#i have a headcanon that they read for each other

[thehoneybeestings]

──˚₊•Sugar Plum•‧₊˚──

Word Count: 2.3k

Synopsis: After years of competing for the title of Star Senior at Piltover Springs Dance School, the hatred that Violet Lanes and Y/n Y/l/n have garnered for each other is rendered a waste when in a turn of events, they are both awarded the distinction. When this forces them to confront what feelings they have for each other outside of unbridled loathing, they find that the line between hatred and lust is much finer than they thought...

Continuation of this headcanon (can be read alone, though; you'll just miss out on some context)

Content/Warnings: nsfw, smut!, top! vi, bottom! reader, low-key softdom! vi, lowkey subby! reader, reader has female anatomy, reader referred to with feminine terms/pet names (princess, good girl, etc.), pussy eating (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), semi-public sex, mirror sexxxx, lots of consent checks bc vi you are so sweetie, can't not think of Wicked when i hear the phrase "unadulterated loathing" so i am sorry if you are in the same boat

A/N: okay guys... here it is teehee. thank you SO much for all of the love on my dancer! vi x dancer! r headcanon; I honestly did not expect it! i really really enjoyed writing for this little plotline and I'm glad you guys enjoyed it, too; and i hope this scene brings it justice... enjoy! mwah ha ha

Love, Bee ୨ৎ

You’re not quite sure how seven years of pure, unadulterated loathing between you and Violet Lanes had led to this; Vi, with a knee slotted in between your legs, hands splayed across your torso as she kissed you, and you, pinned between her body and the ballet bar behind you, whimpering into her mouth as you rode her thigh… 

The two of you were staying late at the dance studio to see if you could finally manage to perfect the lift in your duet that had been kicking your ass, and somewhere along the way, you’d found out just how fine the line between hatred and lust could be. 

What possessed you to step- no, leap- over said line, you didn’t know, but you resigned to mulling over that later, when your sworn enemy wasn’t pulling at the hair on the nape of your neck.

Her tongue traces the line of your throat before she latches on; it isn’t long before she gets carried away and you let out a hiss at the pinch of her teeth on your pulse. 

Her movements come to a halt. “Shit,” she’d exhale, “Sorry, didn’t mean to-”

“Keep going.” 

She raises a brow, rearing her head back to look at you.“Yeah? I'm gonna leave a mark if I do.”

“I don’t care what you do, just want you to keep going.”

Who is she to deny such a sweet request?

She resumes her attack on the sensitive skin until the mark on your neck is to her liking. She pulls back to assess her handiwork, and you can’t help but chuckle at her concentration through your haze. 

“Seriously? I think you're good, Vi.”

“Just makin’ sure,” she’d say with a lop-sided grin. 

You shoot her a grin of your own. “Don’t worry; I know you don’t like to share.”

“No,” she begins before leaning in, her smile barely brushing your own, “I don’t.”

Your lips would meet again, tongues moving slow and languid against each other as she rocks into you just the same. The contact- however delicious- isn’t quite enough, and it’s starting to drive you crazy. Your breath is getting heavier, your whines more shameless, and you’ve started meeting each rock of her leg with the rock of your hips. You’re chasing more- you need more- and Vi can tell. 

She’s not going to make it easy for you, of course. 

She plants the heel of her foot back on the ground, separating her knee from the heat between your thighs.

“Wh-what?” You plead breathlessly, “Why’d you stop?”

“You sure you can handle this, sweetheart? You’re falling apart and I’m not even inside you yet.”

Your eyes shoot up to meet hers, wild and desperate. 

“What,” she’d ask, cocking her head to the side, “Is that what you want? You want me inside?” 

You nod frantically. “Yes, yes, please, that’s what I want.” 

You swear you can see her pupils blow out. You were begging for her. You’d been icing her out for the past seven years, and now, here you were, begging for her.

If this was a dream… then she was sure she’d wake up soon, and she wanted to taste you first.

“Can you hold out for just a little longer?”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I mean, yeah… why?”

And then, Violet Lanes is on her knees in front of you.

“Oh. That's why.” Your smile is bashful as you look down at her, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Can I?” She peers up at you, hands toying with the waistband of your sweatpants.

“Fuck yes, you can.”

A satisfied smirk spreads across her face, and she tugs the sweatpants down to your ankles, leaving you to step out of the rest of the pooled material.

“Alright, baby; toss your leg up,” she commands, guiding your leg over her shoulder with a hand behind your thigh. Your hands grip the ballet bar behind you, and you hope to God you’ll be able to hold yourself up through the feeling of her mouth on you.

“You good? Holding on tight?”

“Yeah, yeah; I’m good.” 

She nods from below you with a smile, and her hand comes trailing up the calf swung over her shoulder to the plush of your thigh seated next to her head. She’s got an arm wrapped around your other leg, securing you in place.

Your breath begins to stutter as she places open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your thigh, your body twitching and tensing in anticipation each time she grows closer to where you need her.

“Relax,” she purrs, thumb rubbing circles into the meaty flesh beside her.

You nod, closing your eyes and leaning your head back with a sigh; and when she finally places a kiss on the patch of wetness soaking through your underwear, you fucking melt.

“Good girl,” she draws out, feeling your weight press into her fully. “You still good with this?”

“Violet, I’m gonna lose my mind if your mouth isn’t on me in-”

You yelp as she pulls your underwear to the side to lick a stripe up from the nectar pooling at your entrance to the hardened pearl above it. 

“Not sure you’re in any position to make demands here, sugar plum.”

Your eyes roll back into your head when she attaches her lips to your clit, and when she sucks, your hand shoots down to grab at the hair on her crown. 

She moans into you- noted- and her tongue darts back down to lap at your wetness, trailing up, then down, then up, then down, collecting as much as she can on the tip of her warm tongue. 

“Fuck, princess; you taste so fucking good.”

She barely lets herself finish her sentence- words muffled in your pussy- before she’s back on your clit, swirling her tongue in circles around the swollen bud. 

The grip you have on her hair is tighter now, your thighs trembling, your features knit together in pleasure; you look down to find Vi so lost in between your legs that you don’t even think she notices how close you are.

You loosen your grip on her hair to tap rapidly on her shoulder. “V-Vi, baby,” 

As pussy drunk as she is, her head still snaps up at the sound of the pet name on your tongue. Her lips are swollen and glossy with your slick, her cheeks flushed red as the hair on her head. 

“What’s up, princess?” 

“J-just… gonna cum soon,” you pant, “want you inside first…”

“Yeah?” she smirks, gently guiding your leg off of her shoulder. She stands up, hand gripping your waist as she leans to press a sloppy kiss on your lips; and fuck, you can taste yourself on her mouth. 

“Wanna cum on my fingers?” She asks in between kisses; and you nod against her mouth, hand on the back of her head pulling her impossibly close.

She chuckles into your mouth before pulling away to drink in your features; your pleading eyes, your soft lips, the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

“You’re beautiful.” 

There was that look: so soft. So soft that you could hardly stand it, your head lowering in order to escape it. 

“Oh? You’re shy now?” 

You giggle- and she wonders if that sound had always been so sweet- before pushing at her chest.

“Shut up. I'm not shy.”

“Oh, yeah?” The raise of her brow and the cockiness of her voice says she’s got something planned. 

“Turn around for me, then.”

“I-I… what? I’m-”

“Turn. Around.”

Her grip on your waist tightens, and she’s twisting your hips until suddenly, you’re face-to-face with your own reflection.

“There’s my pretty girl,” she lulls, head dropping down to plant a kiss on your shoulder. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Y-yeah… yeah,” you breathe out. You’re watching yourself come undone for her.

“Look at me.”

You’re a little embarrassed at how quickly you obey.

“You look away, and I stop, yeah?”

You whine. “Vi, really? Just-”

For a moment, the intensity of her gaze disappears, as if she’s dropped whatever persona she’d been assuming; as if she was making herself smaller for you

“If you don’t like this, just let me know. Don’t want you uncomfortable or all in your head, yeah?” 

You quirk a smile at her consideration. “No… I like it. I trust you.”

She smirks at you. “Just being a brat, then?” 

Your eye roll answers that question.

“Just being a brat. Got it. Eyes on me then, baby.”

And then, she’s pulling your- now soaked- underwear down to your thighs, reaching down to glide her middle and ring fingers through your slick, and your eyes flutter shut, and you’ve already broken the one rule she gave you.

“Y/n,” she scolds, her fingers halting. 

Your eyes fly open to find her again, and you’re muttering out a desperate apology, rocking back on her fingers, seeking any sensation you can get. 

Her free arm comes around to circle your waist, holding you in place so that you can’t chase your release on your own. “I gave you one rule, sweetheart. Keep those pretty eyes on me and I promise I’ll make you cum.”

You nod frantically, eyes never leaving her own, even as she brings her fingers up to rub your own wetness into your clit; even as those fingers sink into you from behind, three knuckles deep.

“Jesus fuck,” she curses, “fuckin’ swallowing me.”

Your thighs are already shaking, your walls fluttering around her fingers as they adjust to the new fullness.

“Gonna move now, okay?” she warns before pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“Yes,” you nod, “yes- fuck!”

You call out as her hand flips over, fingers rotating inside you to press into the ridges of nerves on your front wall.

“That didn’t take long to find…” she muses.

“Fuck you,” you scoff to the best of your ability- although it doesn’t really pack a punch when you look so blissed out- and Vi laughs at you.

She fucking laughs, and you remember for a moment what makes her so damn annoying; but then, she’s pistoning into you, and your mind goes blank.

You feel high off of her fingers, limbs tingling and head fuzzy, completely out of control of whatever sounds are coming out of your mouth. You can vaguely hear “fuck, yes,” and “shit, shit, shit,” and “please, Vi, please” in your own voice. You can vaguely hear the obscene sounds of her fingers moving in and out of your slick, which is, no doubt, dripping down your thighs by now. You can vaguely make out her focused expression through the stars you’re seeing.

When she brings her mouth to the shell of your ear to speak to you, though, it’s her voice that brings you back down to earth. “You with me, sweet girl? Focused on me?”

If you focus any harder on her fingers slipping in and out of you, or on the way her breath picks up in your ear, or on the furrow of her own brow, you’ll cum.

Wait… shit, you're about to cum.

“Vi,” you call out, eyes widening, “I’m gonna- I’m so close- fuck, please.”

In a second, the arm around your waist is unraveling, and she reaches down to rub tight circles onto your clit, coaxing you closer to the edge.

You can’t fucking help it; your eyes roll back, head falling back onto her shoulder, breaking the one rule she gave you.

“Sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry, I can’t-” 

You’re near tears as her hands continue their ministrations. “ ‘S alright baby,” she coos, “You’re doing so fucking good, just want you to cum for me.”

And with a guttural noise you’ve never heard yourself make, you’re doing just that; spasming on her fingers, legs shaking underneath you, knuckles white as they grip the ballet bar you’re practically doubled over. 

Vi works you through your orgasm until your hand is shooting down in between your legs, shooing her own away. “Shit, that’s enough… ‘m all done.”

She’s careful pulling out, taking the two digits into her own mouth before pulling your underwear back up in place. Her hands return to your hips, turning your body back towards her. You still haven’t opened your eyes; still trying to catch your breath.

“Hey,” she speaks softly, pulling you in, “You okay?”

When you open your eyes, she’s smiling down at you like she adores you. It’s so tender, so gentle; so much so that in the come down off the high you’d just experienced, you start to tear up.

“I’m sorry,” you begin with a sniffle, “for being such an asshole all this time.”

“Woah, woah, woah- first of all, so was I; but more importantly, you’re fucked out right now. Just worry about catching your breath for a few minutes, okay love?”

You give her a weak chuckle as she pulls away to gather your previously discarded bottoms. She leans down in front of you, guiding your legs as she directs you to put “one foot in… okay, now the other,” before pulling them up to their place on your hips.

You thank her with a smile, and she waves you off in response.

“Do you, uh…” she’s nervously rubbing the back of her neck as if she weren’t just demanding that you keep your eyes on her while she plowed you, “do you think you’d wanna come back to my place? Powder’s over at Ekko’s and my Dad has game nights with his friends every Wednesday, so it’ll just be us. We can just chill, watch a movie or something, order food if you want. Just… don’t wanna ditch you or anything, wanna make sure you’re all good after-”

“That sounds perfect, Violet.” 

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

You’re not quite sure how seven years of pure, unadulterated loathing between you and Violet Lanes had led to this; a sleepover at her house, watching shitty action movies together, splitting a pizza, and falling asleep on the couch with your limbs tangled together.

But here you were. And it really was perfect; and everyone knows that you don’t settle for less than perfect.

End ୨ৎ

Taglist: @spidercat-soccerfan, @lipglosskxsses, @baylegend6

[akanemnon]

Wait wait wait, if Frisk and Kris are each half of Chara’s soul, does that mean they each retain different aspects of Chara’s personality?

If so, I’m guessing Frisk got Chara’s love of monsters, violent numbness, and deep compassion. And Kris got Chara’s hatred of humanity, love for their family, and social awkwardness.

In my personal headcanons, it’s pretty much the same thing but Kris is the whole, and Chara and Frisk are the halves. It’s funny that someone else agrees that “Kris and Frisk/Chara are the same person” or “Kris, Frisk, and Chara are unrelated” is too simple for my taste, because I actually made my headcanons before I even read Twin Ruens.

Btw, thank you SO MUCH! The work you put into these comics is INSANE! AND FINALLY SOME GOOD KFC GANG RECOGNITION! Your art, designs, and dedication is truly inspiring! Honestly, a lot of my current art style came from your early comics. Keep it up! Us Twin Runes fans will stick with you no matter what! And if you ever want to take a break, please do so, pumping out long comics on so many platforms must be exhausting.

Please exuse my fanenbying and have a great 2025! ^^

In the case of Twin Runes saying "they are the same people" or "they are unrelated" really ARE too simple answers.

You are right, both Kris and Frisk have one half of Chara's soul. Not just a red soul. It IS, in fact, Chara's. The comic HEAVILY hints towards it, which is why I'm so openly talking about it. The only thing I can't talk about yet is the HOW and WHY. You goys gotta sit tight for that.

But them both having one half of Chara's soul is the reason why only they were able to see them. And it's the reason why Chara points out that the resonance of their souls felt familiar.

They've been dead for so long that they can't recognize their own soul anymore. Also because there is CLEARLY something else in Kris and Frisk to replace the missing other piece.

But yes, both Kris and Frisk do natually take on some of Chara's traits because of that. Kris is more or less a reflection of how Chara could have turned out like if they had been raised by the Dreemurrs.

Well... that's not 100% true because Kris (and Frisk) are still their own people. It's a nature vs. nurture sorta thing. Personality and behavior wise they're ALL very different from one another.

Again, this line right here is SUPER IMPORTANT.

The correct way to put it is "Kris and Frisk are not Chara, but Chara is a part of them."

[eyesfullofsttars]

do you have any ellabs headcanons :3

big mistake asking about that because now i can’t stop talking... those two are my babies!!!

els is so :3 x abs who’s more like :) 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

ellie wears belts because her pants are like three sizes too big. they fall down, her boxers show—usually her minecraft ones—so she wears studded belts or something to keep everything in place. (abby has this talent for pulling off belts with one of her big, veiny hands… yeah, ellie basically had a visual orgasm just watching her take it off her waist... yes 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

ellie’s favorite activity? oh man… definitely playing video games lying on the couch, her head on abs’ bare chest, while abby’s busy reading a book. ellie’s left hand manages the joystick, and the other one’s tracing and feeling anderson’s abs because they’re so firm…

abby has just a few freckles on her face but a lot on her shoulders and back, while ellie’s freckles are more noticeable on her face.

they get along pretty well with each other’s parents. joel and abs will roll their eyes at the same time at ellie’s dumb jokes, trying not to laugh, and end up chatting about old rock or country stuff. abs is polite and respectful, BUT ellie with jerry? they’re way too comfortable with each other, always joking around. ellie’s also kind of obsessed with jerry’s job, so… yeah, she’s always asking him questions.

(they each keep baby pictures of the other. abby has a pic of ellie at the dinosaur museum in her wallet, and ellie has one of abby with a giraffe on her nightstand)

abby’s hair is wavy—i don’t care, it’s my headcanon. it’s usually braided, but when it’s down, it’s long, blonde, and wavy 🥰🥰 also, yes, she’s braided ellie’s hair more than once and ofc ellie likes two braids instead of one.

(oh and teenage abby used to straighten her hair, but now she doesn’t even care)

anderson knows how to sail, and in the summer, they spend a lot of time on the boat. ellie just sits on the edge sketching while abby applies sunscreen on her shoulders with gentle massages.

ellie doesn’t wear bras, and abby is obsessed with her in white tank tops when everything shows through—just hot. abby does wear bras, but nothing fancy—simple black or white basics. no lace lingerie or anything.

abby wears reading glasses because her dad told her to take care of her vision. ellie? she NEEDS glasses because she can’t see anything far away, but she refuses to wear them because she says she’ll look like a “nerd” (even more than she already does)

ellie loves slipping her hands under abby’s shirt, hugging her from behind, fingers tracing her strong muscles, brushing past the light hair, down to the waistband of her boxers. she rests her chin on abby’s shoulder, giving her soft kisses on the neck.

abby? she’s shamelessly obsessed with ellie’s ass. if ellie bends over, abby’s gotta smack it. when ellie wraps her arms around abby’s neck for a kiss, abs can’t resist reaching down to give her a squeeze. yeah... 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

someone please stop me and forbid me from TALKING!!!

[aliwritex]

dad!franco headcanons 💐

Before the baby was born, when the furniture for the nursery started arriving he insisted on putting it together himself because he was ‘totally capable of doing so’. And you believed him, but he had a flaw, he never actually read the instructions, only quickly looked at the pictures and guessed it was enough. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. “what happened? i thought you were almost done” you were surprised to see multiple parts of the crib back on the floor “i used the wrong screw, so i was missing some long ones, so i had to got back to get them” “leave it be for tonight, yeah? i’ll help you with it tomorrow” The next morning everything went smoothly as you actually read the steps and organized the different screws and parts by numbers.

You enjoyed being pregnant more than you thought you would, because of your active lifestyle and young age pregnancy was very easy on you. And most of your days were spent on walks, pilates classes and buying. Almost every day you were doing deep research on the best products of each category and online shopping. Especially if Franco wasn’t home, it was the best way to spend time and feel less lonely. You would always call him when things arrived, showing him everything and putting it away in the nursery.

Franco cried way more than you expected when your son was born. Maybe it was because of the exhaustion of being awake with you for 13 hours of labor, maybe he was just very emotional. You were in a bubble for a second when they finally handed you the baby — and it was a short second because you still had more to deliver. But as soon as you were all cleaned up, taken care of and sound asleep Franco turned his full attention to the baby. When you woke up he was humming and the baby was sleeping in his bare chest, only a blanket covering their bodies. “i love you two” you whispered to them

Nothing made Teo happier than seeing his dad come home from work. He was always all smiles when Franco walked through the door or waking up to him when he got home in the middle of the night. “hey” you whispered into the dark nursery “you didn’t need to get up, i got home just in time for his bottle” “thank you, my love, but i’ll take it from here, you go shower so we can go back to sleep” you’d be too tired by the time he was done to say anything about him sneaking Mateo in the bed with you.

Your favorite thing in the world was seeing them sleeping together. It seemed that your boyfriend had magical arms because no matter how fussy or upset Teo was, the second Franco picked him up it was like he couldn’t keep his eyes open, bonus points for chupi and blankie. That’s what you missed the most when he was away, you didn’t have the same patience if Teo was throwing a tantrum to skip his nap times or pushback bed time. You never understood what was so magical about Papa’s chest that made him fall asleep in minutes, if anything you were supposed to be more comfortable – you had two natural pillows! “¡Papa!” your son whined and ran from you when he heard the front door open. “¿que pasa, mi amor?” he picked him up and the crying stopped almost immediately but as Franco made his way in he realized the boy wasn’t the only one crying “vida? what’s wrong? what happened?” he asked but you just buried your face on his other shoulder, letting your tears soak up his shirt. “i’m sorry, ‘t’s nothing, let me take him” “what? no. what the fuck happened here?” he asked calmly “what are you even sorry for?” “not being enough for him, for you. god, i’ve been wrestling him to go to bed for so long, then you get here and boom, he’s out. i just didn’t know what to do anymore” he heard your confession and hugged you tighter, rubbing his palm on your back. “you could’ve called me. i’ll be back in a second. always call me if it gets too much” he kissed the top of your head.

When Franco was home he was in charge of putting Mateo down for his morning nap while you cooked lunch. This one monday though, he had just gotten home a couple hours before but insisted on following your routine, so he sat on the couch with his son, arm wrapped around him to support the bottle in his mouth. Franco was the one to fall asleep instead of the child, who slipped from his dads hold. When he woke up you were standing in front of him, taking a picture of his sticker covered face. “I told you I could put him down if you were too tired” you said, taking the bottle from his hand — that had spilled all over your decorative pillows. “Did he sleep?” you chuckled and pointed to the floor, where your son slept hugging his favorite stuffed animal.

[volatilebrat4103]

Vi x Reader Head canons

This is the first time I have ever written HC's so I really hope it doesn't suck too badly

Request: may I request vi x nerdybutch!reader headcanons pls? (reader is super into Sci fi and fantasy genres)

(Feedback is appreciated - good or bad)

When Caitlyn suggested Vi meet a close friend of hers from another high-class family Vi was having none of it, but after way to much begging from Cait she caved although extremely wary of you and your status. She arranged for you all to meet at the last drop to make Vi feel more comfortable

Vi had already painted a bad picture of you before you even met, firstly you being late to the meet up, making snarky comments to Cait about ‘Pilties think they are too good to be on time’ and such

She had expected some stuck up snobby rich girl too prim and proper to walk through the doors of the surprisingly empty bar instead you leave her gobsmacked

Instead of a snob that she’d want to smack, she found herself a blushing mess when you walked in being the complete opposite, instead a tall handsome woman with short slicked back hair adorning a men’s academy uniform, who didn’t believe nor care about status or norms

She spent the whole day lost in your presence as you ramble on about some cool book you found about ancient lore as well as a few novels

After that day she would visit you everyday where she would sit for hours on end listening to you ramble on about all the newest novels your parents had bought for you.  Half of the time she wouldn’t even register what you were saying as she would stare lovingly enjoying the sound of your voice and your presence (you being her eye candy was a bonus)

The two of you grew closer quickly, Vi often staying the night where she would fall asleep to your voice reading out both of your favourite novel, more often then not wrapped up in your strong arms.

One day whilst you were ranting about a crappy ending to a story you were reading when Vi surged forward to kiss you leaving you stunned – ‘you’re cute when you rambling�� , After that day the two of you made it official

You would often ask Vi to tell you stories from the undercity, cuddled up to her as she runs hands through your short locks

She absolutely loves having your arms around her no matter where you are

Even though she is already feared for her reputation it gets worse with you and she finds it hard to comprehend how her cute, nerdy girlfriend is her scary dog privilege

You are both very, VERY protective over each other

You both pay attention to detail with one another.  Hear her talking about a cool jacket it’s hers by the end of the day.  If she sees you looking at something for even a minute consider it yours.  Mention how you always wanted to have a certain pastry for your birthday, done, she will make a plan and go to the ends of runeterra to get it.

You are surprisingly more stubborn than her and sometimes it causes fights between the two of you

Once you cool off from a fight and take time to reflect on it, you get her an apology gift (usually a sweet treat and flowers) and profusely apologise which more often than not leads to some ‘private time’ to properly express your regrets *wink wink*

Lets face it…she is a total bottom which surprises everyone till they see you

If she is having a bad day she will crawl into bed with you for you to read to her and play with her hair. If it’s a really bad day she will ensure she has skin to skin contact, you voice soothing her worries away.

Everyone always complains about the two of you being sappy, with her being a total flirt she always leaves you a flustered mess

She loves stealing your clothes, jackets, shirts anything as long as it smells like you

She gets annoyed with you having an abundance of books and work laying scattered all over your room and house, always tripping over said books or projects for school.  So being whipped, you use your technical skills to build shelving and storage for your stuff, and Vi being the pervert she is watched you and how your sweaty body moved around and your muscles flexed when working.

You let Vi design a tattoo for you and even get small matching ones

she was always curious to see you wearing tight and exposing clothes (Seeing as your nerdy ass is only seen in baggy clothes or your academy uniform) so one day she pulls out the puppy dog eyes and gets you into one of her tank tops which has her drooling.  From that day forward she began to change your wardrobe.

Although she is an absolute bottom…she is a total munch and you absolutely love having her on her knees for you

You are both extremely kinky which did initially surprise her as you seem so innocent

You genuinely laugh at her bad jokes, some might not like her humour, but she is perfect to you

She is a huge softie even though she is rough and tough (and will definitely knock you to next week) she also loves how you are so gentle and patient with her

 She loves teaching you about the undercity and taking you sight seeing

She is shocked how you always say the undercity is beautiful and how you explain every little detail you love about it, it makes her fall more inlove with you

She is your personal chef, even taking the time to teach you how to cook

When you get stuck on an assignment or project she is always there to calm you down, taking the time out of her day to help you solve it.  Her intelligence is one of the many things you love about her and absolutely hate when people assume she is stupid

Your family take some time to accept Vi thinking that she is just using you and the family, but once they realise she isn’t she becomes one of you with your parents always eager to have her over

Touch and words of affermaiton are both of your love languages

You always help her shave the side of her hair when it gets too long, your were nervous at first but she always reassures you

you design a necklace for her in honour of Jinx/Powder and she never takes it off

you learnt very quickly into your relationship how to read her and know exactly what she needs, whether it be needing comfort after a long day or a sweet treat whilst she is on her period you just knew what she needed

when she gets into fights you always give her a lecture but clean her up and make sure she is okay. Very seldom does she give you the same treatment (and teases you mocking your lectures)

Further into your relationship she would complain about the 'library' of books and collectables you have gotten saying its too much yes if you there was one you wanted she wouldn't hesitate to get it for you

She is the jealous type and hates how oblivious you are to people flirting with you

[jessamine-rose]

how would the other darlings react when they find out damsel’s husband died?

Oohh what an interesting question!! Thanks for asking me this. For those who don’t know, “Damsel” and the “other darlings” refer to the Readers from my Yandere! Harbinger series~

I recommend reading this fic first, as it details Damsel’s reaction to Capitano’s “death” and explains her behavior in these headcanons </3

Tw:: yandere, Stockholm Syndrome

⬩ Kitty/ Pantalone’s Darling ⬩

Kitty begins thinking of the best way to interact with Damsel. After all, the Captain may be gone but his wife is still a valuable connection!! After discussing it with Pantalone, they send over a vase of lilies with a short message of condolences.

…There is no response from Damsel. Did she catch on to their insincerity or did their gift simply fail to make an impact? Well, they tried their best.

Kitty also asks Pantalone if he has written a will. Just in case—the last thing she’d want is to lose him and become a destitute widow.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ Assistant/ Dottore’s Darling ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ

♡ Assistant doesn’t really care. Sure, she was surprised when Capitano died and his absence will certainly be felt. But that is the full extent of her reaction, unless Dottore has anything to say about the death of his colleague.

She does feel some pity for Damsel—who knows how she would react if it was Dottore who died? But the two of them never really liked each other, seeing how Damsel would always try to avoid Dottore and Assistant.

So Assistant sees no reason to take time out of her schedule to comfort Damsel. She has more pressing matters to focus on, like her research with Dottore.

꒰ Savior/ Pierro’s Darling ꒱

♡ Savior is the only one who feels genuine concern for Damsel. She was already sad when she heard of Capitano’s sacrifice, then her heart twisted at the thought of his widow all alone in a gloomy manor. She quickly arranges for food to be sent to Capitano’s estate, then she begs Pierro for permission to see Damsel.

The visit is awkward. Savior isn’t sure if it is due to Damsel’s discomfort or her own struggle to offer words of comfort—what does she know about moving on? In the end, Damsel quietly says she’d like to rest and Savior goes home.

Later that night, Savior tells Pierro that he better not have any plans to sacrifice himself for the Fatui. If he were to put her through another loss…it would be absolutely cruel.

[amor-godess-of-love]

@kun1nn requested this so I delivered it, hope you like it ^^

Headcanons for Jonathan Crane as a parent:

•Whether it be his biological child or one he adopted Jonathan will be incredibly worried about raising it. He never had a good parental guidance in his life, all he has are examples of what not to do to a child. He will need his partner reassurance that he can do this.

•You can bet your money that he in week read more then fair share of books about parenting, he learns all stages of child development and any signs he should look out for.

•With his knowledge on nursery rhymes, lullabies and poems he make sure he has a set of new ones each night. Staying with his kid until they fall asleep. He has notebook that keeps track of his child favourite ones, noting if something changes.

•And if the child wakes him up at night? Depending on the cause he will deal with it differently. If it's a nightmare? He invites his child to sleep with him and his partner, while he holds them both close. But if the "monster" that woke them up? He makes display of putting on his mask and taking his glove, barging into child's room, looking under bed and making it seem like the monster run away at sight of him. After that he stay with his child until they fall asleep.

•He ask other rogues for advice more often then not. He ask Harley for all kinds of fun but safe toys and gadgets while he will consult Edward on stimulating kind of riddles and puzzles he would recommend for developing child. He would ask Jervis for advice on tea parties and dolls. He also would refer to Pamela for advice about herbs in case his child has a stomach ache or headache, maybe something soothing before bed.

•Speaking of toys, his child would be given all kinds of plushies and staff toys to play or sleep with it. He would even created a scarecrow plushie he made, refer to him, as "Mr. Hay" and tell his child it will be guard them when he isn't around.

•He can and will train his Crows to watch over his child and imidiatly alarm him if something is wrong. Whenever he sees his "feather children" play with his real child he will get move, but deny if question about it.

•As child he knew what a true fear feels like, so he makes sure his child is never forced to feel it ever. He will help his child overcome or just managed any phobias of fear they have. What kind of "master of fear" would he be if he couldn't help his child with it?

•When the child's get's older he will teach them how to make his most simple fear toxin for self defense purposes. While he would be more then happy to teach his child all he knows about fear and show them how to make all his different fear toxins. He would never forced child to fallow his footsteps, just teach them nessesity and if the child wants to learn more? He will happily teach them, adjusting everything to his child knowledge and age.

•He will make his child a matching little costume so they can be "like they dad!"

•Whenever his child get's into new book series he make sure to read them so he could talk to them about that books, if it's anything else like TV series or games? He will try his best to also research on the topic. He just wants to know what his child likes.

•God have mercy if his child is bullied in school. He will rage a storm that will explain to everyone while he is "God of fear in human form". But if he finds, it's mostly because other parents badmouth his child and they children just reapeat what they heard? Well he just found his new "volunteers" for his newest batch of most potent fear toxin.

•He will support his child whenever they seek higher education or want to look for career imidiatly after highschool and if the child wants to fallow his footsteps into criminal carrier, he will show them the ropes and take them as his sidekick (They will have to be at lest 15, but even then he never brings them if he expects anything dangerous might happen).

•While in private I imagine he let's his southern drawl slip more often, he becomes proud of his child picks up on it and develops one of they own.

•He is kind of father that would teach his child all kinds of skill they would need. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, how to fix the car, a basic electrical work, how to escape heavily guarded asulum, you know the nessesities.

•He will make sure to always let his child know how beautiful they are. He will work with them if they have any esteem issues, he knows better then anyone what it's like. He specially feels responsibility if the child inherited his Marfan syndrome or Stahl's ears, or any appearance altering issue.

•While he knows he isn't perfect dad, he tries. He feels like failure whenever he feels he let his child see him at low point or doing some bad sytuation. He specially will have hard not to break if child just hug him better. In private he will cry about being a failure, but after gentle reassurance he doing good, he will take his child for ice cream and them them how much he lives them.

•He is great listener, always listening to his child stories. He also takes they ploblems serious, since he knows it's important to them. He will always get to source of ploblem and help them fix it.

•I think if possible he would love to raise his child on the farm or at lest take his child often into countryside.

•And if someone tries to hurt his child to get to him. Oh boy they as good as dead, you will not only have a furious Scarecrow and his partner after you, but also all kinds of rogues who serve as aunts and uncles to that child. They might be only few rules amongst the rogues that they all agree on, but "Don't hurt or involve children" is golden one they all respect.

•Jonathan might struggle a lot, but every "I love you dad" makes it worth it for him in the end. He is happy to give his child live full of love without fear he never had.

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@kun1nn if I can ask for your attention just a bit more, just something you ask me and I remember it.

Jonathan: Jagna and I are adopting a kid.

Kuninn: that’s gre—

Jagna: slamming adoption papers on the table It’s you, sign here

🎉Congratulations on a suprise adoption🎉

[more-sonorous]

Idk if someone has already asked you, but favorite Jack and davey headcanons????

mmmm i love this :D i have so so so so so many headcanons for them so i'm gonna try my best to narrow it down lmfaooo

overall

jack never stops drawing davey. he's obsessed. he'll fill sketchbooks with the most mundane things about this boy because he finds him so impossibly pretty

davey is taller, and jack pulls him down into kisses. be it by the tie, the collar of his shirt or his hair-- jack doesn't do tiptoes. davey also loves dropping kisses onto jack's forehead.

davey loves jack's hands. could stare at them all day. he's always wanting to hold them or run his own fingers over the callouses, or rub the constant streaks of paint off-- jack's hands are constantly on his mind

jack could listen to davey read for hours on end and never get tired. there's something about davey's voice, how soft and soothing it is, maybe, that's unfairly addicting. he'll listen to davey read anything, sometimes not even registering the plot in favor of listening to the rise and fall of davey's voice

davey wasn't touchy until he met jack. then he was like 'oh maybe physical touch does make sense as a love language' and there was no going back. they're sort of always touching, whether it's just their pinkies brushing or they're sitting on top of each other. jack's favorite is keeping his hand in the back pocket of davey's jeans, and davey likes to walk with two fingers hooked in jack's belt loop.

davey kisses all of jack's scars whenever he gets the chance.

jack kisses davey's freckles in the same way, if he's not using them to draw constellations.

canon era

jack's always tugging davey around by the tie. there's no stopping him.

jack blows all of his meager spare change on green paints and pastels because he wants to get the color of davey's eyes just right

even though jack's technically catholic, he finds himself obsessively trying to learn everything about judaism to be closer with davey. he wants to understand everything about davey's traditions, and there's something about the way davey lights up with love and passion as he explains his religion that makes jack fall a little bit more in love every time.

modern era

jack steals all of davey's clothes and davey is powerless when it comes to stopping him (he even steals the sweaters that he complains are nerdy, and davey pretends to be annoyed, but the sight of jack in his clothes is just... yeah)

jack learns how to brew tea just for davey and davey teaches himself all of the recipes jack's mamá used to make, even if they're too spicy for him and he gets a runny nose every time he makes one for dinner

davey, a polyglot, did not know spanish when he met jack. jack, fluent in spanish and english and nothing else, wonders how the hell his boyfriend (who fluently speaks languages as difficult as yiddish and polish) doesn't know spanish and takes it upon himself to teach davey. davey is so enamored by the gentle way in which jack teaches that he doesn't tell jack that he picked up spanish fluently about three months after dating him. when jack finds out years later, hell is raised-- but then the happiness he gets from being able to speak his native language with the man he loves the most outweighs any overdramatic feelings of betrayal

can you believe that isn't even it? these are just my favorite ones i could come up with off the top of my head.

thank you so much for the ask oml <3

[yourresidentstanlover]

I can't sleep and I have to get up in less than 4 hours for school n shit, so have some of my thoughts about fiddlestan and fiddauthor.

DISCLAIMER: I have not read the entirety of The Book of Bill, or Journal 3. I've only seen snippets online. I want to get them both, tho. I'll get my hands on em once it gets less cold and icy around here.

Sooo fiddlestan. I like it, and it has a loooot of potential for angst. HOWEVER, I don't like when people villainize Ford just to make Fidds get with Stan. I do think that Ford cares deeply about Fiddleford, he just doesn't really know how to express it, and is entirely oblivious to any feelings Fiddleford may have for him (c'mon man, he left his wife and kids to study weird shit in the woods with you).

Now for Stan with Fiddleford, I don't really see that relationship lasting, at least not healthily (is that an actual word?? Whatever, you know what I'm sayin). If going the angsty route, I think Fidds would at first try to replace Ford with Stanley in an attempt to regain the man he lost. And Stanley would be open to the affection Fidds gives him cause he's touch-starved, and I don't think anyone's said "I love you" to him for a minimum of ten years. But Fiddleford would realize that Stan isn't Ford, no matter how much he tries to delude himself into thinking he is. And Stan would realize that Fidds just isn't his type or somethin.

Ok now fiddauthor. I love this so much, both when Stanford and Fiddleford are young and when they're old (people are sleeping on that old man yaoi!!). I also headcanon Ford as asexual. I looooveee the thought of fiddauthor in the 70s while they were in college, breaking up for whatever reason (or just kinda drifting apart if it wasn't a committed relationship or whatever), and Ford's lil heart breaking when Fidds marries Emma May.

Alternatively, I do kinda like the thought of a poly relationship between Fiddleford, Emma May, and Stanford. That would be a fun au to make a comic about. I have been wanting to make an Emma May design for a bit now lol.

But when they're older and working in Gravity Falls, oh god sooo much angsty potential with infidelity and unrequited feelingsss (technically they're both in love with each other, but neither are good at ✨️ communication ✨️). Ford would probably be so absorbed with Bill, and listening to his manipulations to actually recognize Fiddleford's feelings for him.

And when they're old ass men? Ugh so much fluff can happen from them finally making up for lost time or somethin. People really sleep on the true old man yaoi lmao.

On a slightly separate note, I do ship Billford, and I have thoughts about it that I'm not gonna get into here. But I'll give ya the abridged version: I like shipping it, I don't like romanticizing it, and i like seeing how the relationship had a lasting effect on Ford. I don't like shipping them post-weirdmageddon, and i don't think Bill can truly be redeemed. I have mixed feelings on those redemption au's. I also like triangle fucking jokes. I'm sorry but that is comedy gold.

Also I'm gonna (eventually) make a post talking about my oc x canon ship (Kyle x Stanley). I personally love them (obviously), they're two gay old criminals who have shockingly similar pasts. What's not to love? Also it's a fun way to explore writing older characters with different body types, since before, most of the characters i drew were young twinks, beefed up guys/girls, and skinnier women. Drawing these old men has really helped with diversifying the body types I draw.

Alright, ramble over. Goodnight everyone.

(Also while writing this, I broke into a coughing fit. I hope i didn't catch my dad's cold lmao. God is trying to stop me from talking about yaoi, but dammit, I can't be stopped >:3)

[nualaofthefaerie]

I just read your melvik headcanons, and I love them! They're just *chef's kiss*

Do you perhaps have some skyce headcanons for us?👀

Skyce! - SFW/NSFW headcanons ( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡

A/N: I've been itching all over to actually do the Skyce headcanons but every time I get lost in giggling and kicking my feet like crazy so instead of actually doing it I sit down to doodle them. I have like 4 other asks asking for Skyce headcanons and @acedragontype asked me also, so let's actually do it this time. Season 1 Skyce ONLY (Same as the Melvik ones, I assume exclusivity) headcanons because for season 2...you'll see, I have been working on something for the past three weeks. If I finish it will be so worth the wait.

Melvik version

Also THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO FUCKs WITH MY SILLY CRACKSHIP!!!

SFW headcanons

When Viktor first sneaks Sky into the Academy there is a period of time where Jayce disapproves of her involvement, especially because he thinks she is giving him the cold shoulder. Sky's first impression of Jayce is that he is a genius, although quite eclectic. That rubs her wrong. Mix that with the fact she is shyer than Viktor and these two get off on the wrong foot purely due to a misunderstanding.

The idea to incorporate plants as test subjects was Sky's. She spends about thirty minutes rambling about the ways the boys could use a certain strain of carnivorous plants, which forces Jayce to realise he had been a fool for ever doubting Viktor's judgement in hiring her as opposed to any of the Piltover pupils. When Jayce sides with her and convinces Viktor, their relationship becomes better.

Jayce helps in the botanic garden when the forge is too suffocating. It's a big and bright space and he can still use his physical strength to think and tire himself out so he likes it. Sky ignores that he prefers to do that job in the same way he does his forgery work - half-naked. She also ignores that it makes her heart flutter, constantly trying to remind herself that getting involved with the big boss is not good for anyone's resume, but he makes it VERY difficult on her.

They are quite oblivious to how close they are becoming because each of them thinks they have a crush on a different person.

Sometimes their age difference shows up in unexpected ways even though she's just two years younger than him. She'd make a trendy reference and he'd look at her dumb while holding his chin in faux thought (he has no idea what she just said. He's too much of a nerd to know anything 'trendy').

Ximena Talis LOVES Sky Young because she learns every dish Ximena teaches her and she is full of warmth and enthusiasm. She notices they have a level of chemistry but doesn't really say anything. They move in sync and they don't even notice, so Ximena thinks that if it's meant to work it will. They are both good cooks.

At some point, Sky begins spending more time with Jayce than Viktor simply because his schedule is fuller.

Both of them are cinephiles. Sky is certainly more pretentious than Jayce. He loves to watch all sorts of movies, and she has a more 'refined' taste. When their crushes didn't pan out they kind of thought they'd go through it together so they sat down to watch the Piltover equivalent of 'Mean Girls' (Sky had never watched it), but she was so sad she fell asleep on his shoulder. Jayce picked her up, carried her to his bed and slept on the couch (he too begins to ignore how much it makes his heart flutter in almost a childish way).

They are also very competitive at board games and Twister. Viktor and Mel usually tap out but these two will go on until their muscles are sore. Sky has better flexibility, Jayce is bigger so he takes up more space. She does cheat. She'd blow air into his ear or jokingly whisper something sexual into his ear to win. He never says anything because he's too busy blushing (she doesn't realise it has an effect on him)

She is almost like a shadow in public. It didn't bother him, but when he realised he likes her close to him he starts looking for her and gets frustrated and grumpy when he can't find her.

She finds his tick of rubbing his neck quite attractive, he finds her pushing up her glasses cute.

Despite looking very sweet, they bicker a lot over things that definitely don't matter cause they find it makes them run hot (especially before they ever make any romantic moves).

The one time he took her to a gala with him (Mel and Viktor did not have the time) she spent her entire time promoting the Hexpartners project. It was also the time they almost kissed but Jayce recognized he was too drunk and he was far too upright to take advantage of drunk Sky even though she consented. He takes her home while she giggles and tells him about how much she likes how he does different things and proceeds to list the most minuscule details about his behaviour.

They have been in the opposite situation as well. He has been drunk murmuring sweet nothings into her ear. She tosses it off to him probably mistaking her for Mel. (do you notice a pattern with these two?)

By the time they kiss, they're like kettles about to explode. Their first kiss happened at Jayce's apartment, during one of their weekend evenings. He wanted to show her the prototype of a vase for the flowers they use that could essentially water itself using Hextech. 'To make your life easier, you know. You already don't sleep enough.' he'd say and proceed to explain in detail how it works. She'd be so moved over the fact he thought about her, it would be an instinctive action, more of a peck and she immediately tries to apologise but it's difficult to apologise when a man the size of a mountain is kissing your apologies away. He basically crushes her into his arms upon the realisation kissing Sky Young is no longer off-limits.

There is no little spoon in their relationship because Sky sleeps on top of Jayce.

NSFW headcanons (now watch me lose my fucking mind)

Aftercare: Jayce Talis is the best aftercare giver in the game. He can get quite out there when he wants to pleasure his partner and that's not lost on him, so he makes sure there's water and something sweet by his bedside so she doesn't lose consciousness.

Body part: Those arms and slightly crooked smile could drive Sky crazy. Jayce loses his mind when she isn't wearing her glasses cause then she's bating those big doe eyes at him. When they fuck glasses are off no matter what. Also he takes off that fucking bun. He can't stand it. He loves to watch her curls bounce on top of him.

Cum: They don't mean to be messy, they promise they don't, but they are. She is on the pill, and although she tries to convince him to wear a condom that man has a creampie kink, there's no way she can convince him of anything. And one thing about Jayce Talis - he can be painfully convincing when he sets his mind to.

Dirty secret: They pretend like crazy in front of Viktor. They feign unfamiliarity but the moment he isn't looking Jayce would either sneak a hand around her throat, without any pressure or squeezing, just to prove he can and watch her expression grow stiff and frustrated.

Experience: Relative experience, they know what they're doing. Sky has had Zaun partners who've been quite...rude and rough with her so she can't really figure out how when Jayce is rough it feels good. Jayce Talis fucked bitches his whole life, I'm tired of pretending he hasn't.

Favourite position: If you ask Sky she prefers to feel his weight on top of her until it's suffocating, but Jayce loves when she clings to him so he prefers fucking her standing, while she holds on for dear life to his neck.

Goofy: they can be goofy in that Sky would get freaked if she's just hanging midair, but if the fucking is post argument it's deadly serious. She'll touch him a bit more, he'll squeeze a bit harder, a game that has to be won.

Hair: Jayce Talis grooms himself once every two weeks. He doesn't like hair on his face because it's not 'presentable' but he doesn't mind a well-maintained happy trail. Sky Young certainly doesn't mind it. She used to shave but switched to wax once every three weeks when she moved to Piltover, so some hair can grow but it's often little and more reminiscent of fluff than actual hair. Hair doesn't bother either of them, they're adults.

Intimacy: I've said it once, I'll say it again, they run St. Valentine's like the Navy. So they are very intimate. He'd steal a kiss when no one's watching, she'd rub his hand if he's nervous. That extends to their sex life. He'd whisper her worries away, she'd hold him impossibly close.

Jack off: Sky is a small hour of the night-pleasing herself type girl. Even if it's in her own apartment, she tries to keep very quiet, especially if her mind trails to his smile or his hands or his chest, like she is ashamed of how lewd her thoughts can become when it comes to him. Jayce is a rare mastrubator to me. He is more of a sufferer. He'd let the images run through his mind but would grip his working tools and go in the forge unless it was during one of those nights when she falls asleep on his shoulder or just looks at him for a moment too long, then he has to rub one off in the closest private space to be able to breathe.

Kink: Jayce is a pleasure dom to Sky, so overstimulation is a main kink. Another main of his is creampies, he loves to watch his cum trail down her trembling legs. He also has an unhealthy oral fixation (both giving and receiving). He likes to role-play situations in which she holds all the power over him and lets her do what she wants. Sky is not dominant by any means but she learns she enjoys to top once in a while. With time she develops a certain bratiness to her - deny his orgasm, scratch his back a bit too hard, mock him a bit, all in the name of her head being thrown on the pillow and fucked stupid. Oh, also both of them are really into shower sex for some reason. Really into it - wet and licking water off her collarbones, it turns them on.

Location: Jayce's apartment. Sky's is too small, he's too cramped in there they can't move freely. But Jayce's apartment is a sanctuary for both of them and his bed is big enough to toss each other around.

Motivation: If they argue, like actually argue, fucking is close. If Sky's cheating at a game, fucking is close. If Jayce rests his head on her shoulder and begins to nibble on the skin while she works, fucking is close. She's not good at expressing her needs explicitly but if she hooks a leg around him while they watch something, chances are she'll straddle his waist and kiss him without saying anything. It's embarrassing, but he doesn't need her to say it. He'll always ask her if she's sure and then they're off to the races.

No: He'll never in a thousand years take advantage of her nativity even if it turns him on, even if he finds her oblivious passion for her subject super hot, he would never ever take advantage of her boundaries. So BDSM is a no. She can do with him whatever, he doesn't mind, but he could not handle seeing her in pain. Even when she's asking for his hand around her throat, he never squeezes too hard like he knows he can and has done before. Sky is very strict about public PDA. Small caresses are fine, when her office door is locked it's okay, but nothing that could jeopardize their careers, reputations or projects.

Oral: Both of them have a thing for receiving and giving oral. Jayce would beg to eat her out if he has to, just to feel his nose pressing against her clit while she tugs on his perfectly ordered hair, moaning and pleading. Sometimes he'd eat her out to soothe his own unrelated frustrations. But there is nothing Jayce Talis loves more than to force Sky to sit on his face - suffocate him, hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her as close to him as possible, pressure his head between her thighs, it's a sweet way to die. In return, he loves watching her work her mouth on him. She's far too good at sucking him off, it almost makes him jealous thinking she had to acquire this technique somewhere. In the beginning, he wasn't with deep-throating her, but as time went on he got comfortable with it. Watching her gag as spit and precum run down her chin and those pleading doe eyes looking up is enough to make him cum in minutes. He can fuck her for hours, but if she puts her mouth on him he's a goner in minutes. Sky herself loves watching him eat her out messily, juices dripping down his chin, cheeks flushed as he always grips her as if she's a meal he can't afford to skip. She also learns to ride his face properly for her own gain as he tells her to. 'Don't worry about me' is their mantra when it comes to oral. It's a good day if her nose is pressed to the hairs on his pelvis, eyes rolled to the back of her head from the stretch on her throat. It's also a good day when she gets to tease him about how weak he is to her mouth. He'd cut himself or just run a loving hand on her cheek and she'd bite on his thumb or suck on it slowly just to prove she can and then let him go back to his duties. It's the only form of public teasing she is okay with but it's more than enough for him.

Pace: On special occasions, it's slow, deep and filled with loving confessions and giggling, but more often than not it's messy, fast and rough.

Quickie: Not big on quickies. They like to take their time, to taunt each other physically, to watch their eyes grow droopy from pleasure and overstimulation. If it's too much or they need fast relief they masturbate.

Risk: Not very big on risks. Jayce wouldn't mind if Sky didn't mind as much as she did, but he respects her wishes.

Stamina: That man is a bull. And you know what? Sky Young can handle going for seconds and thirds. They're both athletic and healthy. They match each other pretty well.

Toys: I don't see them being really into toys. More like they both have a clothes kink - her underwear in his pocket/or as a way to gratify himself, his tie to bind his hands to the bed frame or keeping her socks on when she wears those wool knee highs people wear inside the house during winter.

Unfair: To be fair he teases intentionally more than she does, but she is a bigger teaser unintentionally - she'd fix his cuffs without him having to ask, or grab his face when he wants to shave and do it for him, sway her hips, if it's really urgent she'd kiss his knuckles secretly to help him calm down before a speech (it riles him up). His teasing is more gently picking her chin here and there, a remark in her ear, those types of things. He'd leave himself looking a bit shabby to tease her about always making him look properly good.

Volume: Together they are very loud. He loves hearing her under him, it's like a reward for a job well done. During those times he's still more of a moaner and broken cries type of dude. (looks at s2 Jayce...he's a different story)

Wild card: She has shown to work with his shirt tugged in instead of hers without telling anyone (all of hers were dirty). It trickles into Sky Young role-playing as a councillor, wearing only Jayce's councillor coat while riding him into oblivion.

X-ray: As a friend said Jayce Talis packs a weapon we are not ready to discuss. Is it more girth or more length, god knows, but Sky Young will tell you she swears it gets to her stomach and she's not a short tiny little lady.

Yearning: Pretty normal I'd say, a few rounds like twice a week. Whenever, even though they always yearn for the touch of the other.

Zzz: Both of them are quick sleepers. They are more morning people than night owls. They fuck, they cuddle, giggle about something stupid and in 15 minutes they're both out.

A/N: You know my inbox is always open for Melvik and Skyce thoughts.

[somerandomcockroach]

maybe write a Decepticon Prowl fic with someone? :0 so your like constantly bouncing ideas off and can take turns writing to avoid burnout and you both and like be the firsts to read each new chapter like when yall proof read or something? Idk just a thought.

If i followed this, I'd give prowl too much power...

Pfffht, I have a bad case of "boring writing" and "closed inside my own head", not sure if I am even capable of bouncing something directly with someone XDD I wanna see what plots people make with him and in what situations put, wanna see his interactions with decepticons once he is among them. Because if autobots are monkeys in circus decepticons are alligators in the pond Oooooh yes, he is a big threat to autobots since he has a wild range of freedom, but I personally still think he isn't as overpowered here. Autobots will not kill you for all your mistakes, there are no rats until they were sent from enemies. Decepticons might kill you 👍So he will have to be 10 steps forward than all of them to find the most acceptable path where he has less chances of being beaten up to death. I swear to god I wanna see him being treasured by Megatron, Megatron being even scared of him. He keeps his best and loyal as close to him. I love how he said to Starscream one time that he obeys to him if he obeys to decepticon's case. I can see Prowl saying that to someone and Megatron having the smug smile on his face. I have my opinions on when he joined and why and so on. I think that he operates as a tactician under "Prowl" (and known only among closer circle of Megatron) but among regular decepticons he is known as a "Barricade" on a low communication work to lessen the chances of others to find out who he is and kill him. Because this is so easy to kill him, he is a bad fighter. I think Shockwave hates him pffht. (I have to be honest I know so little of the decepticon version of him as a character so I don't know what fruit he is) Scientists have their own meetings and I headcanon that such meetings are a taboo to intervene with false info, exactly what Prowl does. Soundwave might also hate him for how his cassettes might be treated like a chess figures? Idk I know even less about Soundwave ahah. So he might have an awful medical treatment here if any at all since he is just. Not loved? "Megatron's dog on leash" I can see him being thrown out by his own who got enough of him, with ripped off audials and comms, with no way of tracking him, on the planet like Junkion to let him die, but Jazz (aka Meister) also was here on operation, so Prowl ends up with autobots because of course Ratchet will not let even decepticon die. And no one knows real "Prowl". So he ends up in this clownery, covered as a Barricade low class coms decepticon who "defected" because had enough and now "Meister" keeps a close optic on him. Because he has broad "Jazz" net. He has a lot of information that autobots don't know. And things that Barricade says do not connect strings. Oh I better shut up

[ginho001]

YAYYYYY I LOVE ALL OF YOUR INHUN HEADCANONS 🤍🤍🤍🤍 I especially love reading the cute traits and habits they have. And of course the omegaverse 👀 is a big treat, I loved it a whole lot thank youuuu. Hell yes to the gihussy and 💦

Now talk to me about how they feel about each other, how they act when they're together, date ideas, things they love doing for each other, and... sexytimes 👀

anon ur lowk my best friend. i'll share my personal hcs below, but before I just wanna plug this fic that in my mind is the closest manifestation to how I believe the two would interact. this author is amazing and every fic they've written for 457 is ART and if you're looking for a great read, this is it pookie ong ong

ANYWAYS ok ok lemme spit (go read it tho if you haven't already on GOD)

starting off with gi-hun, in my mind he's very demure when it comes to the relationship. behind closed doors he likes the domesticity, physicality and romantic gestures. REASONING BEING: i firmly believe gi-hun never would have married if not for societal and familial pressure, now whether or not its bc he's gay or not (i'm personally on the fence abt that) is up to y'alls discretion. but back to the original point: he had a very idealized view of marriage until he actually got married, and something broke inside him when his marriage failed, and in-ho knows that to some degree. I imagine on valentines or some other holiday, they're just sitting in the bedroom together in the dark, and gi-hun quietly divulges he used to do big romantic gestures like this with his wife, even when he didn't have a lot to offer until things got bad in the end, and it makes him SO tender and sensitive in private, let alone in public. HOWEVER i believe this only applies to gi-hun in korea. When they go on vacation or end up going to the US, he's much more comfortable with hand holding and displaying his ring on his finger instead of keeping it on a chain around his neck like he did in korea. THAT BEING SAID. he loves in-ho. in a deeper way than he loved his wife, and he knows it. the trust is deeper, and he's true to himself, which is something that he could never do before without being shamed for how pitiful he was. in-ho accepts him in that pitifulness an out and he loves him for it. the attraction to how handsome he is and his cute little mannerisms come after.

HOLY FUCK THAT WAS LONG WINDED SORRY

on the smaller side, gi-hun really likes in-ho's hair. i think he misses when his was longer, so he's always mussing it up with his fingers.

when not in peril, gi-hun (surprisingly) loves when in-ho makes his shitty dad jokes. he likes that he can laugh with him, feels freer when he does. he knows that between them there is nothing pre-conceived, they know the worst of each other, and gi-hun looks forward to the times coming where they learn the best.

gi-hun can't cook for shit, so he splurges on expensive pastries sometimes, as he learns in-ho has a sweet tooth.

like i was talking about previous, in korea their dates aren't elaborate, they are just colleagues or friends going out to dinner, celebrating something or other with drinks. however when they head to Thailand or the US or wherever else they decide, they do old men shit. sorry, still not that elaborate. they just go on strolls, go sight-seeing, birdwatching, etc. occasionally they get gussied up in purdy suits and go into high rise sugar daddy restaurants, but primarily they are doing old man shit outside of when they are fucking. they smooch and hold hands gayly tho ofc

because i am a generic loser, i side with the "in-ho is obsessed w gi-hun" camp bc a) its true and b) its true so.

i think in-ho's obsession to some degree is fueled by his guilt. we know from HDH he still has some belief deep down that gi-hun is right, and hopes he can prove him wrong in the long run. Thus, his obsession comes from watching every micro-fucking-movement he makes and hyper analyzing like a doofus. he doesn't realize until there's a little bit of separation that there was actually a decent chunk of his hyperfixation that was actually just into him lowkey. gi-hun is different from his late wife in nearly every way save the fucking. stubbornness. hard angles and naivety, but beautiful in his humanity, something in-ho lost when his wife died. he falls in love because gi-hun has enough humanity for both of them, in spite of everything. he brings him back to the simple, past the whiskey and jazz in his sterile habitat back to the noise, something he didn't know he missed.

in-ho likes doing romantic things. bouquets, expensive cufflinks, decorating the kitchen with shitty streamers on holidays, bringing breakfast in bed. at first gi-hun was very "no, no, you don't have to" but when in-ho genuinely, unironically pitches a fit about it when gi-hun carries his breakfast in bed to the kitchen to eat at the table, gi-hun lets him. if he's not bringing him breakfast in bed he's making gi-hun a plate but feeding him off of his.

UHHHH NSFW BELOW THE CUT

these 2 have surprisingly high libidos for their age, and this is not to feed my say gex bias guys trust, its because when they r finally away from the games, their bodies aren't in survival mode and r like "oh i can fuck now" so they r getting it on like at the very, VERY least twice a week.

i am a bottom gi-hun truther. i personally don't see in-ho being willing to offer himself sexually in that way (as in reamed in the ass), which works out well for them because gi-hun gets a lot more out of it bottoming, aka the vulnerability and closeness. he likes when in-ho is right in his face during missionary, sweating and chewing on his lip because at first he is so, so scared of hurting him. they eventually figure out their groove, and gi-hun comes to find out in-ho has a spit-thing. at first he thinks it's a biting kink, but then it starts getting into spit as lube territory, or just sucking all on his neck not even to leave marks necessarily, just to see the sheen on his skin. gi-hun is less embarrassed about the times he accidentally drools thanks to that

they don't be going crazy in any positions bc old men, and in-ho's shoulder is probably fucked up from getting shot, so they're pretty generic. it takes them a wile to figure out gi-hun is flexible for no fucking reason. just one night they fucking missionary, in-ho grabs the thighs, overbalances and BOOM gi-hun's knees are bracketing his fucking head like no problem. ended up being a wobbly-leg kinda night for the both of em

gi-hun is a talker during sex. he's always asking if in-ho feels good, exclaiming his own satisfaction, etc etc. in-ho talks too, but sparingly because he doesn't want to lose control and start grunting and huffing like a wild animal. it still happens every so often though, because c'mon who wouldn't lose their shit if all the sudden you find out you can basically bend your hubby like a pretzel.

sometimes though they'll be tired as fuck but still have a libido, those times they just kinda spoon and hump, not really worried about the mess so much. those are the nights they'll talk real affectionate to eachother, and fiddle with their rings after bc they are married idc what u say.

OK MAYBE i'll share some abo stuff later as bonus, but this is already SO MUCH LONGER than i meant it to be so I will bid y'all adieu.

[xxhexwolfxx]

Can I request dating headcanons for Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor wrapping his tail around his gn crush whether it's intentional or not please?

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓗𝓒𝓢

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for requesting. I hope that you enjoy. <3

DISCLAIMER: I used they/them for Haarlep. I really only used “you” for the reader. No mentions of gender. Not really proofread. Trying a new way to write hcs. Tell me if I need to change back! <3

WARNINGS: Just fluff.

CHARACTERS: Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor

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HAARLEP

Haarlep is very protective of you. It was surprising considering how they were, but they just didn’t want you to be in danger. You two were at the House of Hope as Raphael should be out doing whatever dastardly deeds he was doing. Haarlep was listening to you read to them, which they always enjoyed listening to. Your voice was very soothing to them which led them into a nap. Their soft snores filled the quiet room, as you admired them. Soon, you realized you were hungry and since Raphael was out, you thought you could just go get food. When you went to get up, Haarlep’s tail suddenly was wrapped around your waist. Haarlep was still asleep but still had that 6th sense for you. Their tail brought you back to the bed, pulling you straight into their arms. After a moment of struggling, you decided their arms were far too comfortable to pass this up and ended up falling asleep with their tail still wrapped around your waist. 

DAMMON

On the days when Dammon works, you visit him when you have the time. He always looked forward to seeing you, missing you even though he’d seen you the day before. Dammon always had some blush on his cheeks but always blamed it on the heat from the forge. Today you were sitting on a chair as he worked on your sword you somehow destroyed when practicing with it. He was listening to you complain about the goblins that tried to take over a town that was a little far away. He softly hummed and spoke a few words when he felt the need to. Suddenly, you went quiet and softly called his name. When he turned, he saw you closer to him with his tail wrapped around your wrist. The blush on his face immediately turned noticeable as he unwrapped his tail and immediately started to apologize which only led to you laughing. You gave him a soft smile which only made him even more flustered. 

ROLAN

Rolan sometimes invites you to his tower when he just wants your company. Today was one of those days. It was quiet as he was reading a book, which you just assumed was magical as Rolan was being quiet. Since he wasn’t paying attention to you, he didn’t notice you walk off to explore his library. Some magical, some normal, and some even dangerous you didn’t know what to pick. Then you noticed it, the book of which you have been looking for so long. It was the next book in the series of books you were reading. Little did you know, it was one of those dangerous books Rolan had strictly forbidden you to touch. As you reached up to grab it, you were suddenly grabbed by the waist and a worried Rolan was right beside you. You quickly realize his tail was wrapped around your waist, effectively trapping you beside him. After a few lectures and a check-over, you were planted right beside him as he read his magical book to you. His tail still wrapped around you tightly. 

ZEVLOR

Zevlor was walking alongside you as you guys did your rounds. It was nighttime, which meant a lot of people were asleep. Zevlor and you softly spoke to each other, soft giggles and smiles passing between each other. Finally, you guys took a break by a tree. When you weren’t looking, Zevlor found himself taking glances at you, admiring how you looked and how you smiled. Of course, he would quickly look away before you could look at him. It was quiet between you two, a comfortable quiet. Before both of you realize it, Zevlor’s tail was suddenly around your waist. It was warm and heavy yet comfortable. When you look at Zevlor, you realized the Tiefling was blushing. Zevlor pulls you closer, right beside him so he can pull you closer with his arm. The rest of the night Zevlor’s tail didn’t leave you once. 

[nottivagos]

Just read your last stalker! Carlos post and oh my days 😻 anyway just some more headcannons or drabbles for him pls 🙏 also I absolutely love your work!!

Welcome Notti's "Not So Innocent" Notebook where I write some filth to make your Wednesday a little bit better <3 || 18+ mdni pls and ty

an: oh nonnie... you're in for a treat with these headcanons... these are more into carlos's psyche or atleast, my interpretation of it. <3

taglist: @orangeblossomsintheair - thank u von for brainstorming these with me :)

Stalker!Carlos - "The Golden Son"

Carlos has always gotten what he wanted when he wanted it. Basically spoon fed privileges and demands all his life by his parents, so when it comes to having you all to himself it's the same. If he wants you, he'll get you. No questions asked.

So when he eventually kidnap you and you ultimately fall for him, he obviously sees it as an opportunity to introduce you to his parents! This is a great opportunity for you to meet your forever family, right? Carlos did cut you off from your parents, it was an action of care you didn't need them when you had him. He only wanted you to be happy in this "forever ever after" he'd created. You may as well make his parents your mama and papa too, right?

Wrong! You're ecstatic, you can't wait to tell them what their son has done and get him arrested once and for all. The only problem.. Getting Carlos distracted so he's not glued to you. He knew something was up from the way your eyes lit up as you basically bolted for his parent's door. Poor bunny, so beautifully scared, running to anyone for help.

However, this all backfires when they exclaimed to you about how "privileged you are to be the girlfriend of their wonderful son". You try to reason with them to which Carlos’s eyes darken angrily in response to you nearly being a blabbermouth on your situation. When you catch eyes with him, your skin becomes pale with fear and your eyes widen in shock of their ignorance. And he just replies with a smile, wrapping a large arm around your waist before pressing a loving kiss against your temple.

How I imagine the conversation to go down afterwards when you're both in your shared bedroom for the evening:

"you puta! how dare you try and open your mouth." he hissed in your face, before slapping it with such might, expression contorted into rage. "me and you were meant to be together," he sounds so confident, so sure that you're meant to be with him. it confuses you. you love him, of course you do, your life is great! but this isn't Carlos. this is some monster, a wolf growling at your bunny as it bares its sharp molars at you, getting ready for the kill. "you're happy, aren't you?" harsh interrogatives follow as you become a trembling mess, confused by his sudden change in attitude, the sheer fright in your expression at his explosive anger. he comes to grab your jaw, silencing you as you go to speak, to plead, anything. he's offended that you have the nerve to challenge him in any way, "not another word." he warns, voice low as his nails sink into your flesh, the piercing sensation and grip of you nearly turning you to tears. "if you ruin this for us, then i'll ruin you." the comment is bold as he whispers it with such malice, such cruelty in his actions, hot breath fanning against your plush lips, as he shoves you away with an irritated huff. (should i make this an actual fic)

Stalker!Carlos - Romantic Delusions

I feel like the whole "kidnapping" ordeal for Carlos was a downward spiral into some form of psychopathy.

It started tame. These things always do. You were new to the neighbourhood and Carlos was smitten. Ever heard of the red string theory? He took that theory of being soulmates and being "destined for each other" and put the whole theory on steroids. He's built up this messed up romantic delusion in his head that as soon as you're kidnapped and in his care forever that you'll instantly fall for him.

Well. When that doesn't happen he's confused. You'd crossed paths all the time before this "new life". He purposefully switches the mail in your mailbox JUST so you'll have to speak to him. He purposefully cuts the flowers in your flowerbeds so HE can knock on your door and give you more, JUST to see that gentle face light up at the shrubs he's gifted you.

The confusion makes him angry. Maybe that's why he's so aggressive with you when you try to escape in your early days of being "his girlfriend". Maybe that's why he has to drug you senseless so you follow his every word. Maybe that's why he's a hopelessly romantic freak. He's so deluded that he's built this haven away from civilisation so he can live in his dreams. In your dreams. Together, and forever always.

like stalker!carlos? fancy sending me an ask in my inbox so that you can be included in my notebook! - notti <3

[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

have you ever given samjess headcanons before? 🥺👉👈

hiiiii I love making myself sad about Sam and Jess so here we go:

Sam doesn't like to make a big deal out of his birthday and Jess never pushes him to. On Jess' birthday, she never receives one big gift from Sam, its always a gift bag filled with tiny, carefully wrapped presents that Sam bought throughout the year, little things that they passed in a shop window and Jess smiled at, or things that just made him think of her.

If Sam and Jess had got married Sam would have taken her last name. It would have felt like a way to truly leave hunting behind.

Mentioned this in another headcanon ask but Sam and Jess read The Lord of the Rings together, they would alternate reading a chapter each out loud. Jess went full ham with the voices. The other part to that not in that ask is that Jess had a really lovely illustrated complete copy of LoTR that got destroyed in the fire, except a tiny fragment of an illustration of Gadreel, which Sam takes and keeps in his wallet.

This is kinda a bonus Sam/Brady headcanon but it involves Jess so it goes here. Knowing that Brady's body was used to kill Jess and that (knowing demons) he was probably awake when the demon did it haunts Sam. Sometimes he wakes up sobbing in the middle of the night just thinking about how frightened both of them must have been.

Sam romantically loves other people after Jess, he loved Amelia, he loved blurry spouse. But he never stops loving her.

They had talked about having kids, but neither of them were sure they wanted them. They weren't in any rush to decide. Jess does joke that if they did have kids they would be the tallest kids in the world.

They did however want at least two dogs.

Jess was always trying to persuade Sam to let her paint a portrait of him, but he felt too awkward about it. He regrets not saying yes.

Jess was a terrible cook, but a great baker.

This

[maruyaaya]

some of my random neomachus headcanons bc i think abt them a lot while writing and sometimes just scrawl random notes like these in my notes app

neo is two years older than telemachus (it’s so hard to put greek mythology on a timeline but the way it makes the most sense to me is that achilles and deidamia have neo when achilles is 15 and then 2 years later, the trojan war starts and 17 year old achilles and 18/19 year old patroclus go to war. telemachus is born at round the start of the trojan war since he is 20 when odysseus returns and his journey took 20 years. so in the war’s tenth year, neo is 12 and telemachus is 10. so in my neomachus fic, neo is 22 and telemachus is 20)

neo is taller. neo has his father’s build so he’s tall and lean like achilles. i think telemachus takes after odysseus' height and he's rather short (still a little bit taller than odysseus though)

both neo and telemachus look like their fathers but with their mothers colourings. neo has deidamia’s red hair but achilles’ hazel eyes. telemachus has penelope’s blue eyes but odysseus’ brown hair.

sparring is their love language. neo wins nearly every single time, but it's a way for them to show affection

telemachus is a words of affirmation love language while neo is an acts of service love language

telemachus is really into physical touch. he’ll just randomly put his arm around neo’s shoulders or something like that and neo will fucking blue screen

modern au neo only listens to like mcr and føb. telemachus is a paramore stan. if they were on stantwt, they would hate each other—they'd get into so many stan wars and they'd be pqrting each other with death threats. telemachus would probably write a cancel thread on neo. then they'd fall in love and e-date

neo is surprisingly clingy and jealous. he def has attachment issues so whenever he sees telemachus getting along with someone (which is often bc telemachus is very charismatic and likeable), he starts to get all huffy and pouty. i think they'd probably fight over this bc telemachus hates it when neo is jealous, but neo can't help it

they bond over daddy issues. both of them had absent fathers and they love to talk shit abt their dads (they do love their dads, but sometimes it's aggravating)

neo is the epitome of guard dog privilege. he has resting bitch face and he constantly looks like he has murder on the mind. nobody dares to approach him and telemachus when neo is scowling

neo is very musically inclined while telemachus is tone deaf and it is the funniest thing ever to me. i imagine nobody has ever told telemachus that he's tone deaf so he honestly has no idea. neo will never ever tell him

on the other hand, i imagine telemachus being artistically inclined while neo cannot even draw a stick figure. idk i just really love the idea of them both being talented in different art forms. i think telemachus would be pretty good at writing as well, but he has godawful printing while neo has small, neat printing

telemachus is very charismatic while neo is very socially awkward and struggles with social cues. telemachus likes to fuck with him and tease him because neo is very oblivious. neo will never pick up on telemachus’ flirting. he has to hear I Am In Love With You in order to understand that telemachus is seriously flirting with him

TELEMACHUS IS SO TOTALLY A BOOK LOVER he reads like 100 books a year and he loves to read every genre though he particularly loves fantasy as well as litfic. if this is a modern au, i feel like neo is not a reader but instead is a film snob. they’re the goodreads x letterboxd dynamic

speaking of, telemachus would totally be a horror enjoyer to me. he just finds it so fun. i think neo also enjoys horror but not as much as telemachus

SO MANY OF THESE HAVE BEEN MODERN AU IM SORRY idk i just really love thinking abt modern au headcanons those are so fun ok ill leave this at that for now