#but he lets his hair grow out and tries his best to keep well groomed

[inside-a-portal]

I’m actually so proud of this. Especially the head shot. Ugh he deserves to be happy.

[parkerluvsu]

nsfw alphabet for art donaldson.. not requested but i wanted to do it so.. enjoy it!!! <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): i think that art definitely feels the pressure of society to be the dominate person in a relationship, so he does all the classic stuff, cleaning you up, brushing your hair cuddling with you.. but as he gets more comfortable in your relationship i think that he is open about the fact that he wants to be taken care of too.. he wants aftercare to be mutual, and he wants you to clean him up and tuck him into bed just like he does for you <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): art definitely isn't one to toot his own horn.. but if he was being honest i think he'd say his abs! he's worked so hard for them, training everyday + he likes when you rake your fingernails down them <3 for his partner.. i think he would say their hands! i think that art just generally runs cold, so having his partner warm him up with their hands would be like... a dream. also he just loves getting shoulder massages and getting his hair played with! (and all the other good things you can do with your hands) <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): the one thing challengers fandom can agree on... art cums a lot and is loud. he always wants to jerk off but the cleaning after is a total buzz kill! whether he's humping his pillow or fucking his hand, the amount of cum he has to clean up is frankly.. embarrassing. he's also extremely loud.. he's just very sensitive and can't help but whine and moan and pretty much cry when he cums <3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): when he was younger, arts dirty secret was definitely jerking off, growing up in a strict household made it seem like masturbation was taboo.. but now that he's older, he definitely keeps his kinks close to his chest, so id say his secret is that he enjoys being dominated, yet again he feels pressure to be the dominant one in a relationship but there's nothing he enjoys more than being dominated and taken care of by his partner <3

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): i think that by the time he's in college, art has had his fair share of girlfriends but has rarely had sex with them, he just feels like sex is the ultimate connection with someone.. and it makes him nervous to do it with someone he even has a bit of doubt about. art is actually naturally gifted at sex for some reason, the first time you're together, you get ready to give him a little tutorial on eating you out, but he immediately gets to work, doing exactly what he should do <3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): any position in which he can see your face is arts favorite, he's a classic guy and he loves missionary, and he loves when you ride him too (you may be able to convince him to let you do a freaky little amazon position too) <3

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): art is totally serious, he just gets very nervous that he's gonna mess something up or embarrass himself or hurt you, that he couldn't make a joke even if he tried! <3

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): college art definitely shaves everytime he showers, he just hates the feeling of body hair on him, and he loves the way his body looks soft and shiny when he is shaved. older dilf! art definitely gets waxed, he makes regular appointments because it's easier than shaving for him, and it still makes him feel pretty <3

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): art is romantic to a fault, he absolutely puts you first in every aspect of your relationship, especially when being intimate so he tries to set the mood as best he can, being sweet and romantic (more than usual) almost like the first time you had sex, every time <3

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): art jerks off a lot. he just has a high sex drive, and it relaxes him, there's nothing more he wants to do after a long day than hump his pillow and fall asleep <3

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): i think that art only explores his kinks when he feels really comfortable in a relationship and they kind of come out one by one.. first he says he like to be dominated.. then he amps it up to say maybe he wants you to rim him.. then it's pegging and before you know it he's calling you "mommy" <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): in bed. seriously the only place he'll do it. once, he got a little too tipsy and you guys did it on the couch but never again. he sees sex as a private thing, and that's what a bedroom is for! <3

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): literally just looking at you.. i mean you could just be sitting doing your homework at your desk and he'd only be thinking about you sitting on his cock <3

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): many things i can think of.. but mainly he isn't into anything "gross" aka bodily fluids, or pain, the occasional love bite or hicky is okay with him, but i think he just can't really wrap his head around why you would want to hurt him during sex in the first place, after all he'd never hurt you <3

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): art could 100% go both ways, eating you out pretty much gets him off too (you can't count the number of times he's came in his pants just eating you out), but the feeling of your hot mouth on him is as close to heaven as he thinks he'll ever get <3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): at the start, art goes slow and deep, really angling his hips to find that soft and squishy part in you that makes you scream. once he gets closer to his orgasm.. it's like he's in his own world, he doesn't even really pull out to thrust anymore, mostly just humping into you faster and faster until he does one last push of his hips to get his balls as snug as they can be against you when he cums <3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): art doesn't like quickies, he prefers to do all the romantic parts of sex, like kissing, making out, foreplay etc. you can't really do that in a quickie, it leaves him feeling unsatisfied <3

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): in any part of his life, art likes for others to take the lead and make decisions, so you'd have to be the one to bring something up, and you'd really have to encourage him to be honest, because it's in his nature to say yes to everything in order to please you, even if he maybe doesn't want to do something <3

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): art is completely drained after one round, he just gets so overstimulated and sensitive after that it would just be painful to go again, he'll totally eat you out after sex though, if you're still not satisfied <3

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): i firmly believe that patrick got art a fleshlight for his birthday one year and.. art didn't leave his room for a week. but once he has you, he doesn't really see the need for toys for himself, and it would take a little bit for him to see your toys as partners instead of competitors <3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): art is not a teaser at all, i mean he will get on his knees for you at any time, especially during sex, so he's never be able to tease you about something since he's just as eager as you are <3

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): like i said before, art is loud. he moans, whines, pants, every noise under the sun. "mmmf.. more.. more" "fuck 'm gonna melt you're so warm" "'s feels so good" "k-keep squeezing me like that.." "fuck 'm close.. please- please keep going" "i wanna cum.. i needa cum for you.." <3

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): as a birthday present, patrick got art a pack on flavoured condoms but art had no one to use them with so art just fast tested them by himself 😭 <3

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): i think that art is average thickness, maybe a little on the long side, like 6.5 inches, nothing too uncomfortable. a cute pink tip that drools pre and gets almost purple when he's about to cum.. and pretty round balls that slap deliciously against you and feel great to suck on <3

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): art is horny 99.999% percent of the time, he just can't help himself. but for art, horny doesn't necessarily mean he wants to have sex with you, it just means that he wants to be close to you, i mean he gets a boner every time you're around, so it's just his way of saying i love you <3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): art gets extremely tired after sex, if he could just stay inside you after sex and go right to sleep he absolutely would. but he's responsible.. so he cleans up, forces you to go pee and then presses his face into your chest and is out like a light in approximately 5 minutes <3

[kikyoupdates]

NSFW Alphabet | Bakugou Katsuki

NSFW Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Katsuki may not seem like the type, but he’s actually pretty attentive with his aftercare. He wants sex to be an enjoyable experience for you, as much as it is for him, and that extends to after the deed is done, too. He wants to make sure you’re not feeling any pain or discomfort. He’ll also wipe down the parts of you that he got dirty (which there’s always a lot of, because he loves to cum on you). If there’s anything you need, like a glass of water, or maybe for him to grab you some clean clothes to change into, he’ll do it. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Katsuki’s favorite part of himself would have to be his arms, and that also extends over to his hands. His hands are the source of his Quirk, his power, and he puts in a lot of effort into training and maintaining his physique. It proves how dedicated he is, and he can’t help but be proud of it.

His favorite part of you is your face. He just loves looking at you, to be honest. He firmly believes you’re the prettiest girl in the world. He also really loves your ass. Your face is still his favorite, but he’ll grab and slap your ass just about any chance he gets. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He tries to keep a good diet because it affects his health, and therefore, his performance as a hero. If his cum ever has a pretty distinct taste, it might be because he really likes spicy food. It’s normally nothing noticeable, though.

He loves to finish on you, and adores the sight of his cum dripping down your breasts, ass, face, etc. If you let him finish inside of you, and grace him with the sight of his seed spilling out of your pussy, he will be very, very happy.  

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’d like to start a family one day, so he often fantasizes about impregnating you. However, he would never willingly bring this up. At least, not until the two of you have had a proper discussion about whether or not you want kids. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He isn’t experienced. It depends on when you got together, but if you met him while you were at U.A, then that means you’re his first partner. Of course, he likes to act like he’s experienced, all confident and cocky, and since he’s such a quick learner, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. He picks up on what you like very fast. He’s Bakugou Katsuki, after all. Everyone knows that he won’t settle for anything other than being the best. Sex is no exception. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorites are missionary, doggy style, and mating press. He’ll usually go for doggy style if it’s a quickie, or if he’s just in the mood for rougher, more fast-paced sex. He loves being able to grass your ass and watch as his cock disappears inside of you. He does also really enjoy seeing the expressions you make during sex, which is why he likes both mating press and missionary. He can face you in either of those. Although he’ll pick missionary if he wants the moment to be more intimate. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not usually goofy, but there are definitely moments where you might get him to crack up. He can actually be pretty playful in bed at times, so it’s not impossible that you might hear him let out a chuckle or two. If you’re acting super cute, or bratty, he’ll find it difficult to suppress his smile. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not completely shaven, but definitely well-groomed. He doesn’t have a ton of hair growing down there to begin with, and it’s a fairly light shade of blond, similar to the hair on his head. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex is one of the times when Katsuki allows himself to be more vulnerable, and while he definitely loves for it to be fast-paced and aggressive, there are also times where he’ll take it slow and be more gentle with you. Even if he’s fucking into you without abandon, he’ll still make sure to tell you how much he loves you, and he’ll praise you near endlessly. There’s never any doubt that you mean the world to him. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’ll jack off semi-regularly, but it’s mostly for stress relief, or in the moments that he isn’t able to be with you. He has a collection of nudes (and possibly videos, if you let him record you) of you on his phone, which he’ll jerk off to repeatedly. But he’d definitely much rather just have sex with you instead. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dirty talk, hair pulling, overstimulation, spanking, and he also has a praise kink. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere at home, where he knows the two of you are in private. This can be the bedroom, up against a wall, on the couch, with you flattened onto the kitchen table, it doesn’t matter. Just as long as he knows that no one else will see you. He hates the thought of anyone else seeing you naked, exposed, or making those gorgeous expressions that are supposed to be reserved only for him. Just the thought of it pisses him off. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anytime you compliment him and make him feel good about himself. Even though he tries to hide it with his ego, there are moments where he feels really insecure. He’ll often initiate sex because he’s crazy about you, but there’s just something about you coming onto him and telling him how handsome he is, how he’s an amazing hero, and so on and so forth… it just really gets him going. 

Also, he loves it when you wear skimpy clothing. Not in public, because he’ll get jealous that other people are staring at you, but if you’re just walking around the house with half your ass out, it’s guaranteed to get his dick hard. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’s okay with biting, scratching, hair pulling, and even tying you up if you ask, but he’ll never do anything extreme that involves serious pain. He’s also extremely possessive and hates the idea of anyone other than him seeing you naked, or being able to hear you moan. So, he will outright refuse any form of public sex. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Katsuki prefers receiving oral over giving. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy going down on you. He’ll gladly eat you out as if he’s starved for a meal, and he can never get enough of your sweet moans and the way you start shaking when you’re about to have an orgasm, but even so, watching you suck him off is probably one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. He doesn’t dare look away as you desperately try to stuff his cock in that cute little mouth of yours, and every time you strain to look up at him, with tears in your eyes, he has to resist the urge to finish right then and there. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sex with Katsuki will usually be pretty fast-paced, and more than likely on the rougher side, too. He’s a very passionate guy, and sex is one of the ways that he conveys that. However, he’ll try to adjust his pace according to your preferences, and there are moments where he purposely slows down, because he wants it to be more intimate and sensual. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Katsuki doesn’t mind quickies, although he’d prefer to take his time with you. Still, being a pro hero is a busy job, and there’s bound to be moments where he’s in a rush, but you just look too damn good for him to keep his hands off you. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn’t mind experimenting. As long as you don’t suggest anything that goes against what he strictly refuses (inflicting serious pain or having sex in public where others might see you), he’ll definitely keep an open mind. His goal is to make you feel good, after all. He can’t enjoy sex unless he knows you’re enjoying it too. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This guy has virtually unlimited stamina. He’s one the most powerful heroes ever, and his diligence and determination is second to none. Not to mention that sex is different from fighting. He’s enjoying himself too much to worry about getting tired. Sometimes it’s actually a bit of a problem, and you end up having to beg him to stop. Even if he has to get up early for work the next day, he’ll gladly stay up all night fucking you. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Katsuki doesn’t own toys, and he doesn’t particularly like them either. He will refuse to ever let you use toys on him. There’s virtually no chance. Still, if there’s something you really want to do, he’ll try them out on you. Again, he wants to make you happy. If you’re super into toys in the bedroom, then he’ll make an effort to accommodate you. He just doesn’t want you to prefer toys over him. His ego wouldn’t be able to handle that. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can definitely tease quite a lot. He likes dirty talk. Nothing too foul, but definitely some filthy words here and there. He won’t ever degrade you to the point that he feels disgusted by the words coming out of his own mouth, though. He’s often mistaken for a shitty person, and he doesn’t want you to think that of him. If you reassure him ahead of time that you’re okay with him saying some more extreme things, then he’ll probably do it. He just doesn’t want to take things too far and upset you. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t extremely loud, but he’s not that quiet either. You’ll hear him biting back moans and gasping between grunts. He’s also very vocal when it comes to dirty talk, praising you for how beautiful you are and how good you make him feel, etc. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There are times when he goes out of his way to make the moment more romantic (like using scented candles, booking a fancy hotel room, preparing a nice meal for you afterwards, etc.) and he always gets a little embarrassed, worried that you’ll think it’s dumb. Which, of course, you never do. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s above 6.5 inches long, close to 7, and impressively thick, too. When he gets excited, he’ll drip a lot of pre-cum, and his cock is just slightly curved upwards, which helps to hit that sweet spot inside of you. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high sex drive. He’s the type of person who isn’t particularly sexually driven until he gets into a relationship and has someone he cares about. But since he loves you, he’ll want to fuck you every day. Multiple times, if possible. He won’t ever pressure you into having sex with him and he knows to back off when you’re not in the mood, though. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He tries to stay awake for as long as he can, but realistically, he’s pretty quick to fall asleep. Especially at nighttime. He has an absurdly early bedtime, after all. He loves cuddling with you afterwards, though, so even if he falls asleep before you, you’ll always have a place in his arms. 

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[bunniandhoney]

can you please write an nsfw alphabet for jacob?

why yes, yes i can dear!

Jacob Scipio NSFW Alphabet

mdni. 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jacob is a pleasure dom, so aftercare is one of his favorite parts of sex. he knows you hate going to bed dirty, so he always makes sure you shower, but if he really wears you out nothing is better than a relaxing bath. Jacob also tries his best to get any tangles from your hair, he’ll separate strand by strand if needed.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

if someone asks him that in public he would say your smile, how infectious it is. but if you asked him on a deeper level he’d say your mouth. He loves when you suck him off, how you immediately push yourself, trying to make sure the tip of your nose meets the hairs at the base of his dick. and then how wet and warm your mouth gets when you do it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has a breeding kink. he actually gets upset if he comes anywhere that isn’t your pussy, regardless if you are on birth control or not he has to pump his seed inside you. He also might keep a small plug in his nightstand to ensure you stay full throughout the night.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a panty sniffer; he actually can’t help himself! As soon as he gets them off of you he puts them up to his nose taking a deep breath. He's also been known to slip a couple used pairs in his suitcase when he has to leave, Jacob has to take a piece of you with him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

bff!jacob: not a virgin, but he’s only ever had sex with one person. Everything else has been a random blowie with a hook up.

alpha detective!jacob: is a virgin! he literally can’t stand anyone else besides his mate, and since he hasn’t claimed anyone yet. The only person allowed to touch him is hisself.

olderbf!jacob: has been around the block a time or two, so to be frank he’s a damn slut. which works in your favor because he treats your body so freaking good. but sometimes, when he’s really rocked your world you just look over at him “where the hell did you learn that?” you say scowling at him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

well…if we are going to say Jacob has a breeding kink, I believe that a mating press is the only reasonable answer.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

oh he’s dead serious during sex. he’s a pleasure dom and finds nothing funny at all in making you cum. now after…he’s a full blown menace. He definitely seems like the type to mock your moans after the fact.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s probably pretty well groomed, not bare because he does like the hair, but trimmed. He has been known to let it grow to a full jungle on occasion.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sometimes, you need it soft and Jacob is there to grant every last one of your wishes. He loves to press soft kisses all over your body when you all decide to take it slow; literally from your feet to the crown of your head.

when he puts it in he knows he has to go slow, “it’s okay baby, i know this dick is big, but you always take it so thrust* fucking thrust* good thrust* ”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

while Jacob is rough with you, he’s so damn gentle with himself. For example, he gives himself slow pumps teasing his other hands down his abs, feeling them contract as he makes his way down to his balls. when he holds then Jacob has to tighten the grip on his dick to keep from coming too fast. and boy is it sticky, he just leaks so much precum it’s ridiculous and messy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mkay well we said breeding, so how about overstimulation, for both of you. Jacob refuses to do anything half assed so when he fucks he has so make sure that both of you actually reach your limits and that means fucking you until neither of you can take it anymore.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

kitchen, your counters are the perfect height for him to bend you over and do whatever he wants. He has also pulled a wooden spoon out of the drawer to spank you a time or two.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

of course your very existence gets him going buuuuut; if we’re being specific he loves to see you doing something you're passionate about.

imagine you’re on your knees in front of the coffee table with giant noise canceling headphones trying to focus and you’re just going in on your newest 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle. your tongue poking out just a little on the side as you look for the next matching piece. and unbeknownst to you jacob is so hard he could cut diamonds.

the next thing you know you’re riding his face, “mmm keep working baby, you’re almost there. “ he says muffled by your cunt. and honestly you have no clue if he’s talking about you cumming or you finishing the puzzle, but neither of you really cares.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jacob is Caribbean, he’s not pissing on anyone or vice versa. Now he’s usually open to trying or at least having a discussion, especially if you’re married. because forever is a long time to not try anything new.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a munch, simple as that. Jacob is ready to put his tongue on any part of your body.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

rough and slow actually. He's definitely a manhandler, but he doesn’t want you to miss anything. Jacob needs you to feel everything that he’s doing to you, actually he needs to pound it into you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Jacob prefers to make you come more than once, so he’s not fond of the quickie. but at the same time he needs to have his hands on you and will take whatever you give him, even if it’s a quick handy before you all leave for a date night.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s very private and very possessive, he’s most likely not trying anything too risky. Jacob is also a gentleman, so he wouldn’t dare put you in a situation where you might be uncomfortable.

Though I could see him sharing you with a close friend (boy or girl) if you were looking to experiment. He's not stupid though, NDA’s are certainly being passed around.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If it were up to him, he’s fuck you till he’s sore and then go two more rounds. You see, because Jacob is the kind of man who nuts and stays hard.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jacob most def has a cock ring, it started off as a gag gift for his birthday, but one night after you all took one too many edibles you two gave it a try. and once he figures out that he could fuck you even longer than usual, he loves the damn thing. he can’t use it too often though because he gets sore.

you don’t use vibrators too often either because you’re so damn sensitive, and Jacob can make you come at the drop off the hat, but not when you’ve been naughty…Jacob will have you tied to the bed, with you laying on your stomach and a vibrating wand snug against your clit while he watches you cum over and over.

He did also get a dildo made in the shape of his dick for you, but he’s so damn possessive that he doesn’t even want to see the silicone inside of you, regardless if it’s modeled after his own dick or not.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’s Mr. Teaser himself, Acting CEO of Teasing Inc.

He loves to see you squirm, especially because you are stubborn as hell. He knows the only way for you to let go is to bring you to the very edge. but bringing you there just once is never enough, Jacob needs you practically crying before he lets you come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jacob has a tendency to be on the quieter side, but mainly because he wants to get you loud, screaming for him. He also likes to whisper dirty shit in your ear because he’s just that diabolical, so mainly expect gruffs and huffs from him.

Now sub!jacob can’t shut the hell up! There have been plenty of times where you had to put your hand over his mouth in the backseat of the car, just so the driver won’t hear him whine for you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

cowboy fugitive jacob x bounty hunter reader 👀

but could you freaking imagine!!!

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“This here poster says you’re wanted dead or alive Scipio, and you’re more trouble to me breathing.” YN says holding the pistol to his back. YN had first seen him at the bar in Aunt Fanny’s Saloon, and with a 5,000 dollar reward for his head she couldn’t pass it up, so she set up outside waiting for her moment.

It just so happens that “her moment” is when sharpshooter scipio is ass-naked at the watering hole in the back.

“Look darlin’, I don’t know who you are, but I’m sure we can work something out.” he turns around with his cock pointed right at you

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I mean talk about a loaded gun!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6 1/2 inches, and my word he is thick! no matter how many times you all have sex, you’ll feel a slight burn from the stretching and you love it. he’s more of a shower but he might stretch to a good 7-7 1/2 inches when he’s hard. and obviously it’s brown, with a nice mauve tip (uncut 👀)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH! when he’s with someone he really likes , he’s gonna fuck till he’s sore. he’s a physical touch demon, and needs to be on you at all times

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as soon as you’re both cleaned up, he’s knocked out. oftentimes you all hop back into the bed once the sheets are changed and you cuddle up right next to him. with your nails lightly scratching at his beard and his arm wrapped around you Jacob can’t help but to fall asleep even if you’re still awake.

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jeez, this is just dirty (complimentary)

thank you for the request!

i’m still working through all of them, also trying to incorporate them into my other tropes for y’all.

also yall love a lil smut, so how do we feel about like a smut concept night sort of thing 👀

get all of your naughty thoughts out in one evening (or several)

lmk your thoughts and keep the requests coming pls!

xoxo

Bunni

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Shinazugawa Sanemi’s SFW+ NSFW Alphabet

Minors dni :)

A• Aftercare

Sanemi isn’t very vocal about his love for you, but that doesn’t mean he has no other way of showing it. He spends the time after sex to rub your back, run you a hot bath and shower you with kisses. He feeds you your favourite food after sex, and kisses your forehead. His favourite way to show his love is to run his fingers down your back and gently kiss your shoulders.

B• Bedroom attire

Sanemi loves when you wear his clothes to bed. Seeing you in one of his t shirts or even a formal shirt makes his blood rush down there. Bonus points if you aren’t wearing anything except his shirt, and smell just like him. He’ll be kissing you before you notice him. If you decide to wear lingerie to bed, he ends up ripping it in order to get it off you as quick as possible.

C• Capacity

Sanemi’s job requires him to reach the peak of his physical and mental abilities. That applies to the bedroom, as well. He has endless stamina, and enough strength to manhandle you however you wish, and try out any new position on your mind. He can go as long as you want, but usually decides to stop after round 5 or 6. That is if you can handle it.

D• D1ck!

Sanemi is a big boy, 6 inches soft and 7.5 fully hard. His base is medium brown, and a pink tip to match. His dick is mostly straight, a small curve downward. He cums a lot, and cums hard. He likes teasing you by wearing pants where his bulge is visible. Loves it when you sit on him.

E• Experience

You’re definitely his first. As a demon slayer, he doesn’t have time for frivolous relationships, sexual or not. But after developing those feelings for you, he can’t help but feel attached and rethink his lifestyle choices. If he’s your first, you both spend your nights softly giggling as you try new things together. If he’s not, you spend nights smirking as you teach him how to use his tongue, hands, face and dick;)

F• Favourite body part

Sanemi loves your ass and your hips. Doesn’t matter if you’re under him or on him, his hands will always be on your ass at least thrice. Nonetheless, seeing your cleavage in public makes his head feel light, and you spend the rest of your time asking him to wait till you get home.

G• Gifts

Sanemi often buys you gifts as a way of showing his appreciation and love for you, since he doesn’t do well with words. He tries his best to make you happy, whatever way he sees fit. He likes gifting you necklaces and clothes. His favourite colours on you are white and blue. If you ever gift him anything, he’d first be shocked at receiving it, but he’d treasure it more than anything he owns. He smiles softly as he thinks about it.

H• Hair Down There

Sanemi likes keeping himself groomed, not only for you but also himself. If you admit to liking his happy trail, he tries even harder to keep it the perfect length and shape. He doesn’t shave himself bald, neither does he let it grow too much.

I• Irritating!

Sanemi has a short temper. He’s almost always irritated by something or the other. Yet, he tries to control his anger around you, considering the type of household he grew up in (the last thing he wants is to do something around you that reminds him of his father around his mother) But, there are times he just can’t control himself, like if you were hurt when he wasn’t around to protect you. He’d definitely be the type to yell at you after he makes sure you’re alive and in one piece.

J• Jealousy

Sanemi is THE MOST jealous person you know, and he has no shame to hide it either. He’s not into pda too much, unless he sees a man even remotely shooting his shot with you. Cue Sanemi flinging his arm around your waist and staring daggers at the poor man, who awkwardly shuffles away. He makes sure to let you know that you are his, and he’s yours. If you’re the one getting jealous, he’s gonna be spending the whole time staring at you and smirking. He kisses you hard in front of everyone you think wants him.

K• Kiss Kiss!

Sanemi’s kisses are the most intense, and they leave you breathless for a good minute. He likes to wrap one arm around your waist, and the other holding your chin. His tongue roughly snakes into your mouth as he pulls you closer. Sometimes he pins you to a wall and wraps your legs around his waist to kiss you deeper.

L• Lewd

Sanemi is hesitant at first, but after a while of being with you, he shows off his lewd side both in bed and otherwise. He’s open to trying new things, and teases you about them the next morning. His favourite thing to do at home is have sex in different spots- kitchen counter, bathroom, sofa, or the training grounds in his mansion when no one else is around to catch you. He sneakily touches your ass or your chest out in public, or drags you to a secluded corner to make out. 10/10 freak

M• Masturbation

Before meeting you, Sanemi masturbated once or twice a week, just to keep healthy and let out the pent up frustrations. He’d much rather train than waste his energy and time on pleasuring himself. After meeting you, he masturbates maybe once a month, if he’s away from you on a mission. He thinks about the way you look while he fucked you, and the sweet sounds you make.

N• No!

Sanemi’s biggest turn off in the bedroom is pain. No matter how freaky you two get, he’ll never agree to do something to deliberately cause you pain, whether you like it or not. He goes rough, yes, but only what you can handle. He’ll never willingly hit you or make sex painful for you.

O• Oral?

Sanemi loves going down on you more than you going down on him. He likes to watch your face as your expression turns into one of pleasure, and he doesn’t stop until you’re in total and utter bliss. He goes down on you until you whine and blabber, and only once he thinks you’ve reached your breaking point will he fuck you.

P• Positions

Sanemi’s favourite position is doggy. He loves your ass, and he loves grabbing your hair as he hits it from behind. He’ll spank you and leave light red handprints on your ass every time you’re in doggy. His second favourite is when you ride him. He’s extra soft with you when you’re on top of him, and offers you neck kisses and hickeys as he guides your hips up and down.

Q• Questionable

Sanemi’s weirdest turn on is you being cockier than him and standing up to him. He is used to people being scared of him and running away from him, so he doesn’t expect any different from you. But when you actually stand up to him and show him you’re not scared of him, he finds it amusing. This carries on to your relationship, where you being cocky even as a joke gets him hot and bothered.

R• Rare

Something you don’t see often when it comes to Sanemi is him talking to you about his past and his family. He rarely ever opens up when it comes to his experiences, and deals with it mostly on his own. One time he beautifully braided your hair and when you asked him where he learnt to braid, he grew silent. After a few minutes of you looking at him expectantly, he told you about how he used to braid his little sisters’ hair back when they were younger. Your expression softened but he didn’t answer when you asked him more questions about his childhood. Slowly but surely, he starts to open up more about his past and you’re always there supporting and encouraging him to share his life with you.

S• Sex

Sex with Sanemi is passionate, rough, and leaves you sore and unable to walk for a few days. He’s always there for you after sex, and makes sure to give you lots of affection and care. You usually have sex once every other day, unless he’s back from a long mission- which means you’ll be going multiple rounds every day. He always makes sure you’re comfortable or up for it, and never ever forces you to do it if you’re not in the mood.

T• Tolerance

Sanemi is a heavyweight, but he almost never drinks. Drinking has been a negative thing for Sanemi ever since he was a little kid. Alcohol made his dad beat his mother and siblings, and he feels too much like his dad when he drinks. If you like drinking and insist on taking him out for drinks, he’ll agree but keep a count on the number of drinks he’s had. He doesn’t get drunk easily, and takes care of you when you do. He never does intimate things with you after you drink, even if you insist on it.

U• Uncomfortable

Something that makes Sanemi extremely uncomfortable is talking about his feelings and expressing himself through his words. He’s not very expressive that way, and if you’re expecting someone who showers you with words of love and affection, he’s not the one for you. He prefers showing his love through his actions and the way he treats you.

V• Vocal!

Sanemi absolutely loves it when you make sounds in bed. He loves knowing he has that much of an effect on you, and kisses your neck everytime you make a sound. He himself is not very vocal, he mostly groans and breathes loudly with his mouth. He doesn’t moan too loudly and doesn’t scream.

W• Wildcard

Sanemi loves leaving hickeys and marks all over your body. He likes the thought of making other people uncomfortable when they notice the marks on your neck and chest. He also loves it when you leave marks on him, making sure to widen his jacket even more and show them off to anyone who sees him. He smirks to himself and asks you to leave even more marks when he comes back home.

X/Y• Yuck!

Sanemi’s ick is someone who is completely casual about their life. He loathes people who have unserious attitudes about important things in their lives. He loves someone who is driven about their goals and plans. He finds hardwork extremely attractive.

Z• ZzZ

Sanemi sleeps extremely less. Being a demon slayer, he’s always busy on missions and has to stay vigilant at all times. He usually sleeps after a mission, for a few hours. He’s a light sleeper and is almost always exhausted due to lack of proper sleep. After you insisted on him getting more sleep, he complies but only sleeps well when you’re in his arms.

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YOUR NSFW HCS FOR MATTHEW PATEL IS SO DELICIOUS AND YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you do NSFW alphabet of him please

MATTHEW PATEL

NSFW ALPHABET

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NOTE: sorry for dying again lmao im BACK and with MULTIPLE requests for Matty’s NSFW alphabet here I AM!!

WARNING/CONTAINS: face sitting, degrading, praise, mentions of public sex, bondage and mostly DOM! Reader

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s so huffy and puffy. Completely worn out- but he’ll try his best to take care of you and clean up, make sure you’re okay and comfortable and definitely cuddle with you. (Slightly awkwardly but that’s just Matty for you)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Partners: definitely a thigh guy, like he loves them. Like you’re lying on the couch and he just comes up and places his head between your thighs. He’s. Obsessed.

His: probably his hands, he’s really awkward but super handsy and touchy. At first not really but after a while he just needs to touch you constantly. All the time.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s super awkward so the first time you guys had sex and he came IN YOU he freaked out because he didn’t know if you wanted that or not. You assured you that was fine and that is probably his FAVOURITE place to cum. No debates.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a little into degrading… like if you walk in on him jerking off and start teasing him calling him “pathetic” and stuff he’ll literally die.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He was 100% a virgin when you met. Look at him. Hes felt the touch of only one woman ever. That woman being his middle school girlfriend. But he tries his best! He wants to make you feel good and he’s willing to put his all into it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. COWGIRL. He loves when you’re on top, maybe it’s just because he likes you being in charge and that’s the best position for you to do so in… but 100% will actually melt if you ride him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He thought the clitoris was alien propaganda. Enough said.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t grow that much hair except in his pubic area. He’s very well groomed but has a nice little happy trail leading up his lower torso.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s so lovey dovey, blubbering almost incoherent praise and whines. Just constant- “I love you”s and “so good- just like that” or “pleasepleaseplease” even if he’s not begging for anything

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Super loud. Constantly whining and whimpering while he does it even if he tries to be quiet he’s horrible at it. He can not keep his mouth shut for more than 30 seconds without letting out a pornographic moan or whine.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Smell. He LOVES your smell. He’s definitely jacked off while sniffing your underwear before just craves anything that has your sent lingering on it. Especially if you’re away.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed, he wants you to feel comfortable and safe and what’s more comfortable and safe than your own bedroom? Also because he’s too embarrassed for public/semi public sex or even doing it on the couch most of the time.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Call him a good boy. I dare you. Run your fingers through this man’s hair and call him a good boy and tell him how handsome he looks and how amazing he is. He’ll literally fall to his knees and worship you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Piss. Shit. He’s scared. You’re scared. You’re both scared. Everyone is scared.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving it to you, he probably asked you to sit on his face atleast one time- really shyly obviously. He came up to you all quiet and stuttering while he asked. RECEIVING THO? he’ll praise you like you’re the second coming of Jesus Christ. “Just like that- so good” literally in love with the sight of you in your knees for him, his cock engulfed in your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You usually take charge but when he does he’s kind of in the middle. He’s probably scared to go fast and rough- he’d be scared of hurting you or breaking something. He prefers slower or more paced sex. Very sensual and loving.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t hate them but doesn’t love them. He much rather have you all to himself for an extended period of time, he just wants you for ever and ever!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d be so shy that he’d probably stay very vanilla until you pushed him out of his comfort zone. He’s so scared to ask for things he’s just a nervous wreck 99% of the time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You can and will overstimulate him. He can and will cry. Not in a bad way out of pleasure of course! He loves it though, he has good stamina you just live to see him whine and whimper under you sometimes… don’t we all?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not opposed. Definitely teased him with a vibrator before, tying his hands to the bed and resting it on the tip of his cock, watching him whine and beg for too to stop teasing him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t like to tease BUT he loves to BE teased. Always resting your hand on his upper thigh dangerously close to his crotch, subtly calling him the nicknames you call him in bed in public, ect ect. He pretends to be annoyed but LOVES IT.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. LOUD. LOUD MAN. Whines, moans, grunts, whimpers, begging, dirty talk. He’s constantly blubbering incoherently he cannot and WILL NOT shut up. In a good way OFC!!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Probably wears a headband to keep his hair out of his face while eating you out or sucking you off- ONE OF THESE:

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s not very muscular, slightly scrawny but not completely. I’d say he’s an in between, like half scrawny nerd half toned gym bro.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a relatively normal sex drive, nothing crazy but he will complain if you guys are alone when he’s horny. 100%.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost instantly tbh. Right after clean up he’s OUT. Capoot. Gone.

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Asthma is a distinguished gentleman(not really he's a cannibal) and I wanna see Asthma In a top hat- and a mustash.

Or funny enough him in w bowling ally- not like a Bowling ball but I mean those pin things you knock over I want Asthma in it

Facial Hair Headcanons

Hazbin Men x GN! Reader

TW:None??

A/N: LISTEN I KNOW YOU JUST SAID ALASTOR BUT NOW YOU’VE GOT ME THINKING AND THATS DANGEROUS. Also it’s giving gender envy so let me have this as I can’t have facial hair rn. Also Alastor’s could be seen as platonic or romantic. Platonic with Angel Dust

-🦌Alastor🦌-

-🦌 Now I really don’t see him having a lot of facial hair, he either cuts it all off or on the off chance he does leave it to grow out, he’s gonna have a handlebar mustache with stubble around or just the mustache itself.

-🦌 If he catches you staring at it he’s either gonna disappear to shave it off or puff his chest out with pride. Please tell him if you like it, your opinion is the only opinion that matters to him (besides his own but that goes unsaid)

-🦌 He won’t let anything else grow out as in 1920’s to 1930’s small mustaches were the thing back then. Either the handlebar mustache or the English mustache.

-🦌 His facial hair is going to be a black/darkish brown as his hair. He pairs it with a good suit and god be damned he’s got everyone taking a second glance at him. 

-🦌 The stubble or 5 o’clock shadow makes him more iffy, he likes it but he also likes everything about him to be cleaned up nicely. To him it looks gross and he will definitely shave that off, unless you say something to him. Then he might keep it just to annoy you with it.

-🦌 I’m talking about like, rubbing his cheek to your cheek to make you feel the hairs and it always make you laugh. He tries and fails on annoying you but he always wins cause he gets to see you smile and hear you laugh.

-🦆Lucifer 🦆-

-🦆 I know canonically he doesn’t have facial hair but let me dream damn it.

-🦆 To me Lucifer either has a full on beard to no beard at all. There is a small inbetween, which is a goatee. He will be hellbent on having a goatee if he’s not wanting to have a full beard.

-🦆 This man has a rigorous routine of beard upkeep. He’s not playing when it comes to himself. He may have depression but to him self care is very important and it’s okay to have bad days and ask for help. 

-🦆 For his full beard? It’s either a Ducktail beard or a Hollywoodian style beard. He loves to run his fingers through it and feel all powerful (despite him being the Literal king of hell).

-🦆 Another man who asks your opinion on if he should keep the beard or go to his normal goatee or no beard at all, he’s not picky.

-🦆 You compliment him or say something about his beard (could be sexual or not) his cheeks go bright red and he gets super flustered but his chest puffs out proudly.

-🦆 Like the rest of his hair, it’s blonde but there is a more noticeable white streak if he has the beard. Don’t point it out please, he gets upset. He’s not old, he’s in his prime. (GOD IM SWOONING A WELL GROOMED BEARD GETS ME-)

-🎰 Husk 🎰-

-🎰 Husk our favorite bartender and our grumpy loveable cat. Before anyone can say anything, hush. I know he’s all fur and a cat but let me have this okay?

-🎰He’s grumpy and I’ll be honest, he just looks like a guy that let’s his facial hair grow out all the time.

-🎰 I do see him having the Balbo facial hairstyle or the imperial mustache. The only way you can differentiate it is by the longer fur on his snout and chin. 

-🎰 Once again, it’s mainly white with some black hair in it to deal with the pattern of his fur. Once again, the only beard care he does is trimming and brushing it at best.

-🎰 He loves kissing you as it’s only other ways you can tell if he’s growing his facial hair out, the little hairs just brushing against your chin and lips. But he saves that for private moments.

-🕷️Angel Dust 🩷- 

-🕷️  Now this one will be short but I don’t see Angel really like having a lot of facial hair. THE SAME THING WITH HUSK I KNOW HE IS FUR BUT PLEASE LET ME HAVE THIS-

-🩷 He will only allow stubble and only for a little bit before he shaves it off completely. So get used to it.

-🕷️ Baby boy can’t have any due to his line of work and also he doesn’t like how it feels.

-🩷It ruins his whole night time/facial routine and if he can’t shave that morning or night, he’s gonna be grumpy all day.

-🕷️ If he does let it grow out, it’s gonna be white but with specks of pink in there. It’s more prominent on his jawline and chin but if you look real close you can see more on his upper lip it’s just very hard to see.

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I am going to answer asks before writing anything properly but…

I have some Ghost x Soap nonsense 😭💕

Imagine hairdresser!Soap with his signature Mohawk and one of those fancy trimmed beards or maybe a moustache! And he would have tattoos too, he’d of course still have his SAS one, but he’d have picked up some more since leaving the forces. Picture him working in a new salon that’s opened up next to Ghost’s flat.

Simon’s recently been discharged from the army because of an injury and he hasn’t been looking after himself. Truthfully he’s a wreck. He’s lost a little weight because he can’t be bothered going out to get food and he feels guilty ordering in again and again, he’s let his hair grow out into a series of wild blonde tangles and his place is a mess, littered in beer bottles and old takeout packaging. He knows it’s bad, how could he not? He just can’t bring himself to help himself.

Eventually though Price comes round to see Ghost and check up on how he’s doing, he’d have liked to have come sooner but he wasn’t able to get any leave from work. However when he finally sees what’s come of his old friend he goes ballistic! In fact he pulls a one man intervention. He yanks open the closed curtains and forces Ghost to go take a shower and get dressed while he starts clearing away all the mess. Ghost, being the lost soul that he is, just sighs and goes along with it. All of his protests keep falling on deaf ears anyways.

When he’s in the shower he scrubs himself up as best as he can and attempts to run his 2 in 1 through his hair but it doesn’t go very well. He can’t get all the tangles out, he tries his best, but that’s not very good these days. When he steps out of his room, Price says he’s dropping him off at the barber down the road and he’s not to come out until he can see without his hair flopping down over his eyes. After that - and only after that - can he then be allowed to join Price and Gaz for a pint and a bit of dinner down at the pub. Price’s treat of course.

Price stops the car and let’s him get out and only when Price is hightailing it to The Broken Spoke does Simon realise that he’s been dropped off at a salon. He’s never been to a salon before - it never crossed his mind, he always thought it was a woman’s thing. However when he looks through the window he can see another man inside getting his hair cut finished off, alongside a gaggle of women, and that gives him enough courage to walk through the door. He can’t be bothered waking away and explaining the situation to Price. He’d probably take things into his own hands then, and end up with his head shorn down like a sheep.

When he gets in he’s almost blinded by all the bright lights and he doesn’t know where to look. The whole place is covered in plants and big golden sprayed statues and gaudy furniture that reminds of something out of a magazine. He awkwardly walks up to the big wooden counter and sees Soap standing there texting, and waits silently, hoping that he’ll look up from his phone and see him.

He looks over Soap, taking in his big thick mohawk and nicely kept hair and feels a twinge of uneasiness. The man in front of him is so well groomed and… quite handsome and looks so neat and presentable in his pressed white shirt and black jeans and there Simon is in his ratty old work trousers and black T-shirt (he’s pretty sure there’s holes in his clothes to boot). What’s he going to think?

Eventually Soap looks up and widens his eyes. Where’d that guy come from? He’d been so quiet approaching him that Soap hadn’t known anyone had even been there until he saw him. And what a sight he was. Tall…blonde…tattoos…yeah Soap knew he was in trouble. His hair was so long too, it was snarled and caught up in a few knots in places, but right off the bat Soap knew that he could craft it into something that’d highlight the handsome man underneath.

“Hey, uh… I don’t really know how these places work but…can I get a haircut here?”

That voice, Soap thought. He felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. It was so deep and soothing, he could listen to that man talk for hours.

“Course ye can,” Soap replied, answering him before he could fall too far into his daydreams. “I take it you’ve only ever gone to the barbers before?”

“Yeah, normally i just keep it short and get a trim, but uh- I recently fell behind on my appointments. I just got dumped off here and told to get back on top of things,” Ghost explained.

He sounded flat as he explained himself. His momentary pause caused him to look down at the floor. Soap hated that. He didn’t like to see those big blue eyes so filled with sadness. It made it wonder what had been eating him up so badly. Soap also couldn’t help but wonder who had dropped him off. A girlfriend maybe? Boyfriend? He couldn’t tell what this guys deal was yet.

“Well, we all have our moments don’t we. They don’t have to last forever though,” Soap said sympathetically. “Let’s sort you out with something that’ll get you smiling again! Come take a chair, then we can talk about what you want. My name’s Soap by the way.”

Simon moved robotically, he wasn’t sure how to act. He let himself be led over to the chair and tried not to cringe when he caught sight of himself in the giant glowing mirror. It was if it were highlighting every imperfection he had, detailing all the parts of himself he hated. Ugh, is that what the hairdresser would have to look at the whole time?

And wait…did he say his name was Soap?

Well Soap had taken him off guard. The way he looked at Simon made him feel… he didn’t know how it made him feel, couldn’t put his finger on it. Soap was so attentive and didn’t seem to be intimidated by him like most other strangers he met, he seemed warm. Ghost couldn’t help but feel taken by his accent as well. He always had a soft spot for Scottish accents.

“So what is it you’re lookin’ for today?” Soap asked, luring Simon out of his haze. “We’ve got a lot to work with here, I can see it’s a little knotted though. We might need to cut some of this out.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Simon mumbled.

He’d never felt so utterly fucking useless - not since he was a child anyway.

"Aw, don't be daft, you don't have to apologise! It can happen to anyone. Just tell me what you feel comfortable with and I'll look after ye."

Simon nodded curtly, concealing the rapid thump that was drumming all the way round his body. I’ll look after you. He didn’t know how much he needed to hear that until the words had left Soap’s mouth, but now that they were out in the open he felt like a wilting flower. It didn't help that Soap was being so touchy either. He was threading his hands through Simon's hair and fussing over all the matts and knots. His touch was like aloe on a stinging burn.

"Uh well, Normally I just go for short back and sides. Don't know how much you can leave on top with all that shit going on though. Doubt you can do much for me beyond getting rid of most of it," Ghost said, finally looking back up at the mirror and watching Soap as he fascinatingly played with the blonde strands.

"You'd be surprised," Soap shrugged, making eye contact with Simon in the mirror so that he could wink. "I'll consider that a challenge. Just you wait, I'll get you back to your old self in no time, handsome."

Simon blinked back at his reflection in the mirror and frowned. Did he just...? Surely he must've misheard. Soap didn't give much away. He just smiled and tapped Simon's arm, gesturing for him to follow him. Follow he did. Navigating the salon with furrowed brows. Why would someone that looked like Soap did...call Simon handsome?

Simon, who had barely washed in the past few weeks and who was surviving on such little sleep that his eye bags were getting bags, was not feeling handsome. He put it down to the hairdresser wanting a bigger tip. He was a good looking man after all, Soap could have anyone he wanted - and it seemed unlikely he'd want the trampy looking sad sack that just came in off the street. He was just flattering him because that's the sort of thing you do to customers, plus he thought, he'd never been to a salon before. Maybe this is just custom.

"Ok, if you take a seat down here then I can get your hair washed."

Simon went back to frowning again.

"Oh, you don't need to bother. I washed it earlier."

"Did ye, aye?" Soap smirked. "What with?"

"What do you bloody mean what with?" Simon grumbled.

"I mean, did you use shampoo and conditioner, or did you use whatever cheap crap you've been able to scrounge off the shelves at tesco express and call it a day?"

Simon hardened his gaze on Soap, but Soap wasn't intimidated. In fact, he only stood up straighter and tilted his chin up impetuously at Simon, reminding him of some of the more ballsy recruits that he'd had command of - even then, none were able to withstand his gaze very long. Soap wasn't budging.

"It's two in one so technically it is shampoo and conditioner," Simon groused.

"Steamin' jesus, you're one of those. Why don't you just sit down and let me work. You can trust me, alright?" Soap said evenly. "If I can stick some conditioner through your hair then I can probably remove the worst of those tangles."

Normally if someone that Ghost didn't know spoke to him like that he'd be inclined to deck them one at worst and walk away at best, but for some reason he found himself sinking into the leather chair before him. It was thickly padded and felt like a cloud underneath his stiff joints, all at once his muscles began to relax and he let himself lie back against the sink. Maybe going to the salon's not so bad.

"Lean up a sec for me, kay?"

Simon willed himself up and jolted when he felt Soap place something soft around his neck. His fingers had delicately brushed against Simon's neck and set off a blazing patch of goosebumps.

"What was that?" Ghost breathed, feeling himself start to panic at the foreign sensation.

"Sorry, sorry, I should've said," Soap soothed, his even tone allowing Simon to relax back against the sink again. "Just putting a towel round your shoulders so you don't get soaked. You're good to just lie back now. I'll take care of you from here. If you have any questions about what I'm doing don't be afraid to ask, ok?"

There it was again. I'll take care of you. It made Ghost's heart fill with a heavy pang of longing. When was the last time someone had taken care of him, when was the last time someone had spoken to him so softly and touched him so gently? God he couldn't remember. It was breaking his brain, rendering him incapable of saying much.

"Ok," he said simply.

"Great! Oh, by the way. What'd you say your name was again?"

"I didn't..." Simon replied, trailing as he remembered that concealing his identity was no longer an issue. "It's Simon."

"Simon," Soap repeated, smiling softly down at Ghost as he stared up at him with wide blue eyes. "Just lay back and close your eyes, Simon. Let me help you relax."

Simon bit his tongue, trying to banish the thought of Soap really helping him to relax from his mind. Something told him it wasn't jsut going to dissapear. Not when those eyes were electrocuting him with those stupid tingles that kept running down his back. It helped that he was encouraged to close his eyes at least, shut them out. It helped some.

Well, it helped until Soap started running the water. The spray fizzled out of the shower head and started cold until it warmed up. Only once it was at a comfortable temperature did Soap start to wave the shower head over Ghost's hair, once again drenching it so that he could combat the snarls. From there though his hands were deeply massaging over Ghost's head and as soon as he felt the gentle scratch of his nails over his scalp, all thoughts of trying to hate being washed were gone.

"Does that feel good?" Soap asked, his voice coming out low and breathy.

Fuck!

Simon almost moaned at the question. In an ideal world he'd get to whimper sweetly in reply.

"Yes. Good," Simon replied, voice coming through strangled. "Carry on."

If this was only the beginning, Simon thought, then he was doomed.

-

ok so I wanna write more for this, and I will later when I have more time but eeeeeee 🥰 I just love it so much!

Imagining Simon weak by the end of the encounter is everything 😫 he'd have been so touch starved for so long that all the attention would be tooo much, but also he'd be melting over it and malfunctioning. I think he'd come off so grumpy and awkward, but Soap would know exactly what he was doing and keep pushing anyway ugh 💕

[evilwriter-originals]

Clipped Wings - Chapter 1

Pink had settled down over the horizon, painting the trees of the nearby forest a dark violet. The air was cool for the moment, but the cloudless sky promised another hot day.

Anaria was fine with that. She'd change back into her regular clothing after the family portrait was done and she no longer needed to be in those stuffy costumes that passed for royal garb. It wasn’t that she didn’t like dresses (she loved them in fact), but some of the things she was supposed to wear just seemed ridiculous. For now, she wore a loose, sleeveless tunic and equally loose pants that fell to her knees. The clothing fluttered in the dry wind.

With a strong beat of her wings, Anaria rose higher into the sky, leaving the palace and the balcony she'd jumped from behind. She looked back, noticing that she'd trailed a few white feathers, loose from her quick grooming. A servant could have done it for her, or her lady in waiting Hali, but Anaria hadn't wanted to wake anyone so early.

She twirled in the air, pulling her wings in to pull off the maneuver. They quickly caught another gust of wind as she spread them again, and she was going higher, higher.

Anaria felt free when she flew. She never feared falling; she trusted her wings completely. Here in the sky, she could pretend that she wasn't a princess, that she wouldn't have to rule an entire country someday. She hated politics, finding them to be a boring drag. What she did find interesting, however, wasn't useful for royalty. Or, that's what she'd been told her whole life.

"Don't study anthropology," Anika had told her during one of her lessons. "It's useless to you. Let the experts do the work."

Anaria had scoffed at that, and taken more books from the palace library anyway, a little act of rebellion. The books had been found of course, as much as she'd tried to hide them, but her father had said he'd allow her to indulge in her curiosity. It was something that made Anaria love her father, despite all his glaring faults as a person. He was a great king, but not always the best at his other duties. She tried not to think of that though, of the time where she'd practically lost him with her mother.

But King Sol Torlena of Nessar was still alive and well, and so was she, his daughter and princess.

Anaria forgot herself as she flew, forgot her troubles that would be waiting for her back at the palace. She'd be told again that she really ought to take a guard with her, and told again to wash up and not go on flights so early.

Onward Anaria flew, diving downwards to see the forest, wind whipping at the braid she'd hastily tied her black hair into, tearing strands free. She didn't mind, really. She loved the wind in her face.

Laughing, Anaria spread her arms, then soared upwards on a draft. The air was already beginning to grow hotter, the sky burning out the last of its dawn and fading to pale blue.

Deciding to fly a while longer, Anaria dove down closer to the ground, sweeping over farmland golden with wheat and barley. The farmers were already in the fields tending to their crops, and some waved at her as she passed overhead. She cheerily waved back. She may have been royalty, but that was no reason to ignore the people beneath her in station.

The palace loomed ahead, a great structure of white stone with spires that tried to touch the sky. But Anaria knew the sky had no limit, that she could keep going and going, that the spires were really only touching the beginning of it.

A guard tried to hail her as she zipped over the gates, probably to ask why she'd gone out all on her own again. She ignored him, and flew on towards her balcony.

Anaria slowed as she neared the balcony with its open doors, and landed expertly, sandals clipping against the stone. She was breathing hard, wiping cooling sweat and hair out of her face.

Before she could even enter her chambers properly, there was someone there to fuss over her.

"Anaria! You know you shouldn't go out on your own like that!"

Anaria didn't feel the need to apologize. Instead, she gently took her lady in waiting by her upper arms.

"Hali, it's alright," Anaria tried to soothe. She laughed, finding the idea of needing a guard for her flights ludicrous. "We're in times of peace. We have been in times of peace."

Hali frowned at her, concern etched in her dark brown eyes.

Finally, she sighed, took Anaria's hands in hers. "Fine," she ceded. "But now you need to bathe. You'll be late for the portrait."

Right! The portrait! Anaria had almost completely forgotten while she'd been flying, even though it had been on her mind when she'd left.

"Have Wyniin draw me a bath then," Anaria said. She reached back to undo her braid, stepping farther into her rooms. Hali drew the balcony doors shut behind her, and then went in search of the servant Anaria had requested.

Anaria plopped down onto her bed, laid down on her back, letting her wings and hair splay out. Her wings were mostly white, though black decorated the tips of her long flight feathers. She was told she got the color from her mother, but she found it rather dull, if she was being honest. Why couldn't she have inherited golden wings like her father? Or have gotten beautiful blue wings like the royal healer Anika? Why white and black?

Hali returned, going to Anaria's wardrobe. Oddly enough, Anaria didn't find Hali's wings dull at all, despite them being a mottled gray.

Hali threw open the huge wardrobe. "Alright, Your Highness, what would you like to wear?" There was a joking tone in the use of her title. Hali could get away with that, as her lady in waiting, and especially in private. Anaria and Hali had known each other since they were children.

"Pick something gaudy," Anaria said, not looking. She usually trusted Hali's judgment in clothing.

"Hm..." Hali put her hands on her hips, fluttering her wings back and forth a little as she thought. Bright hair the shade of freshly-made caramel fell in curls down her back. "You look good in pink," she said.

"Ugh, I hate pink."

"It looks good on  you!" Hali argued.

Anaria sat up, wiping at her face with her hands. "It makes me look ridiculous." She felt like it didn’t match her skin color: a pale white with pink undertones.

Hali heaved a sigh. "Fine, fine, no pink." She began parsing through the dresses hanging in the wardrobe. "How about this?" She pulled out a dress and turned to Anaria.

Stuffy was certainly the right word for it. Anaria couldn't remember the last time she'd worn it. The sleeves were long, made of delicate cerulean lace, and the bodice was modest. The dress didn't even expose the back, had slits for her wings instead. The skirts flared out, also decorated in a layer of lace.

"When was the last time I wore that?" Anaria asked. She rose, took the dress from Hali, who happened to be much shorter than her. Now, in Anaria's grip, the skirts barely brushed the tiled floor. She glided over to the full-length mirror, holding the dress up in front of herself.

"I think it was your potential betrothal dinner to Lord Farwynn's son," Hali responded.

Anaria laughed. "Oh, that was a good night." The dress, admittedly, had not stayed on her very long. However, her father hadn't liked the terms of the engagement, and had called it off before it had really even begun.

Anaria twirled in front of the mirror, looking at herself from different angles. "Yes, I think this dress will do." It was stuffy with the long sleeves, but it would look good for a portrait.

"And your hair?" Hali asked.

"Figure it out while I bathe," Anaria responded, laying the dress down on the giant bed.

"But—"

"Hali, you always do a lovely job with my hair," Anaria assured her. Hali could get nervous sometimes, and Anaria made sure to try to ease those nerves and never think of them as silly.

"Of course, princess."

Anaria headed for the bath chamber. She could smell the sweet fragrance of her soap through the open door: a mix of lavender and orange. She was already tugging off her sweaty tunic before entering the steamy room and closing the door behind her.

---

“Sylvae, you don’t need your hand on your sword,” Anaria said to the bodyguard walking beside her with long strides. 

“You went out without me again.” Sylvae sounded like she was trying very hard to suppress her anger. She’d all but ignored Anaria’s words, but did remove her dark hand from the hilt of her sword. It was strapped to her right hip, and so Anaria walked on her left. 

“Sylvae, you know that—”

“You shouldn’t take such risks, Anaria.” Sylvae stopped, took her by the shoulder. “What if something had happened? Would your father blame me?”

Anaria did a not-very-royal thing and snorted. “My father loves you Sylvae. He would probably, rightfully, blame me.” She saw the distress on Sylvae’s face though, and sighed. “Alright. I… I’m sorry.” 

Sylvae didn’t let go of her yet, even though Anaria was late to the portrait painting session. 

“You promise me you won’t do that again?”

Anaria chewed on her lower lip. 

“You can’t,” Sylvae surmised. She shook her head, her tight, bushy black curls swaying. She took her hand off Anaria’s shoulder. “Let’s just get this over with. You’re late as it is.”

Anaria said nothing as she and Sylvae continued on through the halls of the palace. She wanted to apologize, and felt bad for making her bodyguard upset, but an apology would be useless if she didn’t change her behavior. And she didn’t plan to. What was the point of all this fuss about guarding her if they lived in peaceful times?

On the way they passed servants wearing the purple and gold livery of Nessar, their wings a myriad of colors that made Anaria jealous. She spotted blue wings, red wings, even some that were a dark iridescent! And yet she, a member of the royal family, was stuck with white and black.

“Anaria, you look fine,” Sylvae told her, sensing her displeasure with her appearance. “More than fine.” 

Anaria put her hands to her hair that had been piled in intricate buns and braids, and then smoothed her skirts.

“You’re right,” she agreed a bit begrudgingly. She had no problems with her hair or clothes, but didn’t want to come off as being jealous. Sylvae herself had tawny wings like an owl’s.

Finally, they arrived at the place that Sol had designated for the portrait. It was a state room used for the entertainment of honored guests. The walls were a shining white etched with gold, the rug that stretched across it a deep blue with flowering, purple designs. The windows were thrown open to let in the hint of a breeze, sheer white curtains billowing lightly. 

And then there was the king himself. He stood tall against one wall, wings neatly folded behind his back. His pale face was sharp and angular, though the edges were hidden by a neatly trimmed red beard. His hair, also red, hung in ringlets down to his shoulders. He wore blue as well, but a dark blue instead of the light shade Anaria wore. That made her feel better. She hadn’t thought of having to match her clothes with her father’s until halfway there.

“Anaria, you kept me waiting,” he said without a smile. He was usually happy to see her, but he probably felt too hot in his clothes, given that the sleeves and pants were long. He, too, would like to get this over with. 

“Well, Sire, it did give me some time to arrange my paints.” The painter was a dark-skinned man with light blue wings and short-cropped hair. He stood with a tall easel, jars of paint laid out on a table beside him.

Sol sighed through his nose, but made no comment. He raised his eyebrows at Anaria, clearly waiting for an apology.

“I’m sorry, father,” she said, giving it. She decided not to hand him excuses. He knew all of them already, knew that she liked to do things on her own without her guards. 

Sylvae took her customary place at the door beside Sol’s own bodyguard, and Anaria took her place beside her father.

“Must we stand the whole time?” Anaria asked, worrying about sore feet.

“Well, call for a break when you need it.”

Anaria’s attention turned to the painter as he came over. He fussed with their hair and clothes a bit, then told them how to be positioned. Sol had a stiff arm around Anaria’s waist, his other hand held in a fist by his belt. Anaria had her hands folded neatly in front of her. Both had their wings slightly spread.

The painter hurried back to his easel, looking at them from this vantage point. Nodding in satisfaction, he took up his brush, and began.

[cogaytes]

Family Remedy

here it is: my secret santa for @ahyesitsshmeegus :D thank you to @song-tam for organizing!

my prompt was to let keefe be happy for once, so here’s a little drabble for an au where elwin and keefe are half siblings. they’re brothers your honor :]

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Elwin is too young to bear the weight of the world—the weight of his father's expectations—but he does so anyway. The Sencen name holds a certain weight to it, he's been assured, and his actions must reflect that. He mustn't be too loud, too foolish, too stupid. But he holds his head high, like his father, and he shows no weakness, and he gets through the day however he has to.

Elwin is still far too young when he rushes home from the Silver Tower to find his mother on her deathbed. He's by her side, too, when she succumbs three days later. It was a rare illness, the physician tells him, something whose cure was beyond the reach of even the best of elven medicine. Elwin decides from that moment that he will change this. Flashing—the last gift she gave him—makes him especially suited for being a physician, lending itself well to this personal quest. Leaping straight to Foxfire after her planting, he throws himself into the biological studies; he graduates from the elite levels with the promise of an internship under the best of elven physicians. It takes him ten years, but he does manage to find a cure for her illness. No more elven children will lose a parent.

What he does not manage to find a cure for, however, is his father's grief. It changes him. He's sharper, now. More quick to anger. He marries again within six years—a tall woman with a haughty tilt to her chin. The new stepmother, Lady Gisela, doesn't particularly care for Elwin. He doesn't particularly care for her either, and as glares from his father turn into screaming matches and broken vases, he gives up on tolerating either of them. The new house he builds for himself is called Splendor Plains, and it's strange in the most perfect, most Elwin way imaginable. His father will never visit him there.

***

Eighteen years later, Elwin sets foot in Candleshade for the first time in a decade. He takes a moment to adjust his appearance: his hair, tied back in a neat ponytail at the nape of his neck. His tunic, the only one he owns without some sort of animal pattern, carefully selected to best adhere to his father's selective standards of grooming. This is not the time for starting a fight…not if he wants to meet his baby brother.

Keefe is a scrap of a thing, lanky for two years old, with a wide grin plastered across his face and limbs that always seem to end up in places he hadn't meant them to. His energy is boundless, and Elwin feels more than sees his father's frown as the two of them watch him bounce around the room. He doesn't let that stop him from dropping to one knee and meeting Keefe's eyes across the room. 

"Hey," he murmurs. Keefe seems suspicious of him, eyeing him warily as Elwin tries for a smile. "I'm Elwin. Your brother." Though Keefe shrinks away slightly as Elwin brings his arm out from behind his back, his eyes widen at the stuffed gulon. He toddles over and reaches for it. Elwin chuckles. "Like her?" Keefe's toothy smile is more than enough answer. He gently lifts the gulon from Elwin's outstretched hands and runs his stubby fingers over the soft plush. "You want to name her, then?"

Keefe pauses to consider. A wicked smirk slowly grows across his face, and he proclaims, "Mrs. Stinkbottom!" Elwin can't help but laugh, both at Keefe's self-assured declaration and the twin looks of horror on his father and Lady Gisela's faces.

"Absolutely not," Lord Cassius snarls. "Give me that." 

Elwin manages to intercept his father before he gets to Keefe. "Here, Keefe. Let me keep her safe for you." It's a struggle to keep tugging the newly christened Mrs. Stinkbottom from Keefe's grasp as his little brother's eyes fill with tears.

"No!" he yells, "I want her! Give her back!"

Elwin gives him the closest thing to a comforting smile he can manage. He feels a swell of rage rising in his stomach, and it's all he can do to tie it in a knot and shove it back down. Anger won't do him any good. Not in front of Keefe. Not right now.

"I'll take care of her for you," he says instead, "I promise." Keefe shoots him a glare full of spite and suffering. He storms from the room, and Elwin can hear his stomps echo as he unleashes the full force of his fury on every single stair in the place. For a moment, he and his father and his stepmother only stare at each other.

"What were you thinking? Bringing him foolish crap like that?" growls Lord Cassius at last.

Elwin takes another deep breath, and when he speaks again, it’s in the mildest tone he can muster. "Stuffed animals aren't foolish. I still carry mine around."

"And you shouldn't; it's improper—"

"Honestly, do you let the kid have any sort of—"

"Elwin Sencen," his father thunders.

When Elwin smiles, it's cold as ice. "It's Heslege now, actually."

Cassius Sencen is speechless. For once in his life. "What—since when?"

"Since I moved out." It's hard to keep satisfaction from bleeding through in the edges of his voice, so he gives in to the urges to gloat. "Now, it's been wonderful catching up with you, but I really must be off. I've been appointed Physician at Foxfire, you see, and it comes with all sorts of important duties. Gisela, you're a royal pain as always." With all the dignity he can muster, he sweeps from the room.

***

Elwin doesn't see Keefe again until he's a Level One. He barely recognizes his little brother when he bounds into the Healing Center, all wheeling arms and legs and self-assured smirks. But his energy slows to a dull murmur when he locks eyes with Elwin. 

"Oh," he mutters, staring at the ground, "it's you."

Elwin can't help but smile, despite the teen's sullen attitude. "Hey, Keefe." Keefe doesn't look up, so Elwin busies himself studying his brother's form for any sign of whatever injury's brought him here. He also can't help but check for bruises. Just in case. "So, what happened?"

"What?" Keefe finally raises his head, but still refuses to meet Elwin's gaze.

"To bring you here. You're injured, right?"

"Oh. That." Keefe shuffles his feet. "My Elven History session was really boring and I didn't want to go." And Elwin would hear the lie in his voice without noticing the way he hid his left hand behind his back.

"Show me." Keefe produces the offending hand grudgingly. Elwin whistles at the long, deep cut slicing across his palm. "How'd you manage that one?"

"Universe." Keefe's grunted answer is all Elwin needs; he's treated more than enough mishaps from that particular class. Bustling between shelves and cabinets, Elwin searches the racks for the particular ointment he likes to use for cuts from broken glass.  He stops to give Bullhorn a scratch under the chin before he returns to his patient.

"Oh, have you met Bullhorn?" he adds, hoping to distract Keefe as he applies the gooey purple paste to Keefe's cut. It's not enough, though, to prevent Keefe's subtle wince at the initial sting of the ointment. 

"Bullhorn?" asks Keefe, and the banshee yawns at the sound of his name. "Whoa, you've got a pet banshee? That's awesome!" And this, this is the bright Keefe Elwin knows and loves.

Elwin grins. "Right?"

"How long've you had him?" He reaches for Bullhorn, and to Elwin's shock, Bullhorn lets him pat his head.

"'Bout a year. He likes you, you know. Doesn't usually let anyone but me touch him."

Keefe rips his hand away as if he's been burned. "Oh."

"Say, Keefe, how're you—"

But Keefe is already getting up and backing towards the door. "Thanks for the stuff for my hand. See you." He turns and sprints from the room before he's even made it over the threshold.

***

Keefe doesn't come back to the Healing Center for the rest of the year, and all of Level Two. It's not till the beginning of Level Three that he comes in dragging Sophie Foster. Keefe with Sophie is the most comfortable Elwin's ever seen him in his own skin, and Elwin is grateful for her—both for that, and for bringing Keefe back into his life with her frequent Healing Center trips.

Midterms brings a more unpleasant family member back into his life: Cassius Sencen. He's just passing through the hallways when he overhears the elf. He's yelling—of course he's yelling—at Keefe, who stares at his shoes with hunched shoulders. He's not quite cowering, but he's not quite standing tall and defiant either. Gisela stands next to him, and Elwin can catch her murmuring something about "A 92 isn't so—" and "Let the boy be."

It's not even a conscious decision he makes to intervene. With three long strides, he's planted himself in between his father and his little brother. He's several inches shorter, but he'll be damned if he can't manage a threatening glare nonetheless. "Well, Father dearest. What's going on here, exactly?"

"These are Sencen matters," Cassius spits, and it's obviously meant to be some sort of great, crushing blow. Elwin brushes it off like nothing.

"You're screaming at my brother in the middle of the hallway." Elwin cocks his head, an unspoken challenge lingering in the air. "I'd like you to stop, please."

Cassius recoils at that last word, barbed as it was meant to be. "I can speak to my son any way I like."

Elwin keeps his voice soft. Dangerously so. "Allow me to rephrase that: Fuck. Off. You treat Keefe like shit, and you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as him, let alone speak to him that way. He will not be burdened by your presence any longer, as he and I are leaving. Goodbye." And before he can talk himself out of it, he grabs Keefe's arm and marches him off to the Healing Center, leaving Cassius and Gisela sputtering in their wake.

He knows he's done the right thing, though, when Keefe flips his parents the bird as they hurry away.

***

"Are you okay?" is the first question Elwin asks Keefe when they arrive at the Healing Center.

"Yeah," Keefe breathes, as if he can't believe what he just saw happen. "That was amazing."

Elwin chuckles. "It certainly felt good."

"The looks on their faces," Keefe crows, punching the air with both fists. He flops backwards onto a cot, staring dreamily at the ceiling.

"What was he so mad about?"

"Eh, my midterm grades. Got a 92 in Elven History."

Elwin shakes his head, burying his face in his hands. "That's an excellent grade."

"Not enough for Daddy dearest," Keefe mutters darkly. He tosses a pillow at the wall. Elwin catches it as it bounces off.

"Believe me, I know," he says gently. "I grew up with him, same as you." Keefe looks away. "I'm sorry, Keefe. I should have been there."

"Doesn't matter. He would've kicked you out anyway even if you'd tried to visit." But the hunch to his shoulders tells a different story. Elwin reaches for him.

"I should have been there anyway." Keefe freezes at his touch—doesn't pull away, but doesn't lean into it either. "I'd like to be there starting now, though, if that's okay."

His little brother lets out a breath, and then shifts on the cot, letting Elwin's hug take his weight for him. "Okay," he breathes, and wraps his arms around Elwin.

They sit there, for a moment, just enjoying getting to hug one another for the first time. Then Elwin gets up. "I have something for you."

"Is it a tunic that says Lord Awesomeness? Or a stink bomb? Or a—" His guesses are cut off by the sight of the green, sparkly gulon plushie Elwin pulls out of the cabinet. "No way—" he breathes.

"Remember Mrs. Stinkbottom?" 

Keefe reaches for her, and Elwin's heart warms watching his brother trace his fingers over her the way he had that first night. "You kept her?"

Elwin's mouth opens to reply, but the hot tears suddenly filling his eyes nearly prevent the words from getting out. "Of course. She's yours, now. Always was, always will be."

"Dad won't let me have her," Keefe mumbles.

"Keefe, you think I'm letting you go back there?" 

The other boy gapes at him. "He'll be mad, and—"

"I just told him to fuck off; he's already mad enough." Keefe manages a laugh at that reminder. "But it doesn't matter, Keefe. I don't want you in his home anymore." His brother mumbles something. "Sorry?"

"Haven't got anywhere else to go," Keefe repeats, louder this time, and Elwin's heart just about breaks.

"Move in with me," he begs fiercely, "come live with me at Splendor Plains. You and Mrs. Stinkbottom both." 

Keefe raises his eyes to meet Elwin's, filled with a fragile sort of hope. "Really?"

"Of course." Elwin pulls him into another hug and Keefe melts into the touch, resting his head on his brother's shoulder despite being the taller of the two, and after a moment Elwin feels tears soaking through his tunic. Mrs. Stinkbottom is still clutched tightly in Keefe's right hand. And Elwin holds him, content just to have his brother in his arms.

After a moment, Keefe giggles softly.

"What?" Elwin asks. 

A wicked grin spreads across Keefe’s face. "Let me be there when you tell Dad."

Elwin tries for a wry smile. "I can try to make that happen." Meeting Keefe's eyes, he ruffles his hair, and his brother yelps in mock-indignation.

"Hey, Elwin?" he asks after a second.

"Yeah?"

"Love you."

His smile is wet, but Elwin still manages, "Love you, too."

[mikadollie]

tatsumi ... (o´∀`o) i want him 2 be a (read; MY) father soooooo bad! he would b so good w children n he wants them 2 be good for him (≧▽≦) i loev papa (dilf) tatsu!!!! putting random emojis bc the ask isnt colorful as i wanted ..

btw hes on his 20s or 30s, OR MAYBE EVEN OLDER whatever u think its better :3

/// 🗯 trigger warnings & content warnings, this has mentions of ; non-con ( 99% of my asks r gonna have ncon btw) ,, (a bit of...??) plushophilia, big age gap, slight dacryphilia, (implied?) grooming (i guess??), somnophilia (kinda), emetophilia (i sneaked in vomit in my ask again :3 only a little bit), use of aphrodisiacs/drugs ???? I DONT KNWO HOW 2 TAG THIBGS I JUST SAY WHATEVER POPS UP IN MY MIND!!!!!!!!!

papa tatsu .. do u ever think abt when tatsumi said somrthing with Uhhhhh if alkaloid is a family ,, he wanted mayoi 2 take the role of a mother & wanted 2 be the father? :3 i dont remember well but !!! what if he rlly had a child ,, adopted or not ?? i think he would b such a great dad ( ´ ω ` ) well, he would seem a great dad at first, but im sure his child knows his true self ^_^ tatsumi tries to control himself, he really tries! what can he do at seeing such a easy prey? :( his child calls his name so happily that he cant help but feel guilt. he should be someone for his child to look up at, his urges just are stronger, okay? tatsumi, if hes still married with his wife (straight couple??? eww!!!), he would do his best to keep his child‘s little mouth shut (＠＾◡＾) hes just so kind to help his child to take a bath, isnt he? two fingers would b currently inside his child‘s mouth to muffle their cries and whines, while his other hand is fingering their hole/pussy, he swears hes gonna properly clean them up after with a warm bath. he doesnt wants to see his child crying anymore, even if it fuels his arousal, he just washes his child‘s hair & gently scratches their scalp as if nothing happened, he lets the water wash off his sins of his own child‘s body. tatsumi would b so good w manipulation i swear!! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ tatsu would say 2 his child that papa would be upset if they said anything 2 their mama ,, of course his child would not want to upset him, right? he would grant all of his child‘s wishes, like he wants to grant his wishes with his child‘s body. papa tatsu would not b able to b too rough with his child or degrade them !!!! :3 he may be fast, but hes trying to soothe his child‘s cries and hiccups while their tight little hole/cunt clings around his cock (* ^ ω ^) depending on his child‘s age & sex assigned at birth, he would pop a boner so easily at seeing their body change. i mean!!!! im exaggerating a bit bc... tatsumi pls youre better than this BUT. put tatsumi & his child whose body is developing with shorts / short skirts in a room, one is getting out flooded with cum and it isnt tatsumi. he would focus on his pleasure and at the same time would focus on his child‘s well-being (´･ᴗ･ ` ) if theyre gagging and choking around his dick, its fine. they‘ll learn soon, its fine! theyre growing up and thats what grownups do, his child just need to be a little mature, tatsumi isnt doing anything wrong. if they throw up, it will be fine. he‘ll clean it, he just needs to cum again, alright?

ok adding more things here .. wgat if tatsumi‘s wife died & there is only his daughter n him left, so he sees his daughter as his wife?!?!?! i dont see rough sex & tatsumi being on the same sentencw but he would be gentle or a BEAST. going back 2 previous topic, papa tatsu would love everything related 2 u!! in any way!!!! did u see that guy who made a fursona costume (??i forgor the word) of all the plushies he came on? that would b tatsumi. talking abt single dad tatsu, it would b so boring w/o his child with him! eventually he would need something that makes him remember of his child 2 have any kind of pleasure, he cant cum if hes thinking abt another thing :( his child wouldnt mind if he stayed a bit at their room, right? after all, hes the owner of the house, he can do anything ^_^ his child wouldnt mind if he spent his time hugging one of their plushies, its not a big deal. papa tatsu just loooooooves anything related 2 their child! he would certainly jerk off on his child‘s bed n cum on their plushies, only a way 2 show his love ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ his child would b confused when they come back from school n see their papa washing their plushies.. it was perfectly clean! well, they arent going 2 deny any kind of affection (?). he would love to spoil his child with affection, just making them sit on his lap and spoonfeed them. those little moments r everything 2 tatsumi, specifically after he managed 2 put aphrodisiacs into the food (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ he can see the wet patch / small bulge on their clothes after, he thinks its sooo cute 2 see his child so needy like that. depending on his child‘s age (again. btw i use child but it can be five or less years old, more than ten, a pre teenager or teen etc!!!) ,, he knew he would have 2 talk abt this one day ,, and he probably was too much excited 2 have this kind of talk. he would explain to their child that its okay and that this is the progress of growing up + their body developing, its totally normal! he would b more than happy 2 introduce his child 2 lewd stuff, n im sure he has sex toys somewhere hidden in the house!! o(>ω<)o making his child use a small vibrator that was hidden (somewhere...) just 2 see how they react, even if their reaction is negative and they keep insisting its weird + that they dont like it, tatsumi would gently shush them & say that its 4 them own good, that they would do this eventually.

papa tatsu who would not b afraid 2 fuck his child multiple times!!! he just loves hearing their cries while he fucks them into their bed, the bed that once was a comfortable place to their child. he would even let his child hug a plushie while hes fucking them 2 comfort them, their face shoved on their plushie while they lay on their stomach. tatsumi would b so happy 2 see his child‘s belly getting a bit round of how much cum theres inside them \(^ヮ^)/ he would finger back anything that came out, his seed cannot be wasted!! or just seeing the outline of his cock on his child‘s stomach :3 papa tatsu has a lot of ideas!!! (also. what kind of drugs do u think tatsumi would give 2 his child? ^_^) he would not hesitate 2 drug his child just to see them in a lil state of daze & not try to resist their papa‘s intentions \(^ヮ^)/ if their mama is not dead or papa tatsu isnt a single dilf, papa tatsu would sneak out of his bedroom 2 go to his child‘s bedroom!! he would do anything 2 not wake up his child, and if he did, he would put a hand over their mouth to keep them quiet. he just wants his child to get a good night sleep while hes with his cock inside them ☆ ～('▽^人) cockwarming papa tatsu while youre asleep...

i have more things 2 say also!!!!! pleese share your thoughts abt papa tatsu :33

— 🍮 anon!!!!! (^_^) in this ask ,, i would talk abt shu being a weird creepy girl but .. i got other ideas!!!!!!!!

> pleese share your thoughts abt papa tatsu :33: Hnmmfghhg.............🤤

awaa papa tatsu and his child taking a bath... his cock inbetween their thighs and he's massaging along their waist....(*´꒳`*) he's just so sweet and nice even though his cock is splitting them in half and making them whine loudly!! I think he would also steal his childs clothes a lot to jerk off with..... sometimes he likes watching them hump their pillows when he peaks in at night before taking his child for himself... tatsumi shoving his fingers into their mouth to keep them quiet and saying to not wake mama up....

Tatsumi making his child put their panties back on/a plug in them to keep all that cum in and slowly have it drip out down their leg hehe... I wanna say he would give molly to his child but thats just me being biased. He would crush up some valiums (or oxys depends on the day) and slip it in the food to see his kid all wobbly and unable to resist anything he does!!!

[imgonnaketchumall]

based on something I was talking about with @askgarymfoak. Poor Arcanine.

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Letting Ash use his beloved pokemon wasn't exactly unusual. They both let the other use one of their many pokemon if needed, not necessarily for battle, but for general needs. And, the rule was usually to return the pokemon in the shape that you borrowed them in. Aka, Gary didn't want to have Ash return his beloved babies dirty and muddy. And most of the time, Ash obliged. Unless of course, Ash got his beloved puppy riled up over something. which wasn't unusual. The two could be high energy together, with Ash encouraging the energy that Gary tried so hard to keep under control.

So having the two run back to the lab with Ash panting and wheezing out a sorry I told him not too had Gary frown, raising an eyebrow in concern. "What'dya mean you told him not too?"

Pikachu was muddy, nipping at his fur in harsh actions which gave Gary more of a concern. After all, Pikachu was normally clean, usually very good at keeping itself groomed. Seeing the rapid nipping and itching had Gary give out the worst groan. "Tell me what, Ashy-Boy?" The name was spit out, his eyes already tired and temples starting to ache from the upcoming headache he was sure to be getting.

"He couldn't help himself, wanting to chase them. He chased them right into the tall grass, even though I said not too. Pikachu, too. Sorry, Gare, really."

Gary grimaces. "What're you talking about, Ashy-Boy?"

"I saw fleas on them."

Gary winces. He can already see Ash dragging out the plastic pool and digging around outside for some special pokemon shampoo kept in one of the storage areas around the field. Grabbing the rubber gloves, Gary dreads the idea of washing her fire pup. His fire puppy, who is not fond of water.

Pikachu's sulking as Ash puts globs of shampoo on his gloves, massaging it into Pikachu repeatedly until the small pokemon is drenched in water and soapy suds.

Arcanine is already whining and howling at his bath, barely touching toes to the water. As the puppy whines and cries, Gary blinks back tears. It's the chemicals, he'll tell everyone else.

(But Ash knows it's not that.)

School wasn't that terrible. Gary knew it wasn't. In class, he loved how he seemed to be the smartest, the brightest. He loved how the teacher praised his knowledge, how he just seemed to be the best compared to the others. He knew he was the best in the class, and he took pride in showing off every report card with his grades.

His grandfather was proud of his academic achievements, frowning only when he saw the not that Gary refused to wear his required yellow hat when walking to and from school as part of the uniform requirement.

Samuel knew well the struggle that was. Gary seemed to resist any sort of hat. Whether it be one for cold, or one for school, he seemed resistant. Professor Oak could see that at a young age, Gary would grow up to be a primadona.

The young boy was already very particular on having his hair a certain way. He didn't like it when it was combed flat, wanting to keep it fluffed up and brushed. Sam himself wasn't too fond of letting the boy grow it too long, just yet, but at least Gary wasn't adversed to having it brushed, unlike his favorite raven haired companion who seemed to have more knots than a rope when it came to his mess of hair.

Notes pinned to Gary's jacket weren't uncommon. Again, it was usually about his attitude towards some kids, or his resistance to following proper protocols. Unpinning the note from his tiny jacket, Sam scans it, assuming it to be yet another complaint that Gary won't wear his yellow hat.

Frowning, Sam shakes his head. "Gary, you have to wear it to and from school. It's for your safety, so that if you were to get hurt, or lost, a grownup could find you and aid you. I'm sorry you don't like it, but--" he's distracted by a phone call, glancing over at the phone. It's Delia, and he orders his grandson to say put.

He comes back, face grimacing and eyes softening. The note says something different, and Sam lets out a huge sigh. Apparently there was a breakout at the school, nits, it seems. Gary's still standing, his hand idly reaching to rub at his scalp, scratching at his unusually messy spikes. Groaning, Sam grabs some shampoo. He is not looking forward to having to clean the remainders of his house, of Gary's room.

He feels too old for this. For these child problems. "Can you grab some of the pokemon grooming supplies from my closet? No, actually, I'll get it." Sam sighs. "You go to the back, please. Then grab the plastic pool."

Confused, Gary does as he is told, using one hand to try and scratch while the other plops the pool down. Sam has a pair of Gary's old pajamas in hand, stepping out to the lawn with tired eyes. He's not looking forward to this.

Knees creaking as he bends down, he pulls off the school uniform, ordering the small boy to the plastic pool. He spends thirty minutes with the shampoo, scrubbing over and over as Gary whines.

"Gramps, it itches." The complaints seem to be the same, regardless of how many times he shampoos the boy's hair. Sighing, Sam knows what he has to do, Gary's little eyes starting to water from the irritation and the itchiness.

"Gary, can you please remain still for me?" Sam asks, as the little boy sniffles.

"It's itchy Grampa," he whimpers. Sam's heart pings, the whine of Grampa still tugging at his heart. Gary was starting to favor the more cool Gramps than the childish Grampa, but at that moment he looked very luch like the young child he was.

"Yes, I know. Gary," he sighs. "And there's only one way to get rid of the itchiness." The wails are loud. The cries, deafening. It breaks his heart to cut away the auburn strands his beloved grandson loved so much. But it got the buggers out, and after one more rinse, Sam nods, sliding on the clean and old pajamas.

Sam has to admit, he was never a fan of his grandson's long hair. he thought Gary looked better when it looked neater. And this was certainly neater. There was very little left to spike the way Gary liked, the soft strands sticking up in ways that the more simple little boys wore their hair.

It didn't stop his heart from hurting as the boy cried in his bed that night, and the next. Not even a sleepover with his best little friend who also had a similar cut seemed to help. And even though he knows he did the right thing, the guilt of Gary's tear stricken face haunted him for weeks.

Gary sniffs once more. His eyes water.

"Gare," Ash says, louder this time. "Arcy's done. He's clean. I don't think there are anymore fleas on there." The puppy is no longer howling, shivering instead.

"Right," he replies, eyes redden. He finishes one last rinse and lets the puppy shake himself clean.

"Let's get them some special pokepuffs. They've endured enough for the day." Ash is already cradling Pikachu like a baby. Gary nods, agreeing with his boyfriend.

"Yeah."

"At least it wasn't Bree," Ash adds. "Don't know who would be more dramatic, you or her."

Gary gives Ash a slight shove. "Shut up, Ashy-Boy."

[graveincarnate]

ELI BROOKS NSFT ALPHABET

Requested by 3 anons Word count: 1841 Warnings: nsfw/nsft , gn reader , afab terms A/N: 3 people suggested very similar things so I figured I’d just combine them all! I’m currently working on a few requests and they should be up soon, but in the meantime I hope you enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He has a bit of a hard time with aftercare, he just gets super nervous and timid. He likes to talk big, but he worries about his performance. He’ll lay his head on your shoulder and press small kisses to your collarbone, murmuring small ‘I love you’s’ against your skin after each kiss.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands and what he can do with them. It was never something he thought about, but then he fingered you and that all changed. He loves the reactions he can get out of you with just his fingers, it makes him feel powerful. He’s definitely a tits guy, he’s quite literally infatuated with them. Whenever he’s not touching them, he’s probably starting at them to some capacity.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to finish in your mouth or on your face or chest. They’re his favourite parts of you and seeing them covered in his cum really get’s him going. He doesn’t like to cum inside you or anywhere near your ass or pussy unless he’s wearing a condom, if he got you pregnant he would never forgive himself. He likes to be cautious.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves the idea of filming you two having sex, not for the public or anything, just for him. He’s a huge porn watcher, so what’s better than your own partner being the star of the show? E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He isn’t very experienced, other than his own hand nothing has ever touched him. He most definitely went off of what he saw in porn, which granted, is not the best idea, but he was still relatively good for his first time. He’s a good communicator, asking what you like and don’t like, if you’re okay, if you need him to stop, he’s just really caring.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves missionary. Getting to see your face gives him a better idea of how good he’s doing, it makes him more comfortable knowing that he’s actually pleasing you. It’s also the perfect position for him to stoop down and kiss your breasts and collarbones.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s really humorous. Cracking jokes helps lessen the pressure and makes you both more comfortable. When he tries to be serious, it ends up with both of you bursting out laughing. It’s incredibly hard for you two to take it seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He normally keeps it well trimmed, but sometimes he’ll shave it all off or just let it grow out, but he never lets it get out of control.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not the most romantic guy ever, it’s not really his thing, but he does take initiative to be at least a little bit romantic. He’ll light a candle, maybe leave some rose petals around the room, just silly little things that you’d tease him about later.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off probably more often than he should, and in situations where it’s mildly inappropriate. He doesn’t care where he is or who he’s with, if he feels the need to masturbate he’ll go for it. Often times during hangouts with the tripod he’ll spend far too much time in the bathroom.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

it’s not necessarily a kink by any means, but he loves mutual masturbation. There’s something surprisingly intimate about it. He loves to keep your faces close as the two of you pant and moan into each other’s mouths.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s grown really accustomed to doing it in public, he didn’t mean for it to happen but after countless and countless quickies in various public bathrooms and such, he’s grown to really like it. But, maybe he’s just a bit of an exhibitionist. He also really likes his bedroom, a typical choice, but he loves it. It’s kind of comforting in a way; hearing the familiar creak of his bed frame, the scent of his vanilla air freshener, the warmth of his bedsheets, it’s just perfect.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The smallest things get him going, being a horny teenager is no walk in the park. Hell, if you stared at him for two seconds too long he’d probably pop a boner. But he particularly really likes when you lean in real close, place a hand on his thigh, and whisper something in his ear, it doesn’t even have to be dirty, your hot breath on his neck and the squeeze of your fingers around his thigh is enough to get him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not much is off limits for him, he’s willing to try anything once, but he does have one exception: bodily fluids. Not like cum or spit or anything like that, like piss, shit, vomit, or blood. The thought of it alone is enough to make him feel queasy.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both, but he definitely prefers receiving. Just the sight of you getting on your knees in front of him makes him giddy, not to mention seeing how pretty you look while you work so hard to please him, he just can’t get enough of it. After you give him head he always returns the favour, he likes to keep it mutual as it always should be. He’s pretty damn good at it too, who knew he was so skilled with his tongue?

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers fast and rough over slow and sensual any day, but in the grand scheme of things it does depend on the context. Majority of the time you have sex it’s casual and fun, so going rough and fast gets along with that sentiment really well. However, If you guys are borderline lovemaking, of course he’s gonna be slow and sensual. During those moments he always makes sure to whisper sweet nothings to you and continuously ask if you’re okay, which, obviously he does either way, but during these moments it’s more of the focal point.  Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies, he relies on them most of the time. This guy gets hard anywhere and everywhere, sometimes he needs to pull you away for some much needed sex while you’re out. He’ll fuck you anywhere, his car, his friends houses, restaurants, his club room, wherever you can think he’s probably down. Sometimes you even find yourselves fucking before going somewhere, the tripod will be waiting for you in the driveway and you’re off getting dicked down over the kitchen counter. You guys know that they know why you took so long, but neither party will ever mention it, it’s better to remain in a facade of blissful ignorance.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves experimenting, he wants to try anything and everything, but only if you want to. He prefers when you bring it up first, he doesn’t wanna come off as too eager or try to sway your opinion by his excitement. The only time he’ll bring something up is if he knows for a fact you’ll be on board, any other time it has to be brought up on your terms. This doesn’t stop him from hinting at things though. He always starts things off as a joke, then eventually the joke goes too far.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has very little stamina, he can go for 1-2 rounds. He may be horny but he’s still a teenager, and it doesn't help that he’s probably never worked out a day in his life. If you want to go for more than two rounds, you’ll have to do most of the work from there on out.  

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any toys for himself, but he’s definitely bought some for you. Various things like: vibrators, dildos, whips, hell, he even bought a ball gag that one time. They were mostly given as gag gifts, but eventually they got to play a bigger role in the bedroom, on both you and him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It isn't that he doesn't like to tease you because let's be real he loves hearing you beg, but he does feel a little bad about it if he thinks about it too hard after. On the other hand, he enjoys being teased by you. He gets a little embarrassed by how much he whimpers and whines for you, but he knows how much you enjoy it so he feels a little less nervous with that in mind.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first, he's relatively quiet, letting out small grunts and groans, but as he gets closer, those turn into whines and whimpers, followed by full-blown moans. He doesn’t realize how loud he gets until you tell him W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves taking you to the drive-in, sometimes it’s for normal dates, but other times he has something else in mind. He purposely picks nights that are playing shitty movies just so the two of you can fuck in the back of his car. It always fun after too, why wouldn’t you wanna make fun of bad movies with your boyfriend? They’re always some of the more fun dates you two go on.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His dick is just under average size, about 3 inches flaccid, but reaches average size when hard, just about 5 inches. Despite his size, he has a lot of girth, which is something he’s confident in. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s high, like really high. It’s probably higher than it should be, but he’s a teenaged boy what do you expect? He’s always down, you say the word and it’s go time. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can’t fall asleep afterwards, like stated before he gets nervous about his performance. He lays there, worrying about how he did and what he can do next time to be better. You have to offer him some reassurance before he can calm down enough to sleep.

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

[angry-geese]

Homesick Remedy

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Warnings: nsfw. Smut and fluff. Tender sex, hickeys/marking, oral (fem recieving), unprotected sex, creampie, breeding mention, praise kink (sort of/interpretable). afab reader.

Notes: Gojo returns home from a job and spends some quality time with the reader. domestic fluff turned smut

You're not quite sure when you hear the door open.

Gojo usually comes home late. It's the nature of his job. Being one of the world's best Jujutsu sorcerers doesn't exactly follow a 9-5 schedule. Curses don't care if you're sleeping. Most nights you would stay up to greet him. Your schedule was nearly as hectic as his, you dealt with this often. If he found you dozing off on the couch he'd press a kiss to your forehead and carry you to bed.

You had gone on a job the day prior. It was nothing of note; something you could easily handle on your own. A curse was proving to be difficult for lower level sorcerers so they sent you in. Mistakenly you let your guard down—only for a moment—and it cost you. The curse landed a blow on you. Nothing fatal. While your injuries weren't the most visible, they sure don't feel that way. You found yourself unwilling to tell Gojo, though. You could take care of yourself, but he always fussed over you. If he noticed something was off this morning, he made no mention of it.

Gojo's hand briefly touches your head, messing up your hair.

"You're home early." You say, reaching your arms out for him, making grabbing motions with your hands.

He leans down to give you a quick kiss before hauling you into his arms. Instinctively you bury your face in his chest, inhaling the woody scent of his cologne. As much as it smells nice, he puts far too much on. The scent tends to linger long after he's left the room. Something metallic hangs onto it. Blood. Although he doesn't appear injured.

Dramatically he flops back onto the couch. You shift so you're sitting in his lap, facing him. Dark circles line the skin under his eyes. It makes you wonder when he's last slept. His hair is a mess. Idly you brush it out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ear.

"Missed me?" This dumb looking grin spreads across his face.

"You? Never."

He visibly deflates. Of course you missed him, but his ego could survive a hit or two. There are very few things you enjoyed more than bullying your boyfriend. All in good fun. He's rarely bothered by it. Unfortunately you love him.

You often wonder how you got so lucky.

When the two of you first met, you couldn't stand each other. It was so long ago that it's hard to believe now. There was an obvious rivalry in school. He was always the best at what he did. Though he was a few years older, and moments you ran into him were rare, so it was often shrugged off. If you found something you thought you'd be good at, he was always better. Growing up, he was annoying like that. For someone like you, it made you furious. You had a petty, competitive streak. You had to be good at everything you did. You had to be one of the best sorcerers. You had to be the best in your class.

And you were, but he was always better.

You're a very talented sorcerer yourself, but it's hard not to feel inadequate standing next to him. Most people could say the same thing. Half of the Jujutsu world either wanted him, or wanted to be him. He always fit in so well.

It wasn't until well into adulthood that your paths crossed for long enough to talk. The two of you were more similar than you ever thought. You gave him a chance. Reluctantly so, but you did. Your work only made the two of you grow closer.

He shifts so you're in a more comfortable position in his arms, head resting against his chest. The sudden movement makes you wince. His demeanor completely changes. Gojo handles you like you're fragile; like you'll shatter in his grasp.

It pisses you off just a little bit.

"Is everything alright?" He asks.

He scans you over for injuries. The feeling of his eyes on your body makes you want to shrink back and hide.

"I may have had my ass handed to me on that last job." You let out a nervous sounding laugh, burying your face in his jacket. You're not quite sure why you're embarrassed. It was a mistake, nothing more. But he never makes them.

You're not sure if that makes it worse or better. So you don't question it.

You lean back in to deepen the kiss. It's the first distraction you can think of. It seems to work. The strong muscle of his tongue pushes past your lips, exploring your mouth. He tastes sweet. The scent of his cologne is heady, and makes your head swim.

"Do you want to?" He asks.

He's almost certain of the answer, but it never hurts to check.

You nod—maybe a bit too quick—but you nod. Despite the way your body aches, you want him.

"We're doing this in bed then." He says.

Gojo doesn't give you any time to respond before he's hauling you up into his arms bridal style, heading straight for your shared bedroom. The way he tosses your body onto the bed is a bit rough. It sends a sharp pain up through your ribs. The bed dips under his weight as he kneels in front of you. As you try to sit up, he pins you. His hands hold your wrists to the headboard, his knees straddling you.

Gojo coaxes your shirt over your head, humming in amusement when he realizes you don't have a bra on underneath. He palms at your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers, working them into stiff peaks. He leans forward to take one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. It feels nice, but you can't help the throbbing ache it sends right to your cunt. Your hands tangle in his hair, gently guiding him where you want him most. It hardly takes him any time to turn you into a moaning, babbling mess.

You'll have a collar of hickeys in the morning.

Part of you hates how quickly he can turn you to putty in his hands. He knows all the ways that make you melt.

You palm at the growing tent in his pants. He's half hard, his cock leaking against his thigh. He's been gone so long, maybe you've missed him more than you thought. He's certainly missed you. He always finds himself wanting to come home to you at the end of the day.

You lift your hips enough so he can slide your shorts—along with your panties—completely off. Then Gojo's shirt. They're tossed in a heap to your side, landing by your discarded clothes. You're always surprised at how muscular he is without his jacket. It hides a lot more than you thought, you suppose. His eyes scan over you, and the instinct there is to hide. He notices you shying away and stops for a moment.

"Do you still want to?"

Again, you nod. You'd have stopped him if you really didn't.

He pulls you in for a kiss—just a quick peck this time—then plants one on the tip of your nose. Your cheeks turn bright red at that. His head dips down to press a kiss to your sternum; the valley between your breasts. He trails kisses down your bare stomach. Somewhere during that time his hands find your breasts, kneading the plush flesh. He's always admired the curves of your body. His was nice, but it was all angles and hard muscle.

His cock is around average in size—maybe a bit bigger—about six or so inches. It's pretty, like a pornstar's, and he always keeps it well groomed. He's not very intimidating. The head is a ruddy color, with a prominent vein running right to it. Although he's clean shaven, the hairs at the base of his cock are the same white as his head. That question bothered you for years before you finally got an answer. It doesn't take a whole lot of prep to take him, but he always likes working his partners up. Anything you could deal, he'd dish back out double. Never anything you can't handle, but Gojo can be a bit of an ass.

He presses a kiss to your thigh, sucking a dark mark where you won't be able to see. The action sends an ache of need right to your core. Heat pools low in your stomach, slowly building in intensity. Gojo's arms hook around your thighs, pulling you towards him. Your legs rest just over his shoulders. The aching need in your cunt makes it hard to think straight. All you want is for him to touch you. He licks a long stripe up your slit. His own eyes are clouded with need, his cheeks flushed, lips bitten pink. His strong hands knead the soft flesh of your thighs, his breath hot against your skin. He licks a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound. You jump as he presses kitten licks to your clit, working the bundle of nerves in achingly slow motions. You taste sweet, he notes.

Your hands bury in his hair, guiding him to where you need him most. This time he relents, leaning in to lap at your clit in soft, steady motions. One of his fingers presses against your entrance. They're long, but thin, and dexterous. After a moment, he adds a second, pressing up against your g-spot. It's another moment before he starts pumping them. The sounds of your slick sex and moans fill the room. He sucks onto the sensitive bundle of nerves so desperately that it feels like it'll pop off. He swirls his tongue around it in a way that makes your toes curl and your fingers bury in the sheets. You get louder the closer you get to your own orgasm. He takes note of this. It's only a moment later when he pulls away. The lower half of his face glistens in the dim light. He makes a show of licking his fingers, groaning at the taste. Gojo leans back in for a kiss. Not much more than a quick peck. You can taste yourself on him. He finds your shocked and disappointed look endearing.

"Please,"

A smug look spreads across his face. "Please what?"

"Fuck me,"

He cages you in his arms, pinning your wrists against the bed. You might be able to wriggle out of his grasp if you really tried; not that you want to. He can't help but admire the mess between your thighs.

You take his cock into your hands, giving him a few quick pumps. He's painfully hard. Precum beads at the head, which has turned an angry shade of red. Gojo wastes no time in lining himself up. His slick cock head traces around your entrance before pushing in. He takes his time, slowly bottoming out in you. The stretch stings slightly, but isn't necessarily painful. With all the prep, he slides right in. He groans as you take him right to the hilt.

As he starts to thrust, your scramble for purchase against his chest. Your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers lacing together behind his head. His hair tickles your neck. He coos words of praise into your ear, telling you how good you take him, how good you feel around him. You clench around him, pulling him back in. Gojo sucks dark marks into your neck, only adding to the collar of hickeys. He takes pride in seeing you all marked up. Some possessive part of him loves seeing the marks he leaves behind.

Gojo's hips roll against yours in lazy thrusts. To him, there's no prettier sight than seeing your form writhe under him. His hands grab your legs propping them up on his shoulders. The new angle allows him to hit deeper than before. He picks up in pace, snapping his hips against yours in short, quick motions.

His free hand traces circles around your clit. The heat in your stomach soon grows scorching in nature. You're close. He notices the way your breathing grows shaky, how your moans get louder and more desperate sounding.

When you cum, you cum hard. Your legs clamp around his hips, pulling him back in. The way your pussy spasms around him is enough to send him over the edge. It almost catches him off guard—he didn't expect to cum so soon—he bites into his tongue hard to stop the moan that escapes him. His cum paints your walls white, filling you up more than ever before. As he pulls out, he does so slowly to not spill any of his cum.

He pulls you so your back is flush to his chest. Your skin is sticky with sweat, and maybe a bit of saliva. The sound of his steady breathing threatens to lull you to sleep. He smooths a hand over your hair, brushing it out of your eyes. Gojo looks at you with such adoration that it makes affection swell in your chest. Moments like these are rare; falling asleep next to him. Life rarely seems to allow it. It's always nice when you can take a break together.

"I missed you." You finally say.

"I know." He plants a kiss on your forehead. "I missed you too."

[undead-merman]

⸸Jersey Devil Asmodeus and Leviathan⸸ GN- Reader SFW

Asmodeus 

Appearance 

At seven feet tall Asmodeus has long equine-like legs with massive hooves as large as a man's head and just as capable of crushing one as well. His fur is rather long on his legs, especially around his hooves, but it’s well groomed. 

He has a long tail which has three barbs at the point which are razor sharp and when whipped can leave massive gashes in nearby trees and rocks. The barbs on his tail are polished a pearly white.

His back which is slightly slouched has a set of large leathery wings with barbs on each finger of the wing. His wings are as dark as a moonless night but along the fingers of his wings they have a pinkish tint.

His mouth is littered with large pointed teeth, porcelain white and made for tearing and ripping. He also possesses a black prehensile tongue with a tip of pink at the very end. His eyes are goat-like with horizontal pupils that glow a wine red. 

On his head are goat ears that twist and turn to any sound but he also has a pair of horns that stretch back past his head a few inches with a few ridges along the length of them.              

Monster habits

Living in and around a swamp like biome is a bit difficult for him since he has a distaste for uncleanness but he’s happy that because of his presence humans are scared to come near his domain. He does get lonely though so venturing out isn’t out of the question and he always has a good laugh seeing humans clamoring about after seeing him.

He enjoys singing to the song birds every once in a while. They sing back to him and he’ll mimic but when they sense his presence as they approach, they quickly turn to flee wildly, leaving him alone. He always feels a bit dejected afterwards, his tail falling sadly to the ground.  

Sometimes though when he’s bored or in a bad mood he loves attacking humans and terrorizing them, driving them mad. He takes great pleasure in seeing how his mere presence can cause terror and kill the people around him. His laugh sounds like a mix of tearing metal and a hyena laugh. He takes livestock as payment for their annoyance. 

He’s very wary of nosey humans wandering in since he relishes in the many bounties that grow or can only be found there. Rare herbs and flowers as well as the beauty of unspoiled nature. He has a love hate relationship with humans hating them for being tiny pests to him bothering his home but thriving off their terror and fear of him. He craves to hear them talk about him in fear over and over.     

Spending time with you

At first, he just sees you as another annoying human deciding to go where you don’t belong. He was excited to terrorize another human and perhaps ready to rip them apart but you gasped and had a look of terrifying wonder and you stupidly took out your camera to take a picture of him as he leapt to you and knocked you over pinning you to the ground. Instead of anger on his face and showing his teeth his face was hot and flushed. He asked you why you came out so far and by yourself. Unlike the others who had tried hunting him down you were simply curious and wanted to see him. 

It was right then and there it felt like he was struck with cupid’s arrow. Right at that moment he had to make you his. He grabs you by your shirt or shoulders as you're laying on the ground and flies back to his home. He takes you to a burrow underneath a collection of trees which is surprisingly spacious. He’s all over you calling you all sorts of pet names and just adoring you.

He takes you to some of the more romantic looking locations. His favorite is sitting on the ruins of an old building long since forgotten overlooking the forest in fall. The leaves dance around you both and it feels like only you two exist. 

He’s willing to do whatever it is you enjoy doing, bird watching, treasure hunting, simply just exploring the splendor that nature has to offer. He just begs of you to not drag him into the mud or make him play with bugs. He treats you like royalty ready to do everything for you since you’re so small and fragile compared to him. Plus he can’t hide how much he adores seeing your sweet face smile when he helps you down from ruins or trees or when he feeds you.  

His favorite thing to do is to have you both groom each other. He'll brush and style your hair and wash your back making you look as stunning as him but he enjoys it if you do the same to him, both working on each other lovingly he can't help but shake his tail like a happy dog. 

If you want to fly he’s happy to let you. He’s face lights up with a huge grin and takes you in his arms as he flies over the tall tree tops and soars over marshes. If you're feeling brave enough he’ll let you swing from his arms and the whole time he’ll laugh with you as your feet swing trying to make splashes in the water.    

Dark tendencies

Ever since that encounter he and you were now partners forever bound to one another in blood, body, and soul. So he’s now banned you from leaving the forest. And he tells you as he lovingly takes your chin into his fingers that he will know. He knows everything that happens in the forest. He plays it off with a kiss and a smile but with that cold seriousness tells you he will hunt you down if you even try. 

Asmodeus might even invite you to terrorize nearby humans be they camping or living in random houses or even the whole town he doesn’t care as long as they are suffering. If you refuse or try to scold him he frowns and pouts asking why you care for those nasty little things. He’ll try to pull you out of the den gently to take you and join him but any kind of resistance or protest his frown turns into a scowl and he’ll fly out.

If you allow him to take you he’ll take you to  

If any humans start coming near you for any reason he can sense it, and no matter where he is or what he is doing he darts through the forest branches before ripping them apart in a fit of rage. He despises such nosy humans. All of them are awful, you're the only expectation. 

Misc stuff

Despite hating bugs he does like butterflies. He’ll care for them, leaving them flowers or small dishes of blood to drink. He names each one and can recognize each one. 

He doesn’t cook his food but taking care of you and making you food, he finds he quite likes cooked food. He enjoys a nicely cooked and lightly seasoned steak and his wings shiver every time he eats it.

Leviathan

Appearance

Standing at an impressive seven and a half feet, his long legs are cervine and have short fur and it’s dark like dusk turning to night with some hints of navy blue when light hits them in the right way. 

His tail is long, much longer than his body and has three terrifyingly sharp serrated barbs on the end each barb is serrated and can slice through nearly anything like it was paper.

His wings are large and he can articulate every finger inside his wings with impressive range. The webbing is torn all over and gives his wings a more rugged appearance though they have a tinge of blue to them, looking closely his veins are navy blue and he bleeds blue blood. 

His mouth is filled with the same serrated teeth just like his tail. His teeth are also prehensile; he can flex them to make his teeth longer and coming more out of his gums and his long tongue is a dark indigo. His eyes are a rust orange with horizontal eyes that leaves a light trail as he moves. 

His horns are exactly like that of a buck, they’re large yet velvety in texture. His ears are drooping goat ears reaching to about his chin and their the same black as the fur on his legs.       

Monster habits

He enjoys the serenity and quietness of the swamps, the dark waters, he prefers to be alone. Sometimes when he’s alone he’ll enjoy just lounging in the marsh submerged in cool water with no one around except him and his imagination.

He enjoys watching the fish and underwater animals swim about. He mutters to them since they’re the only creatures that don’t flee or startle themselves to death just by seeing him, plus they’re quiet and pretty to see swirling about. Even when he’s hungry he doesn’t eat the fish, he enjoys them too much.

He absolutely despises humans but likes their possessions: books, small little trinkets, he collects them after either scaring the humans off or just eating them. It depends on how they act. But the things that he collects from them he keeps, he enjoys learning about the strange things humans make or collect. When he gets a bit antsy he hunts them down to strike fear into them, terrifying them, and taking livestock to devour or even raiding their things. 

Spending time with you

It was seeing the way you treated the creatures of his domain so carefully. It made his heart race with how such a human could exist, so tender and loving. His face heated and he took off into the tree canopy not caring if you heard him he just couldn’t handle how precious you were. 

Every time you came into the forest he would quickly dart to you to watch everything you did, fishing, camping, taking a walk. He admired everything you did and oh how he wished he had that thing called a camera so he could immortalize this moment. 

He has to work himself up to interact with you but he panics in the moment jumping out and startling you. He’s terrified you’ll run from him so he just grabs you and flies off to his home with you. His home is a cave with a wide opening yet covered in vines and tree roots from the trees above and the floor is covered in a leaf litter of bright fallen leaves. He explains everything trying his best to not scare you. 

He takes you to see some of the beautiful waters teeming with fish and life. The water crystal clear as you see the sea grass brushing each fish. Leviathan’s proud to admit he’s the one to have protected it and kept it pristine. 

He pleads with you to let him share his "acquired" collection with you. Showing you the things he's found or explaining some stories he's heard. Every time his face lights up with wonder. 

Dark tendencies

The forest, the swamps, the trails, everything in the forest is his. Especially you. It is all his and no one else's and he grits his teeth when people interrupt his tranquility. Humans are just so annoying yet how come they get some of the most interesting things? He hates it, it's not fair! He makes sure to let his frustration out in the most gruesome ways. Though he doesn't want you to see. He doesn't want you to be scared of him. 

He'll do anything to keep you in the forest offering you an easy life with just him. Tell him all you like that you have a home to go back to or other responsibilities to take care of and he'll find a way to keep you there. After all, you love him too, don't you? 

When other humans start getting too close he’s quick to deal with them so you don’t get any ideas of leaving him. He can’t have any humans trying to steal you away so he just bites into them and thrashes them around before leaving the other animals to deal with them as he quickly returns back to you. Though he makes sure to wash himself before he comes back. 

Since he met you he’s been scaring off humans less so he can just enjoy your presence and spend time with you but if you two have some kind of argument he takes it out on anything in the area. He enjoys the suffering he may cause and revels in it. Enjoying every scream and sob. Then returning to you like a sad dog begging for forgiveness as if it was just a game to relieve stress with.   

Misc stuff

He has very few manga but he treats them like they’re treasures. He absolutely adores them but he never knows how they end since he’s only gotten one or two of a series but if you know the stories he acts like you're a divine being with all knowing knowledge and asks you for every little detail of it. 

Leviathan likes the cold and often swims during cooler weather, he simply just enjoys colder water, not freezing though.