Different Acotar Character's x Current Partner Trend
Featured Characters: Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien, Eris, Feyre, Nesta, and Elain. (all x f!reader)
A/N: Y'all Reader DOES hit Cassian but he knew she was going to and wanted her too? It was inspired by this one tiktok I saw in this trend very much giving Cass energy where the man said current wife, wife hit him and he immediately defended her because he knew she was going to so very much inspired by that. I also only said current wife/husband for most of these because in Acotar mates are like higher than that and I think if reader said boyfriend/girlfriend we'd actually see some major crashouts. Also in my head for this, Acotar is the same but just with phones, your free to imagine a completely different AU, go crazy fr,
Warnings/Tags: Reader hits Cassian, illusions to smut, very suggestive, lots of making out, big possessive energy throughout all of this. Beginning of BDSM scene because you know Azriel is FREAKYYY. Slight Dom/Sub dynamics. Fluff, slight angst, mostly just steamy. NOT proofread because I ain't doing all that. Minors DNI
Rhysand
I couldn’t help but giggle at the TikTok Mor sent me, girlfriends, wives and mates calling their partners ‘current’ just to provoke a reaction and I slipped my phone in my pocket with a plan in my head, smiling to myself.
A few hours later Rhysand had returned from Hewn City with a gift and it was the perfect opportunity. We both sat out on the balcony watching the sun set and he slid a hand on my thigh in exasperation as I adjusted my phone standup upright against the wine bottle. “Can you please just open your present now baby?”
“Hold on a minute I want to make a video and show it to everyone.” You reminded him gently. “Your generation and phones.” My mate muttered under his breath, eyeing the little black box warily and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Technology had evolved so fast in the last few years and it was funny to see him still be so suspicious of it.
“Grumpy old man.” I whispered as I opened up the camera app. “What’d you just say?” Rhys warned, squeezing my thigh. “Nothing!” I smiled, giving him a quick kiss. That’s what I thought. His voice slid into my mind and I sent him a quick bolt of love down the bond before pressing the record button.
“Hey guys! I’m here with my current” the second the word current left my mouth the hand on my thigh slid up to the back of my neck. “husband-”
I didn’t notice his other hand until he stopped and then deleted the video. “No. Try again.”
“Sorry baby I was just joking.” “Mhmm Hmm.” I started recording another video and I purposefully didn’t make eye contact with him but it was inevitable with the small screen reflecting ourselves back and the storm in his eyes could level cities.
His hand squeezed my neck in warning and I did my best to ignore the heat pooling low in my stomach even though I knew I was playing a dangerous game. “Hello! I’m here with my current husba-”
“Absolutely not.” My mate said, grabbing my phone and winnowing us back inside the bedroom, tossing me on the bed. He set the phone up on the nightstand and pointed it towards my form on the mattress. “Wh-What are you doing?” I asked nervously, moving myself up towards the headboard and doing my best to stay out of view of the still recording camera.
Rhys walked to the end of the bed undoing his cuffs while he did so and I let out a barely audible whimper at the sight. He looked dangerous and absolutely furious. “Since you're obsessed with that little phone so much…”His voice trailed off as he eyed me hungrily, grabbing my ankles and yanking me back into view of the camera and further down the mattress. Rhysand crawled up my body, pressing tantalizing slow kisses to my skin as he did so.
“We’re not leaving this bed until you correct your mistakes.” He said darkly, his mouth finally connecting with mine, barely giving me a chance to catch my breath as he dominated my tongue with his own. Purposefully claiming every inch of my mouth and I could practically taste that furious dark power simmering underneath his skin.
Well it looks like I am never posting this video and Rhys chased away any other thoughts as he swallowed a strangled moan from me, somehow deepening the kiss.
Lucien
“Hey baby?” I called out from my vanity chair. Lucien opened the adjoining bathroom door, a towel slung low on his hips and steam curling into the bedroom. “Yeah?” He asked as he walked over to me, patting his wet hair with a separate hand towel.
My eyes ran appreciatively up and down his body and he gave me a wink. He paused walking behind me. “Do you remember what you need or you get distracted sugar?”
“Oh shut up.” I rolled my eyes, finally twisting myself towards the mirror and pulling my gaze away from his muscled body. “I'm making a bedtime routine video. Do you want to be in it?”
“Hopefully not all of your bedtime routine because I play a pretty active role in it-”
“Lucien!”
“Ok ok!” He said putting his hands up in surrender even as I stifled a laugh. “Yes I want to be in it baby.” He stepped closer, still pretty tall from behind my chair so he lowered himself slightly and wrapped his arms around my torso. I smiled, melting into his touch before setting up the phone and hitting record. “Hey! So I’m going to be filming a nighttime routine with my current husband-”
“What did you just say?” Lucien interrupted me, standing to his full height and putting his hands on his hips, that towel almost slipping. I turned in my seat to face him. “I said we’re going to be doing a nighttime routine like I told you-”
“No no no after that?”
“What’s your problem? Can we please just make the video?” I asked, doing my best to put my innocent face on even as I fought a smile at his furious expression.
“Did you forget who I am, baby? Your mate. M A T E. Mate.” He looked at the camera with furrowed brows and for a second I thought I saw hurt flashing across his face before it turned into something darker, something more feral. He snatched my phone and stopped recording. Tossing it in the bathroom. “Hey, that's my phone!”
Lucien didn’t seem to listen to my protests; he just scooped me up with a small squeak. My nightgown rode up my thighs as he threw me on the bed. “It’s ok baby I’ll help you remember and make sure you won’t ever forget it.”
Azriel
I hadn’t really been listening when the girls were telling the stories about their ‘current boyfriend’ mishaps or successes. It had been a silly trend going around but I had no interest in it, not really wanting to hurt my mate’s feelings.
Until he started pissing me off. Working long nights. Leaving early in the morning without so much as a goodbye kiss and all this after his long mission? I felt neglected and well truly I hadn’t been bratty in a long time.
I made a plan to get him to pay attention to me by forcing him to make a video together tomorrow in his office but he had spent this whole dinner party practically ignoring me again. Even though we were technically holding hands he was chatting it up with his brother’s like they weren’t all in Illyria for a few weeks and I was starting to get really annoyed. So he could touch me but not actually talk to me?
No. I’m done. With a plan in mind I pulled away from Azriel’s side not seeing the confused look he gave me as I walked over to Mor and Feyre plopping down onto the ottoman next to them. “Hey girll!!” The females both slurred at the same time, very obviously drunk or at least tipsy. I smiled at them, warmth filling my chest in their presence. “Are you guys having fun?”
“Yes! Our High Lady can pa-a-rtyyyyy.” Mor cheered. “Yeah cause you infected her Mor..” Cassian chuckled from across the room. Feyre glared at the male, a clock somewhere in the house striking one in the morning.
“What’sss that supposed to even mean? Am I not allowed to have fun? This is a celebration you have all been going for so soooo long.” She pouted, giving Rhys puppy eyes and I practically watched the High Lord melt underneath her gaze. He stepped away from his brothers, tucking a piece of hair behind her hair and sat beside her giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Of course you can darling ignore him, he’s a no good busybody.”
“Hey!” Cassian protested and Feyre ignored him, melting into her mate’s chest with a small humph. This conversation wasn’t going in the direction I needed to piss my mate off so I steered it, turning towards Mor. “I heard you're going shopping with the girls this weekend?”
“Yes, do you want to come?”
“Maybe, since my current husband is probably busy.” I said with a small sigh.
Azriel whirled his head around to face me and before Mor could voice whatever surprised thoughts clearly written on her face Azriel spoke first. Walking towards me and lifting my chin up to face him. “What did you just say?” His voice was lethal, dark and it had every fae in the room tensing up prepared to fight at the pure threat in his low tone. All conversation’s stopped completely, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
I opened my mouth to repeat it but my very drunk High Lady and friend beat me to it. “She said her current boyfriend is too busy to hangout with her so she’s going out on the town.”
I knew everyone was watching us but I couldn’t find myself to care. Azriel’s firm grip on my chin and that deadly look in his eye had captured my full attention. “Is that so?” Azriel enunciated each word slowly. His deep voice only serves to add to his dangerous tone.
“Mhmm Hmm.” Feyre said, nodding her head.
I opened my mouth to respond but Azriel was already firmly guiding me up and out of my chair. Staring directly into my eyes with an intensity that had me shifting nervously on my feet. The look on his face was void of any emotion and if I hadn’t known him so long. I would’ve missed the absolute feral look in his eye. He masked it well but I knew him and I knew how deeply and utterly fucked I was. I think I fucked up.
“Apologies Rhysand and Feyre but my mate and I have to go now. Thank you for the lovely night.”
“You’re welcome. Have a…good night you guys.” Rhysand said and I could practically hear the smirk in his tone. Bastard.
The shadows swirled around me in lazy circles but I had seen the occasional twitches, the tightening around my limbs and I knew they were just as anxious as Azriel was to get us away from prying eyes.
Feyre had said something else I’d missed and as soon as she was done speaking they enveloped me completely and Mor’s voice echoed before the darkness transported us somewhere else. “Oooo girl she is in troubleeee. She not gon’ to walk tomor-”
When the shadows dissipated I expected to find us in the bedroom, but as I slowly registered the dim lighting I quickly realized it was the playroom. Azriel was standing in front of me. The gentleness gone from his expression and he reached behind me and grabbed my hair in a ponytail pulling me close to him with a harsh tug and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Where’s my good girl? She would’ve never acted that way tonight.” He hummed softly a clear warning and I opened my mouth to respond to defend myself, or say anything to lessen the punishment I was sure to receive but all I could do was plead. “Azriel…”
“Shush shush I know. You just need a firm hand to bring her back to me hmm?”
Gods I had fucked up.
Eris
It took a lot of convincing to get Eris sat in front of the camera, the High Lord tapping his fingers impatiently against the wood table as if he had something better to do than spend time with his mate.
In fact I had told him just that in my plea to make a Tiktok and instead he responded with an annoyingly flirty quip about how there’s a thousand other ways we could spend time together and I had spent the night wrapped up in his arms but finally here we are.
I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and he softened slightly before I pressed the record button. “Hi everyone!” I chirped, shoving away the regret starting to form. I could participate in any other trend but had chosen this one, my one golden ticket to finally get him to film with me. Oh well this was payback for taking the hounds on a walk without me.
“So I’m here with my current husband and-”
Eris’ head snapped to mine instantly, those amber eyes blazing impossibly brighter. The hand that had been impatiently tapping the table had stilled along with the rest of his form. A stillness only a predator could maintain and I shifted in my seat slightly, that heated gaze still on mine and I looked down at my hands just to avoid its burn.
“What just came out of your mouth love?” He asked. Tone as smooth as butter and I recognized the courtier in him, the one who stole secrets with honeyed promises and poisoned touches. He lifted my chin so we made eye contact and I had forgotten how deadly my mate could be, how he’d survived years of living under Beron with a mask of calm and I had willingly opened the snake’s cage.
I opened my mouth to apologize when my phone suddenly turned to ash, the table next to go. “Eris…you’re being cruel.” I whispered carefully so many photos on that damned box and it was just gone. He gave me a cold smile and I instantly knew I was fucked. “No you haven’t seen cruel yet sweetheart.” He responded, still making direct eye contact with me in hopes to get me to squirm. Brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear, a kind gesture but I knew what it really was. A mockery, a reminder of the gentleness I could have if I hadn’t been a brat.
The touch sent sparks down my spine and I finally hardened my gaze. His eyes only sparked with hunger at my unspoken challenge. What was that old saying? Don’t poke the bear? But there was a reason we were mates and I could handle his heat. “You know what, I'm not sorry.” I snapped, just like he wasn’t sorry for going on our morning walk without me.
That cold smirk only grew wider, a hand lacing around my throat and one tightly wrapping around my thigh as he leaned in. “You will be.”
Cassian
I stood next to my mate as he set up his phone, a grin plastered all over his face and I instantly knew he was up to some type of buffoonery. I just rolled my eyes and continued cutting the vegetables, chopping up the carrots with a practiced ease. “What are you doing love?” I finally asked.
“Just making a video.” He hummed and hit the record button, coming to stand next to me so we were both in the frame.
“Hey Rhys I hope you’re doing good I’m making dinner with my current mate-”
He didn’t even get a chance to finish recording as I reached my free hand and punched him in the throat, a laugh bubbling out of my mate’s throat when I did so even as he wheezed for air.
“What did I say?” I asked him as he doubled over gasping, I dropped the knife and put my hands on my hips just watching him. “What did I say?”
“You said-” He wheezed out, letting out another choked laugh and a deep inhale for air as he struggled to regain control of his breathing and guilt tugged at me slightly. Even if I had warned him what I would do if he did this stupid fucking trend. “You…said.”
“-said you were -gonna hit me if i..”
“Yeah, yeah and what did you do?” I asked harshly, trying to ignore the mixture of feelings rolling through me: guilt was the most present and slight pride at my form. But the bond was recoiling at my actions.
Cassian pulled on it gently. Letting me know he wasn’t mad and he even sent down his love and amusement, he knew what he was getting into to. Cassian continued laughing as he finally could breathe again which only made me angrier.
“I’m sorry. Please love, I'm so sorry.” He murmured, taking steady inhales and cautiously wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“Watch your fucking mouth or you won’t be currently living on this earth anymore.” I snapped as I picked the knife up again and started cutting the carrots, with a little more force than necessary.
Cassian pressed his face to the side of my neck and breathed in deeply. The video is still recording but neither of us really cared. He then peppered kisses down my neck and I hummed softly, melting into his touch.
“I’m so sorry baby, I lost a bet to my brothers. it’ll never happen again. Let me make it up to you please?” He begged, a whine entering his tone, his hands obsessively grabbing my waist and holding me tight to his growing length.
I flushed and quickly grabbed the phone and stopped recording, passing it Cassian. “Later.” He continued to touch me as we made dinner, helping me reach the dishes on the high shelves and cutting the vegetables so I could focus on other tasks. One hand was constantly touching me as we worked side by side and brushing against me as he moved about the kitchen.
“You know I’m proud of that punch by the way.” Cassian finally spoke, I looked up and expected to find a goofy grin on his face but all I could find was pride and I ignored the way my entire being lit up at it. “Thanks, my current mate taught it to me.”
Cassian’s eyes sparked with a challenge, mirth dancing in them even as something darker hid behind it, pulling on the bond. He was right it was fun to mess with his instincts, he couldn’t hide the way his hands tightened around his chair.
Before the night progressed any further a text popped up on my phone. A message from Venmo from both Rhys and Azriel with different amounts on the notification as they paid me what was due. The comment from Rhys reading: 'he should be more careful when you have a knife in hand.’
“Those bastards fucking set me up.” Cassian scoffed leaning in his chair and huffing like a small child. “Yup.” I popped the p reaching for my phone but Cassian was quicker, years of honed reflexes had him picking me up and carrying us to our bedroom in just a few quick seconds.
“Alright enough of this damned nonsense.” He growled and I laughed, pressing myself closer to him as the night finally began.
Feyre
Feyre was seated on the breakfast nook, the morning sun reflecting off her skin and making her even more radiant. I skipped into the kitchen and pressed a kiss to her lips, my mate’s mouth chasing me as I pulled away before sitting next to her.
“Oohh what are we eating?” I asked, eyeing the spread before me excitedly.
“Well there’s some bacon, pancakes, fruit…” Feyre’s voice trailed off as she noticed I was already reaching for my phone to snap a picture, an amused chuckle escaping her before taking another sip of her tea. I opened the camera app looking at the picture button before deciding on a video as an idea formed. I’d just been watching those current partner videos earlier…and I selfishly wanted to see her reaction.
I set the phone up on the vase of my favorite flowers sitting in the middle of the table hitting the record button before my mate could ask what I was doing and I ignored her silent question as she arched her brow.
“So I’m here eating breakfast with my current wife-”
“What did you just say?” Feyre asked, choking on her tea, looking at the camera then back to me a few times. “I’m not sure if I heard you right?”
“No, your hearing is fine love. We’re eating breakfast and you’re my curr-”
“Finish that sentence and see what happens.” Feyre said darkly, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, eyes narrowing in on me. Fuck she was so pretty. When I remembered what we were talking about I continued the conversation for the sake of a video long sense paused unbeknownst to me.. “I’m just saying-”
“No.” She demanded, placing a hand on my thigh and squeezing in warning. “My current mate and I are eating breakfast-”
“No.” She snapped, squeezing my thigh with just a little more force and I couldn’t help but squirm, heat licking down my spine. I could tell she was close to snapping just a little more… “Fine guys. My current girlf-”
“Alright.” Feyre growled, reaching over and breaking my phone in half with a surprising strength, her power surging and tainting the air briefly. “Feyre!” I gasped standing up in shock. “It seems my pretty little mate wants to play games with me.” Was all she said before throwing me over her shoulder and carrying me upstairs. Fucking Finally.
Nesta
Nesta and I were all wrapped up in our bed, leaning against the headboard hair wet from our earlier bath together and I curled into her shoulder even more so I could be closer to her and also so I could see her phone more clearly as she scrolled through Tiktok.
A voice played from the speakers. The female on the screen doing another one of those current boyfriend videos with the male right next to her throwing a fit. I giggled a little bit and Nesta looked down at me with a serious expression taking over her face. “I will kill you if you do that to me. I’m serious, don't even think about it.”
I knew her struggles and the things she’d overcome, it would be disrespectful to poke fun at old wounds just for the sake of a few likes. I nodded and moved so I was straddling her thighs. “Didn’t even cross my mind baby you’re stuck with me for life I’m afraid.”
She smiled, a genuine one and my heart sang at the fact I was able to pull it from her.
Elain
I finally found Elain in the kitchen and I walked up behind her wrapping my arms around her torso and pressing a kiss to the juncture of her throat. “Missed you.” I murmured. She hummed happily, leaning against me and rubbing those callused hands along my arms as she turned to give me a proper kiss. One in which I greedily indulged her.
Finally when we pulled away she mumbled a breathless “Missed you too.” When I noticed the camera that was recording. I gave Elain a questioning look. “I’m making a tutorial on how to make my famous lavender cookies!”
“You’re going to share the recipe with the entire world and not me?” I grumbled unhappily and she chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to my nose to get me to calm down. “That’s because I’m supposed to cook them for you, not the other way around. You know the rules in my house.”
I rolled my eyes and washed my hands before coming back to Elain’s side to help her. She arched an accusing brow at me. “What?! I can cook. I'm great in the kitchen.”
“Sure you are.” She said, not so subtly rolling her eyes. “Just introduce me to your little viewers.”
“Alright guys this is…” She paused and I could practically see the wheels turning in her head, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. “My current wife and she’s going to help me finish up.”
I paused what I was doing, putting the measuring cup down so I could look at my mate, who was intentionally avoiding eye contact. “Baby you said current wife.”
She just hummed and I put a hand on my hip, snatching her phone up, and deleting the video. “Hey!”
“Nuh uh, cause I am not the one Elain Acheron. Your cookies are for me and me only, your mate. Not your current wife, or wife, or girlfriend or one of those little side-”
“You mean my friends?”
“I am definitely not one of your friends.” I grabbed her by the hips and set her on the counter, pressing myself between her legs. “Fix it. Now.”
“You’re my mate. My beautiful, lovely, very possessive mate.”
“And....”
“And I love you very much and I’m yours.”
“Yeah that’s what I thought.” I grumbled, pressing my mouth to hers and invading her with my tongue, trying to etch my lovely mate into my very soul and being even further than she already was.
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Whatever this is but I'm not telling you who I thought of when I was thinking about it.
(tagging it as the characters I write for so take a guess at who I thought of)
18+! MINORS DNI!
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Your lips fell in a silent gasp, head tilting back silently. Fuck...you were currently the hottest thing on the planet to him. Here he was, holding the backs of your thighs as he kept them split, filling you up with every inch of him slowly. He had to supress a loud groan that bubbled through his lips as a quiet whimper.
No one outside that room knew you were gripping the edge of the desk, back arched up slightly as you painstakingly silently enjoyed yourself. The fact your legs were split open only brought him further pleasure. Fuck, he'd definitely press his thumb to your clit if he wasn't holding up your legs.
Trembling with every thrust, you were in pain from not being able to moan out his name. Letting the world know who was making you feel this good. "So good...god.." he mumbled out, letting out a quiet breath after as he only picked up the pace.
Oh, if only the people outside the room knew. How badly you needed his cock, and how willing you were to let him defile you on the desk right then and there. No condom either. How brave.
i would love to see more platonic yan batfam! Like what happens if reader like slipped on the stairs and broke a bone?
𝓐rcane — mysterious, known by few.
ℬatfam | platonic yandere batfam x male!reader
content warning: description of broken ankle, the batfam obsessing over you lol
authors note: guys i've never broken a bone sorry if this is inaccurate :(
word count: 693
Your attempt was futile. You'd yelled at Jason, who had 'playfully' insulted you one too many times. Now you stormed down the corridors, the others trailing behind. Dick, the kindest of the five, tried to negotiate with you.
"C'mon, baby, just let Jay apologise-" You broke into a run, brows furrowed. Apologise, your ass. You spotted the front door from the second-floor railings and dashed to the staircase, wide enough for all five of you.
Finally, you faced them. Jason stood sheepishly at the back, silent, while Dick gently caressed your arms. “He’s sorry. It’s nothing to get worked up over, okay, birdie?” You shook your head quickly in protest, pushing him away. He stumbled back (acted weaker than he was to give you the upper hand, no way you’d be able to push him), standing next to Bruce.
“[name].” Bruce spoke, folding his arms over his chest. “Jason will apologise.”
You groaned, rolling your eyes and finally making it down the first of the many steps to run out the front door. It all happened at once, your feet suddenly hitting the edge of a step and toppling down the staircase. You’d landed on your back at the bottom of the staircase, lying on the brown mahogany floor with a groan. A sharp crack echoed up the grand staircase.
You felt a sharp pain shoot up your leg, and as you tried to sit up, you realised what was wrong. Your ankle was practically the wrong way, not connected to your leg bone and uselessly lying on the floor. You bit your bottom lip so as not to cry out, trembling hands grabbing at your ankle to try and ‘fix’ it.
The Batfam was already by your side; you hadn’t even seen them running down the carpeted stairs. Dick had picked you up, one arm under your knees and the other under your back, so he was nowhere near your broken ankle.
Tim was already at your other side while Dick carried you back up the stairs, leading the lot to the private infirmary. “It’ll take around six to twelve weeks to heal, [name],” he sighed. “This is why you should do as we say, instead of running away like a brat.”
You didn’t answer; instead, you glared as Dick spoke to you. “It was only Jason winding him up, Tim. And twelve weeks of you not leaving the house sounds pretty good to me.” You folded your arms with a huff, resting the side of your head against his chest.
“Shut up,” you grumbled under your breath as you were gently lowered onto the medical bed. Bruce was already phoning the physician, voice deep, even though you couldn’t tell what he was saying. Once you were led down, everyone began to fuss over you.
“Poor birdie,” Dick spoke, rubbing up and down your good leg as they all waited for the physician. Jason was at your other side, holding your hand with tightness as if he felt guilty. “Sorry, [name].” He spoke, uncharacteristically kind.
Tim paid no mind to you (or so you thought, his mind is always occupied with you), sitting at a cool metal table, tapping keys on his laptop and thoroughly researching what he’d need to do to speed the healing process. Damian was silently standing at the foot of the medical bed, eyes fixed on your ankle with a furrowed brow.
Bruce was the one who paid attention to you the most, even if it didn’t seem like it. He’d long put his phone in his pocket, standing near the head of the bed, caressing your forehead. “You should’ve told me about Jason first. I’d have handled it.”
The physician stumbled into the infirmary, pushing up his glasses with a finger and holding his briefcase in his other hand. Bruce had probably threatened the poor man on the phone.
“It’ll need a cast, and healing should take around nine weeks,” the physician spoke as he worked, cleaning the area after doing an X-ray before applying the cast itself.
“Nine weeks of taking care of you, baby,” Dick whispered, planting a kiss on the back of your hand.
I'm just here to request something simple actually. Science you want it a little bit seprerate, can I request Danganronpa thh girls and weather they preffer boobs, ass, or thights? (I'll come back for the guy version of it at some point if you don't mind, lmao)
Again, thank you very much
>> #Author's note ::
"WOHEWOWIE! I LOVE THESE TYPE OF REQUESTS!!! I hope i did good! I ALSO put the reader as afab!gn Hope it's alright <3"
>> genre: nsfw headcanons!
>> ship: trigger happy havoc girls x afab!gn reader
>> content warning: CHIHIRO FUJISAKI IS NOT MENTIONED HERE. HE IS A MALE IN THIS BLOG! + JUNKO ENOSHIMA AND MUKURO IKUSABA NOT INCLUDED sorry :'< and uh..ERR....ERM cough...Went a bit lazy after Sakura.. SORRY FOR THE LACK OF ASS LOVERS, THESE ARE MY OPINIONS
THH GIRLS X AFAB! READER
#GENERAL NSFW HEADCANONS
SAYAKA MAIZONO ::
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When you ask her that question, she'd blush and giggle at you, saying that she doesn't know how to answer such a ridiculous question.
But she would say boobs. She likes how they feel in the palms of her hands, and likes the feeling of them pressed against her plush ones.
She acts innocent every time she hugs you, but she's trying to fit your boob against hers, like she wants to feel fit your bodies together.
During sex, she'd be subtle, but you know what she's going for, trailing her hands up from your naked hips to the side of your breasts. Small or big, or even flat, as long as they're nipples, she's playing them!
She always encourages you to be comfortable around her, and loves it when you do get naked or without any bra, or if you're wearing something that doesn't stop your boobs from bouncing like water balloons? Hell yeah
If you're ever feeling insecure? She's encouraging you immediately.
“hm? Oh, but what's not to like about them? They're perfect, because they're yours. And you're perfection itself~"
KYOKO KIRIGIRI ::
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Kyoko isn't one to lie or shy from a question, especially something you're curious about. She would say she likes every part of you, but your chest gets her staring a bit
If you're wearing a V neck shirt, a tight shirt, or something that shows the line of your breasts, she's definitely staring, but she's not dumb enough to let you actually catch her on her own perversion.
she also likes your thighs, she finds something comforting and artistic about them. She doesn't care much about the size of them. Whether there's fat, it's just more to hold, or thin, she'd feel something possessive inside her get enlight and grow when she's able to palm them.
She's kissing those thighs no matter what. Scarred? Difference skin colours? She's tender about it no matter what.
SAKURA OGAMI ::
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Sakura is a hard one, because she's just not like that, but if i had to choose, she's into thighs. Here i said it
She loves every part of you equally. But your thighs have something soft about them, like they're made of art.
Like Kyoko, she doesn't care about their size or anything else, she just likes their shape and how delicate they are
When driving between your legs, she always makes sure to grab and hold them, making sure to show them a fair amount of love before finally giving you what you want.
Not related to the thighs, but her fingers are incredibly thick, especially for your small pussy, and the texture of her hard fingers give you enough overstimulation to come hard.
“there, there. It's okay. You can take it. You're perfect.”
She's inlove with the sight of your thighs trembling and glowing with your come and her saliva, she's willing to lick them clean too! Just saying!
TOKO FUKAWA ::
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Toko is one hell of a horny bitch when she's deep in a relationship.
She's definitely blushing and giving you this look when she's asked that question.
She also likes your thighs, obsessed even. She's the type to draw invisible patterns on them when you're sitting on her face.
She also can't help but talk all about your curves, your chest or ass. She loves them all.
“W—what is all this m-meat for, huh? Planning t-to kill me w-with 'em...?~"
She's actually the type to ask you to kill her with your pussy, because to her twisted mind, drowning in your juices until she fucking dies. That's a kink of hers.
AOI ASAHINA
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Your best cheerleader!! Genuinely, she will say bashfully she likes all of you, emotionally and physically. But your ass and tits got her panties more wet than ever.
To see you struggling to put on a short skirt on, your tits and ass bouncing as you jump to get them on. All of it got her hands feel achy all of sudden.
She WILL stare with shame all across her face as you run to her, gosh she really should invite you to the gym, in the purpose of just seeing you get all sweaty and start panting.
SHE LOVVESSS TO SEE YOU ON HER CLOTHES!
“h-hey [name]! Wanna swap clothes?”
“oh, sure! It seems so much— uh.. Hina? These are just your panties and tank top..”
Even if your curves were small, it just means she can hold them in her hands and coo all at them! She might even convince you to wear a tight crop top so she could see more of you.
CELESTIA LUDENBERG
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Celestia will mock you in that rich tone of her, a hand covering her mouth. She wouldn't avoid the question, but she will refuse to answer it head on.
But secretly, she has a kinky and dirty mind, she would imagine you in skimpy black lingerie, she dreams of it.
She is obsessed about your boobs, obsessed. She finds it aestheticically pleasing, and loves to see you in a lacy croset or even bows on them.
She also likes it when you're wearing a shirt with no bra, showing your chest underneath. she would 'shame' you for it, but would poke and pinch your already hardened nipples with her black nails. Yeah she's evil.
“aw, whining now? Then maybe you shouldn't have worn something like this. Perhaps you were asking for it? If so, i shall commit."
She doesn't judge any type of body, but small boobs are her attraction, she loves the feeling of playing them, the embarrassment on your face makes her thrive on it and feel encouraged.
"SO SORRY FOR NOT DOING MUKURO OR JUNKO AGHHHHH!!"
Pairings: Billy Butcher x Reader (Situationship, Reader sees things through Rose Colored Glasses); Homelander x Reader (Picturesque Maternal Figure/ew yucky); The Boys x Reader (Platonic); The Seven x Reader (Deeps a Creep)
TW: Angst, Establish Relationship, Toxic Relationships, Cheating, Mentions of Pregnancy/Eventual Pregnancy, Bimbo Reader, Homelander (need I say more), The Deep (again, we know), Sexual Relations (Ranging from soft lovey sex to rough, choking sex), Reader is called "Sweetheart", Mental Health issues (depression, anxiety, panic attacks, etc). If I am missing anything, please do not be afraid to let me know.
Chapter One: Shit Happens
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