#TMTAS Imhotep

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Anyway I can get Jafar, Pitch Black, and Imhotep headcannons for a s/o whose down bad?

Hello Anon and HELL YES here we GO:

Down Bad!S/O Headcannons: Jafar

This Smug Bitch

You thought the teasing was bad before you started seeing eachother, but holy moley-

He knows exactly what you like about him and flaunts it Every. Damn. Day.

It doesn't matter if you're supposed to be organising the palace workload or having midday brunch - this man has dropped his voice into octaves not suitable for public knowledge and he won't stop *almost* touching you it's driving you absolutely spare either move away or put those hands to better use you twisted prick -

Will not stop the bedroom eyes during inapproriate situations - Jafar if you drop one more innuendo over the Sultan's oblivious head that staff is being shoved where the sun doesn't shine.

Finds it aborable to see you blushed, flustered and furious.

In private though - OH BOY

Seeing just how badly you want him has had him all shades of turned on 24/7.

Physical affection is inescapable. There's constantly hands on your arms, face, shoulders and waist at minimum. He has no problem rearranging your schedule at short notice to steal extra hours with you. You don't mind either

More than once as you've both gotten, ahem, carried away, he's started to slither into something more cobra-like than strictly human.

He can't help it, the urge to wrap himself inescapably around you and squeeze, to feel you wriggle uselessly in his grip...

Once, fed up of the ball being constantly in his court, you took initiative and played footsie during a high stakes council meeting.

He couldn't reciprocate as he was facing away, addressing the sultan and his ministers. You smirked as you felt him trembling with restraint, one hand fisted in his robes under the table.

You played innocent until the meeting ended. He snapped to face you, eyes slitted and tongue flickering, fangs already out, and you gleefully decided you were absolutely doing this again even as you ran.

Down Bad!S/O Headcannons: Pitch Black

Smug Bitch Number 2 Coming In Hot

Ok so it's taken a Long Time to get to this point, Pitch has a lot of hurdles to clear in order to capture and hold his attention, what shocked him was the determination, and speed, you did it with.

To someone as attention starved and underappreciated as Pitch, your genuine interest and eagerness is water in the desert, balm to the burns...fuel to the fire.

You're not down bad enough that he doesn't scare you...in fact, he's been able to creep out and scare you plenty of times, but you keep coming back despite everything. It vexes him that he can't send you running, but even more that he doesn't want to.

If you're on speaking terms with any of the guardians, and refeuse to badmouth him or even, be still his nonexistant heart, defend him... oh darling you're his, and his forever, and he's going to flaunt that fact everywhere, private and public.

He's going to love showing you everything about him, pushing and pulling your comfort zone to include his realm and everything in it. Like a child with an interest that no-one has let him talk about before, he's going to steep you in the creation of nightmares, forgotten monsters in the edge of the light, caverns that have been silent since the dawn of time, the thrill of a challenge to be overcome, of hearts near beating out of chests and the addiction of adrenaline...

He's wanted so long to be understood that he can scarce believe it's actually happening. Try to be understanding when his paranoia rears it's head, fear can absolutely feed on itself.

If you're comfortable, his showmanship tendencies will involve you. You can't say his command of a room, the drop of his voice into the smooth promise of a threat, the way he strecthes to fill the shadows doesn't do it for you. He just asks that you keep the starry eyed giggling to a minimum please - he has an image to maintain in front of his enemies, darling~

Down Bad!S/O Headcannons: Imhotep:

Oh wow, ok, I hope you can keep it contained for a bit, Imhotep isn't the kind to appreciate out and out worship or airheaded platitudes. Actually, he distrusts people who are forward with appreciation for him in gerenal, too used to fawning and deception from his life as high priest.

He much more appreciates dedication and assistance in practical matters before personal, so if you can channel that energy into helping him acheive world domination then he's much more likely to notice, and be approving of such feelings.

That said, once you become an Item (something that took a phenominal amount of convincing after the disaster that was Anuk Su-Namun) you see a whole new side to him than was previously on display.

When Imhotep wants something, he wants it with his whole being, and acts accordingly. He's physically affectionate, always tucking you under his arm or gently holding your face. He's never shy about the expectations he has for you both, and outright states that he has full confidence in your abilities and prowess, not just in private but in full view of enemy and ally alike.

Such open, honest, implicit confidence in you from a 5000 year old cursed mummy can come as a shock, but it's the bedrock that will form a mountain as you push eachother forward.

Your dedication is more appreciated than you know. But more than anything, Imhotep is after an equal, and will appreciate you to disagree or even argue on occasion. He enjoys the chase of a conversation more than blows, especially if you come to a mutual agreement at the end.

If you snark back at him in ancient egyptian he is going to pin you against the nearest surface and steal your breath away for h o u r s.

He's a gift giver, and would appreciate the same in turn. Good luck with that and I hope you're cool with grave robbing.

Anon theses were an abslute delight to write, thank you for the ask and I hope you enjoy!

[assortedvillainvault]

ayyee do you have any stuff for imhotep x shy!reader??

BOY ANON DO I

Thank you for this ask my crops are watered my skin is clear and my family crypt is rattling ominously.

Imhotep x Shy!Reader:

He takes no notice at first - he's an intimidating figure and actively uses this to his advantage. He's used to people being frightened of him and tunes out the stammering, wide eyed looks and fumbling fingers easily.

It admittedly starts to grate on him the longer you spend with him and Weasler. He has actively refrained from harming you and threatening to harm you, and reeled in his destructive tendencies when you're in the room, and attempted to initiate affection more privately. To see you still jump when you accidentially make eye contact and forget words when he speaks frustrates him, but he's fundamentally misunderstanding the reason behind your shyness.

He thinks you're afraid of him.

You're actually head over heels and hopelessly tongue tied and clumsy with it and it wouldn't be so bad if Weasler would stop smirking.

Weasler has long since resigned himself to third wheeling weirdness and does not hesitate to cast snooty judgement as soon as Imhotep is out of earshot. This is the most entertainment he's had in months.

Eventually even he gets sick of the pining though, and puts his deliberately-obtuse henchman skills to use...

He locks you both in the nearest temple closet and books it.

Coward.

It is EXTREMELY difficult to maintain focus and propriety when you are nose to chest with one trembling-with-rage 3000 year old mummy whom you happen to have a GIANT crush on and oh lord yep you sure are boxed in between those arms aren't you HM

You're going to push Weasler into the abyss and then thank him.

Imhotep, chest heaving, fists braced against the door-wall behind you, happens to glance down and is taken aback by the truly titanic blush stretching from your hair down under your shirt. He can almost feel the heat radiating off your face against his ribs.

He is, unknowingly, going to join you in drop kicking Weasler into eeby deeby, but he *might* let him live. For this.

Credit to you, you manage for ONCE to get words out that aren't just hysterical squeaking, and they're semi-coherent to boot. Go you.

Imhotep rumbles and GODS your knees Do Not get to wobble at a moment like this!

A hand cups your chin and tilts your head back to meet his eyes. Under the shadows and the faintly glowing yellow and scarlet colouration, theres an almost unbearable softness that takes your breath away.

You can't help but smile and try to duck your head even as his grip tightens and holds you in place. There's a pleased smile of his own though in turn, and the rumble in his chest only grows as the little space between you closes.

The only reason you leave the tiny closest space in the next hour is because the O'Connell's blow up a wall.

...

Sod Weasler, you're killing them first. Together.