#michael gavey headcanons

[humanpurposes]

So thrilled you’re taking requests! I love winter themed fics this time of year. I’m requesting modern Aemond (if not allowed then Michael Gavey) + stuck in this cabin until the storm passes/come sit by the fireplace. As much smut as you’d like with maybe a teeny bit of angst?

Thank you for taking requests, I know they will all be lovely

A/n: Took the liberty of making this a Michael Gavey request 😈 Also this gif is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!! Shoutout @barbieaemond and all the other amazing gif makers on here. These guys are such an integral part of fandom and they deserve all our love, appreciation and credit ❤️✨

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+, slight angst, handjob, thigh riding (ish), Michael Gavey being awkard, but not quite a virgin

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“Fucking skiing holiday. Should have fucking known this would be a fucking disaster.” 

Michael’s foul mouth hardly phases you anymore. When you first met him you thought he’d be a shy type of guy, with his baby blue shirts, cargos and wire frame glasses he kept pushing up with his middle finger.

You’d quickly found that he wasn’t at all like you expected. He can be abrasive, often judgemental and vulgar, not so unlike your other friends but with Michael it seems to come from a place of unashamed honesty. You sort of admire him for it.

He’s pacing the small living room and kitchen of the cabin, furiously fiddling with his mobile. You’re kneeling by the wood burning stove, hovering a lighter by the kindling in the hopes that you can light a proper fire.

You’re surprised he agreed to go on this trip at all. 

You have a few friends who do Maths, and at the start of second year they started inviting Michael to the pub on the weekends. You recognised him from your trips to the library, where he’d usually sit alone after his friend ditched him for Felix Catton.

They’d been all talking about a skiing trip between Christmas and New Year, to this little Italian village in the Alps. You didn’t— and still don’t— actually know how to ski, but spending a few nights in a cabin in the mountains, surrounded by snow sounded like a dream. Michael had been sceptical at first but you’d managed to convince him to come when you said you’d need someone to keep you company when the others were on the slopes.

The others had all gone out as soon as you arrived, leaving Michael to get settled in the cabin.

But it’s turned out to be somewhat of a nightmare. It’s too dark to actually see the snow storm but you can hear it, shrieking and howling against the walls and windows of the cabin. You have no service, no central heating, just the small assortment of snacks you had brought with you, a packet of paprika crisps, a bar of chocolate and a prosciutto sandwich you’d bought back at the main resort, back down the mountain, back in civilisation.

“Fuck, fuck fuck!”

“What now?” You ask, still focused on the fire.

“Mobile’s fucking dead. Shit! I have a charger in my bag but the bloody electricity isn’t fucking working so I can’t fucking charge it!”

You smile to yourself as the kindling catches alight and the flames start to lick at the larger logs.

You glance over your shoulder as Michael tosses his phone on the sofa, runs his hands through his hair and catches his lower lip with his teeth.

“I have plenty of charge on mine,” you say, “I’ll turn it off to save the battery and we can see if the service is working in the morning?”

Michael stares at you for a lingering moment. He can be so intense sometimes, almost unsettlingly so. “You want us to stay here all night?” he says softly.

“People know we’re here. I’m sure someone from the resort will come up when they can. Until then, we just have to wait out the storm.”

He tuts, but he knows you don’t have any other options.

You sit together with your backs against the sofa so that you can be as close to the fire as possible. The heat pleasantly burns your face and skin through your jeans and jumper. Even then, where your arm presses against Michael’s, you feel the warmth of his body beside you. 

You grab the crisps and the sandwich out of your bag, offering them both to Michael. He only takes a handfuls of crisps and when you split the sandwich in two he takes the smaller half. You offer him more of the chocolate bar but he insists he’s not hungry. You frown at that. It might not be a Crunchie, but Michael never turns down chocolate. 

“How was your Christmas?” You ask, popping a square of chocolate on your tongue.

“Fine,” he says, looking down at his hands, “had dinner with my dad and my nan, went to see my mum on Boxing Day.”

Guilt twinges in your chest. “Are your parents not together?”

“Oh no, they split up a long time ago,” he says, like it should have been obvious.

“I’m sorry.”

He turns to face you, staring intensely. “Why would you be sorry?” 

“Because I didn’t realise.”

He smiles. You think it’s because he knows you’re nervous. “I’ve been splitting Christmases between my parents every year since I was twelve, I’m well used to it now.”

The topic doesn’t seem to phase him. He takes another crisp from the packet and looks into the fire as he crunches it between his teeth.

The low light reminds you of the nights you’ve sat opposite him in the King’s Arms in Oxford, all the times you’ve been tipsy off wine spritzers and found yourself trying not to make it obvious that you’re staring at him. He’s handsome, especially up close when you can see the details of his face, his lips, his surprisingly pretty eyelashes, the little cleft on the tip of his nose.

When his eyes turn towards you, you think your heart might leap out of your chest.

You take a quick breath, eyes darting around the room, at the fire, the pile of logs beside the stove, the sprinkling of ashes on the floor, but it seems inevitable that you’ll find your way back to him.

“Why did they split up?”

Michael raises his eyebrows but keeps his face solemn. “She left him for someone else.”

“Oh,” is all you can think of to say. 

“It happens,” he says. “People always want to find something better. My dad was never the most exciting guy to be around.”

“But what about you?”

He huffs a laugh to himself. “I’m not exactly enticing company either.”

You can’t tell if you just want the conversation to end or if you should say something else.

“It’s not something I can fix,” Michael says. One of his hands rests on his thigh and he slowly flexes it so the tendons shift beneath his skin. “And it’s not something that needs to be fixed. People come in and out of your life, but you move on. That’s just the way it is.”

He’s almost hunched over himself, with his chin tilted down and his glasses sliding down towards the end of his nose. 

You’d seen him in the pub once, back in first year, with that friend of his, Oliver Quick. Oliver had gone up to the bar and ended up sitting with Felix Catton and his band of admirers. You’d watched Michael leave the pub and remember your heart shattering for him, for this boy you didn’t even know.

Now, stuck in this cabin, snow swirling past the windows, the sound of the fire crackling a few feet in front of you, and Michael’s side pressed against yours, your heart shatters all over again.

You place your hand over his, and he instantly stops moving. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re great.”

Michael tries not to smile. “You don’t need to flatter me,” he says.

You curl your fingers over his hand and tighten your grip. His eyes meet yours and you feel yourself frowning, because he doesn’t understand, because he doesn’t see himself the same way you see him. 

“I mean it. You’re funny, even when you don’t even mean to be, and honest, and straightforward…”

You glance down at his lips, slightly parted as he listens to you. It crosses your mind to lean in closer, but something stops you.

“I really love that we’re friends,” you say.

Michael looks down at your hands. His lips are pressed together.

He doesn’t want this, you think. He doesn’t want me.

So you pull away, with a little smile to keep it friendly.

He blinks a few times as he looks back at your face. “Thanks,” he says, softly. 

He stands, and you don’t think you can bear to look at him as he moves towards the hallway that leads to the bedrooms.

You turn your attention to the fire, add another log for good measure and poke at the glowing embers in its heart.

You hear movement behind you, footsteps and fabric.

When you look back you see Michael has his arms full with pillows and blankets. He layers some of the blankets on the rug, and soon he has two makeshift beds, one on the sofa and one on the floor.

“What’s this?” You ask.

“We’ll freeze in the bedrooms without the heating, we might as well make use of the fire.”

It’s a good call, and now that you have somewhere to sleep you start to realise how tired you are. 

You rummage through your suitcase and pull out a pair of pyjamas you got for Christmas. Michael changes in one of the bedrooms and comes back in one of his maths pun t-shirts and a pair of red and black bottoms. 

You go to lie in the bed on the floor but Michael puts his hand on your shoulder and insists you sleep on the sofa.

Even with the heat of the fire on your face and the blanket pulled up to your chin, you can’t stop shaking. Your limbs are frozen and your skin is tight, but it feels deeper set than that. You feel the cold in your chest like a fever.

It feels like hours have passed and you still can’t sleep.

“I can hear your teeth chattering,” Michael’s voice grumbles below you. You peer down over the edge of the sofa. He’s turned away from you, towards the fire. You hadn’t even realised he was still awake.

“It’s fucking cold,” you say, wincing at the quiver in your voice.

Michael shifts to his other side so he’s facing you. You’ve never really seen him without his glasses, and he looks completely different, somehow softer, not as harsh.

“We’ll be warmer if we, if we share,” he says quietly.

His suggestion weighs heavy in the space between you, unless it’s just in your head. You can already imagine yourself pressed against him, feeling the warmth from his body and letting it sink into yours.

You don’t trust yourself not to try something stupid either.

You take the blanket with you. The floorboards are piercing against your bare soles so you step on the balls of your feet, quickly slotting yourself by Michael’s side, on the layers of blankets. 

He’s facing you now, your noses must only be inches apart and you feel his breath running over your cheek.

You try to steady your own breathing, but it only makes your heart beat faster.

You see his neck move as he swallows. “Come here,” he mutters, and brings his arm around you, pressing his palm to your back to pull you closer into his chest.

You let your arm drape over his side and your legs intertwine with his. You need the heat, tucking your head in under his chin and resting the side of your face against him.

You move with the rise and fall of his chest, breathe in the scent of him with every breath, hear his heartbeat against your ear.

If you shifted your head slightly, your lips would meet the base of his throat.

Want tightens and lingers in your stomach, but curled up under Michael’s arm, you let its dull ache soothe you to sleep.

You wake slowly, opening your eyes to cold sunlight glaring through the windows. In your haste to get warm last night, you had apparently forgotten to draw the curtains. All you see on the other side is white, the snow now settled and piled high.

The fire has long since died and the air is colder than it was when you fell asleep, sharp as you take a breath through your nose.

It’s still warm where your cheek meets Michael’s chest, where his hand rests against your back and your bodies are pressed together.

It feels good to be so close to him. He’s still asleep, as far as you can tell. You hear the heavy sound of his breathing, air fluttering in his throat and passing through his pouted lips.

As you start to become more aware, more awake, a warm wanting stirs in your gut and between your legs.

It’s a stupid little crush, one you’ve not been able to distract yourself from these last few months.

You start to trace your fingertips over his chest, feeling where his chest is hard, then soft, and remember everything you said to him the night before, and what you perhaps should have said.

You nuzzle your face in closer to him, to the clean scent of his t-shirt and something else that is so uniquely him.

You try to stay like this for as long as possible, even if it’s torture not to want more.

“You’re moving a lot,” he mutters. You feel his voice rumbling in his chest and humming against your head like it’s a part of you.

Only when you freeze do you realise you’ve been rocking your hips, every hint of friction you get against the fabric of your pyjamas only fueling your hunger. But you’ve stopped now, resting your palm against his stomach.

“I’m cold,” you say.

“Hmm,” he says, resting his lips and his chin against your head, over your hair, “I don’t feel cold.”

The low rasp of his voice only makes you want him more.

The lingering haze of sleep must be clouding your judgement, your sense.

You tilt your head up, brushing your lips over his throat like you’d imagined. You feel him shudder, and feel his stomach tighten under your touch.

He utters your name in a breathless whisper as he paws at your back and pushes his hips into yours. His arousal is evident, hard and pressing to your centre through two layers of fabric.

And then he pauses, and his hand slips away.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says.

You drag your hand down a little further, to slip under his t-shirt and feel the ridges of his surprisingly toned stomach, just above the waistband of his bottoms. “Why are you sorry, Michael?”

“I don’t know, I just…” he huffs in frustration as his hand returns to your body, gripping at your waist through your shirt.

You start to snag your fingers on the waistband, and realise he’s forgone wearing any boxers to bed. “Do you want me to help you?” You whisper, unable to hold back a grin.

“Yes, fuck, please,”

A whine sounds in his throat as you shift his bottoms down just enough to free his cock, and close your hand around it. He’s bigger than you expected, long and thick, heavy, hard and soft-skinned as you stroke, up, down, up, down.

You enjoy the feel of him, run your thumb over his weeping tip as he starts to pant and try to hold back his moans, leaning against you and ghosting his lips against your temple.

You only feel yourself becoming more and more desperate. You hook your leg over his, grinding your core against his thigh. Sparse sparks of pleasure course through your body, not enough for a release, but it still feels good.

You tilt your head again, eagerly pressing your lips to his. He seems taken by surprise at first, but meets you with clumsy enthusiasm. He kisses you like it might save him from something. Once or twice he seems to lose track, dragging his lips to the corner of your mouth only to pull you back into him.

The movements become more and more frantic, your hand pumping Michael’s cock, his hips bucking under your touch.

“Fuck,” he hisses against your lips, “I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close.”

You rock particularly hard against his thigh, and he brings his hand to your rear, squeezing at your flesh and urging you on.

You tease your lips against the shell of his ear, smiling at the wanton noise he makes as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“Are you gonna cum for me Michael?” You whisper as you up the pace.

“Please,” he grunts, “please…” and suddenly he’s moaning against your skin, holding you tightly as you feel his cock pulse in your hand as he spills over your fingers and knuckles.

You quickly move your head back so you can look at him, eyes fluttered shut, jaw slack and tongue just peeking out from behind his teeth.

“You’re so pretty,” you say quietly.

He blinks his eyes open, looking down at you with a dazed smile. “You think I’m pretty?”

“So fucking pretty,” you say, with another drag against his thigh.

He hums, low and cryptic in his chest. “Do you need some help there?”

Before you can answer he’s slipped his hand underneath your pyjamas. He cups your bare, wet cunt, lightly circling over your clit with the tip of his finger.

“Fuck you’re soaked,” he mutters, all but teasing your lips as he leans in to kiss you. “Got yourself all worked up, hmm?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, “fuck, don’t tease me, please…”

“Now, sweetheart,” he coos as he presses more firmly against you, hastening his movements so your breath catches in your throat. “We might still have a few hours before anyone comes to get us, and I can think of more than a few ways to pass the time.”

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[myfandomprompts]

Hey, I saw you did what Ewan's characters would be like with a girl daughter. And I admit that my curiosity was: What would each of Ewan's characters react to an unexpected pregnancy? Or announcement of a pregnancy

Or, opening new horizons, what would each person's relationship be like with their wife/girlfriend when they were pregnant? (if you want to use the reader for this part)

(I'm sorry if you're not accepting requests or something)

Hi! Thank you for the ask and it's truly okay and wonderful!

Headcanons: How would EwanVerse characters react to unexpected pregnancy?

Abraham

He hadn't even planned to stay with you, his only focus was on earning his place among the gypsies. Yes, he lied to himself about liking you, about being obsessed even, but at least he had managed to keep his emotions at bay. Until now. When he learns of your pregnancy, he gets mad, takes time for himself to think. Then he sees how miserable he had made you and his turmoil quickly turns into guilt. He can't stay away from you for long, let alone hurt you. You could be together after all, happy, and hell, that baby is his. What other beautiful manner to make his claim on you is there?

Aemond

War was raging, and he took you as his companion because he could, because as Prince Regent, no one will dare say a word against it. He had needs, impulses both of sinful nature and quiet affection, and you were meeting each of them perfectly. But when you don't bleed for two moons, he finally realises why he chose you, why he didn't 't care about being careful: he wanted you for himself, and having you round with his child would be the ultimate prize. You and the baby would be untouchable.

Billy Taylor

He feared it was going to happen. He had heard the stories so many times : people around with too much passion which caused unexpected things to happen ruined their lives, even reputations. It had scared him as much as elated him when he got to be with you, to touch you everywhere. And now, with the news of you pregnancy and amidst thinking of a way to tell his mother, he finds out that he would do it all again, thousand times over if life allowed it. He would be so very happy with your child.

Billy Washington

He wasn't supposed to have met with you again, or even to hook up. You, the ex he had a hard time forgetting about. But he guesses that once you harbour feelings for someone, it never really goes away. When you tell him, he is awestruck, not believing it, even asking you if it's his. It takes weeks for him to wrap his head around it, thinking what the hell he's going to do then he decides. Decides that he was delusional thinking he could live without you for a while, and that he won't let you go again. He never stopped loving you, and that baby will make everything right.

Ettore

You're just his neighbour, the only one who gets him, who sees him for what he is. He actually doesn't care about what people think of him, or what you think about him. Or maybe just a little. But he likes how you let him do things to you others wouldn't. When you tell him, he stays silent for a while, expressionless. "So?" he tells you, and when you slam the door in his face, he tries to convinced himself that he doesn't care. But in truth he can't stop thinking about it. About what it would feel like to have something as... precious with someone. How foreign it seems to him.

Genyen

He doesn't understand: you said you were fine with him being "just a friend", that you didn't want more, and it suited him fine. So why were you telling him that now? He can't do anything for you, he has nothing, even if he would like to. He would, truly, he finds himself thinking, provide for you if he could, for the baby. But it's the way you look at him with those shiny eyes and a hand on your belly that make him abandon any idea of disappearing on you. He'll stay, whatever you say he is to you.

Michael Gavey

He is euphoric. You're the girl of his dreams, and it seems surreal. He can give you everything you want, provide for you like you've never been cared for before, you don't need to be anxious about it all. He reassures you at once, already scheduling how you'll manage to graduate and have a beautiful baby at the same time, your baby. He won't ever let you go, and is already planning for the second one.

Osferth

You're the lady he can't believe he has, and when you announce that you're carrying his child, he can't help but feel guilty. He has promised himself never to sire a child, a bastard's bastard, and now he had brought shame on you. You would have been better without him, really, better with someone worthy of you. If only he had been more careful. What if you died in labour? What if the baby died? It's with those dark thoughts that he snaps out of it and decides that he will look after you until then. He will pray for you and the baby, be there for the both of you until life takes him.

Tom Bennett

He isn't even surprised, you're his girl after all. It's not like he had planned it, but it was bound to happen at some point. Deep down, Tom is a family man, always taking care of his folks, a fact he is finally brutally made aware of when you tell him the news and a warm feeling fills his chest. Now he just have to find a way to get you a ring. Maybe he'll have to steal it?

Will

It wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to get sick of him like everybody eventually did, and he was supposed to remain detached. But then here you are, saying you want to keep it and he allows himself to hope. Hope that maybe you truly love him, that maybe he'll finally have something of his own, something to share with you. Maybe he'll be able to let his guard down, like he always longed to. With this news, he felt like he wouldn't be hurt anymore.

I excluded Hoodie, Jack, Jason & Poacher.

[madalos24]

Michael Gavey si en el futuro tuviera una hija 😆

Esto hace que no pueda evitar pensar que Michael podría tener una fotocopiadora por pene, solo imagina el headcanon de él siendo papá. Si su bebé fuera niño se vería casi igual a él: mismo cabello, mismos ojos, etc; si su bebé fuera niña (su pequeña princesa) sería igual al anterior solo que con rasgos un poco más finos... IMGANINEN QUE TENGA GEMELOS AAAAHH, sin embargo un gusto que si o si adquieran sería el amor por esas barras crujientes de chocolate 😆

Amaré a la persona que creó ese fanart

base on the scene with crunchie bar

[ichorkurt]

ficrecs masterlist ii.

welcome to my second ficrecs masterlist! find my main blog @ichorai. find my own fics here.

below the cut includes jujutsu kaisen, lord of the rings, saltburn, the halcyon, marvel, game of thrones, house of the dragon, prisoners, world on fire, dc, doctor who, scott pilgrim, succession, harry potter, the boys, interview with the vampire, gangsta, and arcane fics!

jujutsu kaisen.

jujutsu kaisen men in the world of work by @drak3n

ೃ⁀➷ naoya zenin.

only a fool for you by @mochimoshis

ೃ⁀➷ satoru gojo.

intertwined, sewn together by @kiwicider

luxury & lingerie by @celestie0

ೃ⁀➷ suguru geto.

the guy i lost my virginity to is stalking me by @gorehsk

lord of the rings.

ೃ⁀➷ legolas.

watcher of wanderers by @entishramblings

saltburn.

ೃ⁀➷ michael gavey.

the golden ratio by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

midpoint by @asumofwords

mine all mine by @humanpurposes

the poetry of logical ideas by @sylasthegrim

stick it out to the end by @aemondsbabe

the halcyon.

ೃ⁀➷ billy taylor.

one more tomorrow by @tomhiddleston

marvel.

ೃ⁀➷ kurt wagner.

bamf babies by @bamfkeeper

for love, we sin the most by @larcenywrites

kurt's instincts are still flaring... you know just how to help by @/bamfkeeper

parents by @/bamfkeeper

untitled by @dinogoofymutated

untitled by @dreaming-tonite

untitled by @kayesfanfics

untitled by @sanguineterrain

ೃ⁀➷ logan howlett.

logan's reaction when you wear one of his shirts by @periprose

ೃ⁀➷ peter parker.

untitled by @forever-rogue

game of thrones / house of the dragon.

pregnancy headcanons by @princessbellecerise

ೃ⁀➷ gwayne hightower.

& now i'm covered in you by @swordgrace

ೃ⁀➷ jacaerys velaryon.

hunger games au by @maidragoste

lotus bloom by @hxtd

ೃ⁀➷ jaime lannister.

the best fit by @casterladyrock

war has changed by @villaingaze

prisoners.

ೃ⁀➷ david loki.

blood bond by @davidlcki

sfw alphabet by @charliehoennam

tall, dark, and handsome by @rebelliousstories

world on fire.

ೃ⁀➷ tom bennett.

best intentions by @/ewanmitchellcrumbs

rocking the boat by @ultraintrovertedgryffindor

dc.

attractive things they do ... without realizing by @ahqkas

ೃ⁀➷ adrian chase.

five times vigilante definitely does not have feelings (and one time he does) by @tropes-and-tales

helluva drug by @lysenfeu

hot venom by @jangofctts

never been kissed by @training4theapocalypse

thirsty by @/training4theapocalypse

ೃ⁀➷ bruce wayne.

clingy mornings by @kurogxrix

wife on repeat by @bat-mom-writer

ೃ⁀➷ dick grayson.

sunset anew by @/sanguineterrain

doctor who.

ೃ⁀➷ eleventh doctor.

cold feet by @undiscovered-horizon

dangerous habits by @social-mockingbird

a day in by @cloginthedrain

my john by @watchoutforthefanfics

safest place in the universe by @holly-the-trash-writer

set things right by @pastanest

ticking love bomb by @/watchoutforthefanfics

scott pilgrim.

ೃ⁀➷ kim pine.

right next door by @writersbarrierblock

ೃ⁀➷ wallace wells.

untitled by @twiixr4kidz

untitled by @/twiixr4kidz

succession.

their marriage proposal by @romeulusroy

ೃ⁀➷ lukas matsson.

normal people by @the-west-meadow

ೃ⁀➷ roman roy.

baby by @richeeduvie

being roman roy's personal assistant (and his obsession) would include... by @senselessviolets

gossamer by @/romeulusroy

i'm annoying by @bowieandqueen11

movie by @eeveebitches

right where you left me by @aurorag98

smile like you mean it by @cvrnelians

this hope is trecherous by @aprilthearcher

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

wedding prep by @/richeeduvie

harry potter.

ೃ⁀➷ cormac mclaggen.

finders keepers by @/training4theapocalypse

ೃ⁀➷ fred weasley.

anything by @ibbythebee

beloved, besotted, betrothed by @emeritusemeritus

the boys.

ೃ⁀➷ black noir.

i want to f**k you like an animal by @dollerinna

interview with the vampire.

dating headcanons by @tomriddleslovergirl

untitled by @steph-speaks

ೃ⁀➷ lestat de lioncourt.

gold, and gold again by @theawfuledges

gangsta.

initiation by @imperatorkhaleesi

ೃ⁀➷ nicolas brown.

untitled by @dollwrites

arcane.

ೃ⁀➷ viktor.

my atlantis, we fall by @strangefilms

[fonteyn]

sweet lips like pink lemonade (when he's feeling generous he'll give me taste)

Pairing: Michael Gavey x afab!reader, no use of y/n. Warnings: Smut. Minors do not interact. +18 rating. Read on AO3.

Author's note: So. this isn't as much of a proper fic, it's more of a fever dream headcanon I had to write down.

*Images are purely for their aesthetic sentiment and not reflective of any particular descriptions of reader inserts.

**nobody look at me. enjoy!

Word count: 1.6k.

It was a Friday like any other during the Oxford term. Students flooded every bar near the campus, drinking their weight in beer with fearsome abandon, trying to forget how exams were getting closer and closer and the grades they needed to recover to make it through to the next year.

You, though, had been getting used to a different kind of normalcy. 

Soon enough, your boyfriend of a few months would arrive to hang out in your room. He'd always bring the food and, in exchange, you'd offer him tales of your week along with the easy intimacy you had found in each other as of late. 

This time, when Michael Gavey arrives at your dorm room, he finds you lying belly down on your bed, reading a book for one of your classes and just. Freezes. Already flushed and embarrassed and yearning for you. 

It had been a long week. With exams approaching, he barely saw you other than in two quick visits you paid him at the library, on which you pecked him on the lips, talked for less than five minutes, and were soon forced to leave or else you’d risk being late for your next class. During weekdays, he tried to remain laser-focused on his tasks, so much so that he sometimes forgot to eat as he got through endless papers and exercise lists. On the other hand, every time he saw you, he couldn’t help but feel a larger-than-life, disgusting, and too-big want for you, distracting him from everything else. 

He knows you like him, especially given that you made a point to reassure him about it so often. He thinks you might even love him at some point. 

Nonetheless, he couldn't help but think about how you’d react if you knew the truth. 

That what he felt was more than simple affection, an easy enjoyment of your company. 

What he felt was overwhelming and all-consuming, keeping him up for hours at night, heart racing thinking of your smile, planning ahead conversation starters and factoids he thought would be interesting to you, marveling about the increasingly easy ways you showed affection.

How your hand would reach to touch his knee under the table at dinner. The times you’d hide your nose on his chest, hugging him to protect yourself from cold weather. The times you’d position yourself behind him and massage his neck when you knew he had been studying for hours without ever so much as getting up once. You always managed to break his focus with minimal effort. 

Tonight, when he lays eyes on you, he is once again flooded with that overwhelming greed, accentuated by how you are wearing just one of his 'math pun’ shirts which you took home with you after spending the night in his room a few weeks prior. He fails at not staring, but the hem is hitting your thighs at the absolute perfect length so he can have a peek at your panties.

He lays down by your side, pretending not to be bored. And frankly, he didn't stand a chance. From the moment he saw you, he was aware of his cock growing hard. You innocently think he's just going to keep you company while you finish the last chapter of your planned reading for the night and then you can hang out together.

But. It's nearly impossible to focus when you can feel his gaze burning on your ass. He barely makes a sound, however soon enough you feel the warmth of his fingers starting to trace the hem of your/his shirt. And soon after, he touches the edges of your panties. Unknowingly playing with your emotions as he grazes a finger just underneath the elastic and then retreats. 

He keeps doing this for a few minutes, still silent, eyes closed, almost like he's meditating. You're stuck, trying to read the same paragraph over and over, without absorbing a word. 

"These are cute", he says, quietly. 

An edge in his voice, and before you know it, it's as if something in him snaps. He moves to his knees. 

He's got his hands massaging your ass and his nose gliding on the back of your thighs, leaving kisses here and there, so soft you can barely feel. Just enough to make your body stand alert, preparing for his next move. 

Despite this, any awareness goes out of the window because you simply don’t expect him to shove his nose right there in your clothed pussy from behind. Mouthing on your lips, kissing and licking and moaning against you until you don't know if your panties are wet from his saliva or your juices.

And though you want to drop everything right there and then, you can't. Through strokes and licks and moans he manages to say: “No, no, baby. Just keep reading, don’t mind me.”

But he doesn’t stop or grant you mercy, as his hands spread your ass to give him more room to continue kissing your pussy through the fabric of your panties. Pausing only a couple of times to bite the curve of your ass, or take in your scent. 

One of the many things you loved about Michael was how shameless he allowed himself to be in adoration of your body. How openly he wore his hunger for you. With clear infinite want.

You can tell his hips start rutting against the mattress as he worships you. And you are breathless, wanting just as bad to feel him without any barriers between you. 

He stays like that, kissing your panties, running his nose across your clothed pussy, humming and biting the delicate skin of your butt cheeks until you finally have enough and decide to beg.

"Mikey, pleaaase, put me out of my misery, take off my panties, honey." 

Never in your life had you whined like that to a man. And it strikes you like a bolt of lightning that the only one who managed to drag anything like that out of you was this skinny nerd with a big dick and an unawareness of his unbeatable head game.

When he hears your voice, he finally raises his head, as if he’s coming out of a ‘pussy drunk’ trance. He seems only vaguely aware of everything else. His sole focus for the past half hour had been enjoying your body, feeling your skin, smelling you, locked in an unbelievable dreamland of "I can't believe I get to do this, I can't believe I get to have you".

As soon as he hears you ask, he immediately, and clumsily, pulls down your panties and dives his tongue straight into your core. Adding quickly, two long fingers inside you. And you're nearly crying because as much as that feels good, it's not what you want. You want more. You need more. 

"Baby, please just give me your cock.", you’re almost sobbing.

His brain nearly short-circuits. He gets up, stumbling, dizzy with desire, and before he can grab a condom, your hand shoots out to stop him. Holding his wrist.

He eyes you, surprised. Stunned by how disheveled you look, with pupils dilated, quick pulse, and a wild look in your eyes.

"Just take me raw. I wanna feel all of you."

He could have died right there and then. 

Michael manages to, somehow, climb back in your bed, noticing how you put a pillow under your hips and now you're presenting your ass, prettily and ready. Pussy glistening to take him. 

So he does. 

Pushing his leaking cock inside you, where you hold him tight. Clenching in a way that has him nearly seeing stars. He needs to stop for a moment. 

He still wasn't very experienced, and if he was going to last at all until he could make you cum, he needed to recite pi on his head a couple of times to calm himself down.

So he leans down and presses kisses along your neck and your jaw, delighting in how you whimper, crying out in desperation. He leaves a trail of kisses down your back until he feels ok enough to start fucking you.

By this time, you have turned from nearly crying to whining and moaning, to finally begging him to move. When he starts fucking you, it's as if all is good and right in the world, and you bask in a surreal notion of Michael and you just fitting together in an impossibly perfect way.

He keeps pumping inside you, and he can tell he's closer to coming than you. He's getting louder, unable to quiet the effects of having your tight pussy clenching and squeezing him. Michael knows he's nearly done for and, in a desperate and instinctive moment, uses his thumb to gather some of your wetness, bringing it up to softly massage your hole. And you cum instantly . 

So hard it makes him shoot his load inside you for what it feels like forever.

He finally collapses on top of you, feverish from it all, heart beating so fast it's threatening to jump out of his chest. But you manage to move underneath him, turning your body to face him.

You feel flushed, cheeks burning with embarrassment from cumming this hard and in this particular way. So before Michael can say anything that will inevitably be somehow a mixture of awkward, shy, and arrogant all at once, you hold his face in your hands and pull him towards a kiss.

Your lips appreciate the soft press of his own, still wet partly from him licking his lips, and partly from eating you out. Your thumb traces his stupidly perfect cupid’s bow and jawline, nearly getting yourself in a trance, much like he was when he first started this whole thing.

Finally, your eyes meet. Michael still has that wild, ravaging, and all-consuming gaze, now mixed with the distinctive look of satisfaction. It would be overwhelming if you didn't know that you were looking at him in the same way.

"So, that was good... right?, he asks. 

And all you can do is smile and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

A/n: I have one final point to make. Michael Gavey IS the type of guy who will take your panties home after the first time you hook up (probably a handjob in the bathroom of a bar where you are both slightly inebriated and you smile as you stuff your panties in his pocket, thinking that you're soooo funny for doing that and bringing out a priceless look of his face). And he WILL masturbate with his nose pressed against them afterward. AND he WILL tell you when you ask, because of course you ask and he CAN'T for some reason lie to you. His face and neck flushed with embarrassment unaware that if it were anyone else you'd find it creepy but because it's him, you think it's the hottest thing ever and you give him a blow job right after he admits to that.

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Headcanons meeting Oliver Quick and Felix's little second sister catton!reader

Oliver Quick Meeting Felix Catton's Little Sister Headcanons

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A/N: i have no idea if felix or venetia is the oldest sibling, so i made the birth order venetia, felix, reader. reader is a freshman at oxford. im american and although ive been to europe a few times, i dont know much about english terminology and such. kinda short compared to my other headcanons since it’s just meeting headcanons

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He didn’t really think much of you at first

Mainly because he didn’t know who you were

Or, more specifically, who you were related to

You shared a freshman class at Oxford

“Hi, is this seat taken?” Oliver’s focus was pulled from meticulously setting out his supplies for class when he heard your voice. He looked up at you, a bit guarded, but relaxed slightly when he realized you couldn’t cause any harm. 

“No…” He murmured, looking around the classroom. He realized that the seats were completely filled, except for the one that was right next to him. “No, you can have it.”

You let out a small noise of appreciation, setting your bag on the desk and settling into the seat. Oliver figured that would be the end of it, and went back to preparing for the lecture that was about to start.

But then your hand came into view, waiting for him to grasp.

“I’m Y/n.” You said cheerfully. Definitely too cheerfully for an eight am class. 

“Oliver.” The boy responded, shaking your hand. He noted it was soft and delicate. 

“Nice to meet you, Oliver.”

Then Oliver’s sights latched onto Felix

He set the foundation by letting the rich boy borrow his bike, completely unaware of the fact that Olver was the one to pop his tire

Then he went to a pub with Michael Gavey, where he knew that Felix would be

When Felix called him over, Oliver was surprised to see you sitting next to Felix, his arm draped over the back of your chair

“Ollie!” Felix grinned, a bit buzzed as he looked up at his timid friend. He couldn’t help but notice that his gaze kept flitting over to you every few seconds. “Sit, sit, sit!”

“Ollie?” You repeated the nickname, turning away from your conversation with Annabelle so you could see who Felix had been making friends with. These days, it was like all you heard was ‘Ollie this’ and ‘Ollie that,’ yet you had never seen him.

It turns out you’d been sitting next to Felix’s new best friend for the past couple of weeks without even knowing it.

“Hi, Y/n.” Oliver waved a bit shyly at you and sat down in the free seat on the other side of Felix.

“You know each other?” Felix asked, head going back and forth between the two of you. 

“Yeah, he’s in one of my classes.” You answered, tilting your head as you looked at Oliver fondly. “I never would’ve guessed that your Ollie was my Oliver.”

“Small world,” Felix added with a laugh.

Oliver couldn’t help but squirm at the unintentional possessiveness. Felix’s Ollie. Your Oliver. He liked the sound of it, although he was much more fond of being possessive himself than possessed.

“So, how do you two know each other?” Oliver asked, feeling the judging stares at everyone around the large table except for you and Felix. From across, there was a scoff.

“They’re brother and sister, genius.” Farleigh chided, taking a drag from his cigarette.

Siblings? Oliver thought, his eyebrows raising. Everyone thought it must have been in embarrassment, not knowing you your best friend’s sister was. Especially when they were so popular.

But no. In reality, Oliver was altering his scheme a bit. Maybe he was able to kill two birds with one stone. Have the handsome Felix Catton and his little sister.

[ripdragonbeans]

Dad!Michael Gavey Headcanons

Dad!Michael wasn't sure if he wanted a child

Dad!Michael felt a surge of pride when his wife gave birth

Dad!Michael is fiercely protective of his child

Dad!Michael is ready to throw hands to protect his child even if he doesn't really know how to throw hands

Dad!Michael gets nervous when his child starts daycare since he doesn't want to be away from them

Dad!Michael constantly asks for photos of his child

Dad!Michael gets excited when his child starts school

Dad!Michael is ready to tutor his child immediately

Dad!Michael beams with pride with every good grade

Dad!Michael worries he's not doing enough when grades aren't the best

Dad!Michael is awkward when his child wants to try sports

Dad!Michael encourages his child when they want to learn music since learning music helps with academics

Dad!Michael has an arsenal of dad jokes

Dad!Michael is ecstatic when his child wants to join the speech and debate club AND the math team

Dad!Michael goes to every game and recital

Dad!Michael makes sure to find the best outfit for his child’s speech and debate tournaments

Dad!Michael worries when his child starts dating

Dad!Michael doesn't want his child to be used

Dad!Michael has the awkward stern talk with his child’s significant other

Dad!Michael feels conflicted when his child wants to get married

Dad!Michael doesn't want them to go

Dad!Michael knows he must let them go

Dad!Michael is forever proud of his child

[cdragons]

Saltburn Crack Incoming

Don't mind me, just going to give in to the Saltburn madness going around and write some Saltburn AU Crack!

Dear God @ethereal-athalia, I'm actually gonna do it!

We all know that Felix Catton is a dumbass with a savior complex, but we still love him, including me! 😇

But it cannot JUST be me who thinks that a good majority of students at Oxford probably HATED his guts. Especially American scholarship students. That's why I am basically making a very crackish au where Reader lowkey despises Felix's ass! I might make a couple of these, but the reader may or may not be the same reader each time. This idea was super funny to me, and I wanted to explore it. I do not intend to bash Felix, Venetia, or Farleigh; I might for James and Elspeth.

I also have a personal headcanon that Michael Gavey is on the ace spectrum, so I'll also include that in these fics. Some may be where he's straight. Who knows? 🤷🏻‍♀️

If this is something you think would be interesting to read, let me know in the comments if you want me to tag you!

Tagging: @aemondsbabe, @ethereal-athalia, @saltburnedme, @succnfuccubus

[anjelicawrites]

I’m not sure if you’ve answered this before, but outside of your three polycules, which Ewanverse boys do you think would work well in a throuple together and which ones would never work?

(I feel like Osferth x reader x Billy Taylor would be so lovely)

Oooh, good question!!!

Osferth x reader x Billy Taylor would be the softest, gentlest ship in the whole Ewanverse. They're basically cotton candy and unicorns!!!

I think Osferth x reader x Billy Washington would work out, because Billy finds this place where he can understand and learn who he wants to be and what he desires from his life.

Probably someone has already written Martin x reader x Michael Gavey (if so please I need the link!). It would be like polar ends attracting one another. Bonus points if Martin and Michael are twins, almost estranged because they're too different.

I have already written this when the music video came out: Will x reader x Martin has the potential to be very toxic. The kind of situationship you search when you want to hurt yourself.

I have a request for Aemond Targaryen x reader x Michael Gavey. They can be very nerdy and snarky plus, keep an eye on their temper, you wouldn't find yourself in the eye of that specific storm there.

I think both Genyen and Ettore would have many difficulties in making a relationship work. Genyen is so focused on conning I think it would be very hard for him to try and seek a genuine connection with one person, let alone two people.

In my headcanons Ettore is a very damaged individual who, probably, has never received affection in his entire life. He's more like a dog that has been used to fight, than anything else. He follows his baser instincts and hasn't learnt to approach life differently. He would need someone very patient, who would accept him lashing out and be violent, at the start and who would, at the same time, slowly show him he has a safe space with them. All of this works if Ettore doesn't twist the goodness of this person to further his own darkness. So, a very difficult balance to find with someone, with two people? Extremely hard.

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Misc.

Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

pink bra strap pt 1 (1.6k) pt 2 (1.6k) pt 3 (1.8k)  ♡ ▵ ◦

klitz headcanons pt 1 pt 2  ♡

Javier Pena (Narcos)

domestically (1k)  ♡ ▵

matchmaker pt 1 (1.4k) pt 2 (2.1k)  ♡ ▵ ⚘

three years (1.7k)  ♡ ▵

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

christmas vibes (1.3k)  ♡

folded (3.4k)  ♡ ▵ ⚘

rough day (1k) (easy read)  ♡ ⚘

be my mistake (1.5k)  ♡ ▵ ⚘

sacrificial (1.7k) ▵

jealousy, jealousy (2k)  ▵ ⚘

i fall in love too fast (6.2k) (pt 2 to jealousy, jealousy)  ♡ ▵

give in (2.3k)  ♡ ▵ ⚘

needy (3.4k) (pt 2 to give in)  ▵ ◦

stargazing (3.7k)  ♡

feeling you (3.6k)  ♡ ▵ ⚘

lovers and love. (2.4k)  ♡ ▵ ✾

hairspray (1.7k) ♡ ✾

Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

apologies (2.8k) ♡ ▵

Michael Gavey (Saltburn)

alone with you. (5k) ♡◦

(key)

♡- fluff/general

▵- angst

⚘- emotional

◦- smut

✾- pregnancy

[humanpurposes]

Michael Gavey Headcanons

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Warnings: smut, me being insane for this freak

A/n: I've never done headcanons before I just needed to get this out of my system because I am in a MOOD

Michael Gavey being a virgin loser boy when he starts at Oxford, obviously.

Completely falling for a girl at his college.

Their first kiss being slow and soft and innocent.

But once he starts to get a taste for this, the close contact, the feeling of her lips and her tongue, her body beneath his hands, it starts to drive him insane.

A study date in her bedroom turns into a makeout session and suddenly she's pushing him back against the bed. He's just so happy to be here, getting to see all of her, pawing at her waist and her hips as she straddles him.

He's a desperate, subby little mess, so eager to follow her instructions and make her feel good. And trying so hard not to come too quickly but she's so tight and wet and warm, he can't help it :/

After that he's insatiable. Any spare minute they have he wants to be between her legs, make her come with his fingers and his tongue. He wants to feel her skin against his, fuck her and feel her fall apart.

He's a perfectionist, and you know once he get a bit more confident and knows what he's doing, his meaner side is gonna come out.

Him gradually finding all her weak points, discovering what she responds to.

He's obsessed with bimbofication, taking this intelligent, beautiful girl and fucking her stupid, pinning her to the mattress with his body while he pounds into her, making her come over and over again until her mind is hazy and her body is limp.

And he'd be SO SMUG about it!!

“Does that feel good? Come on answer me, sweetheart, or have I fucked you dumb?”

Pushing his glasses up his nose while he watches his cock move in and out of her.

“Just like that, my perfect girl, my stupid little slut, mine.”

General taglist (comment to be added or removed!): @randomdragonfires @jamespotterismydaddy @theoneeyedprince @tsujifreya @dreamsofoldvalyria @targaryenrealnessdarling

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Michael Gavey SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Acts of service and quality time. Michael isn't naturally a touchy feely kind of person, so will show he cares by bringing snacks and hanging out with his partner. He has felt like an unwanted outcast all of his life, so these small acts would be his declaration of "this is my person".

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Michael doesn't make friends easily, social skills aren't something that comes naturally to him. He will befriend people that he considers to be similar to him, and can come off as quite intense in the early stages.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddles would be quite awkward at first, as he's not used to physical contact, but he'd grow to love them. He's not the all-encompassing, every limb wrapped around each other type of cuddler, but is never more content than when his partner has their head resting on his shoulder with his arm around them, while they read or watch TV.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Is naturally neat and orderly, but cannot cook to save his life. It would be a case of his partner doing the cooking and he does the washing up afterwards. He does want to settle down though, knowing he has someone who isn't going to leave would make him incredibly happy.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Michael doesn't let go easily, so a break up would be messy. There'd be angry words and tears from both sides. A real mess with no possibility of remaining friends afterwards.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If the relationship makes it to the one year mark, his partner can absolutely expect a proposal. In his mind, he has found the one, so he wants to seal the deal as quickly as possible.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally he's incredibly insensitive. He'd need to be taught what not to do. Physically, he's gentle to the point of being too soft, but that comes from nerves and a lack of experience.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs aren't something that comes naturally to him, but as the relationship develops he grows to enjoy hugs as a means of greeting.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

His partner has to be the one to say it first, then he'll say it back. He's not comfortable putting himself out there, in case he's rejected.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Extremely prone to visits from the green eyed monster. His biggest fear is abandonment, so every person is potentially someone you'll leave him for. This lessens as the relationship develops and he feels more secure.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are awkward at first, he's not experienced. As time goes on, he gets more comfortable and his favourite thing to do is brush his lips against his partner's temple or hairline when they're engrossed in a book or concentrating on something else.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Incredibly uncomfortable. He doesn't know how to talk to children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Michael's an early riser. He'll make a tea for himself and his partner, and leave theirs on their bedside table. He reads until they get up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He falls asleep early. Usually nods off while watching something.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He is a chronic oversharer, simply because he doesn't understand social dynamics.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is quick to lose his temper, but it's short lived and he calms down quickly, often seeming embarrassed afterwards.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers every little detail, no matter how inconsequential.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time his partner held his hand in public. The fact that they weren't ashamed to be with him meant the world to him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's not protective in the sense that he would get into a physical altercation for his partner, but he's protective in the sense that he makes sure they do what's best for themselves in every aspect of their lives.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He makes a big effort, simply because his partner means the world to him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Speaking without thinking, eating junk food instead of proper meals, arrogance.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not in the slightest.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would be crushed if he suddenly found himself without his partner.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

His favourite idea of a date is taking his partner to a museum, and giving them their very own tour, because he'll have looked up and memorised all of the facts regarding the featured pieces beforehand.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Stupidity is a huge turn off for him. Also conformity to the "norm" - he wants someone that has a mind of their own.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He goes to bed early and gets up early.

[myfandomprompts]

How do you think each ewan character would be like as a girl dad.

I have been dying to write prompts again (I did that in another life), and I have no time nowadays because of work, but because I am an unreasonable person apparently, I'll take great pleasure doing this headcanons!

Ewanverse!girldad headcanons

Abraham

He would be harsh with her/them. His community wouldn't really see girls in high regards and would be loving and caring only in private. He loves them, but is scared to be "too close" to them. In public he can't help but keep an eye on them though, they are his blood after all, his precious women.

Aemond Targaryen

He would be over protective. At first, he would think that he would care only for boys, but no matter if it's his first child, or second, or tenth, he will go into dad mode and just- raise her to be the best. He would take pleasure spending evening reading High Valyrian with her, be very wary of what dresses she wears, of who she meets. He would encourage activities, would it be dragon riding or sword fighting, and whenever she would grow up to be a little rebellious he would turn mad and worry all the time she escapes the Keep or get into trouble. But he would be so proud.

Billy Taylor

Clumsy at first. There is nothing more scary than to have a child, and have a girl of all things. He would be amazed during all the infancy, and then panick. All the time. But he would adore the moments where they would connect and spend time together. She would be as sweet as him, and would be showing her off to her mother and family proudly.

Billy Washington

↑ This is his genuine reaction learning he'll have a girl. The minute he realises it, his mind is set on doing better, on getting all the help he needs in order to be a better person, and the best dad. There is something scary about having a girl, but he knows she'll be okay because the girls in his family are brilliant.

Ettore

What will he do with a girl? Is that the product of his obsession? Why is this different of any other girls he knows? > Because it's his daughter. On earth, he would be an awful dad (if he managed to keep her, that is), would provide but barely. Maybe send her to fetch his cigarettes or do things for him that a child shouldn't do. But in the end he would like to have her closer to him. It's his daughter, no one else's.

Genyen/Shaun

Would not care, at first. Hell, what even is the point? When he sees her for the first time it's so odd, she is his, and she will grow up to resemble him. Maybe he could teach her a thing or two, who knows? How to fare for herself, how to con people. And as time passes, the more they team up, and he can't see his life without her.

Michael

It's his babygirl. He is so lucky. She will be brilliant, how could she not be? He will protect her from the others that will look down on her, because no one deserve her anyway. They don't deserve to be in his presence. He would buy her so many books, her first computer at four, and from there just watch her grow to be as brilliant as him. And then she would crush all the category of person that looked down on him when he was himself growing up. He would be so proud.

Oh, and he would made dad jokes. All the time.

Osferth

Caring, loving. A product of the sky she is. What is more beautiful than his daughter? She is a gift, and he would protect her with his life, cherish her until she is so happy she shines. He would read to her early on, and then when she would know the psaums better than him he would have the biggest grin. He doesn't want to fight anymore, just take care of her.

Tom

Him, a dad? Okay, he'll manage. Shouldn't be so hard, eh? But then a girl? He'll turn into someone else. Attentive, doting, a little firm but it's because he just want to protect his family, and hell how he would want to protect her. He would have an even closer relationship with her than the mother and would be so happy. She teach him how to be more responsable, because there is nothing more worth than changing for her.

Will

Will Will Will. Would be really lost at what to do, but then he looks and looks at her and just fall in love. Why should he not spend all the time he can with her? Would feel guilty nonetheless. What if he is not good enough? He would let the mother take care of her, but he can't stay always long. Believes she would be better without him, anyone would be actually. But life gave him this girl, he should at least try. And he won't regret it.

I excluded Jason, Jack, Poacher & car thief (SOAH)

[jacevelaryonswife]

— Just wanna share some future titles I’m working on.

Shape Of My Heart | Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

Love is Strange | Tom Bennett x fem!reader

You Really Got Me (Part Two) | Professor!Michael Gavey x student!fem reader

Modern Headcanons | Aegon, Aemond, Cregan and Jace

Xxx - Academic rivals | Aemond x fem!reader

[flowerandblood]

✨ Requests Full List ✨

List of your requests on fanfics, oneshots and headcanons. I will update it on a regular basis and mark which ones I am working on, which are already finished, and which ones have been published.

⏰ Waiting | ⭐ In Progress | 💐 Published | ✨ Finished

The list shows requests that I was able to take on and that I feel comfortable with, but I will not give exact dates when they will appear. I want to publish all of them for sure, please, be patient. Thank you for your understanding!

⭐ [ The Raven! • Aemond x female ] ⭐ [ Aemond x Bolton! • female ] (accident on the dragon) ⭐ [ canon • Aemond x Royce • female ] ⭐ [ dark • Aemond x dragon blood • female ] ⭐ [ prince regent • Aemond x prisoner • female ] ⭐ [ The Brave • Aemond x Stark • female ] ⏰ [ Aemond x Baratheon! • female ] (drunk Aemond) ⏰ [ Halloween! • Aemond x female ] ⏰ [ Michael Gavey x literature student! • female ] ⏰ [ modern • Aemond x cafe waitress • female ] ⏰ [ doctor • Aemond x patient • female ] ⏰ [ canon • Aemond x witch servant • female ] ⏰ [ Michael Gavey x popular friend! • female ] ⏰ [ Ettore x med! • female ] (repopulate) ⏰ [ Maleficent • Aemond x Sleeping Beauty • female ] ⏰ [ Anna Karenina • Aemond x female ]

✨ [ arranged marriage • modern!Aemond x female ] ✨ [ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x sexworker! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x short!fem • volleyball players ] ✨ [ religious • modern!Aemond x female ] ✨ [ mensturation! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x Valyrian! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond x clairvoyant! • female ] ✨ [ gamers • modern! Aemond x female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x Iron! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x House! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond x Baratheon! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x mermaid • female ] ✨ [ regency! dark! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x Alys!sister! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x servant! • female ] ✨ [ professor! • Aemond x student • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x Helaena!friend! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x stepsister! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x Helaena!friend • female ] ✨ [ dark academia! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x rich! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x little sister! • female ] ✨ [ Amor! • Aemond x Psyche! • female ] ✨ [ sworn protector! • Aemond x princess! • female] ✨ [ pirate! • Aemond x hostage • female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x widow • female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x Strong! • female ] ✨ [Jack the Ripper! • modern!Aemond x female ] ✨ [ Phantom of the Opera! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ Ettore x doctor assistant • female ] ✨ [ Frollo! • Aemond x Esmeralda! • female ] ✨ [ Jane Eyre! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x Lady! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x Arryn! • female ] (widow) ✨ [ Aemond x wife! • female ] (postpartum depress) ✨ [ canon • Aemond x flat chested! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond x betrothed! • female ] (trip to town) ✨ [ Hamlet! • Aemond x Ophelia! • female ] ✨ [ Michael Gavey x obsessed! • female ] ✨ [ cafe! modern! • Aemond x female ]

I can combine some of the requests if I think that they will fit together, so always read the descriptions of my fanfics carefully.

[lonelymagpies]

thoughts on michael gavey? will you draw him? 👀✨

I already have a soft spot for him but I’m waiting to watch the movie to get my own thoughts on Michael Gavey.

Sure I’ll draw him but I have to start the headcanon motion first 🤓