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[stellanslashgeode]

Ooh, fun ask game, Geode! I'm curious about 14 and 22 with a headcanon for Barriss please. :D

Thanks for your interest! Let's see...

14. Is there a character/ship you were sure you would never write/draw but now you've changed your mind?

I must admit I do love writing a rare pair with Barriss and they kind of come spur of the moment. I just happened to have finished reading Queen's Hope when I was writing my first fic, and I liked this one background character who was in like 8 pages. And I thought they're should someone writing about this one hypercompetent personal assistant, Tepoh. So I wrote zher in the story. And then I realized the state Barriss was in when they met would really get Tepoh's attention, and that zhe could give her some great advice. And maybe they should eventually smooch.

I certainly never thought I would write anything related to the Chiss Ascendancy novel series but then we got Thrawn in the same trailer as Barriss and taking her to the Ascendancy would be a great way of getting her out of harm's way. And then wow, I get to write Ar'alani and Eli Vanto and all those great characters. That was a little intimidating, because those Chiss fans are a very passionate bunch, but it seems to have gone over well and I was even asked to include the fic on a Thrawn Rare Pairs list!

I even wrote a Resistance fic as an excuse for a very silly rare pair fic! I guess the most honest answer to the question is if a character gets my interest and I want to write them it just seems natural to see if they would be a good, or interesting fit for some shipping.

22. Give us a headcannon for Barriss.

One of my main goals is bringing in bits of Legends Barriss and grafting them onto her current version. Because there is so little left two work with, and she was a fairly well highlighted character for the old 2002-2005 original Clone Wars multimedia project.

One thing I find interesting is that she was born on a refugee ship and brought to the temple not as a 3–4-year-old toddler, but as an infant. That means someone in the temple, probably a lot of Jedi, cared for her and bottle fed her and stuff. That's like, really interesting to me. I don't think Luminara did it alone. It would have been her generation of Padawans and Knights, so Obi-Wan and Quinlan, Shaak-ti. You have to assume she needed a lot of care. And being brought up in the temple gives her a different perspective. You can see why she felt safe there, and why she bombed the hangar. That was the portal to the outside world and the war, from the place she felt safe and the place that did violence upon her. She wanted to shut it down as to delay as many missions as possible, to keep the younger generation safe.

It is a warped perspective born on grief and hurt, but that's what I think happened.

[wambsgansshoelaces]

could you maybe do headcanons on how the succession characters would comfort their partner? it's just being such a shit week and on top of that i finished succession and i am immensely sad💀 it's okay if you can't tho !! thanks <3

I hope your week ends on a good note!!! Thank you for requesting anon, I love u and I hope this makes you feel better :) <3

p.s. I’m so sorry I’m updating slowly :( I promise I’ll get better about it the moment I’m on break, im sick and school is ruing my life :,) enjoy x

comforting you

Kendall

ᝰ he doesn’t need you to say anything, ever

ᝰ he just knows what you need

ᝰ when he comes home and finds you in bed early, he knows you’ve had a difficult day

ᝰ he doesn’t know what happened, but he won’t ask until you’re feeling better

ᝰ he changes out of his work clothes and just gets into bed with you

ᝰ when you don’t say anything either, he pulls you into a cuddle, one hand pressing your head to his chest and the other cupping your hip

ᝰ “hi, ken.”

ᝰ peppers your face in kisses

ᝰ “feeling off?” he asks

ᝰ you nod

ᝰ his fingers go to stroke your jaw

ᝰ “you can talk to me, you know. i want to make it better,” he tells you

ᝰ so you tell him everything

ᝰ whatever the issue was, the next day, he’s found some way to solve it

ᝰ just for you

ᝰ anything for you

Roman

ᝰ he’s not exactly a ‘sit down and talk about feelings’ type of person

ᝰ but he can tell when something’s wrong

ᝰ and he wants nothing more but to make you feel like you’re on top of the world

ᝰ he sees your pouty face when you get home from a grocery run

ᝰ “hey, babe, come look,” he says after he helps with all the bags

ᝰ he’d been at work when you’d left for the store

ᝰ so he’s had some time to figure out what to do for you without making it seem like he’s prying

ᝰ he’ll ask you about what’s bothering you once you’ve relaxed

ᝰ he plops down on the couch, dragging you with him

ᝰ your favorite movie is paused on the tv, waiting to be played

ᝰ “i found an extended version. with bloopers and deleted scenes and everything,” he murmurs

ᝰ the entire movie, his hand is rubbing up and down your back

ᝰ his fingers sometimes creep up your neck, playing gently with your hair

ᝰ the entire thing is extremely soothing

ᝰ you know he knows something’s wrong

ᝰ and you also know he’s going to do everything in his power to fix it

ᝰ and you’re so grateful he just loves you

Shiv

ᝰ the minute you come home from work, exhaustion and misery rolling off of you in waves, she demands to know what’s wrong

ᝰ “is someone bothering you? is it your boss again? because i can get him fired.”

ᝰ you tell her everything

ᝰ she promises to help you with whatever it is that’s causing you trouble

ᝰ she’d tip the earth off it’s axis if you asked

ᝰ and she does as she said she would

ᝰ everything’s somehow resolved in the next hour

ᝰ “come here, i want a kiss,” she tells you

ᝰ you very happily oblige

ᝰ she spends the entire night just spoiling (and worshiping) you

ᝰ the sheets of your bed are tangled between both your legs

ᝰ you’ve never felt more loved

ᝰ she murmurs about how valentine’s day is coming up

ᝰ and tells you to get your nails done and dress pretty day of

ᝰ you don’t really know how you got here

ᝰ but you’re not upset

ᝰ you smile up at the ceiling, delightedly dazed

ᝰ you don’t even remember why you were upset

Tom

ᝰ the two of you are watching your current show, as you do every night, and he notices you’re zoning out

ᝰ he pauses it and looks down at you

ᝰ he dots a couple kisses over your brow

ᝰ “everything okay?”

ᝰ “rough day…”

ᝰ “why didn’t you tell me?”

ᝰ his expression is one of concern now, yet still absolutely laden with affection

ᝰ “i’m sorry, i’m not trying to keeping things from you or anything. i just don’t want to bother you.”

ᝰ “i want you to bother me. say everything that comes into your brain, i want to hear it.”

ᝰ he pulls you closer, palm smoothing over the back of your neck as he sets your head against his chest

ᝰ you tell him about your day, and how you were getting so frustrated

ᝰ frustrated everything was going wrong today, frustrated that the entire week was going wrong

ᝰ he listens intently, stroking your hair the entire time

ᝰ he gives soft “mhms” and “of courses” at your words

ᝰ he peppers warm kisses all over your face

ᝰ he does his best to give you a solution

ᝰ even if what he suggested doesn’t work, he’s sending you flowers to your office for the next week

Greg

ᝰ he’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit

ᝰ he’s a little nervous to ask what’s wrong

ᝰ he’s afraid he won’t know what to do to make you feel better

ᝰ “hey, uh, everything okay?”

ᝰ you shrug

ᝰ “wanna talk about it?”

ᝰ you tell him everything

ᝰ he nods the entire time, his eyes never leaving your face

ᝰ he’s trying to memorize everything you’re saying

ᝰ he doesn’t really have any great solutions

ᝰ and he kind of hates himself for it

ᝰ he wants to help you

ᝰ “hey, how about we go out tonight? take your mind off things.”

ᝰ you spend the night at dinner then wandering through a night market

ᝰ you both talk nonstop

ᝰ he gets you a bunch of trinkets

ᝰ just things that reminds him of you

ᝰ and a bracelet, too

ᝰ`he spends a bit of time fiddling with the clasp, eventually hooking it together and letting it sit on your wrist

ᝰ you don’t take the bracelet off

ᝰ ever

ᝰ at home, he’s worried you’re still upset

ᝰ but you’re not

ᝰ you fall asleep curled up against him, your worries now nonexistent

Stewy

ᝰ he feels what you feel

ᝰ and at this point he can never leave you alone

ᝰ he NEEDS to be with you 24/7

ᝰ so naturally it’s like he’s dying when you come home looking upset

ᝰ “hey, no kiss hello?” he whines

ᝰ that manages to get you to laugh

ᝰ he smiles at your smiling

ᝰ you go over to kiss him and he catches your wrist before you walk off

ᝰ “no, c’mere,” he insists

ᝰ he tugs you into his lap and winds his arms around your waist

ᝰ he sets his chin on your shoulder

ᝰ “why’re you upset?”

ᝰ “oh, it’s nothing, stewy.”

ᝰ “bullshit.”

ᝰ you spill

ᝰ he rubs circles into your hip bone

ᝰ “i’d be upset, too,” he admits

ᝰ he kisses all up your neck

ᝰ “but we don’t have to think about that all now. can we just spend some time together? i promise, though, if you’re still having problems i’ll gladly fuck up many lives for you.”

ᝰ you laugh, making him laugh

ᝰ you spend the rest of the night just sitting there talking to him

ᝰ he even lets you put his hair into pigtails with your hair ties

[frenchfriedgiraffe]

19. dreams

another drawing based off of this awesome prompt list

this is just a quick little thing i did because i was struck by the sudden urge to draw something. anyway. dirk and mona would have been friends (or, as close as friends as you can get) in blackwing. this is a nice dream dirk had about running around in a field (???) with mona. because i feel bad about my original idea for this prompt being a nightmare haha

[pollydot]

Ok its random af but i just was thinking about disability in splatoon lesbians

Like

I saw this art once of cripplepunk pearl, pearl with a cane, and i just thought of it bc like. Imagining. When pearl first met marina on that mountain, she probably just thought she had some seriously deformed tentacles . And they hit it off!! Maybe pearl connected with her bc. She could relate in that way. And even moreso once they were in society where marina would get crazy stares all the time but. Pearl, who never learned her history, would just assume its all ableism. (And probably a lot of it is bc it seems like oth is most popular amongst younger inklings) And. Also marina being hella autistic and wearing her headphones everyone she goes. Easily overstimulated. Missing social cues. Even things that could be blamed on her being used to octarian social cues and language pearl is probably just like oh, shes autistic. And pearl is like ok, thats finw.

Ofc marina probably didnt have that sort of terminology as an octarian. Maybe disabled people were seen as defective. So as she comes into inkling society, she sees how in some ways things are similar, but in some ways, so, so different. People having the freedom to fight back and advocate for themselves and others is what she mainly finds to be different. It's expressed everywhere, from the wonderful and bright colors of the world around her clashing in glorious ways with the sweet or beautiful or crazy graffiti everywhere and the different styles of clothing and hair all bursting out and exploding with color and light and it's all so freeing.

And pearl, of course. Pearl with her cane and her jitteriness and her chronic pains and her short attention span and pearl being pearl. And then suddenly marina feels a lot more marina than she did before. Suddenly she has proper noise-cancelling headphones pearl encouraged her to buy, and quiet alone time when she needs it and stim toys and space to talk about her interests and ofc fucking Therapy for the shit she went through but we're not even getting into that bc damn she rlly was involved with the military.

And people are *mean* and it's *okay* because for every person with one opinion, there is another. And marina, even still, she seeks her order. She seeks for the world to be more accepting and kind than Not and her vision for that is a world of order. But even so, she could live in this chaos forever and be happy still.

[the-real-awidferd]

Emcee (Cabaret) is genderfluid????(real)(not clickbait???)‼️

[mo-ok]

they keep doing stuff like this and it is great every time

bonus france + kenya 🥰

[theplaguewriter]

I was like that one cursed emoji that goes "is for me?' When i saw that the requests were open. I wanna request an Obey Me! Angst/Hurt Comfort Headcanon with Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos and Mammon in which reader/MC is very blunt and doesnt take shit from anyone (almost down right agressive at times) and is horrible with emotional vulnerability.

It's one of the rare instances where they are vulnerable (like an injury, witnessing something scary, having something bad done to them like violence and arguements etc.), but their pride gets in the way of seeming that way.

Good luck with writing and have fun! I hope this trope is interesting for you

Hello! I am sorry for the delay. The prompt was super fun! And it was quite challenging, I'm not 100% sure I nailed it..and they became scenarios accidentally..I hope you don't mind them either way. >.>

Enjoy my little Plagueling!!

Obey Me, Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mammon and a blunt MC who doesn't want to be vulnerable

Lucifer

You sat at your desk, staring holes into the paper in front of you. Your eyes burned but you wouldn’t let any tears come or fall, not for this. It was all because of Satan, you had borrowed a book and torn a couple pages due to an accident. It had been an honest mistake, and you immediately told him and offered to get him a new copy. Satan had already been in an extremely foul mood, due to an argument with Lucifer, and this was just too much. He downright exploded in your face, screaming bloody murder about how useless humans are and that you couldn’t do anything right. While he didn’t physically attack you, he yelled at you for a good long while, leaving you pale. Now you sat in Lucifer’s personal library, trying to avoid everyone and nobody wanted to bother the oldest demon, so you thought of this as a safe place until you had your emotions in control. 

Fucking ass, it was an accident…it’s not my fucking fault if he and Lucifer argue. No need to make me feel shit for that..

While you were deep in your own thoughts, hurt and anger mingling equally, you didn’t immediately notice Lucifer's approach.

“MC, I was looking for you. I heard about Satan overstepping, and I wanted to check in with you.” 

“I’m good….thanks.” Now this riled you up, you bit the inside of your cheek. You didn’t want Lucifer of all people to pity you. You could handle being yelled at, and you would make Satan apologize, without any help. “I know my brother can be a handful, he really needs to get-”

“I said I’m fine. He yelled at me, big deal. I’m working, so if you wouldn’t mind?”

But there it was, the little betraying heightened pitch in your voice. Lucifer just raised an eyebrow at you interrupting him, then he took a seat next to you. He didn’t face you, and wasn’t really looking at anything in particular. “A human among demons..you hold up very well. I don’t know many, if any, other humans who would face the avatar of wrath in his element and just stand and stare and not cower and beg.” His tone was quiet and he had begun to pick disinterestedly at his gloves. Something about what he said made a warmth flood your chest, you took in a deep breath and turned to face the demon at your side. 

“Listen, I appreciate your words but I can handle this, I don’t need you to baby me. I will kick Satan’s ass once he’s calmed himself.”

Lucifer shot you a grin, and patted your head.

“I’ll pay to see that. And I was not trying to baby you, more so encourage you. You are a weaker species, and yet you’re still standing. Even after all of us threatened you. It’s impressive, and showing that sometimes things get under your skin, does not make you weak.”

You huffed, he was right, but you hated feeling vulnerable and open. The weight of his hand in your hair, in addition to the ever spreading warmth in your chest, did wonders to calm you down. A half-smile spread across your face, and you looked back at your academic work, which now felt a lot more clear and doable. 

Diavolo:

Diavolo was just done talking to Lucifer and on his way back to his castle when he saw you in the garden, near the fountain. Since it has been a while he decided to approach you and chat for a little, he always was very eager to snatch up some of your time. He stopped in his tracks when he saw your face. You looked out of it, just staring out into the garden, fists balled in your lap. 

“MC…are you unwell?”

Your head snapped to him, you were so lost in your thoughts you hadn’t heard Diavolo approach. You smoothened your face over, trying to hide any sort of emotion that could betray your current state. 

“No. Just a small altercation with Mammon, nothing to fret about.”

“Altercation?” Diavolo swiftly sat down next to you, his eyes scanning over you for any signs of injury, concern clearly etched into his face. Which only ticked you off more, you clicked your tongue and stared right back. 

“I have two light bruises on my arm. Mammon was mad, grabbed my arm and did not mind his force. It’s no big deal. The moron should just watch out how much strength he uses next time.”

You tried to wave it off, but Diavolo grabbed your hand. The concerned look on his face had been replaced by a mixture of curiosity and seriousness.

“MC. It may have been an accident but you’re a human -”

“And what? I’m fragile compared to you? I know that. Doesn’t mean I’m made of fucking sugar. I can handle this.”

You yanked your hand back and gathered your things, you had heard enough. You didn’t want to seem like a crybaby in front of the ruler of all demons. 

“That is not what I’m trying to say, MC. Please sit down, yes?” His warm smile and stretched out hand made the offer too tempting to resist. So you planted yourself next to Diavolo again, taking his much larger hand while taking a deep breath. 

You hated this, you knew what was coming. The whole thing about being vulnerable and shit, you despised it. 

“You're a human citizen of Devildom, for the time being at least.” He shot you a sad smile and continued on, “Mammon should treat you with the same respect he should treat everyone else with. I have no doubt you can handle yourself, in fact I believe once you feel up to it you will put the fear of God into Mammon.”

Diavolo barked out a laugh at his hilarious (as he finds) pun, and puts his arms around your shoulder, pulling you in for a bear hug. 

The comfort and reassurance that you’re not weak, made you lean into the hug. You wrapped your arms around him smiling lightly into his shoulder. You knew as a human you were physically weaker than the demons, but Diavolo’s words made your heart soar. You would absolutely kick Mammon’s ass for this. 

Diaovolo stayed with you for a little longer, chatting about the recent happenings in Devildom and the upcoming events. It was a welcome distraction from your earlier frustrations, and when he left for the palace again, you felt good again. 

Barbatos:

You weren’t sure what you were looking at. The creature was massive and covered in what you assumed was the blood of the poor lesser demons it had just devoured. While cowering in a little alcove, you prayed to any and all higher power that it would not detect you. You tried your best to keep your breathing even and to make no sound and no movement that could alert this beast to your presence. 

When the door to the corridor burst open, the seven brothers and Diavolo marching in, you couldn’t help but yelp in relief. Saved, you were saved. You jumped up and made a run for them, hurtling over broken pieces of statue that the monster had left in the wake of its rampage. 

“MC, get out. Barbatos will bring you and the others to safety.” 

Diavolo’s firm order left a sour taste in your mouth. You had to be saved, you weren’t able to get out of this on your own. A weak human. 

Barbatos was not far from the door, leading you towards another part of the house, far off. Simeon and Luke were there as well, which made the whole situation a little better.

It was only when you felt Barbatos’ hand on your elbow and saw the worried face when you realized that you had tears running down your face. You pushed the demon away and stomped out of the room, leaving two very confused angels behind. 

“MC, wait please.” Barbatos’ voice rang out clear behind you, as if he was asking you about tea on a normal Tuesday afternoon. 

“Back off. I don’t need help. I’m good. Can’t run for shit, this was some exercise and I-”

“Do you mind cinnamon tea?”

“Huh?”

The question took you off guard, as well as Barbatos' now calm and pleasant smile, as if nothing had ever happened. 

“Luke prefers cinnamon, and Simeon will join but I must admit I’m unsure about your preference.” 

“Barb..what the fuck?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, furrowing your eyebrows. It felt almost as if he was mocking you, and you fought the urge to hurtle some insults at him about how you can handle this.

“You wanted me to back off, I will not push you. This was a terrifying situation, I’m happy you made it out fine. It must’ve been due to your quick wit. It’s beyond impressive, crying in such a situation does not make you weak. I admire this a lot about you. So cinnamon tea?”

If you hadn’t known Barbatos this well, you could have thought his smile was nothing but a pleasantry. But his eyes betrayed more emotion, he meant what he had said, which in turn made you feel soft and a little regretful of your tone from before. 

“Cinnamon sounds fine.”

He gave you a short nod and made his way towards the kitchen. On a whim you decided to join him, asking him about the creature that was wreaking havoc in your home. Hearing more about it helped you rationalize, and Barbatos did not press you once on the situation. 

His presence and demeanor made you calm down completely again, and you silently thanked him, hoping your feelings would reach him through your smile and the light touch on his shoulder. 

Mammon:

You were lying awake in your bed, your breathing was uneven and the cut on your leg still burned. You wanted to just curl up and cry, you were still afraid. Some lesser demon had attacked you, you weren’t really sure of the circumstances anymore. It was all a blurry haze, you remember making a comment to something it had said about Asmo, and the next thing you remember was searing pain in your leg. You sucked in your breath and rolled to your side, tucking your legs towards your body. 

How you wished you could ask someone to hold you, to comfort you but you were a human among demons. Here you were weak by definition and you did not feel like adding insult to injury. Hot tears burned in your eyes when you heard the handle of your door move, and in an instant you sat up straight in your bed, eyes focused at the door. 

“Hey..so uh.” Mammon had apparently not yet fully thought of an excuse as to why he needed to be in your room in the middle of the night. 

“So like…you good? You dumbass really provoked a demon, huh? Can’t be helped, you should stay with me next time. I’ll put them in their-”

“Shut the fuck up.” You glared at him, which made Mammon shut up instantaneously.

“I don’t need a babysitter. I can handle myself. I don’t need…”

You swallowed hard, the words failing you. Because you did need someone. Just a moment before Mammon had come to check up on you, you had wished for someone to hug you. 

“Listen…MC, I don’t wanna belittle you or anything…I just worry…you know..It was scary, I couldn’t even use Goldie and Asmo kept babbling about all the blood and..”

Mammon let out a groan of frustration, he hadn’t exactly meant to ramble like this either. So he did what everyone would do and stared dumbfoundedly at you.

His little ramble had one effect though, you couldn’t help yourself but let out a light laugh.

He couldn’t even use Goldie, which was a huge deal for Mammon. It made you all bubbly inside, to know he cared about your wellbeing. Even if you hated to admit your own weakness.

“Come here, ass. I’ll give you a hug, would that make you feel better?” you teased him, while he shuffled closer to your bed.

“Pff, I’ll let you hug me because you asked not because I need it, or anything.”

He sat next to you, visibly blushing but refusing to look at you. You threw your arms around him, and felt him shift into a more comfy position. The silence that stretched was not awkward, as you expected it to be. This was comforting, for both of you.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“It’s alright, I won’t die. What did you want to buy but couldn’t?”

You didn’t feel like talking about it, Mammon got the hint and started to tell you about all the weird trinkets and fancy clothes he had seen today. After a while the two of you were giggling and buying fun outfits for each other.

[kyuala]

girl not me thinking thoughts about riize 💀

[elite-four-rika]

Guys here's a little memo I have to give you all just because of something that happened on my trip to the pokemart just now

Calling me flat is NOT an insult, darlings

Because like

I got rid of my tits willingly lmao :)

I may identify as semi feminine but that doesn't mean smack, I'm very happy with myself for getting top surgery tyvm :) they annoyed the everloving hell out of me while I was training and scrambling around to catch pokemon

[honeyviscera]

in the shinsou tag like NO!!!!! YOU ARE ALL SO WRONG ABOUT HIM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[snakeyp00]

*trips and falls over* oh noooooo *picks up raikov headcanons* *picks up raikov headcanons* *picks up raikov headcanons* *picks up raikov headca

[stop-spreading-this-poll]

Have you ever seen something be spread around as the truth in your fandom that was never true to begin with?

'Canon' facts about the characters, misquoted interviews with creators or misinterpretation of a character?

Made up hoaxes still believed to have happened by parts of the community or the use of old fan theories that have long since been disproven by new canon entries?

Or in cases like Danganronpa, calling the first and second game V1 and V2 even though that's just wrong?

Then this is the poll for you!

[melodygatesauthor]

Hi love, I've been reading your writings and I really liked them 💓, I would like to ask you something about a reader with piercings (more specifically in the nipples, only if you feel comfortable writing about them) and the moonboys discover them, and if you can finish it in smut, much better. Thankssss <3

Hi bb ❤️ thanks for waiting almost LITERALLY forever for me to get to this. I did it as headcanons cause I feel like that fit the best. I don’t personally have any nipple rings so I hope I portrayed this well hehe.

NSFW, nipple play, reader has nipple piercings, titty-fucking, cum eating, generally dirty smut stuff.

Word Count: 615 Words

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You have your nipples pierced, and the boys discover them for the first time.

Marc

Marc first notices when you’re wearing a thin shirt and you’re out in public.

Has to do a double take because he thinks that maybe it’s just exceptionally cold in the store.

Stares at them for too long and gets embarrassed when you notice him looking.

When you get back to his apartment he says, “so uh…was it…are you,” he clears his throat, “was it cold today?”

You chuckle and say, “if you wanna see what’s under my shirt, Spector, all you gotta do is ask.”

He gulps when you take your shirt off and looks at you like a little boy excited about a present he’s about to receive.

After that all bets are off.

He’s got them in his mouth a lot, especially while he’s fucking you senseless.

Likes flicking them with his tongue and hearing how responsive your moans are.

Starts demanding that you wear either a more padded bra in public or that you wear more layers. They’re too distracting.

Likes to look at them randomly while at home. Will frequently pull your shirt out for a peek, as if to make sure they’re still there.

Takes a serious liking to boobjobs and having your tits pressed tightly together and slick with spit as he fucks the space between them.

“Your tits look so fucking pretty honey, all dressed up like that, fuck…”

Steven

Doesn’t notice them until you’re having a heavy makeout session and his hands are wandering.

He pulls away from the kiss and his mouth is stuck open and he’s staring at your face.

“L-love what…what is that…what’s goin’ do you have…are your…”

You pull your shirt over your head, showing him your pierced nipples.

Steven comes untouched the first time he gets his mouth on them.

Mr. Oral Fixation always has his mouth on them after that, even during non-sexual moments.

Watching a movie? Steven’s idly rolling his tongue around them whenever he can, lifting up your shirt and sticking his head under there.

He also thinks that they’re very pretty.

Likes going shopping for new ones with you and enjoys picking them out. If they have sparkles he seems to like those ones the best.

His favorite position with you is for him to be seated at the foot of the bed with you straddling him, and his face between your breasts while you ride him.

Alternates between each nipple when sucking on them so one doesn’t feel “left out” over the other.

Jake

Jake knows you have them immediately just by looking at you, so he doesn’t “discover” them necessarily, but he does make it his personal mission to see them with his own eyes.

When he finally does see them, he’s in awe, literally salivating he wants to suck on them so bad.

Has you wear a chain that connects them.

Enjoys using said chain to command you in the bedroom, gently tugging to get you to behave when he wants you to be more obedient.

Sucks them until both your nipples and his lips are red, puffy and raw.

Puts the chain between his teeth while he fucks you just for fun.

Only wants you to wear thin shirts and bras so he can see them at all times.

Starts taking you to nude beaches to show them off as though you having them is some kind of status symbol.

Like Steven, wants to help you pick them out when you buy new ones. He likes the ones that have dangling pieces the best.

Wants you to get other piercings and considers getting a few of his own.

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Moon Knight Headcanons

Moon Knight Masterlist

[maester-cressen]

What I find the funniest about this “theory” is that there are examples of GRRM deflecting when it comes to mysteries in the series – hell, everytime he talks about the house with the red door in Dany’s childhood he answers with some variant of “wait to see it” or “it will be revealed in TWOW”. If it was GRRM’s intention to make Dany’s age a mystery, he would A) not make it exceptionally clear she’s 13/14 in AGOT and B) not answer questions about it directly.

On top of that, GRRM is a foreshadowing kinda guy. He foreshadows mostly everything. If something as a character’s age being wrong would bring meaningful consequences, why doesn’t he foreshadows this? And if it doesn’t have meaningful consequences, why would he put it in the page at all?

This is among some of the stupidest theories I have ever seen and that's...well, that's saying a lot. George really hammers in their ages and establishes this in AGoT, but somehow George is secretly lying in both the books and interviews about Jon and Dany's ages.

Are you kidding me?

Holy shit, blue. "If your best defense is that the age difference between Jon and Dany is somehow a concrete time span from an interview source rather than the book, you have a very weak defense."

Alright bro I got you

For nigh on half a year, they had lived in the magister's house, eating his food, pampered by his servants. Dany was thirteen, old enough to know that such gifts seldom come without their price, here in the free city of Pentos. (Daenerys I, AGoT)

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"Ass," Jon muttered, low enough so Greyjoy did not hear. He put a hand on Bran's shoulder, and Bran looked over at his bastard brother. "You did well," Jon told him solemnly. Jon was fourteen, an old hand at justice. (Bran I, AGoT)

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"I am almost a man grown," Jon protested. "I will turn fifteen on my next name day, and Maester Luwin says bastards grow up faster than other children." (Jon I, AGoT)

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"He said he'd be back by my name day," he admitted. His name day had come and gone, unremarked, a fortnight past. (Jon III, AGoT)

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"I know," Dany told her.

It was her fourteenth name day. (Daenerys III, AGoT)

The problem with this fandom is that they 100% believe that George is playing 4D chess and that nothing is as it seems despite the books spelling this out plainly. Dany is younger than Jon. This is not a conspiracy lol

What would be the purpose of this inclusion in the narrative, anyway? The "truth" that Dany is older than Jon?

What would it serve?

Fr this is just as bad as that one guy saying that Bran's vision of seeing Lyanna and Ned being a "sentimental father" is proof that Arya doesn't *actually* look like Lyanna. Bran was just drugged up and Ned wanted to reassure her! (Of fucken what? It's not like she asked if she looked like her aunt!)

Wow. I just...wow.

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Dengeki Sentai Changeman

[senjuroprotectionsquad]

Hello! I was wondering if you can do an Akaza x fem!listener, having her first time (sexual) with him? And how it would go? He would most likely be gentle at first, but once she's used to the feeling, he just goes full feral mode on her!

Hope this ask isn't a bother! Hope you have a lovely day or night! :>

Akaza's First Time With You! (NSFW) Fem!Listener

Headcanons/Audio

(More audio's below ⬇️😏)

To say that it takes this man some convincing to get him into bed is an understatement.

Suuuper tough exterior but as soon as you mention sex? Flustered, quiet, turning the other direction so you won't see that hint of color rising on his cheeks. Scoffs and says "Don't say shit like that....you couldn't handle me anyway." and refuses to elaborate.

Loves you and cherishes you like a doll and that includes treating you like your made like one.

Your first with him is anything but planned, just some play fighting and suddenly he squeezes your wrist in his hand and just barely grazes his teeth on your jugular

His whole life he has went with out indulging in the desires and sin of sex, he's a demon, an upper rank, he doesn't need to satiate himself with anything other than training...

at least that's what he thought, right up until you made that noise

He's immediately kissing and nibbling whenever he can reach, his body moving on it's own

It gets to a point where you try and tug on those big genie pants of his and he's growling.

so it happens, in the middle of the forest, late at night with his pants pulled down just enough to spring his cock free while your clothes are completely shredded

He's excited, his teeth are clenched and you'd think he'd be panting if not for his stamina, cock in hand, stroking up and down while looking down at you like he wants to eat you.

you were sure it was going to be a rough ride because of his excitement, but right when it got to the actual sex part he stopped, like he was nervous

He gently pulls you forward and runs those big hands of his up your thighs and belly with a gentleness you didn't think he was capable of

Full eye contact and slowness when he put it in, he's studying you, your reactions, the way you feel around him.

He only gives you short, slow thrust at first, waits for those pretty noises to show up, waits for your legs to hook around his waist, wanting more.

and then?.....

then he's fucking you

Bruising hands on your hips, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs while he folds you in half and laughs

He moans and grunts his way to orgasm after orgasm, he cums quick and over and over but fills you up so good that your seeing stars by the time you two are done

3-4 rounds for your first time, 6-8 every time after that, demon stamina go crazy

He pushes you up against his solid chest and goes to town on you, his knees pinning your legs apart

he doesn't like pinning your hands so he keeps them at your sides, caging you in leaving your hands clinging to his bulky shoulders for leverage.

He rocks his hips hard into yours as he whines and groans out into your shoulder, cock making an absolute mess out of you

Groans and tries to go as deep as possible, he loves how you squeal for him

Possessive af, keeps growling out about "you're mine," or "no one else gets to see you like this"

Kisses you during it but it's messy and all teeth and tounge cause he's excited, it's his first time too, he fucks you like a horny teenager

when he's finally done and had given you plenty of orgasms he'll slam his hips in one more time and creampie you with a giddy laugh for the final time that night

Now, for aftercare you might have to be patient with his knuckleheaded-ness but he'll get the hang of it.

Your first time he completely forgets that's a thing and when he catches you staring he's just looking at you like "...what? Do you want more? 😏"

No you dumbass take care of me

He's a sweetheart tho

Hope you enjoyed! This was a process but i really want to make more interactive headcanons like this one, brings it more to life you know?

I love reading comments btw!