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crookedteethed · 24 days ago

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18+ -mdni

ᥫ᭡. Soft!Rafe Headcanons (but oh, it turns dark)

At first, he doesn’t seem like the other guys on Kildare. Everyone knows Rafe Cameron as the kook prince: arrogant, troublemaker, sometimes violent. But when he first meets you, there’s this quiet charm to him. He stumbles over his words, blushes when you catch him staring too long, and fumbles with his sleeves nervously. It’s almost sweet—almost like he’s a different Rafe entirely.

Soft!Rafe who insists on driving you everywhere. He’d show up outside your house at random times with this stupidly proud smile, like he’s already won just by getting to see you. He always opens the car door for you, fingers grazing the small of your back a little too long. And he drives slow—too slow—just to keep you in his car for longer.

He buys you little things constantly. A bouquet of flowers just because. Your favorite iced coffee. A gold chain with a tiny charm that you offhandedly mentioned once. “It made me think of you,” he’d mumble, soft voice barely audible. But he always watches intently as you react, cataloging every smile or laugh.

Soft!Rafe whose obsession starts with him memorizing every detail about you. The exact shade of your nail polish. The way you like your coffee. The perfume you wear. He swears it lingers in his car after he’s dropped you off, and he secretly takes the long way home just to breathe it in.

Late-night texts turn unsettlingly consistent. At first, it’s cute—“you up?” or “i can’t sleep. thinking of you :)” But soon, it turns into long, rambling messages about how he misses you even though he just saw you. “Do you think of me the way I think of you? I can’t get you out of my head, it’s killing me.”

Soft!Rafe who worships your body. When things inevitably escalate, he’s almost reverent. Every kiss is lingering, every touch is careful—like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers. “You’re perfect,” he whispers against your skin, breathless. He’ll spend hours between your legs, murmuring praises like it’s his purpose to make you fall apart under him.

Soft!Rafe whose sweetness starts to seem... off. He tells you how beautiful you are a little too intensely. There’s a quiet desperation in his voice sometimes, like he’s trying to convince you to stay. “No one could ever love you like I do.” And when you pull away? His sweet smile falters just a little too long.

He keeps things that remind him of you. The sweater you let him borrow once—it’s folded neatly under his pillow. A lipstick you accidentally left in his car sits on his desk like a trophy. He’s even saved your voicemail, replaying it late at night when he’s alone in his room.

Soft!Rafe who loses it the first time you mention another guy. At first, he plays it cool—laughs it off with that forced smile of his. But his hand tightens around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. Later that night, you get a slew of texts: “He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t even know you like I do.”

He starts showing up uninvited. Outside your job when you get off. At parties you didn’t even tell him about.“Just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. But his eyes are dark—there’s something possessive behind them that you can’t ignore anymore.

Soft!Rafe who makes love to you like you’re his religion. His touches turn frantic, kisses bruising as he whispers, “Mine. You’re mine, aren’t you?” over and over again. There’s something in the way he holds you—almost desperate—like if he lets go, you’ll disappear.

The shift is slow but terrifying. One day, you notice how eerily quiet he gets when you don’t give him all your attention. His soft demeanor doesn’t falter, but there’s a shadow of something unhinged in his eyes when he tilts his head and asks, “Who were you with earlier?”

Soft!Rafe who convinces you he’s harmless. Even when you start to get uneasy, he pulls you right back in with his charm. “You’re the only good thing in my life,” he whispers, voice trembling as he cups your face. And suddenly, you feel guilty for doubting him. After all, he’s sweet Rafe—he wouldn’t hurt you... right?

a/n-emptying out my drafts, yuh.

as always, comments, likes, and reblogs all keep me motivated. 🫶🏾

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sophie-looks-at-stuff · 7 months ago

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As You Wish

Pairing: Aemond x wife reader

Summary: Aemond's new wife has a moment of reflection wondering if her new husband truly cares for her. Aemond is determined to prove to her that he is utterly devoted to her.

Warnings: smut, some slight angst? maybe idk honestly haha, Aemond loves his wife he just has issues expressing it lol, p in v, oral (f receiving) man is a champ when it comes to that, praise, 18+, vulgar language lol, slight breeding kink

AN: hey y'all! long time no see haha, I finally watched the season 2 hotd premiere last night and had to finally write something! this is my first go at a legit fic and not just headcanons so don't be too judgy haha. but I hope y'all enjoy it! :)

PS: it is unedited rn, but I was just too excited to post it, so I'll edit it later!

The rose-scented bubbles of the bath water lapped soothingly against your flesh. This had become your routine, after the evening's supper or feast you would call to your handmaid to draw a bath. Scalding hot water, warm enough to turn your skin pink upon contact. The boiling water and the familiar scent of the roses were one of the few things that brought you comfort after your marriage to Prince Aemond. Your family had come seasonally to court for many moons now, your mother being a friend of Queen Alicent. As your brothers sparred with the young princes in the training grounds, you took more kindly towards the gardens. Wandering around the maze of flowers and bushes searching for faeries and nymphs. Of course, you had been only a child then and had not yet known that such silly things don’t exist.

It had been the Prince himself that informed you of such. You had been crouched on your knees before a bed of yellow roses, looking between the stems and leaves for the little creatures. The skirts of your dress soiled and stained brown from the earth beneath you. You had been so preoccupied with searching for them, that you hadn’t heard the crunching of grass and footsteps behind you.

“What in the Seven Hells are you doing?” Aemond had asked you, voice bitter but curious. You stood up hastily, nearly tripping on your own two feet as you spun around and curtsied clumsily.

“I am searching for faeries my Prince. Mother said that they can be found amongst the stems of the most beautiful flowers!” Your small hands began to nervously dust themselves off on your already dirty skirts. Aemond’s eye followed the motion, his upper lip curling in disgust. It had only been a couple of moons since the young prince had lost his eye. The scar was still fresh and red around the edges, the eyepatch clearly bothering him. For it appeared to be fastened too tight around his head.

“Don’t be absurd, such pathetic things don’t exist. All you’ve succeeded in doing is soiling your clothes.” He motions down towards your skirts, your cheeks heating in embarrassment. Feeling ashamed to be talked down upon by someone you hoped to be a potential friend. Even though his eye, or lack thereof, scared most, you had found it intriguing. Your father had told you stories of men in faraway places who wore their scars like badges of honor, like trophies of war. The marred skin being a testament to their victories in battle. Your father however did not return to tell the tails of his own scars, for he had passed in the Stepstones, aiding Lord Corlys and Prince Daemon in their war.

“My apologies my Prince, for I-” you dared a look up into face, his brows knit together, arms crossed over his chest. You lowered your eyes in shame once more “I shall go change my skirts at once.” And with that you darted off, not waiting for a response from the young Targaryen.

That had been many years ago though, and you were no longer a child, and nor was he. Prince Aemond had grown into a handsome man, not just physically, but intellectually as well. The water of your bath had grown tepid as you recalled the memory, a slight frown adorning your features. Why had he wanted to marry you? He hardly had shown any interest, more likely it was because his mother and grandfather craved the military prowess your family possessed. They needed it for the impending war. So a proposal for your hand had been made, and your eldest brother eagerly accepted. After your father’s passing, and your mother grew older in age he had taken it upon himself to attend to the coming and goings of your house.

It wasn’t that Aemond was exactly an unkind husband, he just wasn’t present, ever. There was always a reason or excuse for him to leave a room once you arrived. The only full night you had spent with him had been your wedding night, in your marital bed. He wasn’t rough, nor was he gentle, but he possessed an air of duty and responsibility when it came to the consummation. For once he spilled his spend inside of you he had fetched a cloth for you to clean yourself. Then turned his back to you and slept, not uttering another word.

The sound of your chamber doors creaking open drew you from your thoughts. The clanking of a sword and heavy footsteps made their way towards you in the bathing room. You were met with the sight of your rather disheveled lord husband. Before you could offer him a greeting, however, his eye lifted to your face, and he asked:

“May I join you?” Taken aback slightly by the question there was a pause, the room silent. Then, you nodded, “Yes, yes of course you may husband.”

Aemond had waited for your approval before stripping himself bare of his clothes, riding clothes by the looks of it. He must have been out on Vhagar. You observe him as he untethered his belts and the laces of his boots. The years of training had done him well, his arms and back muscles lean and corded. Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to drag your nails down them, as he fucked into you–

“Wife? Did you hear me?” Shit, he must have asked you something, looking up from the muscles of his arms to meet his eyes you shook your head. He chuckled a bit, smirking, you had been caught in your staring.

“I asked you, how was your day my lady wife.” A hint of amusement laced his voice, he had rid himself of his clothes, having placed them neatly over the back of one of the armchairs in the rooms.

“Oh, well, it was alright. Nothing too exciting I'm afraid. I did have tea with your mother and sister though. That was quite pleasant, Helaena was telling me of the butterflies that come for the roses this time of year. She said we must go see them once they arrive.” As you spoke Aemond made his way around the tub, to behind you. It took an embarrassingly great deal of effort not to stare as he had presented himself bare before you. To look only above his waist and not let your eyes drift down towards his cock.

“Mmh, yes we must see them then,” his cold hands met your shoulder blades, rubbing small, soothing, circles on them. This was his way of telling you to move forward, so that he may join you in the tub, taking his place behind you, and pulling you onto his lap.

“You take such tepid baths wife. You’ll catch a cold one of these days.” He mumbled into your ear as he made himself comfortable behind you, his legs outstretched beside your own. It wasn’t that such small talk was uncommon between the two of you when he was around. Besides, you two did share chambers, so despite his avoidance during the day, he was bound to return to you at night.

Turning fully to face him now, with a surge of annoyance, the water sloshing around the two of you with your sudden movements. “Why do you care? You are hardly even here to see me as is, I doubt you would even notice.” Aemond’s singular lilac eye widens, not from anger, but rather from surprise. His lady wife was always so sweet, so silent, this was new, and dare he say exciting.

“A woman can only take so much you know–” You go to stand, to leave the tub, and go to bed, done with whatever this conversation is. Aemond’s hand shoots out to grasp your wrist, stopping you from doing so.

“Wait!” It came out more harsh than he had intended. “I do care for you my lady, truly I do. I did not know that you–”

“Prove it.” You say interrupting whatever he is about to tell you. You keep your eyes level and voice steady. “Prove it to me then husband,”

Aemond says only one thing before attacking your lips, “As you wish,” He is not gentle in his kisses, he does not know how to be gentle. Perhaps you could teach him. His grasp on your wrist moves to your waist as he continues his assault on your lips. His hands roam the flesh of your waist, your hips, your thighs, his lips move down towards your neck. Biting and nipping at the flesh there, sure to leave a mark for all to see.

“Aemond–”

“Shhh, let me take care of you tonight. Let me prove to you how much I desire you, my love.” He murmurs between bites and kisses. He pulls back, only for a moment, “You are beautiful, I am sorry I have not told you this enough,” his lips attach themselves to one of your breasts, suckling at the nipple. You let out a surprised breath as he bites down, a wave of pleasure shooting straight to your core.

His roaming hands have found purchase on your ass, his deft fingers kneading the plump flesh. Suddenly his grip becomes tighter as he rises from the tub with you in his arms, water spilling over the sides and onto the floor. You hurriedly wrap your arms around his neck, in an attempt to steady yourself.

“Aemond! You’ve made a mess–” He laughs, fully this time, not just a chuckle. It’s a lovely sound you think.

“Fuck the mess, the maids shall deal with it in the morning. I’ve neglected my dear lady wife and that must be rectified immediately. One of the hands on your ass pulls back and gives it a small slap. You gasp in surprise, tucking your face into his neck, peppering small kisses there, just as he had done to you moments before. You could get used to this side of your husband. Aemond lets out a hum of satisfaction at your ministrations, soon after playfully throwing you down onto your shared bed.

“Aemond the sheets, they’re soaked now–” you began to protest cut off rather abruptly by his grip on your ankles. Pulling you down towards the end of the mattress, your cunt now level with his lips.

“That should hardly matter, we have others–” he places a kiss on your inner thigh. “Besides the only thing I care to see soaked is your cunt after I am done–” Without another word or hesitation, Aemond licks a hot stripe up the center of your core. Then a second, and a third, until he loses all control. He devours you like a man starved. His strong arms wrap themselves around your things, pulling you impossibly closer to him. His tongue continues its assault on your cunt.

“You taste of the finest ambrosia–” the vibrations of his voice sending shock waves of electricity to your clit. Aemond is only spurred on further by the sound of your sweet moans. His name falling from your lips like a chant, like a prayer to the Seven. His lips find purchase on your clit, sucking and licking till you're writhing beneath him. Your hands shoot down, finding purchase in his long silver locks.

“Aemond, oh Aemond–” the words spill from your lips like nonsense. The only thing you are able to focus on is his lips and tongue lapping at your cunt. The man between your thighs devouring you like this is his last meal alive.

“Cum for me, cum on my tongue. And then I shall reward you with my cock. Cum for me my love–” As if on command, you feel the muscles of your lower abdomen contract, and then all that lovely pleasure overflows, and bursts from you. With a strangled cry of his name, you cum on his tongue. You look down at your husband between your thighs, his lips glistening in your release.

“Good girl, my good, sweet, perfect girl. You did exactly what I asked,” he crawls up your body, stopping only to place the occasional kiss to your hot skin. His lips return to your neck, sucking love marks into the skin over the faint ones he had left before. A newfound favorite of his perhaps. He gives his cock a few strokes, his thumb collecting the beading drop of arousal from his tip. Wordlessly, he brings the digit up to your lips, pressing down gently on your bottom one. You open your mouth, sucking the essence from his finger, swirling your tongue around it, eager to please him. He groans in response, resting his forehead on yours,

“Perhaps another night my love, I need to be inside of you now.” You release his thumb with a slight pop.

“Fuck me then, husband–” Not needing any further encouragement, Aemond sheathes his cock inside of your cunt. The warm, velvety walls squeezing him perfectly. “Fuck–” he moans breathlessly as he slowly begins to thrust into your weeping cunt. The squelching noises from his movements turn your cheeks red, you move to hide your face in the crook of his neck once more, but a hand on your chin stops you. From above, Aemond’s lilac eye bores into your own, like a spell, you are unable to look away.

Aemond’s thrusting becomes faster, harder, like a man starved. The grasp on your chin returns to your hips. As Aemond rolls back slightly, sitting on his knees, he brings your hips to meet his, your back still on the bed. From this angle he has full control over your body, not that he hadn’t before. But now he could control his thrusts, making them sharper, harder. Beneath him, your eyes screw shut in pleasure, consumed by his ministrations.

You look beautiful like this, he thinks. Cheeks red, hair a mess, sweat glistening on your skin. He had been a fool before, not indulging you more often. Not being by your side, it was a mistake he would make no more. He had been too afraid of your rejection, too afraid you would find him repulsive because of his scar. The scar that he himself found so disturbing. But clearly, the way his name fell from your lips, as your face contorted in pleasure, this was not the case.

“Shall I cum inside of your perfect cunt? Shall I plant my seed, and watch you grow and swell with my child?” He barely recognized the words coming from his lips, too lost in carnal desire to notice.

“Yes, yes Aemond, yes–” the words leaving your lips like a hymn, a prayer to your lord husband. Aemond’s fingers began to circle your bud as he continued to rut into you.

“Together then, I can feel you little wife–” As if he possessed some kind of magic, you did as commanded. Aemond’s release coating your walls, both of you warm and well sated. Once more he leans down, leaving a small peck on your lips before resting his forehead on yours.

“I have been a fool, a complete and utter fool. I am not a great man in many ways my sweet lady wife. But for you perhaps I could be,” He places another kiss on your lips.

“I would like that very much Aemond,” you smile a bit as you say this because it is true and it would be unfair to not allow him to prove as much. After all, that is what you asked of him is it not? Without pulling out or away from you, Aemond rolls to his side, tucking you into him, desperate to keep you in his arms.

“Stay like this with me tonight, please?” He asks, afraid you’ll send him away.

“Tonight and every night if you behave,” you give him a slight pinch to add emphasis to your comment. You feel his chest vibrate against your cheek with laughter.

“As you wish,” he says one final time, as the two of you drift off to sleep, held safely in the arms of one another.

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galedekarios · 1 month ago

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🌹 emmrich & flowers 🌹

emmrich has this banter with harding, where she asks him if he ever thought about what he would have done if he hadn't become a watcher.

he doesn't have an answer at the time she asks him, it comes to him later, after some thought:

emmrich: a botanist! harding: what? emmrich: i considered your earlier question, and if i weren't a watcher, i should like to become one of the great botanists. harding: (laughs) emmrich: is that funny? harding: it's funny because it's perfect. i can totally see it. harding: you, tending to your garden. sniffing dirt. discovering new plants. gently asking the slugs to leave your roses alone. emmrich: i should think so! i would've spent a lot of time on those roses. [source]

not only does it make a lot of sense given how much emmrich loves flowers, a part of his questline being dedicated to gathering them, but it also made me think about a headcanon for emmrich.

an emmrich, who is coming to terms with his feelings for rook and thinking about how to show them (again, according to harding, both of them are quite obvious about it), drawing up ideas and overthinking a complete bouquet arrangement for rook.

he's not only set on picking beautiful flowers that create an even more beautiful greater whole, but a bouquet that holds meaning.

every single flower he picks reveals his thoughts and feelings and hopes, beautiful and complex as they are.

bluebells for humility (alluding to his "you humble me." line), gladiolus in honour of rook's strength of character and determination ("there's also something quite indomitable about you."), heliotropes for an undying love (a "flame eternal", if you will), and perhaps even beautiful and classic red roses (a true love, bashful love).

it would of course be up to you if your rook understands the deeper meaning behind the gesture, but i'd like to think emmrich wouldn't mind explaining.

it does make me laugh to imagine rook listening to emmrich details each flower meaning like

#emmrich volkarin #emmrich x rook #rook x emmrich #emmrook #dragon age 4 #dragon age: the veilguard #datv #da4 #da4 spoilers #datv spoilers #otp: love undying #ch: emmrich volkarin #ch: leander aurelian thorne #vg: dragon age 4 #series: dragon age #meta: myda4 #perhaps it becomes a thing he does for them #i do have a floriography book i have to look up if i find one that has a naughty meaning bc emm Would i just know it 🤭

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madewithangst · 2 months ago

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SVT + subtle acts of love

This is HIGHLY inspired by Jana's prompt

PAIRING: seventeen (ot13) x gn!reader FORMAT: drabble/headcanon WARNINGS: none?

🍒Seungcheol

Guiding you with a gentle hand on the small of your back. He's definitely the type to protect you at all costs—no question about it. He’ll make it clear to everyone that you’re HIS, but still respects you deeply. While Scoups often gets portrayed as the possessive, alpha type, the truth is, he’s more of a big softie with still a touch of gentlemanly charm.

😇Jeonghan

Fixing your clothes or hair. Knowing Jeonghan, who always has the prettiest hairstyle, he also pays close attention to how you look. Not in an overbearing or toxic way, but because he understands the little things—like how it feels when your blouse is unbuttoned, your bangs are out of place, or your makeup gets smudged. In a way, he becomes your personal "appearance police," always looking out for you.

🦌Joshua

Randomly giving you flowers. This man is a living uwu. We all know how pricey flower bouquets can be. With your hectic school/work schedule, receiving a bouquet always makes your heart swoon—but it's not just the flowers; it's the thought behind them. Joshua always makes sure to think of you, and with his means, why not spoil you with the most beautiful flowers he can buy?

😺Jun

Giving you food without asking. Remember that Teen Vogue interview where they played truth or dare with snacks on the table? Yep, this is totally inspired by that moment—Junhui was too busy mukbang-ing. But honestly, he gives off this vibe wherein whatever he snacks, you snack too. Especially after his trips to China—goodness, the amount of food he brought back just to share his favorite treats with you!

🐯Hoshi

Grabbing your hand and swinging it back and forth. As an introvert myself, physical touch is something I'm deeply into. Hoshi may look loud af on TV and in stadiums, but when the spotlight and cameras are off, that's when his introverted side kicks in. He recharges with cuddles and every bit of physical touch he can get from you. He loves doing the gesture of swinging your hands back and forth when you're out in public—it's his way of channelling his energy and finding comfort in your presence.

🐈‍⬛Wonwoo

Pulling out the chair for you. Another man that is a living uwu. With the world we're living in now, it's rare to find a gentleman like Wonwoo. It’s a small but meaningful gesture that shows he values your comfort and wants to make you feel special (bonus: he knows the gesture makes you swoon).

🍚Woozi

Writing you a love letter and hiding it for you to find. With a mind that never rests, and being in love with you only fuels his creativity. The boys joke that his song lyrics are getting too personal and too cheesy, so some of them get rejected. Clearly, the inspiration is you. So to channel his overflowing emotions, he turns to writing love letters, a practice you adore.

⚔️Dokyeom

Humming a song to calm you down. It started when you were having nightmares while he was away on tour. Luckily, it was daytime where he was, so he was there to comfort you with a phone call. He sang you to sleep that night, and since then, he’s never stopped singing for you especially when you need him most.

🐶Mingyu

Making your lunch to take to work/school with you. This man was born in this world to cook for you. That's it. He's the team leader in the kitchen department, but who can blame him? The guy can cook! He knows you need an extra minute of sleep, so he adjusts your alarm and takes care of the smallest tasks on your to-do list, like checking off "make lunch" for both of you.

🐸The8

Paying complete attention to you. Doesn't matter if he's in the middle of reading, painting, or even eating (especially eating), Minghao will turn his entire body toward you, giving you his full attention. He’s a man who believes in the importance of deep connection. So talking is very essential in your relationship. Whether you're ranting about work, sharing thoughts on the latest anime, or asking for fashion advice, he's always all ears.

🍊Seungkwan

Remembering something you told him. He has this remarkable ability to remember, which is probably a skill required when you're a big pop star. Even the smallest details of what you've shared with him are carefully stored in the file cabinet of his mind. He'll bring up something at the most unexpected moments, showing you how deeply he listens and values every word you say. It’s a quiet yet powerful reminder that you matter to him in ways you might not even realize.

🐼Vernon

Waiting at the door to come greet you when you get home. We all know Vernon and his naps, right? The boys know him all too well. That's why they couldn't believe it when you told them he's always there to greet you at the door when you arrive home (unless he's not home). He likes to nap on the couch when you're not home, so if he's napping, he'll wake up at the rattle of the key in the door. Eating? He'll run towards the door. Showering? Obviously impossible, but you'll still hear his loud voice from a distance. Baaaabe~

🦦Dino

Giving you a massage. Lee Chan is built to make others smile, and he pours that energy into every gesture. You were the one who started giving him massages because you noticed how his Hyungs always playfully tackle him, leaving him a bit worn out. Now, giving you massages has become his way of showing care, and he does it with a gentle touch, always focused on your comfort. It’s his quiet way of returning the favor, making sure you feel relaxed and appreciated, just as he always does for you.

a fun fact nobody asked, these three boys in the pictures are my holy trinity Thank you for the wonderful prompt @creativepromptsforwriting ✨

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shegetsburned · 5 months ago

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IS IT THAT SWEET? I GUESS SO. w. shiu kong ⋆.˚ ᡴꪫ

── ask content. “i gotta know, outside of the fwb!shiu au, what are your sfw and NSFW headcanons about him?”

sfw

negligent in keeping a normal sleep schedule, but when you’re with him he’s sleeping like a baby tucked between your breasts, arms wrapped around your lower waist, almost drooling on your shirt and you’ve never seen him this relaxed. he comes home late and just drops on you, easily drifting to sleep two minutes later.

a very well hidden case of chronic stress. he’s working a dangerous job with dangerous clients, which couldn’t be more stressful— even more when his client’s a greedy fool who kills teenagers. shiu has worked in the field enough time to make it unseen, but his stress level is constantly on a high, and guess who he goes to when it’s too much.

nonchalantly allows you to spend his money. he’s greedy with anyone else but you. you’ve got the password for his card and he’s even bought a credit card to your name in case anything happens. 'y/n kong' is written on the backside, with a more-than-generous credit limit.

makes time for you even with his fucked up schedule. he’s taking you out on expensive dates just to watch you parade in that pretty little dress he bought you days prior. it’s often 4-5 stars restaurants or breathtaking views.

he’s leaving early in the morning and doesn’t want to wake you up? there are flowers on the counter with a sweet note. you fell asleep waiting for him when he works late? beautiful flowers in the room when you wake up. you’re pissed at him for some stupid shit he did? no, you’re not. not when you’ve got flowers in your hands and he’s taking you to your favourite restaurant to make up for your stupid argument.

nsfw

knows how to properly enjoy every women’s features. he’s an ass and a boobs man, but also a thighs, waist, shoulders, eyes and lips man. he’s attracted to every part and shows his undeniable obsession when his hands travel from your hips to your back and to the nape of your neck to your sweet lips.

loves fucking you from behind. the sweat dripping from the curve of your back all the way to the flesh of your ass does things to him. while he plants his nails around your waist to steady the pace, he can’t help but get a mental picture of the addictive features of his beautiful girl.

takes a puff between kisses and blows the smoke into your mouth, intoxicating you further with the euphoric taste.

shiu ‘just one last time’ kong, but the next thing you know, he’s got you in a nasty mating press, ready to fuck his cum into you and bring both of you to yet another orgasm.

he’s truly obsessed. when he comes back home, he barely has removed his jacket when he cages you in the corner of the room, his hand buried under your shirt with a cocky smirk. he doesn’t remove anything but lower his pants and it’s sloppy and rough when he fucks into you.

the most silent man ever, but when he does make sound, it might be what finishes you right off. it’s guttural groans and heavy breathes against the crook of your neck.

he insist you speak his name, though. the quivering word that come out of your puffy lips leaves his cock pulsating. he definitely gets hard from it.

cigarettes. after. sex.

@honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe for being equally if not more obsessed over the man as i am <𝟑

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silkythewriter · 1 year ago

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I had an idea for a few headcanons you could do if ya want—

Maybe Sir Pentious with a reader who is so obviously in love with him, and keeps pining over him while literally everyone else but Sir Pentious himself can tell they like him? Like he's just really oblivous until reader finally straight up tells him.

Sir Pentious with a clearly in love reader!(●’◡’●)❤︎︎

Warnings!: Non!

Fandoms!:Hazbin hotel!

Author’s note!: HI HI OMG I LOVE SIR PENTIOUS HES SO SILLY!!!! I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS AS MUCH AS I DID

Summary!: reader who’s clearly in love with our favorite snake demon

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! ❤️

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“Call me, you can call me

Boy, just call me (call me, call me)

While you stalling, I'm evolving

I'd give all me”

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!🐍✨Sir Pentious✨🐍!

First of all, just to get out of the way, THIS MAN IS OBLIVIOUS!!!!, Autism be damned my boy can pull without even telling!!!!!

No but in all seriousness he is oblivious to your obvious longing for him.

Everyone can see you giving him shy longing stares only for him to be ranting about his latest invention. Not only would he not be able to tell but he’d always think your just being nice!

Of course he’s crushing hard behind his bedroom door to his little eggs. Happily stating and going on rambles of how gorgeous you looked today. He’d state everything! From the new hair style you tried to the new piece of clothing you bought and wore. When I mean he notices everything I mean it, but for some reason he can’t pick up on your obvious love for him.

The way he could stare in your eye as you tell him he looks breathtaking and still think you mean it just to be nice is astonishing. OF COURSE HES BLUSHING AND KICKING HIS TAIL, but he can’t bring himself to think you like him anymore than just friends!

He’d go to his egg boys and sadly rant on how you’ll only see him as friend. And the egg boys all share one Brain cell so they can’t tell you like him aswell!, maybe they might accidentally spill, or almost spill the secret of him liking you but he quickly knocks them away before you can make sense of what their saying.

All the residents watch as you do your best to drop hints only for him to complete miss it. Even angel cringes as he watches him completely be oblivious to the obvious flirting, it’s take Charlie and Vaggie to stop him from pointing out the obvious.

Husk almost always gives Sir Pentious as gaze of just utter confusion and tiredness.

He’d gladly take flowers from you that you gifted him and take care of it for weeks on end without realizing the romantic gesture!

Alastor, as always finds it humorous, although he usually doesn’t indulge himself in romantic like things he’s find it hilarious. “Even with three eyes he still can’t see the obvious! Ha!”

Charlie tries to help to the best of her ability to help guid him the right direction but it’s just end up with him more confused. Vaggie just face slaps internally,

honestly the whole crew wasn’t having high hopes for him as dim as that is. , look! He ain’t bad looking, but not many people would prefer his clumsy self, so they were honestly hoping he’d figure it out before you possibly moved on.

Even when your upset at the obvious frustrating situation he’s still be confused while trying to do his best to comfort you.

“Well I think the man isss clearly as dumb as a rock!”

It took you starring dead in his eyes for him to question if you were alright. Before you stated it was him

The way he just stood staring at you in pure disbelief, before snapping out of it and embarrassed as his previous words. But after the said embarrassment he’s full with giddy, why of course you love him!, he’s the great sir pentious!

Yea his embarrassment would quickly turn into pride, considering he got someone as beautiful as you to fall for him.

Definition of a clumsy gentlemen, he’d open doors so fast it’d smack him in the face, or pull when it’s a push door and be confused why it’s not opening.(´ω｀💧)

He’s just a silly lil guy! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

I feel like the crew in the hotel would be relief to find he finally figured out.

At the end of the night he’s squealing like a high school girl as he rambles to his egg boys about you in a new light!.

He’s gift you small little trinkets or happily spend hours with you talking!

He’s as lovesick as your are! He’s just a bit dense when it comes to accepting the fact you love.

It’s like the roles switched! Now he’s daydreaming-ly staring at you happy to have you as his, and him a yours.

Like I’ve said before! He’s a total drama queen, he can’t help it!, deny him a kiss teasingly? He’s crumbling down to the ground and holding his chest as if he just had a heart attack! (¬_¬)

He’s not at all secretive of his love for you, even if he wants to, to keep his image “professional”, he just can’t help and dote on you!

overall he’s a big dote and softy even if he tries to hide it, loves you with his whole being! ( ˘ω˘ ) He can a be a bit over the top sometimes but you’ll come to accept it! And hey who wouldn’t want a silly snake demons who’s tripping over their tail for you. Yea you got him in and over his head but he wouldn’t have it any other way. The roles have truly reversed(≖ᴗ≖✿)

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I LOVE HIS SILLY LIL SELF SO MUCH MORE PEOPLE SHOULD WRITE FOR HIM :(. TYSM FOR THE REQUEST I LOVED IT SM!!!! PLEASE COME AGAIN!!

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missrosiesworld · 5 months ago

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Bonds of Love

Headcanons for when Lycaon is in a relationship

Chivalrous and Gentle: Lycaon maintains a gentlemanly demeanor, always polite and considerate towards his partner. He opens doors, pulls out chairs, and carries heavy items, treating his partner with respect and care.

Lycaon smoothly opens the restaurant door with a practiced motion and turns to offer his hand to his partner, a gentle smile on his face. "After you, my dear. A gentleman always serves his beloved," he says warmly. His partner laughs softly, accepting his hand, and responds, "You're always so considerate." Lycaon, his visible eye filled with affection, replies, "It's my pleasure. You deserve nothing but the best," before leaning in to place a soft kiss on the back of their hand, his gaze full of warmth and devotion.

Protective Instincts: With his strong protective nature, Lycaon is always attentive to his partner's safety. He is vigilant and cautious, often positioning himself to shield his partner from potential harm.

As they walked through the crowded market, Lycaon subtly positioned himself between his partner and the bustling throng, his presence a silent shield. When they approached a particularly congested area, he placed a gentle hand on their lower back, guiding them safely through the crowd. Noticing his protective gesture, his partner glanced up with a soft smile. "You always know how to make me feel safe," they said. Lycaon smiled back, applying a reassuring pressure. "It's important to me that you're always protected," he replied warmly, nudging them toward a quieter corner while scanning the area to ensure their comfort and safety.

Romantic Gestures: Lycaon has a romantic side, often surprising his partner with flowers, handwritten notes, or thoughtful gifts. He enjoys planning special dates, such as stargazing nights or quiet dinners, to create memorable moments.

Lycaon approached his partner with a gentle smile, holding a bouquet of their favorite flowers behind his back. With a flourish, he revealed the vibrant blooms. "For you," he said tenderly, his gaze full of adoration. His partner's eyes widened in delight as they took the bouquet, the sweet scent filling their senses. "They're beautiful! What's the occasion?" they asked. Leaning in closer, Lycaon brushed his snout affectionately against their nose before nuzzling their cheek. "Just because I love you," he sweetly whispered. Seeing his partner blush, clearly touched by the heartfelt gesture, filled Lycaon with joy, his heart swelling at their happiness.

Intellectual Conversations: He values deep and meaningful conversations with his partner. Lycaon enjoys discussing literature, philosophy, and other intellectually stimulating topics. He listens intently and appreciates his partner's insights, often engaging in thoughtful debates and sharing his own perspectives.

The soft lighting illuminated the vibrant paintings around Lycaon and his partner as they strolled through the quiet halls of the art museum. Taking a moment to consider a particularly compelling piece, Lycaon leaned in slightly, his expression thoughtful. "The symbolism in this painting is fascinating," he said in a smooth, reflective voice. "The use of color and light by the artist to express emotion and depth is truly remarkable." His partner nodded, their eyes glowing with interest. "I love how the contrast between the shadows and light adds layers of meaning. It’s almost like the painting tells a story without words." Lycaon smiled warmly, holding their hand gently in his. "I appreciate how you see these details. Your observations always provide me with a new layer of understanding I hadn't considered before. It's one of my favorite things about our conversations."

Expressive Affection: Despite his reserved nature, Lycaon is affectionate in his own way. He often expresses his love through gentle touches, such as holding hands, resting his hand on his partner's back, or brushing a stray hair away from their face. His actions are subtle yet deeply meaningful, conveying his care and devotion.

It was a quiet evening as Lycaon sat beside his partner, the room filled with a peaceful silence. Reaching out, he gently took their hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. A tender smile spread across his face as he leaned in closer to brush a stray hair away from their face. "You always manage to captivate me," he whispered in a soft, sincere tone. A smile spread across his partner's face as they felt the warmth of his touch and the sincerity of his words. "You make me feel so special," they replied, their voice filled with affection. Lycaon's gaze softened, reflecting the depth of his emotions. Leaning closer, he tilted his head slightly, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to their lips. He kissed softly, yet passionately, expressing the depth of his love and devotion. As he pulled back, his thumb gently stroked their cheek. "You are special to me," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper, carrying the weight of his heartfelt words.

Loyal and Committed: Lycaon is incredibly loyal, and once committed to a relationship, he is dedicated and steadfast. He values trust and honesty, making sure to communicate openly with his partner. His commitment is unwavering, and he is always there to support and stand by his partner, no matter the circumstances.

Sitting on the couch with his partner, Lycaon gently took their hands in his, his grip firm yet comforting. Taking a deep look into their eyes, he spoke steadily, with a sense of sincerity in his voice. "You know I'll always be here for you, right? No matter what," he said, a look of unwavering commitment on his face. Feeling the warmth and reassurance in his words, they smiled softly, the tension easing from their body. "I do, and it means the world to me," they replied, their voice touched with emotion. Lycaon's expression softened even more as he leaned in, lifting their hands to his lips as he kissed them tenderly and with affection. "Good," he murmured, his voice soft and intimate. "Because you mean the world to me."

Soft and Vulnerable Moments: Lycaon feels comfortable showing his softer side with his partner. He opens up about his fears, dreams, and insecurities, trusting his partner with his innermost thoughts.

As they lay together in the dim light of the bedroom, Lycaon stared at the ceiling, a shadow of worry crossing his features. He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to voice his thoughts. "Sometimes, I worry that I might not be enough for you," he confessed softly. "That I might fail you in some way." His partner gently took his hand, their fingers lacing together in a comforting grip. "You never have to worry about that," they assured him, their tone filled with warmth and sincerity. "You're more than enough for me, just as you are." A small, relieved smile formed on Lycaon's lips as he turned to face them, their words soothing his fears. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His lips pressed tenderly against their foreheads as he found deep comfort and reassurance in their presence.

Playful Teasing: Lycaon enjoys a playful dynamic with his partner. While he is usually composed, he sometimes teases his partner in a lighthearted manner, enjoying the banter and the smiles it brings. His teasing is always gentle and affectionate, never crossing the line into hurtful territory.

As they worked side by side in the kitchen, preparing a meal, Lycaon noticed his partner struggling to open a jar of sauce. With a playful grin, he stepped closer, leaning over their shoulder. "Need a big, strong wolf to help with that?" he teased in a light and affectionate manner. They rolled their eyes with a mock sigh, handing him the jar. "Oh, please. Show me your amazing strength," they replied, playing along with the banter. Chuckling, Lycaon effortlessly twisted the lid off the jar and handed it back, his gaze twinkling with amusement. "There you go, just as requested," he said with a dramatic flourish. "Always happy to lend my mighty strength." His partner laughed, shaking their head. "You and your teasing," they said, nudging him playfully. "It's a good thing you're cute." Lycaon’s grin widened as he leaned in to kiss the tip of their nose. "And it's a good thing you love my teasing," he countered, his voice softening with fondness.

Supportive Partner: He is incredibly supportive of his partner's goals and aspirations. Lycaon is always there to offer encouragement, advice, and a listening ear. He celebrates their achievements with genuine pride and offers comfort and reassurance during challenging times.

As his partner walked into the room, Lycaon immediately rose to greet them, a proud smile on his face. "You did amazing," he said warmly, wrapping them in a gentle hug. "I knew you would impress everyone." Despite their exhaustion, they smiled with relief. "It was nerve-wracking, but I'm glad it's over." Guiding them to sit down, Lycaon held their hands and looked into their eyes, his expression sincere. "You were incredible. Your dedication and hard work truly shone through," he reassured, his voice filled with pride. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to their forehead. "Let's celebrate your success tonight. You deserve it."

Quiet Companionship: Lycaon appreciates quiet moments with his partner, where they can simply enjoy each other's presence without the need for words. Whether it's reading together, taking a leisurely walk, or sitting in comfortable silence, these moments are cherished as they reflect the deep connection and understanding between them.

Lycaon sat beside his partner on the couch, a book resting in his hands as the soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light over them. Occasionally, he glanced over at his partner, a soft smile playing on his lips as they were engrossed in their book. They shifted slightly, leaning into Lycaon's side, finding comfort in his presence. Without a word, they continued reading, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. As he breathed in deeply, Lycaon gently rested his head against theirs, feeling content in the shared quiet, enjoying the simple joy of being together without words.

Rituals and Traditions: Lycaon enjoys establishing rituals and traditions with his partner. Whether it's a weekly date night, a special way of celebrating anniversaries, or simple daily routines like morning coffee together, he finds comfort and joy in these shared experiences.

Every morning, Lycaon rises early to brew a pot of coffee, carefully preparing it just the way his partner likes it. He arranges two cups on the kitchen island, adding a small vase of fresh flowers to brighten the space. When his partner enters the kitchen, they're greeted by the comforting aroma of coffee. A smile spreads across their face as they approach the island. "Good morning," they say softly, taking a place next to Lycaon. Pouring the coffee into their cups, Lycaon hands one to his partner, his gaze warm with love. "Good morning," he replies. "Did you sleep well?" They share a quiet moment, savoring the start of the day together. Taking a sip, they nod, enjoying the rich flavor. "I did, thanks to you," they say, their voice filled with adoration. "These mornings are my favorite." Smiling, Lycaon sets his cup down and wraps an arm around his partner, pulling them closer. He leans in, placing a gentle kiss on their forehead. "Mine too," he murmurs.

Feral Protective Instincts: Though outwardly sophisticated and rational, Lycaon's innate feral character reveals itself when his partner is in danger. His usually composed demeanor gives way to a fierce protectiveness. He becomes intensely focused and assertive, ensuring that any threat is swiftly dealt with.

As Lycaon and his partner strolled through the bustling marketplace, enjoying the vibrant atmosphere, an aggressive individual suddenly approached them, visibly angry and raising their voice. Instantly, Lycaon's demeanor shifted, his usually calm expression turning dangerous as a low, warning growl rumbled from his throat. He stepped protectively in front of his partner, his posture aggressive. "Is there a problem here?" he growled, his voice deep and menacing, baring his sharp teeth in a silent snarl. The sudden display of his feral nature caused the aggressor to falter, clearly intimidated by the quiet but profound threat in Lycaon’s unwavering stance. "It would be best for you to move along now," he continued, his voice cold and commanding. Seeing Lycaon’s protective instincts in action, his partner felt both reassured and awed by his fierce loyalty. "It's alright," they whispered, gently placing a hand on his arm to calm him. As the aggressor backed away, clearly unnerved, Lycaon gradually relaxed. He turned to his partner, his expression softening significantly. Reaching out, he gently caressed their cheek, his touch tender and protective. "I won't let anyone harm you," he promised in a low, sincere voice.

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maluustrawberry · 5 months ago

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I wanted to make a request about what it would be like Bunnymund (ROTG) to fall in love with Reader who is the Guardian of Spring ❤️

Bunnymund X Guardian of Spring Reader. (Headcanons)

A/N: I thought this request was really cute, WHY IS HE SO HOT??!!! He was my childhood crush. I hope you like this Headcanon, I made it with great care.

-•❥❥• Spring and Easter had always worked together, so it was obvious that he knew you and admired your work. You never actually spoke to each other, but there were times when he watched you from afar, always surrounded by the animals you had awakened at the beginning of spring. The first impression you made was that you were very gentle, delicate and shy.

-•❥❥• He was surprised when you were chosen as guardian by the man in the moon. Being skeptical, at first he doubted whether you would really be able to protect The children from Pitch Black, because you had such a delicate and shy manner.

-•❥❥• The two of you became closer when you became guardian. Bunnymund didn't want to admit it, but he loved being around you because of your presence, always bringing calm.

-•❥❥• It was after a few years that he realized he was in love with you, when he was staring at you for too long, and admired how cute it was when butterflies landed on the flowers in your hair.

-•❥❥• One day, North caught him looking at you absent-mindedly and made fun of him for several months.

-•❥❥• He's very protective and loves to defend you by always standing next to you or behind, even though he knows you're powerful and can defend yourself.

-•❥❥• Often, when Bunnymund least expected it, he found himself very vulnerable in your hands when you paid too much attention to him. Because of your touch, he could become so vulnerable that he was almost submissive to you, almost desperate to be the only thing you saw at that moment.

-•❥❥• He likes to take you to flowery places that make Easter much more magical and colorful, especially because of your presence. And of course your meetings were in his den and painting Easter eggs.

-•❥❥• You know about the little feud between Bunnymund and Jack Frost, he gets jealous when Jack gets too close to you, and the winter spirit knows this and does it on purpose to provoke him.

-•❥❥• To calm him down from his constant jealousy, you would stroke behind his big ears or just give his muzzle a little touch. This quickly calmed him down, as it's the rabbit's most sensitive spot, almost like a drug... maybe even causing him more than that.

-•❥❥• When he confessed his love for you, he was completely nervous. He invited you to a flowery glade, almost enchanted by the beauty of the place and all the nature around. He knelt down humbly and took one of your hands, looking at you as if you were his goddess. That moment was overly dramatic because of his lack of knowledge about love or being in love, so he did it out of "common sense", but he really had no idea what he was doing at the time, almost like a desperate improvisation. He has trouble with very complex words all of a sudden, but, with his courage, he says everything he feels while looking at you with his piercing green eyes.

-•❥❥• He likes to call you by nicknames (my flower, my sweetheart, lovebug, cutie, darling... and of course, in hot times, he likes to call you "My bunny" or "Baby bunny").

-•❥❥• You can bet that in this relationship you would eat a lot of chocolate.

(I love those scenes when he turns into a little bunny OMG!!!😭💕✨🐰)

#bunnymund #bunnymund x reader #dreamworks animation #fanfiction #rotg x reader #rotg jack frost #rotg fandom #the rise of the guardians #rise of the guardians #rotg #pitch black x reader #pitch black #jack frost x reader #jack frost #easter bunny #Easter bunnymund

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anakinstwinklebunny · 8 months ago

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SAM MONROE HEADCANONS 🖤

Sam Monroe who's picking your clothes for you. Taking those cute, pink skirts and coquette accessories since he's obsessed with them (only on you)

Sam Monroe who's waiting for your classes to end so he could pick you up and make sure you're back at home all nice and safe

Sam Monroe who's absolutely in love with everything you do. He could be a total ass to anybody but would never dare himself to act like that towards his princess

Sam Monroe calling you princess, my girl, angel, baby

Sam Monroe who's making sure to give you flowers not only on your anniversary or valentine's day. He would stand at your door with this cute smile, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers

Sam Monroe being the type of boyfriend to give you small present almost every day or few times a week. He would say that he doesn't need occasion to give you presents/appreciate you. Mostly if he hadn't had the money it would be some origami that he did when he was bored or other things that he did himself

Sam Monroe's piercings that you can feel whenever he's sliding his tongue into your mouth or just kissing you

Sam Monroe who's a cuddling bear. He could cuddle to you without the break all the time and still would want more. He just loves when he's all snuggled up to you, murmuring all things he wants to tell you before he'll probably drift off in your arms

Sam Monroe who loves when you play with his hair. Especially when you two are cuddling. It makes him feel more calm, safe and it easily makes him sleepy

Sam Monroe who absolutely loves the sound of your voice. If you two didn't see each other for a longer period of time he'd definitely listen to your previous voiceovers on repeat

TW: mentions of smut

Sam Monroe who wants to kiss you till he loses his breath. He would pull back, softly gasping before giving you another kiss

Sam Monroe who is obsessed with making love to you. He loves the sound of your whimpers/moans when your eyes roll behind your head in ecstacy because of him

Sam Monroe who'll apologize over and over again for 'hurting' you during sex (like some bruises)

Sam Monroe who was (and still is) a whimpering mess whenever you're riding him or giving him a head

Sam Monroe who fucks you silly while your parents are in the house

Sam Monroe who will make sure to compliment you during sex to make you more comfortable and more confident within yourself and your body. He would whisper/moan things between his thrusts like; such a good girl, taking all of me this good/ Look at you, so beautiful..taking this cock like that/ Yeah? You're gonna cum? Go on, wanna see that pretty face when you come/ such a greedy, little pussy, begging for me all day

Sam Monroe who gives you aftercare. Will clean you off, whispering sweet words to you and planting small, loving kisses here and there ୨୧

TAGS: @kingdomhate @ysrjune @heartsforanakin

(if you want to be on the tag list, then don't be shy and let me know 💋)

#sam monroe #sam monroe smut #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe fanfiction #sam monroe fluff #smut #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen smut #haydenchristensen #sweet ani <3 #star wars #life as a house

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4unnyr0se · 6 months ago

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❥ sfw & n$fw headcanons - yuu nishinoya & morisuke yaku

warnings: timeskip! characters, fem! reader, they're sweetiepies, noya is actually a freak, roleplay, switch! noya, hickeys, spanking, mentions of unprotected sex, dom! yaku, slight breeding kink with yaku, cowgirl, doggystyle, they love you so much

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 2k

a/n: im sorry if yaku is ooc i wrote this at 2am and i do not feel like editing anything. n$fw is censored because i would like to keep my blog lmao

Yuu Nishinoya - SFW

❥ Absolutely whipped for you the second he lays his eyes upon you. You could be doing anything, literally anything, and he knew right then and there that he would die for you, no questions asked.

❥ He doesn’t really care what qualifies as a “date” as long as he gets to spend time with you. You could be folding laundry together, and he thinks it’s the most romantic date you’ve been on because you’re with him and you’re his entire world.

❥ Spontaneous. Gifts. He’ll send flowers to where you work, give you cool rocks he found while hiking or doing some other such thing, making you a care basket full of your favorite chocolates and snacks, contracting Sugawara to help him write love letters (writing is not his strong suit but he still wants to do it.)

❥ So much food, like…just so much food. You’ve been to every restaurant in town at least twice because that boy loves to eat. Even if you aren’t a big eater, he’ll still make sure you get three meals a day plus snacks. And if you struggle to eat, he’ll be so happy even if you only eat a little bit off your plate.

❥ Quality time and physical touch are his love languages, so expect to be getting kisses often. Pecks on the cheek in public, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you wash dishes in the sink. And if he’s jealous? He has no problem making out with you in front of people because you’re his, and the world should know.

❥ Speaking of physical touch, this man will not stop holding your hand. At least one part of him is touching a part of you at any given moment when you’re together as if he’s afraid you’d float away if he let go.

❥ Hella clingy, this man is incredibly clingy. If you get up to use the restroom when you’re cuddling, he’s waiting outside the door for you to come back so he can kiss those beautiful lips of yours. He just can’t get enough!

❥ Obsessed with you and everything that you do. Did you sneeze? He’s on the verge of tears because you look so fucking cute when you sneeze. Did you buy a new outfit? He’s throwing a tantrum until you model it for him so he can shower you with praise. Noya worships the ground you walk on and them some.

❥ Lowkey possessive but in a good way. Deep down, he’s worried that you’ll leave him for someone taller or better than he is, so he gets a tiny bit jealous when he sees someone talking to you that he considers a threat. Of course, you’re free to do whatever you like. He would never tell you what you can and cannot do. He respects you too much for that. But he will talk to you about his feelings because he’s mature like that.

N$FW

❥ So. Many. Hickeys. This ties into the part of him being possessive. He wants to let everyone know that you’re his, and what better way to show you off than by parading you around town with your neck and chest covered in little red and purple bruises? You’ve nearly gone bankrupt on buying just concealer because once a hickey fades away, a new one will take its place in no time at all.

❥ Literally anything the two of you do will end in him fucking you or vice versa. If you bend down to pick something up, his hands are groping your ass, and he’s pulling down your panties and shoving his fingers into your pussy, all the while whispering the filthiest things in your ear.

❥ This motherfucker whines and whimpers, and he’s so incredibly loud about it. The second he shoves his dick inside, he becomes a babbling, pussydrunk mess that’s only focused on you cumming all over his cock.

❥ Noya is 100% a switch who doesn’t lean towards being submissive or dominant. He just does whatever you want him to. Do you want him to fuck you stupid for hours on end? He’s down for that? Do you want to tie him up, blindfold him, and ride him until he can’t think. Also completely down for that.

❥ Endless stamina. As long as you’re up for it, he can fuck you for the entire day. He simply doesn’t believe in a recovery period on his end. He’ll fuck you from sunrise to sunset. All you have to do is ask.

❥ Tits man 100%. Noya loves tits, no matter the size or shape. If you have huge tits, he’s fondling them as he takes you from behind. Medium-sized tits? He sucks on them as you ride his cock, relishing in the taste. Small tits? He plays with your pert nipples as he fucks you missionary. All tits are good tits in his eyes

.❥ Highly experimental in the bedroom. He’ll try anything and everything if it means you both get to feel good. From you pegging him to him filming your third orgasm of the night, he’s down for whatever. The only things he isn’t okay with are hitting you (impact play) and sharing you with others. He will casually slap your ass but that’s as far as he’ll go. He just can’t bring himself to hit you, even if it turns you on.

❥ Could eat you out for literal days and not get tired, not even for one second. He wants you cumming on his tongue and pulling on his hair as you beg him for more, and he’ll give it to you.

❥ Focuses on your pleasure, not his own. You’re his goddess and he’d do anything to serve you, anything to make you cum again and again.

❥ Has a whole index of kinks, but his top ones are roleplay and passionate sex. Dress up as a teacher, and he’ll cum in his pants, begging on you to punish him for failing your class.

❥ Loves to make love to you.

❥ “Yeah? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers, angel? M’gonna make you cum so fucking much for me, my perfect angel.”

❥ “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Can’t get enough of this dick, can you baby? Gotta fuck you stupid.”

❥ “More, I want more! I’ve been so bad, I deserve to be punished, ma’am!”

❥ “Talk to the camera for me, angel. Tell the camera how many times my cock made this pussy squirt all over the sheets.”

❥ “Gonna fucking cum inside, can’t pull out. Oh, fuck, baby, you’re fucking milking me dry, shit.”

❥ “Faster, fuck me faster! Wanna fucking cum so bad, please! I’ve been good, right?”

Morisuke Yaku - SFW

❥ Loves when you get an attitude with him because he also has an attitude. He loves when you talk back to him and when you tell him how you really feel, it’s just so refreshing. Honesty is very important to Yaku.

❥ You and Yaku basically continue to mother Lev well after you’re both graduated. Lev will call and text you for advice and you’ll gladly help him, even if Yaku gets a little jealous that you’re paying more attention to the oversized Russian than you are to your own boyfriend.

❥ Takes you on the most romantic restaurant dates ever. He has professional athlete money, so order whatever the hell you like! If you want five lobsters, get five lobsters. As long as his baby is happy.

❥ Spoils you rotten, but he won’t ever admit it. If you point out a cute necklace that you saw in a magazine, it’s there when you wake up the next morning. Yaku will pretend to not know how it got there, but he knows, obviously. Expect lots of expensive gifts when you’re dating, especially from designer brands. Half of your closet is Chanel and you sure as hell aren’t complaining.

❥ Not that big on PDA, but will wrap an arm around your waist in public. Since he’s a well-known libero in the Russian Volleyball League, he gets approached on the street sometimes. He doesn’t want to draw too much attention to himself (especially if you hate getting attention from strangers, so he holds off on kissing you until you’re in the privacy of his penthouse apartment.

❥ Pleads and begs until you adopt a cat together. He just wants a cat with you, any cat will do. It can be a cat you found in a dumpster or a cat that cost someone’s entire yearly salary, he just wants a cat to raise with you by his side.

❥ Wraps his arms around your waist as you cook and leave kisses on your neck. Whether you’re taller or shorter from him, get ready for hugs and kisses from behind.

❥ If you struggle with your body image, he’ll kiss away all your insecurities. His lips will be on yours for hours as he tells you how perfect you are, and how much he loves you. He’ll kiss away your tears as you start crying as well, because to him you are perfect.

N$FW

❥ Not very vocal in bed, but he does make plenty of grunts and groans. The only time you’ll ever really hear him moan is when you bite down on his incredibly sensitive neck, which will make him cum on the spot.

❥ Advocate for safe and healthy sex but prefers to hit it raw. He’ll use a condom if you want him to, he isn’t a monster. But the way you react when his cum fills out of your womb makes him want to wife you up and fuck you every single day.

❥ Designer lingerie is his weakness, especially the ones with garters that squeeze your thigh beautifully. If you wear red lingerie around him, be prepared to not be able to walk tomorrow because he will ruin your pussy.

❥ 100% a pleasure dom. Nothing makes him happier than knowing that he fucks you so good each and every night that you can’t even get off without his help anymore because that’s how much he loves to fuck you.

❥ Ass man. His hands will be on your ass all the time and you just have to accept it. He loves to fuck you from behind because he’s mesmerized by the way your ass moves as he fucks you. His favorite position is doggystyle.

❥ A weird turn-on for him is when you walk around wearing his jersey. He fucking loves it when you wear his jersey, and he can see your lacy panties poking out under the shirt, it drives him wild. If you wear his jersey, he gets an instant boner.

❥ Sit. In. His. Lap. Sit in his lap and dry hump him. He needs it so badly. He loves watching as you struggle to get off on his thigh. You look so cute when you’re desperate.

❥ Definitely a brat tamer. He loves it when you have an attitude because he gets to fuck it out of you later, spanking you as he tells you how much of a brat you are and how you need to learn your lesson. You never do.

❥ Mirror sex. He’s mesmerized by how adorable you look in the mirror as your pussy struggles to take his girthy cock.

❥ “Yeah? Look at yourself in the mirror, princess. Look at how your slutty little pussy is taking me. You’re such a little slut, you’re my little slut.”

❥ “Did you think you could just walk around in my jersey and nothing else? Bend over, princess, right fucking now.”

❥ “I’m so fucking close, shit. You want me to cum inside you, princess? Want me to fill you up and give you my babies? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

❥ “Fuck, you know what red does to me. So fucking slutty for me, babygirl. Now get on the bed and spread those legs nice and wide like a good girl.”

❥ “Take it, fucking take it. That’s my good girl. I love it when you behave for me, princess. Can I get another one of you, my love? I think you can handle another orgasm.”

❥ “You look so pretty when you cum, princess. Do you like how your Morisuke makes you feel? Use your words, princess.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#yuu nishinoya #nishinoya smut #nishinoya yuu #karasuno #yaku smut #yaku morisuke #nishinoya x reader #yaku x reader #nekoma

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strawberrykidneystone · 1 month ago

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the point of no return

sevika x female reader

part 2 of straight to the point

summary: it’s been 3 weeks, you’ve literally been counting on the days on your calendar and tonight is your date with sevika

a/n: headcanon that sevika stopped drinking/smoking cold turkey in the time in between episode 3 and 4

tags: date time!!!, kissing, smut, nipple play, pussy eating, cum, cunnilingus, sevika is a munch, cursing, fingering, spit

part 1

ao3 version

since you had last seen sevika, she had brought you coffee a few times a week while you were at work and stayed to chat with you in between appointments, having you thoroughly check her piercing each time to “make sure it was healing correctly”. you pulled down the front of her bottom lip with your thumb while you cupped the bottom of her chin and you swore you felt the tip of her tongue brush against your skin.

god this woman was trying to kill you.

today was finally the day, three weeks since you had pierced sevika. you were practically buzzing the whole time, even your current guest tattoo artist, willow, who had been there a few weeks teased that this was the happiest she'd seen you the whole time that she'd been in your shop. closing the shop somewhat early today after you purposefully didn't schedule any appointments after 4, you scurried up the stairs to your apartment and started getting ready for your date. thankfully, you had been planning out your outfit for about a week and it looked exactly like it did in your mind, your dress fitting you just right. you matched your makeup with the colors you picked out and added a few accessories for a final touch. almost as soon as you slipped on your shoes, you heard the doorbell at your backdoor. biting back an excited squeal as you did one last check in the mirror before you grabbed your purse and practically skipped down the stairs. you grabbed the bouquet of wildflowers out of the vase you had put together and wrapped by the front door, drying off the ends with a towel as you held the bundle under your arm.

opening the door, your jaw immediately dropping at the sight before you. sevika's hair was slicked back with her usual dark makeup on, the silver labret piercing matching the bright grey in her eyes with a matching steel chain around her neck. she wore a dark red button-up that had the sleeve cut off on her left side, the sleeve on the right side rolled up to her elbow which showed off her veiny forearm and the titanium watch on her wrist. completing the outfit, she had on smooth black slacks with thick black boots that were more than likely steel-toed. cradled in her flesh arm was a bouquet of a dozen roses that she was clutching on to for dear life.

the two of you eyed the flowers you had gotten for each other at the same time and looked back up, giggling somewhat awkwardly as you traded bouquets. you took a deep inhale from the flowers and fluttered your eyelashes at her, a blush lightly dusting her cheeks. she admired the bouquet and gave a quick sniff to the flowers, looking away as she was clearly holding in a sneeze. you covered your mouth to muffle your laugh as she sneezed 3 times in a row and rubbed the bottom of her nose with the back of her hand.

"i'm so sorry, are you allergic to flowers?" you said with worry in your voice, quickly placing the roses in the vase by your door.

"yes, but they're beautiful," she said slightly nasily with a sniffle, holding them slightly away from her face.

"how about i keep them here for now?" you offered with a giggle and she quickly agreed, handing you back the flowers that you put into the vase with your new roses. you closed and locked the door behind you, slinging your purse over your shoulder and smiled up at sevika. she meekly smiled back and cleared her throat, offering her flesh arm out to you. happily, you looped your arm through hers and the two of you walked to one of the nicer restaurants in zaun, one of the only ones that took reservations.

as soon as the two of you walked in, the hostess immediately recognized sevika and led the two of you to a table with two seats across from each other, a candle and a rose side by side as the centerpiece. the restaurant overall was lowly lit with faded flower wallpaper that was slightly peeling from the top and paintings on the walls that were most likely stolen from piltover. you're sure that someone from the uppercity would've found it dingy, but the whole place had a homey yet elegant feeling to it. a menu was set in front of each of you, the two of you chit chatting about your days and other small talk as you looked over the selections.

you tried to glance over the menu but your eyes kept flickering to her exposed forearm and her fingers curling around the cracked covers, it was enough to have you squirming in your seat. sevika wasn’t fairing much better, her eyes shifting between your lips and your cleavage, god she couldn't stop thinking about how pretty you would look underneath her. she couldn’t believe that you would agree to go out with her in the first place, seeing you all dolled up just for her made her want to forget about dinner altogether and just fuck you in every corner of your apartment.

but she wouldn’t, she’s a gentlelady.

dinner honestly couldn’t go fast enough. you almost choked trying to quickly eat which sevika thankfully didn’t notice, or at least pretended not to notice to spare you the embarrassment. when the check came, the two of you reached for it at the same time. each of you held onto each side of the check, having a stare down. sevika raised her brows and tugged it her way. you smirked and tugged it back, the two of you getting into a tug of war until sevika finally got the upper hand and held it out of your reach.

you groaned in defeat and crossed your arms, “fine, but next time i’m getting the check.”

“next time?” sevika said as neutrally as she could but a hit of hope was laced in her voice as she paid for the bill, leaving a generous tip on the bill.

“yeah… at least i hope there will be a next time,” you said softly, suddenly unsure of yourself as you looked into her eyes from across the table.

“no! i mean- yes. yes, i want there to be a next time,” she said reassuringly, reaching across the table and holding your hands in hers. you nodded with a bright smile and squeezed her hands in yours. you weren’t sure if she would feel it in her metal arm, but you squeezed both all the same.

“c’mon, let’s go,” you stood up and let go of one of her hands, lacing your fingers with hers as she stood up at your side, her ears glowing red at this point.

the two of you walked hand in hand in a comfortable silence back to your apartment to your shop/house, stopping in front of the front door and turning to face her.

“well, this is me,” you said reluctantly, suddenly wishing you lived farther away from the restaurant.

“i had a great time tonight,” sevika said with a small smile, her hand still interlaced with yours.

“so did i.”

your eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips while she was staring intensely at yours. the two of you leaned in at the same time with your heads tilting opposite ways. sevika paused less than an inch away from your face as if to check to make sure you wanted this. you leaned up and pressed your lips into hers, it was like time stopped and everything made sense in the world for once. her lips were surprisingly soft, pressing against yours with a little uncertainty that made it all the sweeter. you pulled back from the kiss first, meeting her eyes with yours.

“would you… like to come in for a night cap?” you asked hopefully, not wanting her to go yet.

she perked up with a goofy smile, “yes god, yes please.”

you giggled as you led her inside and brought her to your living room, sitting her down on the couch as you made two cups of coffee. carefully bringing two hot mugs into the room, you set them on the table and looked at sevika, who was staring at you with hungry eyes.

immediately forgetting about the coffee, you crashed your lips into hers and climbed onto her lap, your hands pawing at each other like animals. sevika’s hands tentatively held your waist, sinking deeper into the kiss with her hands trailing down your lower back, decidedly resting on the sides of your hips. you desperately pushed into the kiss more, reaching back and guiding her hands down to your ass. her touch was unsure at first, but quickly became more confident as she spread her calloused hands over the flesh of your cheeks. she groaned into the kiss as she felt you throbbing, her hips twitching upwards against your wetness. you unconsciously started grinding your hips against her lap while you clumsily started to unbutton her shirt, it was surprisingly hard to do when you weren't looking at what you were doing. sevika hummed into the kiss and pulled back breathlessly, her hands going back up to your hips, "i swear i don't usually do this on first dates."

you laughed breathily, trying to catch your breath and pressed a firm kiss to her lips, before resting your forehead against hers, "me neither."

shifting back on her lap a little, you looked down into her stormy eyes and swallowed thickly, "we can stop if you want it's totally o- hmph!"

she didn't even let you finish the sentence before she pulled you back into a kiss, softly kissing the side of your mouth before looking back up at you, "i don't want to stop. fuck, waiting 3 weeks almost killed me."

"god me too," you groaned and leaned down close to her face, about to kiss her lips before you shifted down to kiss her piercing at the last moment.

just as sevika opened her mouth to complain, you sat up straight, slipped your arms out of your dress, and pulled it over your head revealing your favorite lingerie set. she sat there speechless for a moment with her mouth hanging open, her eyes raking over your body as if it were carved out of the finest marble. all she could make out was a small "wow'' as she admired your body, a blush spreading over your cheeks as you covered your chest with your arms, “don’t stare.”

“can’t help it baby, you’re gorgeous,” she purred and softly moved your arms away from your chest. unbuttoning the rest of her shirt, she threw it off to who knows where and you felt a flutter in your stomach at the contrast of her exposed skin to the bright gold of her chem-tech arm.

with your eyes flickering from her chest back up to her face while you unconsciously leaned forward, “can i? please?”

“‘course pretty girl,” she said with a chuckle, shifting her back against the couch. your heart beat out of your chest as you reached around her torso and unhooked her black bra, dropping it to the side without paying attention with your eyes on her breasts. you were practically salivating and licked your lips, cupping her breasts in your hands with a light squeeze. leaning forward and licking around her right areola, she let out a satisfied sigh as you finally put your warm mouth on her perked nipple. lightly biting down, you pulled your head back, sevika gasping and arching her back with her flesh hand flying up to grasp the back of your head. you gave a small peck to the pointed tip and turned your attention to the other side, rolling your tongue over her neglected bud. sevika was letting out the most sinful groans, a surprised gasp whenever your teeth grazed her sensitive nipples. reaching down one hand, you cupped her sex in your hand and started rubbing her through her slacks. her hips bucked up at the sudden contact, her feet planting into the floor and thrusting up into your soft touch.

pulling off of her nipple with a satisfying ‘pop’, you kissed up her sternum and came face to face with her, taking a moment to imprint her flushed face into your mind. she cupped your face with both hands, the stark contrast of her warm skin with the cold metal sending a shiver down your spine. a small glance at your lips was your only warning before her her lips pressed into yours so deeply it made your head spin.

before you could even think, she manhandled you to lying on your back on the couch. kissing up the side of your calf, she reached down and hooked her fingers into the side of your panties, throwing them off behind the couch. your thighs were shyly pressed together, looking over your legs at the woman kneeling in front of you like a holy altar.

“open your legs for me baby, wanna see that pretty pussy,” she cooed and easily pried your legs apart, your mind turning to mush at her sweet words.

“god you’re soaked,” she praised as she studied how your folds gleamed in the dim light of your living room, licking her lips before diving in face first.

the room quickly filled with filthy slurping and sucking noises as she tortured your folds, your clit pulsing with need as she purposefully ignored her where you wanted her mouth most.

"sev please," you whined and reached a hand down to the back of her head while groping your tit with your non-dominant hand. she hummed against your head and stuck her tongue out, lightly brushing the tip against your protruding clit. your hips twitched up against the small touch, desperate for more of her mouth to devour you as much as she wanted to. she pulled back her tongue with a chuckle, her warm breath causing goosebumps to form on your legs.

"well, since you asked so nicely," she cooed and teasingly blew air onto your sensitive, making you squirm in such a cute way that made sevika want to tease you even more.

but not tonight, tonight you would get everything you wanted, she was going to make damn sure of that.

she softly rubbed the tip of her nose into your bush before directly sucking on your clit, her cheeks hallowing out with a few air pockets making you blush at the blunt suction noises. her hands hooked under your thighs and pushed your thighs up against your stomach, exposing your dripping vulva to her entire mouth. she licked a strip up from your entrance all the way up to your clitoral hood and waggled her tongue around. she pulled back a little and spit directly onto your clit before slurping up the mixture of her saliva and your arousal fluids. your hand grasped at her hair, sevika laying her tongue flat between your lips as you started to buck against her tongue. she built up another glob of saliva in her mouth and slowly dripped it down directly onto your clit, watching it slide down your drenched folds. unhooking her flesh hand from under your thigh, she scooped up her spit with her ring finger and middle finger, rubbing in between your swollen lips while her tongue rubbed figure eights against your button of nerves. she sunk her fingers into your heat up to the first knuckle, a stifled gasp leaving your lips as she slowly eased her fingers fully into your tight walls. shallowly starting to thrust her fingers, she moaned into your fluttering pussy as you clenched around her thick fingers. you were a mindless moaning mess, her cold metal arm against your hot skin keeping you grounded as the woman in between your legs expertly worked her fingers and mouth against your cunt.

"s-sev! close!" you barely choked out as her fingers curled inside of you, a hum of acknowledgment vibrating against your soaked sex, her metal arm squeezing your thigh with her sharp fingers digging into your skin. your back arched off of the couch as you reached your orgasm, your mouth hung open in slight shock of your intense high. sevika softly licked up your cum, avoiding your clit as your chest heaved.

"fuck," you sighed out with a breathy chuckle, looking down at how pretty sevika's stoic appearance suddenly looked disheveled laying between your legs. she placed a few pecks to your thigh and slipped her fingers out of your fluttering walls before attacking your clit with her tongue once again, a surprised gasp falling from your lips.

"t-too much vika," you mewled as you weakly tried to push her head away, wiggling in her iron-hard grasp.

“more,” she insisted, muffled against your sex and she shook her head from side to side while burying her mouth inside of your puffy lips. she shamelessly stared up at you with those grey eyes that were usually so light, now a darker shade that you couldn't look away from. her tongue continued its assault on your overly sensitive bundle of nerves that had you cumming again in no time, your upper body jolting as your second orgasm ripped through your body. your legs were trembling in her hold and your shaky breaths filled the room, sevika finally withdrawing from between your legs.

the sheen of your juices covered the entire lower half of her face, making your face flush even more than it already was. you pulled her up towards you and kissed her desperately, tasting yourself on her lips as she moved her overworked mouth against yours. wanting to return the favor, you reach down the front of her pants and slipped your hand into her soft boxers.

“oh you don’t-” she stuttered out and cut herself off as your hand dove into the front of her boxers. your eyes widened slightly as you felt the familiar cream between her legs, realizing that she had orgasmed simply by eating you out.

“i-”

“that’s so fucking hot," you said breathily and pulled her into a deep kiss, swearing you heard a small whine leave her lips. parting your lips, she quickly pushed her tongue into your mouth and swirled her tongue around, not unlike how she was torturing your clit only a few moments before. you gave her clit a few teasing circles before taking your hand out, pulling back from the kiss, and sticking your fingers into your mouth. sevika bit her lip to hold back and groan and pressed kisses along your jaw to avoid your teasing gaze. you giggled and took your fingers out of your mouth, using your other hand to brush her tussled hair out of her face.

after convincing sevika that you could clean up in the morning, you led her to your bedroom and told her to get comfortable while you cleaned yourself up. she protested, insisting that she should be the one cleaning you up, but quickly subsided when you pressed another sweet kiss to her lips. cleaning up the mess between your legs and freshening up a bit, you walked back into the room with a warm wet towel in your hand. sevika had finally taken her pants and boxers off, sitting on the side of the bed waiting for you. smiling softly, you walked up to her and cupped the side of her cheek with one hand, her head immediately leaning into your touch, while your other softly cleaned between her legs. you tossed the washcloth into your hamper and jumped onto the bed. you laid on your side and opened your arms to her, sevika cracking a smile as she laid with you, her head on your chest with her arms securely around your waist.

“was it worth the 3 weeks?” you asked with a slight teasing tone in your voice as you played with her hair.

“yes, but please don’t make me wait that long ever again.”

"deal," you said with a giggle and kissed the top of her head, pulling her impossibly closer to you as the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

part 3 coming soon

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mellosdrawings · 6 months ago

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I just stumbled upon you recently - I love the N2 Squad content! What's your favourite headcannons about them?

Oof, I have a bunch of headcanons (and some doodles).

I like to think Leona gifts the other two flowers on a daily basis. Just abandoning the flowers in Jamil and Vil’s belongings for them to find later, never an outright gift but like a cat bringing back stuff from its hunts and leaving them at its human's feet for when they wake up. Amaryllis (red poisonous flowers that mean pride, strength and determination) for Jamil and Lilies (purity, beauty, commitment) for Vil. Behind his burly "I don't give a damn" attitude he's a sap and he spends so much time in the botanical garden that he just knows where to find the flowers he's looking for.

(Sometimes Jamil gifts him a Marigold (prosperity, passion, warmth) back.)

Another headcanon of mine is that Jamil and Vil regularly dance together (for practice or unwinding). When I was a kid I saw a representation where the lady was dancing ballet and the man was doing breakdance on the same music, together, and it was the most lovely dance I've ever seen in my life. There was so much dedication and admiration in the man's breakdance that it came forth as completely soft and devoted towards the lady. I imagine Jamil and Vil doing the same, Vil doing the most beautiful and graceful ballet like an actual goddess and Jamil complimenting it with breakdance. That's an image that just stays in my head.

I think Vil is very fond of doing the other two's hair. Whenever he has the chance he'd ask to brush or style their hair. Jamil agrees most of the time but Leona does tend to play hard to get.

Also once Jamil relaxes after the initial steps of their relationship, he and Leona tend to playfight a lot. Just wrestle the shit out of each other while Vil rolls his eyes and goes to do something else. (Leona is very surprised the first time Jamil throws him or actually "wins" a fight.)

I'm gonna stop here for now, but if I think of anything else I'll draw it anyway!

#i just want them all to have fun together #to be soft together #mello's drawings #twisted wonderland #twst #n2 squad #jamil viper #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #leovil #javil #leojami #ask me anything #art #my art #headcanon

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mariaace · 6 months ago

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Sweet things he does as your boyfriend (Wind Breaker guys)

A/n:So i really liked Wind Breaker and this is something i decided to do for these guys. I need more content for them🙏🏻 (Sakura's a bit longer, but can you blame me?)

Warnings: none

Genre:fluff

Type: Headcanons

Pairings:Sakura, Suo, Umemiya, Kiryu, Kaji

Haikyuu!! (Setters) version

Sakura Haruka⚝

As cliché as it sounds he loves giving you his jacket to wear. (He won't tell you tho) He feels so flustered about it, but does it almost every time. Even if you aren't cold, he likes the fact that it can show that he is your boyfriend (plus it scares creeps away). Yeah, it might be a little bit big on you, but who cares? He will just wrap it around your shoulders without saying a word when you two go out.

He stands a step behind you when you walk on your side. He feels like he can protect you better this way, he again, won't tell you that tho. If you mention something about it, he'll just keep denying it, until you stop asking.

Suo Hayato⚝

He gives you some of his jewellery to wear while you are out together or just in general. That way you always have something his to remind you of him, even when he isn't there. If you don't usually wear jewelleries, his will stand out on you, and if you do usually wear, you will also put one of yours on him so that both of you have something of the other.

Hajime Umemiya⚝

He will ask you about your favourite flower. It doesn't matter what it is or where he needs to go to find it. He makes sure to give you a bouquet of it at least one time in the month even if it isn't a special accusion. If he can grow the plant himself, be prepared for a ton shit of them, because this guy will make a literal garden of it. (And it looks so beautiful)

Mitsuki Kiryu⚝

Kiryu is a gentleman. That's like a love language for him. He would hold your hand everywhere you go, step in front of you when something happens. He open doors for you, pays when you go out, walks you home, he is just a person of act of service + more. He'll tell you how beautiful you look every time he sees you, and his compliments are always so creative.

Ren Kaji⚝

He has a playlist full of songs that you listen to or mentioned you like them. He listens to every single one and when you two meet again, he gives you the playlist and tells you what he thinks about each song.

Every time he goes needs to fight, after he became your boyfriend, he will put his headphones around on you and literally shove his lollipop into your mouth and after the fight he'll get back his headphones, but sometimes will let you keep the lollipop.

Reblogs are highly appreciated!

@un0rin

#mariaace 🪼#x reader #wind breaker #windbreaker x reader #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker fluff #wind breaker headcanons #windbreaker fluff #windbreaker headcanons #sakura haruka x reader #suo hayato x reader #hajime umemiya x reader #kiryu mitsuki x reader #kaji ren x reader

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periwinkla · 6 months ago

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Final NRMT poster with all panels! Print here <3 Did anyone notice... anything about the bottom right panel? It's not too obvious but I wanted it to at least be noticeable within the poster itself that something is... 'off' if you compared it with the other panels. And there's a reason. Honestly it's just about a silly headcanon of mine, and it is also a silly way for me to include it but... I'm silly myself. Under the cut, the hanakotoba notes for the flower panel... and other stuff. The other stuff isn't important really but it was funny for me.

Already talked about this in the flower panel post - but these are the main things I took into consideration when choosing the flowers:

3 sunflowers specifically mean 'I love you' - so I also added 3 chrysanthemums to complement them. By the by, among other things, sunflowers mean 'passion', 'love', 'adoration', 'I only have eyes for you' - while white chrysanthemums mean 'truth'. Red chrysanthemums signify 'love' but I opted against them in favor of the following flowers.

The small blue flowers are forget-me-nots, which, other than the obvious, mean 'true love' in hanakotoba.

The pink flowers are Japanese primroses ('sakurasou' - they get their name because of their resemblance to cherry blossoms), which mean 'first love', 'longing', 'purity', 'youthful love', 'the beginning of youth and sadness'...

Also, here the nmweek24 tag on the blog to see the posts for the individual panels with additional info/behind the scenes: https://periwinkla.tumblr.com/tagged/nmweek24 note: there are a few minor adjustments I made for the final poster compared to the individual panels (you probably won't even be able to see them honestly) ---Sentimental story time--- The reason I wanted to do something special for nrmt week was because tomorrow (the 8th) will mark the day I first started playing AA1. And I'm so happy I got into it! Funny story: my first exposure to AA was the anime (almost 10 years ago!) I got to the end of the first 12ish episodes, obviously was very confused because it's not meant to be consumed by someone who didn't play the games, and promptly abandoned ship and forgot all about it. Completely. I even forgot I had watched it! until I got to Turnabout Goodbyes because I had a vague recollection of having seen the boat photo. But other than that, complete oblivion (my memory is quite terrible in general). Basically, last year I had finished Detective Pikachu 1 and wanted something similar because I usually play classic jrpgs and needed a change of pace... AA1 was my choice. As I mentioned, I remembered absolutely nothing from the anime (I had no idea Mia died, so, imagine the shock). I went completely blind till I finished with AJ and AAI1-2. Honestly, it's a beautiful experience when you play games without knowing anything about them. It feels like the good old days. I absolutely don't believe that study that says spoilers don't spoil the experience. Also I find it nice that I got into nrmt without outside prompt, because I find it funny that my brain needed to play through 6 games in order to see it. I seem to have prosciutto on my eyes (Italian idiom). In my defense I usually don't look for romance in stories and ship stuff unless it's very obvious. Nrmt comes too close to it to ignore. Ok, end of nostalgic sentimentality. ...And here's the 'other stuff': This print was the thing I said I had hidden 'in plain sight'. It has been on the print shop since... Thursday. 'It was there all along'-well more like half-along really <3

#I kinda really really want to talk about the letter hc I have but I want to see if anyone can figure it out from that panel first...#also the date is in european order bc that makes sense to me #but if some m/d/y - accustomed people really want I could make an alternate version for the print shop... just beep an anon ask or smth #narumitsu #ace attorney #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #periwinkla #periwinkla shop

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