I don't have much to say. Most of my stuff is probably ooc and poorly written. I'll do every request except for the ones I decline. Obviously. I'm a busy person, a mentally ill wreck of a human being and therefore it can sometimes take a lot of time until I finish stuff. Sometimes it takes me 3 hours, other times 3 months. Don't rush me, I didn't forget you or your request. You'll know when I won't do it. If you think I made a mistake, feel free to message me.
Always open to criticism! I really wanna get better, writing English in general and staying in character.
What you can request
Occasionally longer stories, up to 500 words stories are always fine, headcanons, random prompts
The longer stories depend on my mood and motivation. My English sucks and it's hard for me to write a whole text in it. But I'm gonna get better over time.
Examples
"Hii! Can I have Sasuke x Naruto x reader polyship headcanons?"
"Do you have a headcanon for mcu! Peter Parker? Sfw and non romantic!"
"Jotaro Kujo with a reader who has self harm scars?"
"Giorno x Mista story where Mista has to take care of a sick giorno?"
"F! Reader x Bruce with a praise kink 👀?"
"M! Reader x TASM! Peter Parker pet play?"
"Do you have romantic headcanons for link?"
""Please don't leave me hanging now." prompt with akechi?"
"Something Angsty with Akira x Goro?"
What I write
Almost everything. Just try it out. If I can't post it here though, it's gonna be on my ao3.
Polyships, fxf, mxm, fxm, no romance, romance, sfw, nsfw…
Several kinks (honestly. Go wild.)
Different skin colors, body types, body hair or the lack of ect. You can be as specific as you want. If you don't clarify it, I'll write the reader the way I want.
Petey got a major praise kink. He loves to make you squirm under him, to see you turn red, to have you roll your eyes into the back of your head out of arousal because of his words.
„Such a good girl. Such a pretty girl you are."
„God, you're so tight and wet for me, baby."
„Taking my cock so well, such a good, good girl."
He loves to come on your face and chest. And ass. Thighs. Basically everywhere on your skin, loves how his white cum looks on your dark skin. Gets him hard again.
He's strong. He can fuck you in so many positions. Pushing you against the wall, your legs in each of his hands, thrusting into you. You're in the bed, on your back and he can randomly turn you over, as if you didn't weigh anything. He makes you feel so small yet so fucking good and loved and you have no idea how you could ever settle for less.
Peter loves your fat ass, loves grabbing it, kissing and biting it, rubbing his dick against it. He loves how your asschecks just seem to swallow his dick, making it dissappear.
Loves grabbing your thighs and your hips while he fucks you. You're so soft and not easy to break so he can be rough.
Goes absolutely feral when you sit on his face. He loves having your soft thighs pressed against his head, loves getting used by you.
He loves dirty talk. Calling you a slut, a whore, his cocksleeve. He loves how your cunt clenches, how your skin gets hot and red and trembles at his words.
He will rip a few of your clothes in the heat of the moment.
If you like what I post, consider liking or maybe even reblogging my post! It means a lot to me <3
If your still taking requests, is it okay if I can request a short story of Weather Report getting his memories back and his old personality is basically a yandere, and so he starts wanting to protect Hermes at all costs?
smut, praise kink, fem reader, fingering, petnames, fluff
My first English smut, lol. Eh... Chubby! Black! Reader with self esteem issues gets eaten out by her bf Peter Parker. That's it. That's the story. And she plays animal crossing. My English sucks, I'm sowwy <3
4k words
The delicious smell of fried eggs fills the room and because your kitchen isn't really separated from your sleeping room, that is also your living room, you are sure he can smell it, too. Even if he sleeps. Your Apartment isn't really big, yet still better than what other people have to call their homes in New York. A big one room apartment, but luckily you don't have that many friends and you also don't get visitors often and therefore it doesn't matter that you sleep in your living room. A big, comfy bed, on the opposite of it a not so big flat-screen you had to get on a sale and the rest of the month you were only able to mostly eat white bread with… well, whatever you could find.
But for you it's enough.
For him, too.
Peter Parker whose knocking took you out of your bed last night. He does that frequently, does it to be able to spend at least a bit of his busy schedule with you, after his patrol. Yesterday though, it seemed to last a little longer than usual. His excuse, or explanation, maybe, for waking you up in the middle of the night was that he missed you. And didn't want to wake up aunt May.
She was worried enough already about the way things were. You also love May. She's sweet and friendly, courteous and whenever you visit her, she shines like the sun, so, so happy. She's so happy about her dear baby having found someone who loves him, cherishes him.
And how much you do.
That's why the shock of finding out what your boyfriend does in his free time was so big. Webbing through the city, kicking delinquents asses, helping nice, old women to cross the street and show off to his fans with his occasional backflip.
When you met him, he was more on the quiet and shy side. At least, the outside seemed like it. It didn't take you two long to get to know each other better and Peter started warming up around you. Around this time, when you started spending more time with him, you noticed something different. A warm feeling in your stomach, how it felt like twisting around, squirming, whenever he looked at you with these big, hazel eyes. You started searching, and succeeding, for more and more reasons to touch him, be close to him. And it felt like a dream, still does, sometimes. You never even dared to think that someone like him, someone so handsome, smart, thoughtful and sweet would ever show any kind of interest in you.
You yourself are a shy girl; nondescript, being able to blend in with those around you perfectly. Not very popular and used to getting bullied because of your body. You're chubby. While your parents always told you that you're fine, you were never really able to believe it. All you've seen were these beautiful, skinny girls with pale skin and long, straight, silky hair and everyone seemed to love them. Whenever they stepped into a room, all eyes were on them. Or their pretty outfits you would never dare to wear, their hairstyles you would never be able to do because your hair doesn't work like straight hair, their shiny, blue eyes, the way they —
„Ow!"
Getting caught up in your daydreams all the time has a price. You burned your finger, yet again. You take it into your wet mouth, blow against it before you start shaking it a bit and hold it under cold water, trying to make the burning pain go away. Another trait of yours you deeply dislike. Not like the Spiderling who still sleeps in your bed, looking like he doesn't even know the words worry, stress or anger.
He loved it. He loved you.
The way your nose crunches whenever you laugh, the way your hair never seems to completely listen to you nor do what you want, the way your eyes lighten up whenever you see a cute animal, how he would sometimes wake up to 10+ new messages of you, just of memes. Everything others have ever criticized about you, your loud, hearty laugh, how you wear your heart on your sleeve — people often calling you too sensitive — apparently was one more reason for him to love you.
You turn the hotplate off, stir the fried eggs again which started to gain more and more similarity with scrambled eggs than with actual fried ones. You put it on the side, set the lid on it and wash your hands, before you take the chance to take another look behind you, on the bed. He's still lying there and you start to, yet again, wonder why, of all people, he chose you. Not just for the fact that you two are in a relationship, absolutely happy, no. He even entrusted you with his biggest secret.
The corners of your mouth pull slightly up at the thought and on your tiptoes you approach the sleeping hero. The way he lies there it's hard to believe that he regularly beats up things that could kill you with a single hit. In a red-blue costume.
You do your best to be as quiet as possible as you get next to him, but the bed still creaks underneath you. In less than a second your gaze focuses on him again but luckily everything you see is his relaxed, sleeping face, a soft snore from time to time.
How adorable.
Peter looks so pretty and cute and most of all innocent. Hard to believe he's Spider-Man. Smoothly your fingers go nearer and nearer his face, brushing a few brown hair strands away. And his eyelids twitch. Your hand pulls away fastly but is stopped by his fingers, wrapping around your wrist. He draws them in front of his face. Still sleepy and with closed eyes his lips come nearer, softly kissing the pads of your fingers, so gentle as if you were made out of glass. As if you could break at the simple touch of him. Your heart skips a beat and you truly feel like he could break you. In the most beautiful, artistic way. You would let him.
He puts your hand on his cheek and you're not able to look away from him. He is so warm and soft, a little stubble that feels so, so good on your skin. So right. Like his skin was made to be touched by your fingers.
„… G-Good morning!", you stutter, obvious embarrassment in your voice.
„Mornin'.", he smirks, using his free hand to rub his sleepy eyes.
Your breath stops for a moment
„Thanks for taking care of me last night.", his fingers run through his hair and he slowly opens his eyes, looking through long, thick lashes, still with this damn smirk on his face.
„My Love."
„… No problem…", comes out in a quiet mutter, your fingers touching the bed underneath you, trying to distract you, to find something that takes the embarrassment out of you.
„I've made breakfast."
You hear a gentle yawn, as he looks at you, the smirk turning into a big grin.
And you can hear yourself gulp again.
„You're too good to me."
He stands up, making his way into the kitchen. The sheets fall down and you get a good look at his body; his defined abs, his muscular legs, his so, so strong arms which often held you, safe and secure, letting you forget about all the worries in your life. At least for a brief moment.
You blink a few times, trying to get back into reality and your eyes locking the bed underneath you yet again.
There's a rustle, soft scratching from metal on metal and a quiet but still absolute lovely humming. It makes you feel warm on the inside and your lips form a firm smile.
You love this dude so much.
„ You ate already?"
Your body does a little jump at the sudden question. Why were you so nervous all the time?
„No… Not hungry."
He opens the fridge and your fingers claw into your thighs, eyes piercing them. Don't look, don't look, don't -
As if he could read minds.
„You can look at me.", the door closes and he holds a bag of milk in his hands, „I'm your boyfriend, after all."
He takes a big sip, right out of the box and if you weren't so love struck, on cloud 9 and tense, you would have scolded him.
But not now.
He puts the milk away, starts eating. At least it looks like it from behind. You finally manage to lift your gaze, look at his backside.
You had no idea a simple, muscular back could make you feel like this.
„You should eat something.", he says between bites, „My Love."
Starting an argument is useless, you know that. That's why you don't say anything. You watch him in silence, how he stands in the kitchen, slowly rocking left to right, while putting the fork to his mouth and before you know it, he's done, plate empty. He looks over his shoulder, right into your eyes.
For a moment, he just stands there and you feel a light shudder running through your whole body. A smile appears on his pretty, so kissable lips, inch by inch and your heart is beating like crazy, you feel like you can hear it ring in your ears. Like it is telling you it wants to jump out, right into his hands.
But it already belongs to him.
He runs his fingers through his hair again before he disappears into the bathroom and for the first time in what feels like weeks for you, you can breathe.
You can hear the water running and your mind automatically does the rest. Imaging his toned body, his abs, his strong arms, getting all wet.
Stop, stop, stop.
Another breath, way louder and deeper than before and you let yourself fall onto your bed again. The mattress squeaks, you run your fingers over your sheets, feeling the cold surface of your switch. You grab it and turn it on, playing animal crossing. The happy music tootles in your ears, you lay on your stomach and your legs bob up and down. You hum to the music while you're trying your best to get a villager you really don't like to move out and you're so focused, so in your game, that you don't realise that he's already back in the room. You only react when the mattress goes down a bit and in the blink of an eye you're sitting straight on the bed.
He's sitting in front of you, hair still damp. He changed his shorts, drying himself with a white, very soft towel. A few drops fall off his hair onto his chest, sliding down the rest of his body.
And you swallow.
He notices, smiles at you and leans into your direction. Your cheeks flush pink as you look into his face.
„You're so cute.," soft voice, lovey-dovey, „When you're focused, I mean. How you were humming the music of your game."
He leans nearer until his head rests on your shoulder and you instinctively brush through his hair. He closes his eyes and for a moment, you both are silent.
„… What kind of game is it?"
„Uh… huh?"
„That game.", he taps on your switch display once, „I often see you play it. What's it about?"
„O-Oh. Uhm… you wouldn't care, it's dumb."
He looks up at you, into your eyes, deep, so deep as if he could see right into your soul.
„No.", he breathes against your skin, making you shudder, „It makes you happy. I don't think it's dumb."
He leans closer to your face until you can feel his warmth on your lips, „Tell me about it.," he mumbles against them, „My Love."
But you don't want to talk about your game. You want to bury your fingers in his brown, soft hair, deep and tight, want to feel his soft lips on yours, his strong hands on your body, inhaling his scent, just be with him. Be with him the way no one else is allowed to.
Regardless, you do as he wants. You talk about it.
„Well, basically… it's a game where you have your own island you can decorate however you want and there are these animal villagers and you're the only human…"
He puts his head on your lap while you keep on petting his hair.
„You can fish and catch bugs and sell them to get money for buying cool stuff like clothes or furniture…"
You flinch as you feel his warm lips on your skin, your thighs. You're only wearing a grey shirt you got from him and pink panties. Not even a bra.
Other girls would look so cute in their boyfriends clothes. They sink into them because pretty girls are small and petite and you're not. You're not and will never be and —
„Keep on talking, Princess."
You take in a sharp breath at his words and again as he starts to suck softly on your skin.
„Y-You can get a bigger house… a-and you can… you…"
He looks up to you and you see a grin.
Enough to get tingles on your skin, a warm feeling deep inside your stomach.
He laughs. Softly, low and the tingle of your skin gets worse, spreading through your whole body, your chest, your arms, your legs…
Your center.
„W-What's so funny?" you manage to ask him and he shakes his head.
„Nothing."
Oh,okay .
„You're just so pretty and cute and I love you." he says suddenly, he's fast, getting up again, his face right in front of you.
And you stop breathing.
Peter's lips kiss your cheek, your nose, find their way to your ear and you need to hold onto something. Your arms lay around him, grab him.
„I want to eat you out."
These words make your wetness clench around nothing. You try to get away but he holds you still, softly sucking on your earlobe before he keeps sweet talking. You shudder and can hear yourself whimper.
„Wanna make you feel good. Wanna hear you moan my name.", he kisses his way down your neck, his hands on the hem of your, his, shirt, slowly, so so slowly and gently pulling it up.
„P-Peter…"
And he stops, looks at you with worry in his eyes.
„Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"
He's so considerate, nice, cute.
„Do you want me to stop?"
„No!"
You want him to keep going. But you're scared. So scared of the possibility that he could be disgusted by you. That he could be disgusted by what he sees, by the things he has already seen dozens of times.
There has never been a single moment in the whole relationship with the Spiderling, in which you felt ugly. In which you felt undesirable, disgusting, or like he didn't want you.
He always made you feel loved. Made you feel good. Took his time to make you feel even better.
„I just…"
And he gets it. Like he always does. Like he was meant to meet you.
„Babe, I love you. So much. So fucking much."
You know.
„Nothing makes me happier than you. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you happy."
Your head turns away and your cheeks turn into a deep red. His lips part, ready to speak again.
„You can keep going.", you hear your own voice say.
And he closes them, lips turning into a smirk.
Peter nods.
„My pleasure.", he murmurs as his mouth caresses your shoulders, his hands pulling the shirt up again, baring your stomach.
You can feel his fingers putting weight onto you, pushing you into the mattress and your first instinct is to cover your now exposed tummy. It's not flat like the ones of the pretty girls in school. Not trained like the ones of the girls you see regularly in TV, magazines. Everywhere.
It's soft and has stretch marks. It wiggles a bit when he moves you and you hate it.
But he doesn't let you.
„Stop hiding yourself."
Peter holds your wrists into one of his hands, puts them over your head as he looks at you. Looks at you like you were the one who put the stars into the sky.
And you feel yourself getting even wetter.
„You're so pretty.", comes gently from him as he buries his face in the soft skin of your tummy, placing what feels like a thousand kisses on it.
„Mhn. P-Peter…"
„I'm gonna make you feel s'good.", mumbling against your warm, trembling skin.
„So, so good, " he repeats, like a mantra, „Until you love yourself as much as I do."
You breathe in sharply, his kisses going higher, his hands caressing your waist while he pulls his shirt up even higher.
And you hate your chest.
You wish you had perky, small breasts. Perfectly standing, not even a bit saggy. Small, pink nipples.
But you didn't. And you hated it.
„Peter…"
His chin rests right under your tits as he looks at you and you swallow. He's so pretty, so gorgeous, so handsome. And he wants you, wants to kiss you, loves you, wants to eat you out. This perfect face wants to be buried between your thighs, pressed against your wetness —
Your cunt clenches once again and you can hear yourself holding back a moan.
„Can I?"
A moment of silence, a nod follows and he doesn't need to be told twice.
„Thank you, Princess." barely more than a moan as he continues to expose the rest of your body. Your tanned, soft skin that felt like silk under his fingers.
„Thank you so much."
And he pulls it up, over your head and you lay bare. You want to hide, hide your whole body. Your weird face, your fat tummy, your ugly breasts, your —
And he looks at you in a way that could make you cry. Like you were the most precious thing he has ever put his eyes upon.
„So. Goddamn. Pretty.", his eyes hover over your body, stop at your panties. You want to press your legs together, but Peter holds them, looks between them and grins.
„Gonna take care of that real soon. Don't worry about it."
And your cunt clenches again as you feel yourself getting even wetter.
He lets your legs be as he buries his face into your breast, sucking on your nipple, making you moan lightly. He takes his time, his hands drawing circles and hearts and shapes on your skin, occasionally touching your sides, your thighs just the right way. Just hard enough, grabbing you, showing how much he loves your body.
„So… hot ….", you hear him mumble and you almost let another moan escape.
Peter parts himself from your now hard nipple, looking at it. He breathes against it and makes you squirm at the sudden cold. Shortly after, another grin on his lips appears, his gaze searching for yours.
„Gonna make you scream."
His hands bury deeper into the soft, sun kissed skin on your hips.
„Gonna make you lose your mind."
His hands travel to your back.
„Gonna make you feel like you're in heaven."
His fingers bury deep, deep into the skin of your ass.
„Let me.", a kiss placed on your stomach, „Let me eat that pretty pussy of yours."
His hands travel to your thighs, grabbing them, holding them apart. His nose is rubbing against the thin layer of fabric against your pussy.
„Let me taste it."
You can't hold back anymore as you squirm even more, moan slightly and with trembling hands you do your best to push your panties away, down your legs, throwing it somewhere in the room. Doesn't matter where.
He looks at your wetness, licking his lips.
„So needy."
„Peter, please -"
„ Shush ."
A kiss on your thigh follows, before you feel a finger on your mid, going up and pushing between the puffy folds, into your wetness, spreading it around your hole, your clit, making you moan.
„ God , babe. You're so wet for me.", he laughs lowly and you can hear, almost feel, the admiration in his voice.
With his other hand, he spreads your lips, looking at your wet center thoroughly. It makes you turn your head away, close your eyes.
So embarrassing.
Then he pushes a finger inside and your month goes agape.
„Fuck.," he curses under his breath, „So tight."
Another digit follows, spreading you wide open and you can slowly feel the pleasure eating you up. The warm feeling inside you. You can't hold yourself as you start to moan louder, your fingers grabbing into the sheets.
And it rips as Peter starts sucking your swollen bundle of nerves. A low laugh vibrates through it, he has probably noticed it, heard it. The ripping. Oh, what he does to you.
He sucks on your clit, moaning at your taste, brows frowning, cheeks turning red and his fingers starting to fuck you.
More, more, more.
Your hands travel down the sheets, stopping at his hair. Your fingers bury into the brown locks and your back arches. His tongue on your clit, exactly knowing what to do, the way you liked it, loved it, the way it drove you crazy.
Your thighs tremble, push together, press his head even more into yourself. Into your hot wetness.
„Fuck! Peter!"
You feel him moan against your clit again and he adds a third finger, knuckles deep into your pussy, making obscene, wet sounds and you pull on his hair, pushing your cunt harder onto his face, slowly losing yourself.
Peter, Peter, Peter.
Fucking God.
His hands grab onto your thighs, opening them a bit and you hear him take in a few breathes of fresh air.
„I'm… Sorry."
He immediately shakes his head, not looking away from your wet, trembling pussy.
„Don't be. Its good."
He licks your juices from his lips, looks at you now. You swallow, want to look away.
„Please don't.", you hear him beg with pleading eyes and you clench around his fingers again.
A smirk.
„You look so hot. So pretty."
And you get even tighter.
„I wish I could stay here forever. Making you feel good all day, all night."
You moan.
„Next time, sit on my face, Princess. I want you to use me."
An even louder moan. With every thrust, your juice leaks out of you, wetting his hand, the inside of your thighs, the bed underneath you.
“I-I'm gonna -"
He comes up again, face to face, but before you can look away, you feel his hand on your jaw. Warm and strong and another moan escapes.
„Look at me."
He thrusts harder.
„I want to see your face when you come for me."
And you do.
You moan his name, almost scream and you know your neighbors are gonna talk to you about it tomorrow. Again. But you don't care.
You only care about his fingers fucking you, his pretty brown eyes devouring you, your hands in his hair.
„Come for me, princess."
His mouth moves to your ear.
„Let go. For me, pretty girl."
And you go tight, so, so tight around his fingers, his words driving you crazy as your whole body twitches, your eyes roll back in your head, back arching again as your high eats you up.
„Such a good girl. Good, good girl.", mumbling in your ear, „Coming for me. So loud. So wet."
You fall back into the mattress, he pulls his fingers out and puts them into his mouth.
All while he looks at you.
You hear yourself swallow and you turn your head away.
Embarrassing…
Peter lets out a quiet, low laugh. So full of love, admiration.
„I love you."
If you like this, please consider liking or even reblogging it! It would mean the world to me <3
If you're still taking requests, can I please request headcanons for Joker, Ryuji, and Ann having a female S/O who's a supermodel but faces some ridicule and pushback because she's a dark-skinned black woman?
Aaaah, what a nice request! I had a lot of fun doing it. I hope you like it! ;n; Always open to criticism uwu (I'm so scared it could suck ahahaha help)
Headcanons, sfw, fem reader, romance, fluffy, mentions of racism
Joker
While he didn't become your boyfriend because of your looks, he's still amazed by how pretty you are. There aren't many black people in japan, even less models; but after meeting you he started to wonder why.
He doesn't really care about fashion or modeling, but would support you nonetheless. If he has the time, he will always accompany you, support you in any way possible.
He would definitely have a few fashion magazines with you in it in his room.
He would soon grow addicted to the contrast of his pale fingers on your pretty dark skin. He can lay with you in his arms for hours, just looking at it.
He would have no problem with carrying your bags when shopping, but he isn't that much of a help when it comes to the outfits itself; he thinks you're pretty in all of them.
He's very attentive. He would quickly notice the difference between your career way and Ann's. You seem way more worn out, mentally exhausted than her. Morgana told him it was simply because of Lady Ann's general sunny-shiny attitude, but he wouldn't buy that.
So one day, he would decide to ask you about it. You would sit at big bang burger together. He would watch the passengers pass by and it would take a moment for him to find the right words. Fortunately, he is a very direct and upfront guy.
„… Honey?," in the literal softest way you can imagine, „Is everything alright at work?"
And you would tell him. His usual stoic and unreadable expression would change into a worried face. Understandable, you are his love, after all. He would let you vent all you want.
„Is there anything I can do to help you?" while he puts his fingers on yours, gently caressing your hand.
And whatever it was, moral support, just a shoulder to cry on, more, less; he would do it.
If he was ever with you while someone said anything inappropriate towards you, he would straight up confront them. He knows he has scary eyes, a weird, maybe even dangerous aura (to people who don't know he's an adorable dork). He wouldn't use violence, never, but he would make sure they felt terrible after it. He would try his best to talk some brain into them, making them apologize to you. You know... Leader of the phantom thieves charisma.
„To me, you're the most beautiful and talented girl I've ever met. They're jealous."
„… You're sooo cheesy."
„Only for you."
Ryuji
Ryuji would love to show you off whenever possible. Everyone knows you're his girlfriend. Literally everyone. The rest of the thieves know your surname, your birthday, your favorite color and what you like to eat for breakfast.
It would be a God damn miracle if you didn't find out about his second life in the first month. He talks too much. Is way too excited.
Ryuji wouldn't be interested in shopping clothes with you. He doesn't care about fashion and would rather do some other fun activities with you! Preferably something where he has an excuse to touch you or can show himself off. He's not visiting the gym for nothing. Hah.
He would be obsessed with your hair. Prepare for cuddle sessions with him just stroking your hair, letting your curls plop, kissing them. Your hair is so soft and pretty and he can't get enough of it.
He doesn't feel comfortable with the atmosphere of your workplace, but he would always pick you up after a shooting, asking about your day, maybe even wanting to see a few photos.
Would love to hit the gym together! It would totally end up in a little, funny challenge of who has better cardio. After that, you both would grab something nice to eat.
Ryuji would be the most oblivious to the situation. You would have to actually tell him first before he gets it. He isn't a bad guy, but maybe just a little bit… dumb.
He would get angry. So, so angry. You would be the one who had to calm him down. He doesn't get it. Why would anyone treat you different, worse, just because you didn't look like the other models in Japan?!
He will never understand how anyone could look at you and not immediately swoon.
If there was a rude comment towards you when he was with you, it would end in a fight. If you don't stop him, that is.
He would also be in a lot of your comment sections in social media. No one is allowed to badmouth his girl.
Ann
Ann would be so happy to have a girlfriend with the same passion! Not even a bit of envy or had feelings; she's just proud.
She would love to help you with your daily make up! Finding new colors that fit your skin color and show off your pretty eyes and your plumb lips. She would definitely like to put a bit of glitter on your cheeks and absolute DIE at the sight of you. Also, white eyeliner and mascara looks so nice on you.
“You look like a literal angel! I want to shower your pretty face in kisses!"
And she would.
Ann knows everything about fashion and you both would go shopping so often. She would request outfits for you she herself can't really wear; she's too pale. She loves how soft brown and beige colors look on you, how white clothes just seem to shine on you, but even more how gorgeous you look in flashy colors. She had no idea that neon colored clothing could actually look good on someone!
Prepare for a lot of selfies.
Ann would love to do some sports with you and she would also LOVE to do your hair. If you teach her how to treat your cute curls.
At first, she wouldn't notice. Because she never thought about it; she isn't black, after all. But soon she would notice it. The magazines, the online criticism… it breaks her heart to see how hard working you are, how talented, just for people to reduce you to your skin color. She doesn't get it. You're doing such a good job; maybe even a better job than her.
After a bit of thinking, she would realise how she used to see more models who looked like you back in Finland. But you were the first one she saw in Japan.
Ann wants to talk to you about it, doesn't really know how, though. She would invite you for a sleepover at the weekend, snacks, music, doing each others make up, watching chick flicks and romance movies. She tries to be as sensitive as possible, because she noticed how it seemed to take a toll on your mental health.
Ann would tell her manager, show them pictures of you, practically BEGGING for her studio to make a feature with you. „She's so talented! She's so nice! She does a really good job, but people can't seem to appreciate it!"
She could go on for days. Weeks, if she had to. For you, everything. And it would work, sooner or later. You would have a shooting with her, featured in a well known and popular magazine. But that isn't enough for her. Just a bit more. She is active on social media and would use her gigantic fanbase to get appreciation for you. A few jobs. Connections. You're so pretty, you're doing such a good job, you only deserve the best.
If there ever was someone who treated you bad because of your skin color, she would try to help you ignore it and next day talk to the other phantom thieves. There had to be something they were able to do.
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Bruno Bucciarati comforting reader who has a panic attack
Headcanons, sfw, non romance, fluffy, gn reader
Bruno is actually used to it. After all, he shelters a lot of people with difficult pasts. He knows how to calm down Fugo when he's in rage, when everything he sees is red and everything he wants is to bleed, to see blood, to hurt, to destroy, anything to get this disgusting feeling inside him away. Bruno also knows how to comfort Abbacchio when he's blue again.
He would knock on your door, waiting. There was something he wanted to tell you. Maybe it's time for dinner, maybe he got something nice for you, a new shirt? He takes care of you, of all of them. That's the way he is.
But you don't respond. He waits, knocks again. Bruno starts to wonder if you're maybe not there; but why didn't you tell him?
Then, he hears it. A whimper, loud breathing, coughing. Mumbling.
„I'm gonna come in now, okay?"
But you don't want him to. Don't want him to see you like this. Vulnerable, a mess, red puffy cheeks and eyes, tears streaming down your face. You feel so. Fucking. Pathetic.
Dont come in don't come in don't come in dontcomeindontcomein pleasepleasepleaseplease
And then you feel a hand on your shoulder. You flinch, want to tell him to go away, want to scream, want to run away, but you can't. Can't move, can't talk, can't think.
„Its fine."
He let's go of you. After all, he doesn't know if human touch is comforting for you in moments like these, or if it only would make it worse.
„You're okay. You're fine. I'm here with you."
His voice is calm, soothing. Like he cares. Like he actually worries. And you look up to him. Everything about him radiates warmth. Even the look in his eyes.
„Can you hear me?" a nod „Can you do as I say?" you hesitate but nod nonetheless.
„Breathe in and breathe out, listen to me count down."
And you do. He slowly counts down from 10 to 1, then up from 1 to 10 again. And you breathe in, breathe out. In and out.
5, your lungs fill with air, 6, you release it.
Then, you sit there in silence. But it's not uncomfortable. It's… nice. Comforting.
„Are you okay now? Do you need something?"
You nod. „… ug…"
He blinks, „… hm?"
„Can you… hug…"
You're too embarrassed to finish your sentence, but he just silently wraps his arms around you. Softly, so, so gently.
And you breathe in, his scent, his warmth and your eyes close. You lay your head against his chest and you can't but to smile at his heartbeat.
„Listen to my heartbeat. Just focus on that."
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♡ What a relationship with Akira Kurusu / Ren Amamiya would feel like
Headcanons, romantic, gn reader, nsfw at the end
He's a cocky guy, such a tease. As soon as you confessed to him, or he confessed to you, he would use every chance to somehow tease you, touch you, make you nervous. Never without reading you like an open book, searching for any bad signals. Can I do this now? Are they fine with it?
And then it starts. His fingers touching yours, his hand on your back, a smirk in your direction…
He would spend a lot of time with you, if you wanted to. Easy going, cute dates, like getting ice cream and walking through the park, watching ducks. Visiting the cinema, maybe even a horror movie, so he would have a reason to touch you yet again. Spending the evening at his, playing video games. Or him teaching you shogi. Maybe even letting you win.
„Aw, honey. Do you want me to go easy on you?"
Petnames! Akira is the type to give you petnames. Some serious, sometimes just to tease you.
He's not that big of a talker, but a fantastic listener. He loves it to lay on your lap, eyes closed, while you pat his head, caressing his soft hair. And then, just listen to your voice. Ranting about school or work? Rambling about a new video game or movie? Talking about the thing you and your friends saw yesterday? No matter the topic, he just loves listening to you. Perfect for rambling about special interests, haha.
Akira can be cheesy at times. Also a part of his plan to always have you blush around him, to make you flustered. Bringing you flowers when you meet up, gifting you self-made chocolate, complimenting you randomly.
„How did I get so lucky? You're gorgeous."
„You're such a smart girl; I love that about you."
Sometimes taking a lick of your ice cream, a sip of your drink or giving you a small peck on the cheeks.
He's also very attentive. In general and especially when it comes to you. You were talking to a friend in the hallway about a movie you want to watch? A few days later, Akira got tickets for the cinema and wants to take you out. You mentioned a cute bag you saw somewhere? It will take him a bit, working more than usual, but he would get it for you.
Nsfw
He's a dude with a high sex drive.
He can do it everywhere. At night in a street where no one can see you, over your kitchen table, while trying to learn for school, you just need to sit on his lap.
He has a praise kink. He loves to see you flush red under him, squirm out of embarrassment. He never gets tired of cherishing you.
Ngl, if you're a phantom thief, too, you'll get dicked down in the metaverse.
He owns a few toys himself and is into pegging and likes to roleplay and crossdress.
Will make you come at least once before he gets off.
He loves to get choked while you pound him into the mattress and call him names.
King of dirty talk and definitely ahegao type of guy when he's the one getting fucked. Hah.
