#receiving headcanons

[demaparbat-hp]

Golden Boy (and Silver Girl) for the Kintsugi AU.

[demigods-posts]

percy is an incredibly skilled sword fighter. and it's safe to say that he doesn't just train with riptide. because only training with his god-given weapon would be incredibly irresponsible (and annabeth would never let him develop that crutch). so i have to assume he proficient enough to hold his own with any elongated tool he can get his hands on. and it has to come in handy in the funniest way. like imagine percy and annabeth playing tag. and he just grabs the nearest paper towel roll and 🤺🤺 her hands to she can't lay a finger on him.

[thewritetofreespeech]

haiai! I want to request an alucard x reader where he happens to feel just.. safe with her? (We all know that he happened to be afraid of touch in other headcanons after what had happened, so maybe he needs someone he could feel safe with?)

Genuinely? When Alucard was with someone he trusted, finally trusted, he would be so stupid needy.

He has denied himself affection for so long.

Distancing himself from his mother as he was becoming a man, only to lose her. Then betrayed and wounded by his father in his madness of grief. And just betrayal after betrayal after that.

Alucard had convinced himself that it is better to just be alone. But when he lets them in he realizes how lonely he’s been.

Starved, really. And he’s desperate to not be that way again.

He would cling to his partner.

In a metaphorical sense during the day (close to them, always by their side) but then literally at night (wrapped around them with all his long limbs has to offer, holding them close so he’s sure they didn’t leave).

He tries not to be possessive, but his vampire streak won’t let him.

Alucard just wants them all to himself and to just be enough for them. Though he appreciates that that isn’t practical and gets very anxious if they are gone for too long.

What if they fell out of love with him in that time? What if they realize just how broken he is and want to leave? What if it’s like all the others?

When they return Alucard eventually calms down, but his cling rate is very high for the next few days. More than normal.

People are people and not possessions, but he just doesn’t want them to leave him.

[blindmagdalena]

what would homelander’s reaction to his wife being pregnant with twins?

"Holy cow! Talk about buy one, get one free. That's what you get with quality swimmers. Hear that, little guys? You tied at the big race! Congrats!"

"You know, it could be my egg that split into two."

"Uh, babe? Having a private conversation with the boys here. Thanks."

He's got a huge grin the whole time. Good luck being so outnumbered by him and his mini's.

[letraspal]

Happy Birthday Baz Pitch! Never forget you were brought to this world with love.

(Also, happy birthday to the one and only @rainbowrowell)

[machveil]

POOKIE!! hear me out a fic for an extremely sub!ghost like to the point where he's on his hands and knees literally sobbing his heart out because he wants to eat you out and you're denying him because you're just enjoying watching him beg but eventually you give in

(I'm ovulating don't judge me im not usually this cruel 😭)

pookie… I see and hear you, I feel you in my bones we’re jumping straight in

CW: Fem!Reader, Sub!Ghost, weepy Simon Riley to soothe the soul… and other things, clothed humping, oral (fem!receiving)

tactical gear still fastened and balaclava tugged up just over his nose, the sight before you has your thighs pressed together as you sit on the edge of his bed. Ghost, in all his glory, sitting at your feet - tears wetting his eyelashes and balaclava as he looks up at you. he’s still large even when he’s kneeling, but the way he’s behaving makes him look so small

the last deployment he had been on, one where you stayed back at base, had taken such a toll on him. all in one piece, but exhausted and sore. he was admittedly gross right now, sweaty and gear dirty from field work, but god— as soon as he had guided you to his room he all but fell to his knees for you. “Please, jus’ wanna taste you sweet’art.”, strained, voice ragged and gravelly from giving out constant streams of orders. pitiful, deep brown eyes gazing at you as he tugged his mask up

something about the way he looked made a spark flicker to life in your chest, heat pooling in your gut. Ghost is never like this, your Ghost would never be like this - let alone on base. your Simon Riley? that’s what makes this all too familiar, the way he’s looking up at you like you’ve hung the moon and stars. that’s saved for the comfort of your home, your shared flat back in Manchester. to see him like this? a needy, desperate man crawling towards you, resting his chin on your lap? who could blame you for wanting to see a little more?

it almost makes you feel bad when a choked sob leaves his lips - you had let him slip your slacks off, pooled around your boots. your boots, maybe that was why Ghost’s eyebrows were screwed together as he sloppily mouthed at your thighs. “You can— just need you to cum for me first, Ghost.”, maybe that request was too cruel for him, you knew him too well. the sight of him grinding his painfully hard bulge against your boot, spit and drool slicking your thighs as he cried against your lap. you know he can’t, not like this. Ghost— Simon’s too used to you helping him

he can’t cum, not without you - your hand, your mouth, anything you’re willing to give him, even if it’s just his mouth pleasing you. skin on skin contact, it’s nothing compared to grinding on your boot or using his hand. his sclera are tinted red at the edges, salty tears mixing with his spit as he sucks at your thighs, anything to keep his mouth occupied as his hips buck against your shoe. five minutes, five minutes too long when Simon looks up at you. scarred lips smeared with his own saliva, a broken little hiccup followed by a shoulder shaking sob leaves him, “Missed you— please, please, lemme make you feel good, lovie, m’sorry.”

he nearly breaks down when you shift to tug your underwear down, shaky hands coming up to rest on your knees. before you can even finish saying ‘okay’ Simon is parting your legs, slotting himself between your plush thighs. sloppy, a man starved of affection and your cunt for weeks. it would have tugged at your heartstrings if you were paying attention to him, head lolled back as he desperately sucks on your clit. if you had been paying attention you would have caught his sobs, your poor Simon, crying against your cunt. as good as you feel, Simon’s already gone, underwear soaked through as soon as he had his mouth on you

[whomstsnek]

Continuing my headcanons about the Krew's family and early childhoods, I present to you Gideon and his father, Nathaniel Cole (and yes, the spelling is intentional)

Just to restate, I know very little about their canon backstories as I'm only about halfway through the series still, so please keep that in mind as you read <3

I envision that Gideon grew up in a teeny tiny farming village, settled neatly in wide plains in the middle of nowhere. Think 1930s American manifest destiny, yknow? Max 200 people, and only 20-30 families at most.

Gideon's father, Nathaniel Cole, was poor for his entire life, and that was actually how he got involved with Gideon's mother; he sought out a powerful being, hoping that he would be granted all he desired. He had asked her for wealth, more than he could ever measure, and in typical genie fashion she twisted his words and granted him wealth in the form of love, giving him a son.

Personality-wise, I think Nathaniel was a very quiet man, hard working and stone faced. A classic "manly man" if you will. He tried his best to protect his small family and led by example. He encouraged Gideon to work hard for himself, hopeful of him going on to live a kinder life than his own. He was someone that Gideon looked up to greatly as a child, and not just because there were so few other people in his life; after escaping the clutches of the hobgoblins and meeting up with Kremy, he adopted his father's name as his own middle name

Nathaniel had already had trouble finding work, but now between caring for a child and his poor reputation after consorting with an efreeti, it was near impossible. He was lucky enough to find work on the ranch of a relatively wealthy family, the Connors, where Gideon spent his very early life and eventually ended up working himself when he was a little older.

The townsfolk largely held him at an arms length, afraid of what destruction he might cause between his genie heritage and his intrinsic fire. Like his father, he gained a poor reputation in the village that spread far outside the city limits after a railway was built adjacent to the town early in Gideon's youth, and that was how the hobgoblins caught wind of his existence; you all know how the rest of that story goes.

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Gandalf said ‘do not offer me that’, Galadriel said ‘I would be a queen, great and terrible,’ but Elrond said ‘get that the fuck away from me’ and this is nonsensical.

The other keepers of the elven rings were most challenged by the One, why not Elrond? Is his struggle merely hidden? Is it his Maia blood? Is it simply his mixed blood? Is that why Aragorn withstood, too?

Canonically the race of men are most easily corrupted, yet Elrond half-elven, who is almost 40% man, doesn’t notably bat an eyelash. Why?

[empthy1]

I need Victoria to be my sugar mommy so bad 😔

──── SUGAR MOMMY VICTORIA NEUMAN .𖥔 ݁ ˖⭑.ᐟ

realized this wasn't a request. whoops. here you go regardless ml.

sugar mommy!victoria who flies you everywhere with her.

She travels so much, from New York to DC and even farther due to the presidential campaign. Obviously, she's going to take you with her, tuck you in a fancy jet with a dedicated crew, already on route to her location. If she can't be there, you're always greeted with a note of her perfect, flowing handwriting—and a present, of course.

sugar mommy!victoria who loves to treat you to dinner.

Anytime she doesn't have an evening meeting she's quick to snatch up your time. You get so few dinners together because that time slot for dinner and drinks is so monopolized by others. Sure, shmoozing is much more palatable over a glass of wine and a good cut of meat, but she'd much prefer your conversation.

sugar mommy!victoria who gets you an apartment.

Because really, if she has business executives and multi-billionaires and even other politicians throwing money at her, she's going to use it on something worthwhile. Namely, you. She always said you were so far from her Manhattan residence, huffing endlessly about the traffic times or "oh, it's so dangerous to ride the subway so late..."

So, here you were, in your new Manhattan apartment. She chose one for you that was within walking distance, carefully curated to your exact tastes.

Enjoy, darling is your only explanation, the scrawled note left on your new countertops.

sugar mommy!victoria who spoils you.

she would spend every waking minute with you if she could. since she can't, she sends gifts!! your amazon wishlist is never longer than five items without them being bought off and sent, neatly packaged to your apartment.

sometimes, when she's a little less impulsive, she'll send you groceries. typing in your weekly order, sending it over to the shopper and having them delivered right to your door. you're sure she'd send you anything—within reason. don't get greedy now.

sugar mommy!victoria who's love language is physical contact.

she doesn't get many opportunities to spend time with you, that's clear. so when she can she's all over you. If you're in public, it's more subtle—a hand on your thigh under the dinner table, or your ankles intertwined if you're sat across from her.

at home, however, she doesn't hold back. she will lay over you at any opportunity; press into your back when you're cooking or slip into bed with you at any moment. she's a sucker for cuddles, especially siince she's so deprived of you all the time.

[potato-lord-but-not]

*gives Oscar a pet rock* his name is Hector, can you take care of the fella please?

He's the second of his line and he loves Oscar very much

he’s very emotional about gifts,,

[clockmax]

Imagine Miguel practically overstimulating reader to the point that she got so overwhelmed she covered her face and he pins her hand down cuz he wanna see kfjeksneodjbdjwjsjwndjjwnsnd

going feral over this

mdni, nsfw below, requests open

Miguel O'hara who has you underneath him, legs folded as holds them open. His cock ramming into your tight cunt, tip brushing against your cervix. How he dragged along all those sensitive spots inside you, legs shaking as overstimulation sets in.

Your face went red, stomach coiling into knots as you felt yourself ready to come again, your body heating up. Hands moving quickly to your face, covering how your face contorted with pleasure.

Miguel O'hara who grabs both your hands, bringing them down, holding your wrist together. His sheer strength held them easily.

"Let me see your pretty face, Querida." He whispers down to you, tightening his grip a little.

Miguel O'hara who keeps telling you how pretty you look when taking his cock, your stomach coiling into knots as you come undone on him once again. How the pleasure was jus simply too much, but it felt too good to stop too.

How he quickened his pace, your mind going blank. Whatever incoherent sentences came out of your mouth, body gently shaking as your breathing quickened. Miguel O'hara who kept making you come over and over again, your sex swollen and sore.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Alucard/Adrian getting his hair styled by his s/o?

His mother always liked his hair long, which is one of the reasons Alucard chose to keep it long as he got older.

It is a pain to manage, however.

It takes a long time to wash, dry, keep it from getting knots, or simply tangled in something. So, he appreciates s/o’s help.

When they first offered to help him with his hair, Alucard was a little put off by it.

He wasn’t a child, nor were they preening girls at a sleepover.

But he relented and let them do it, and he realized it was much easier to have them do it then managing it all on his own.

Most of their ‘styling’ is just them brushing it out and making sure it’s smooth. Since he likes to keep it down.

From time to time, he is convinced to let them braid it. Nothing elaborate. Just a simple braid to keep it out of the way when needed, or to sleep in.

They are also the only person he trusts to have them cut his hair. He doesn’t need it often, since his hair doesn’t grow quickly with his vampirism, but when it does get too long he lets them trim it up for him.

[blindmagdalena]

Homander can hear ur baby's little heartbeat when pregnant and is FERAL because of it 🎀

how DARE you dadlander me this late at night!!!!!

closing his eyes and tuning in to just the steady thrum of it. feeling an instant calm and a bone deep sense of pride. a hushed, warm joy that radiates through him. makes his knee bounce and his fingers tap!

every so often he's hit with that windy rush of excitement that swells up in his chest because it won't be long before he gets to meet his baby. his baby. his little family! hearts that beat together in his ears like a song. a bliss he was told he'd never have.

[lucianinsanity]

Many fanfics making Ford the organized one 😔 my man is not picking his socks from the floor nor doing the dishes, please, Stanley is lecturing him about not leaving his research on the floor after he tripped over books for the fifth time in a week

[andrew-dramaqueen-minyard]

trans Neil could actually make so much sense if you think about it because imagine they’re on the run, and Neil says to Mary ‘mom what if I started dressing like a boy’ and Mary, hellbent on disguising them, thinks that a fantastic idea, and immediately agrees. And then Neil is like, ‘maybe I could change my name to more boy names’ and Mary agrees even more. It’ll be harder to find them. Meanwhile it settles something in Neil, makes him feel about as at home as he could be in a body on the run.

[scalycat]

Indulging in my SI:7 rogues obsession for a moment… I like to think they'd have different uniforms depending on the job?

And at the same time I don't think Shaw would care how you dress, but anyway…