had been Acier. It was clear as day to you.

And so... you had to wonder what exactly Nozel had seen in you.

But whatever it was, was a fallacy. You were convinced of it.

So... no matter how much your heart wept at the moment, of which spoke the glistening tears that climbed into your eyes, it had been your ... responsibility to... not lead him into thinking that you might be something more than... whatever it was that he thought you to be.

No matter how painful it might have been... you felt that you... owed it. To someone. Maybe yourself. To shield yourself from first daring to hope that you might be enough for him, and then... only find yourself getting your heart broken. So, it was better to just... deal with the pain, now, than some time in the future.

Which was why you rolled onto your side, in your bed, and squeezed your eyes shut as a quiet sob broke past your lips.

---

“I heard that you asked someone out for a date,” Nebra had commented during afternoon tea before Solid had arrived.

Nozel glanced at her from the corner of his eye without a reply. This was not something that he wanted to discuss, with anyone. And no matter what might have been Nebra’s intentions, he couldn’t be sure that she’d be... exactly pleasant about it.

“And I hear that you were turned down,” she continued, making Nozel put down his tea cup.

She was getting a little bold with this conversation. Which was... somewhat uncalled for, because Nebra did respect him. Or so he had thought, until this moment.

But still, he said nothing. Hoping that she would take the hint of him not wanting to discuss the matter any further. It was hurtful enough without whatever comment she might have.

“But I also hear that... she’s pretty heartbroken,” she thought out loud while putting down her own teacup and picking up a tiny sandwich from a plate.

He frowned, quite visibly. Because that statement didn’t make sense. After all, you had been the one to turn him down, not the other way around. So... it didn’t... it just didn’t make sense. Unless it would have been some ... ploy to coax attention, which... was very unlike you.

“Oh?” He only uttered, trying to sound as collected as possible. And for that purpose, a mere utterance such as that was the best.

Nebra let out a hum of confirmation. “Something about not living up to our mother’s legacy,” she shrugged. “Just something I overheard,” she added before taking a bite of the delicacy.

“Hm,” he uttered again, confused, saddened, annoyed, and happy, at the same time. The jumble of emotions inside of him seemed to twist and turn in a way that he wasn’t sure... what he’d make of it.

But one thing he did know was that he needed to talk to you.

---

“We need to talk.”

That had been what he had stated to you.

There had been a sense of urgency in his tone. Along with a mixture of emotions that you couldn’t quite name. And yet... there was an essence of something that you didn’t think that you’d hear from the great, proud, Nozel Silva: a plea.

So, you nodded. Just nodded. And let him escort you to the side, where he looked at you for the longest time, as if he wasn’t sure from where to begin.

He wasn’t sure, but still, he needed to begin from somewhere.

“I was told...” he begun, and cleared his throat. “That... you... turned down my previous... suggestion on the accounts of you not... living up to the memory of my mother.”

There was something rather... ludicrous to it when he said it out loud. But... that was what you thought. That you’d never be good enough for him.

“And I’m...” he uttered, stopping there, not sure how to continue that thought. Maybe because he didn’t know where to go from there.

You wouldn’t really have known where to go from there either.

So, instead, you continued with your thought. “I’d never be good enough for you,” you stated. As if a fact.

“So you decided for me, what I deem good enough for myself?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

And while it wasn’t an uncalled for question to ask, it didn’t exactly make you feel better.

But... you also didn’t have a reply to the question. Because... that was what you had done. You had decided, for both of you, that you weren’t enough for him.

“Look...” he started as his eyes fell to the side, and a faintest of blushes decorated his cheeks. “You are... the first person who... I met, that wouldn’t... if so chosen, be with me for my status and wealth alone,” his tone was quiet, and apprehensive, as if he was scared of speaking out the words. “And that takes... strength,” the latter word, was confident.

His gaze lifted to yours, which only spoke of his certainty. He was being honest with his thoughts.

“It takes a backbone,” he emphasized. “And... you have the kind of grace that would be... Sometimes being a knight isn’t graceful. But even in those moments, it is of upmost importance to carry oneself with dignity.” He sounded more like he was speaking out of a place of work.

But it carried forth the sentiment.

“I have seen that grace, and dignity, in you,” he added. “And you’re also kind... gentle and beautiful,” his eyes averted again. “You are smart and capable.”

Whatever hesitance that was in his tone, wasn’t because of words spoken out of malice, but out of laying his emotions bare; out in the open.

“And... while I can see why someone with such qualities wouldn’t-“ he paused. The confidence in his words, seemed to halt in place, as if hit a wall, during the brief silence that appeared between the two of you. “Deem someone as... insistent as.... myself I...” he trailed off, cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “I can’t imagine why such a person wouldn’t deem themselves fit for the House of Silva.”

His gaze lifted again, and looked at you with the most earnest of expressions.

But you didn’t have words to give him.

What words could you have given, after a testimony such as that? Especially when it came from a man, who was distant, most of the time; a man who seemed to show no emotions. And yet, now he was there, with you, telling you just how much he thought of you. In a way that he could.

You took a step forward, and wrapped your arms around him middle, sinking your nose into the fluff of his cape, which smelled like rose water and bergamot.

His body tensed with your touch. But he didn’t move away. Not as much as lean away from your touch.

Instead, after what must’ve been only a few breaths, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you, as a reply.

“It is not you, who is unworthy,” he whispered, right next to your ear.

And in that whisper, you could feel his emotions, the gentle nothings that his heart wished to utter. The very presence of his soul, even if only as a hushed tone, barely a whisper.

Where might all this lead, was still hidden from you. But... wherever that might have been, the destination of the road, on which you were stepping, together, you were certain that would be better, than the road left un-ventured.

[cygni-cygni]

I just started Black Clover and I’ve already got some juicy ideas 😏😏😏

[pencilequipped]

Lucy, Aquarius and Brandi at the Beach!

I was gonna do a quick Aquarius for Mermay but the call of Fairy Tail is too much so I did a whole scene.

[cygni-cygni]

I think I’m gonna write some Sabertooth headcannons b/c why the hell not

Also small rant

I hate when people say that Mashima basically made Sabertooth’s team a copy of Fairy Tail b/c in my opinion, I think they were made to reflect Fairy Tail. What would’ve happened if Fairy Tail went down a more power hungry path?

Not to mention, after they redeemed themselves, the most thing that they have most in common with those Fairy Tail members is maybe their appearance and magic. That’s all. In my opinion, their personalities are nothing alike, really.

Like Sting is much more clever and responsible then Natsu (not bashing on Natsu, he has his good qualities, obviously).

Rogue is much more brooding and less emotional than Gajeel.

Orga is much more… how do I say… dense… than Laxus is. I also feel like he’d he much more outgoing as well. And more goofy.

Yukino is much more softspoken than Lucy is.

And finally, I think Rufus is nothing like Freed except maybe appearance wise. Other than that, Rufus is much more snarky, cocky, and honestly more outgoing. I mean sure, they’re both quite perceptive, and elegant in their demeanor. But I think that’s as far as it goes.

[lisannastraussisanangel]

Sabertooth Headcanons:

Sting purposefully tells stories wrong just to piss off Rufus. When Rufus corrects him, he doubles down and it drives Rufus absolutely nuts

Minerva fully convinced Yukino that holy water can kill her as a joke. Yukino won't even let Minerva walk past a church now

Whenever anyone needs Rogue's help with something, they send Frosch to ask him knowing it will increase the odds of him agreeing

Orga and Laxus don't know each other well, but if you ask Orga he will tell you they are best friends

"Hey remember when you slapped me, Yukino?" is said at least once a week, quickly followed by "Don't make me do it again" and then the sound of Sting running

Sorano and Rufus started a book club. They didn't think many people would be interested, but almost half of Sabertooth is in it

If a shadow looks suspicious, Sabertooth assumes it's Rogue. He can't tell you how many times he's walked in on guild members talking to their own shadows like lunatics

[mysicklove-main]

Bakugou was not a jealous man. He was confident in your love for him and was completely fine with you having a guy best friend. Izuku Midoriya. It was fine, he has worked through the kinks with the boy and now they were good. Besides, he wasn't going to dictate your friends. The two of you aren't romantically into one another. Everything was completely fine. You like him. Nothing is wrong.

He repeated these lines in his head as he stares at your figure sitting on the couch across the room. You were sleeping and looked so cute, but the only problem is, you were passed out on Izuku.

You use both of your arms to wrap around his muscular one and are gently snoozing with your head conveniently on the soon-to-be hero's upper arm.

Izuku, knowing the blonde well enough, offered to move immediately when he saw him walk into the room. But, Katsuki, as stubborn as he is, brushed it off and pretended it meant nothing to him. Which it does. It doesn't mean anything, it's good that you are sleeping. You need to rest.

It was fine. You were just sleeping, you probably didn't even mean to cling to your best friend. He knows exactly how clingy you were in your sleep. Besides, Izuku doesn't even seem to take much notice, chatting away with the rest of his classmates.

Almost like he was used to this. Katsukis eye twitches, and he scowls. It was fine. Completely fine.

A whine slips from your lips and everyone's eyes fall to you. In your half-awake state, you turn your body closer to Izukus and throw a leg over his. You quietly murmur, “Kats..”, before nuzzling your head into the arm and going back to sleep.

Izuku laughs and ruffles your hair affectionately. The class begins their dramatic cooing and begins to snap as many photos as they could.

Katsuki clenches his fist. If he sees one photo of you curled up to the extra he knows he is going to lose his mind. Especially when you are mumbling his own name.

His stubbornness can go to hell.

He stands up and paces over toward the two of you, and Izuku turns, smiling hesitantly knowing what's to come. Your classmates whine about their pictures being ruined. He ignores them and then process scoops you up, gently moving your arms from Izukus to his own, and holds back a grin when you immediately latch onto him.

He walks back to the couch, he was alone on, and plops himself down, before repositioning you to make it comfortable for the both of you. You cling onto his forearm and sit on his lap facing his chest. He gently pushes the back of your hair, so you lean your head into the crook of his neck and rests his hand there for security.

Once satisfied, he huffs and leans back against the couch with an arrogant half-grin. He pauses, waiting for the rush of his classmates, but nothing happens. His scowl appears again. “Well, aren't you extras going to take some damn pictures?” He scolds, and as on cue, his classmates start rushing over.

You begin to stir awake at his booming voice and pull yourself away from his neck. “Katsuki?” You mumble, trying to fight away the sleep.

He looks down at you with a frown and pushes your head back into his neck. “Sleep.”

You just sigh, squirm to get more comfortable, and finally drift back to sleep. He looks up at his classmates, who are silently freaking out.

“Continue.”

He already dreads the moment when he has to ask Eijiro to send the photos to him.