#spring headcanons

[rasshu-benaiokny]

🌸Spring Gyutaro Headcanons🌸

This will be my second Headcanon thread and I want to make it a series; Seasonal Headcanons and such. So, these are my specific headcanons for Gyutaro during the springtime.

-This will contain (x Reader) but not all will be

- Is vague enough to be either romantic or platonic

Spring is Gyutaro's comeback season: Out of all the seasons, he seems to enjoy Spring a lot, especially when he was a human. More food was available around that time like fresh berries and more animals to hunt. It wasn't he most fruitful season but after winter, anything was great.

Gyutaro is the most active during Spring: After being so inactive during Winter, Gyutaro is itching to hunt and kill. Especially since his sister was doing most of the work in winter! Now he has to put in work to kill many humans.

He loves the rain: The rain and the smell it brings makes him relaxed, it calms him. The rain and the sounds disguise his movements as he wafts through the area. He feels content walking in the rain because no one ever detects him.

The newly sprouting flowers remind him of Ume: The newly sprouted flowers, the cherry blossoms especially. Gyutaro sees his baby sister as a small petite flower that he has to protect. When they were humans, he used to gift these cherry blossoms to her and her eyes would gleam bright!

His smell is still bearable: Just like winter, his stench hasn't crept up to kill us all. With frequent spring showers and the cool weather, his body seems to be doing fine among the fragrances of the sweet-smelling flowers. He doesn't notice it, but his sister surely does.

He hunts more aggressively now: Since the hard times have passed, he goes off on more killing sprees, and it's hard to avoid him when it's time! He may go for women since they seem to be so much prettier during this time of the year. He can't stand a pretty face; after all, Ume is the only pretty face he cares for and she can't have competition

You can catch him out at night: Since it's warming up, some people have found this demon lurking in the shadows. If one is lucky enough, they can find him on rooftops surveying the people below... If the timing is right, he might not kill you and let you live. misery loves company after all...

( This series isn't based on Rasshu x Gyutaro for the most part, most Gyutaro stans are really sweet so its based off of those shy sweet peeps even tho I know they won't see this cuz Tumblr be damned... some will though~ )

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Still not over the “Captain Marvel is 8’5” to Billy Batsons 5’4”” reblog and thinking of someone seeing this unit of a man with all the kindness and positive radiance of a pure hearted child stopping a giant robot from crushing them like “sorry to bother you, I’ll get this out of your way lickety split!” And when he’s done demolishing the robot and looking like the wrath of god while doing so he just pops back down to ask if he can pet someone’s dog he saw while fighting.

The dog loves him, people are slightly perturbed bc he doesn’t even look human, he does but he’s uncanny. Just perfect symmetrical face with no blemishes and hair that refuses to budge but so unapologetically sweet and courteous Fawcett gets used to him and just get used to him being a home grown sweetheart.

Cue anyone else seeing him, like the League, and its alarm bells. He’s too good, he’s too perfect looking, and by god why is he so big.

First day? Batmans is upset he can’t find a facial match, Clark is suddenly in everyone else’s shoes at having to crane his neck to talk to the guy most the time, and Barda challenges him to a few strength tests he stalls out to have pleasant conversations with her during.

Diana just rings up the Olympians like “hey, did you guys make someone because this guy doesn’t look human right and says he works for Zeus.”

Again, down the line, identity reveal after the JL just got used to him after a week, and they are staring down at this scrawny teenager with chunky glasses, hearing aids, a face only a mother could love with all the scars, and rope burn scars on his wrists as he politely waves and introduces himself as radio host Billy Batson.

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

[nova2kss]

No chill

Plug!Connie x black reader

Ever since you and Connie first had sex, he’s had NO chill.Connie didn’t necessarily do anything for you to block him, he only gave you the best dick and aftercare of your life and damn near had you in love with him.

That’s why he absolutely HAD to be blocked otherwise you would’ve probably be impregnated with his seed right now! Per your request.

You knew Connie had been trying to get in contact with you from the various text now numbers that have swarmed your phone since the morning he woke up expecting to see you on his bed side, only for him to wake up to you long gone with no way of contacting you.

His first instinct that morning was to text your mutual friend Sasha and figure out what the fuck was going on, there was absolutely no way in hell you were about to give him some heavenly pussy and then block him on everything including TikTok.

Connie had to find a way to see you and if you weren’t going to face him like the grown woman you claim you are he would have to come up with a way to make you see him.

You sprayed your face with the urban decay all nighter setting spray, the night you were about to have with your friends Sasha and Mikasa you needed your makeup on all damn night!

Just finished flat ironing that all black 30 inch buss down, applying gloss, and blinking the FUCK out your mink eyelashes, you felt unstoppable right now.

The outfit you wore was basic, but the face made up for it, besides according to Sasha she was just throwing a small kickback with a few familiar friends EXCLUDING Connie.

You had to make sure the excluding Connie was very much mentioned when she pitched the idea, and she promised you that he wouldn’t be there even tho she had no idea why you don’t want him around you anyway.

You couldn’t tell her cause it would be far to embarrassing to say “I can’t be around him because the dick is toooo good and I’m gonna become an obsessed dickmatized slut if I keep talking to him”

Not that it was any of their business anyway.

As you were getting lost in your thoughts you got a text from your group chat

“Y/nnnnn we’re outsideeee”

Getting up so excitedly after not being out the house for so long, it felt nice to finally get out the house and even it was for just for a few moments.

Walking out of your apartment doors you spot Sasha’s blacked out kia k5, sash in the passenger since Mika didn’t drink she would’ve been the designated driver.

Hopping in the car happy as fuck! To see your girls after a long time, when you got in reaching up to the front to give them hugs you noticed the opened Don Julio and Hennessy bottles sitting under Sasha feet.

“Damn bitch you started without me?”laughing as she was already bending down to pass you one of the bottles

“I’m sorry pookie I couldn’t wait, you know I wasn’t gone leave you hanging tho” sash responded laughing obviously tipsy

Taking your sip twisting your face as the burning sensation hit the back of your throat, it was never a feeling you could get used to.

The effects you loved tho.

Mikasa driving while west district by party next door played had you zoned out and before you knew it you were outside of Sasha’s big ass house

Multiple cars parked around the block, and at this point you were confused cause it was supposed to be a small kick back??

“Umm Sasha this is a big ass party” you could literally even see people splashing around in the pool.

“It was supposed to fucking be” she said visibly upset

She seemed to have sobered up seeing all these people here, it was evident that she didn’t know all these people were gonna be here.

She immediately got up and stormed inside looking to see where would yall friend group be since somebody in there had to be the culprit that told one to many mofucking people, and of course you and Mika stormed right behind her cause who was running they mouth like that.

as soon as y’all spotted yall group you all stormed over there

Until you spotted a familiar face that had you stopping in your tracks.

Upon Sasha running up to the corner the resided in heads turned toward her, seeing Sasha Connie instantly turned his head past her looking for you.

And he seen you, frozen and confused, his eyes seemed to have darken looking at you, and you didn’t know what thoughts ran through his head you just know they weren’t good ones.

Slipping past an upset Sasha making his way towards you his brown eyes locked on yours.

You don’t know why you didn’t move, walk away, or just leave.

Part of you wanted to see him yes possibly for an apology maybe but the other part really didn’t, I mean there was a reason you blocked him right?

His hand touched yours bringing you out of your thoughts, you weren’t scared just confused because why is he not mad at you?

“Hi..?” The tone of confusion is very evident on your voice

Connie didn’t respond with words, instead he quickly wrapped his hand around your neck bringing you face to face.

“Why’d you block me y/n”

You were to stunned and turned on to speak, his grip tightened around your neck making you whimper and close your eyes

“You don’t wanna speak baby? Mhm k” he let go of your neck and grabbed your hand leading you to the steps of the home

The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as You could only imagine what he was about to do to you.

“Mmph mmphhhhh”

The squelching as Connie fucking your throat was absolutely disgusting.

His hands resided on the sides of your face roughly thrusting into your mouth as you sat in front of him on your knees, spit dripping down his shaft and down your chin.

“Ouuu fuck ma” Connie hisses

“You don’t wanna tell me why? Ima just have to fuck it out of you baby”

He gripped your hair, pulling you away from his dick, gasping for air as you came up.

With one hand on your hair and the other resting below your chin he looked down at you

“Open your mouth” complying with no further complaints Connie spat directly on to your tongue not letting you swallow before sticking his fingers down your mouth.

Pushing you backward onto the bed he sat on his knees, grabbing your thighs before licking a long stripe up to your clit.

The moan you let out was audible, your skirt still on thong to the side as Connie constantly lapped up on your juices.

The fingers that were previously in your mouth began to rub ferociously at your clit while he tongue fucked you.

You Tried to push his head away, an unsuccessful attempt to get away from the brutal pleasure you were receiving

It was all to much

“Co-con pleaseee, oh myyy FUCKKK”

The orgasm washed over you quicker than you anticipated it to.

Your juices rushing out against his face as he desperately tried to suck up every last drop, while rubbing against your clit with his four fingers.

It was all to much and you felt like you seriously couldn’t take it, not when even after you squirted all on his face he still was licking your soaked slit.

“Mmphhh”, his long arms wrapped around your thighs as you tried to run as he kept his face nuzzled into your pussy.

“Stop trynna run from me mama” his arms had your legs on lock you couldn’t move

“He gave your sensitive bud one last lick before he came up gripping your neck pulling you in for the sloppiest kiss.

“Vas a decirme por qué me bloqueaste, incluso si tengo que joderte, bebé”

You had no idea what he just said, but to be honest you don’t really care with the way he had your ankles resting on his shoulders, just watching him stroke his thick veiny shaft.

His reddened tip had pre cum leaking out of it

He took his thumb and wiped some of it sticking his thumb in your mouth making you moan at the salty taste

“You so wet for me mama” he moaned sliding his tip up your slit

The gasp you both let out as he slipped inside of you was universal

He laid his head by yours as you wrapped your legs and arms around

Moaning at the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your warm walls

The feeling was so so good it had you moaning at the thought of just getting fucked by him.

“Connie m-move please baby”

He followed your command slowly pushing more in groaning slightly

“You want me to fuck you baby?”

“Mhm hmmm” you answered so quickly shaking your head

“No y/n I told you this last time” he said grabbing your chin lightly slapping your face “do you want me to fuck you?” The whine you let out was so desperate.

He was so sexy being this dominant

“Yes Connie please fuck me”

His thrust sped up immediately

Your neck was his hands resting place as he fucked into you

You felt so good right now his moans in sync with yours

In fact everything was in sync

The rhythm of everything matched together perfect like a puzzle piece

His hot heavy breathing in your air had you feral

“Oh my fu… Connie you’re so deeppp”

You swear you felt him in your brainnnnn, this is why you couldn’t keep talking to this man he was hitting it so right.

“Where you feel me at baby”

You couldn’t respond, not with the way he was fucking on you

“Y/n talk to me” he wanted you to speak cause he had a lot of things to question you about.

“Con I can’t” you cried out, eyes shut legs shaking, and your orgasm nearing

“Oh yes you can mama, if You can tell me you can’t you can tell me where you feel this dick y/n”

You moaned, he was talking to you so nasty and you loved it

“I feel it baby” you whined in response

“right here” your hand lightly rested on the bottom of your stomach

His hand reach down pressing onto your lower abdomen making your mouth form an O shape

“Oh shit connieee fuck”

“Mhmm I know mami, I know”

The pressure, combined with his slow sloppy strokes had you about to come.

“Connie I’m gonna cum, oh fuck I’m gonna cum”

The words were rushing out of your mouth quicker than you can think.

“Cum for me baby, cum on this dick baby”

And that you did with a long drawn out moan you were squirting and creaming all over his throbbing dick.

“Oh fuck ma” his thrust were slowing down trying not to nut with you

“Intentas volverme loco en este coño y dejarte embarazada, ¿eh?”

He pulled out slowly rubbing against your slit

“Turn around and get on all fours”

“Connie.” You puffed out of breath

“Nah turn around, you still gotta tell me why you blocked me mama.”

AHHHH I need him so bad

Did y’all like it? And as always not proof read

The first ep of influencer island is coming….once I start writing it 🙂‍↕️

[vermilionsun]

TELL ME WHY

I'VE PLAYED THIS DEMO OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN

BUT NEVER HAD I EVER PICKED THE "HESITATE" OPTION FOR LEANDER

I'M A DUMB BITCH HOLY SHIT

BUT I CAME INTO A NEWFOUND REALISATION:

THE MC'S CURSE PROTECTS THEM, IN SOME WAY

(unless I'm the last person in the fandom to notice that, good job me)

If you pick the "Touch him" option, he only says "I told you there's nothing to worry about"

BUT HERE, he comments "That's one hell of a curse :D" meaning he definately feels it and it possibly affects him

Yes, the MC surely has ptsd of some sort and could assume Leander's hand was going for their neck like mrChocky but i highly doubt he was initially going for their shoulder

I believe the MC's curse doesn't affect whoever they touch, but whoever touches them

It's quite a bit of a strech, yes, but still a possibility:

Leander doesn't do the dramatics above if the MC touches him first

MrChocky was the one who touched the MC first and got he affected

And thus I bring in another question: What about Oracle!MC?

"The priests claimed your touch bestowed enlightenment, but a visiting mage revealed your curse for what it is."

It wouldn't be illogical if the priests' words were true; if the MC touches someone, they are "bestowed enlightenment", but if the MC gets touched forcibly/accidentally, the one who touches them goes mad

But that would also mean we'd have the choice of giving Leander more power if we choose to touch him

Also, somehow all the backstory mages seem to have a good understanding of the MC's curse [have seen it/it has been recorded before], or are at least able to recoognise it in order to reveal it to them. Plus, the Alchemist!MC's mage [who was "exiled from the Senobium"] planned on cultivating them as a test subject, meaning not much must be known about said curse.

"It's unlike anything I've ever dealt with," says Leander, a mage who has never stepped foot in the Senobium.

"We can find answers together," Leander promises later on.

Then he stops

He waits for them to touch him

Then he freely unwinds their bandages, allows them to touch his hands, his cheeks, he moves his hands over theirs because they've already accepted him touching them

He could have figured how the MC's curse works, or he could have dark-magic-ed his way into the Senobium files before the MC returned to the Wick again.

[justaz]

king merlin after meeting lady guinevere and sir lancelot’s baby and falling in love: arthur. i want a baby.

king arthur, not looking up from his paperwork: …what?

merlin: give me a baby.

arthur, sighing: merlin, you studied to be a physician. i don’t think i have to be the one to tell you how impractical that is.

merlin, rolling his eyes: this is why i’m the brighter side of the coin

arthur, finally looking up: wha-

queen merlin using magic to transform her body: i. want. a. baby.

arthur:

arthur:

arthur: *stands up from his desk so fast his chair topples over, multiple parchments flutter to the ground, his tunic is already off*

[doks-aux]

William refusing to definitively gender his own fursona because maybe he just doesn't have the vocabulary to express a nonbinary identity but also definitely to leave room for customers to assume the Spring Bonnie character is Fredbear's love interest.

[flashfirearts]

‘Be quiet.’

[that-howlingdrakesng]

I really love seeing people's headcanon of Pit Bonnie so I might as well throw a few of my own.

Pit Bonnie can actually talk, but its speech is VERY limited from what it knows from mimicking William Afton.

As a creature of agony, it feeds off of any form of strong negative emotions whether it's from killing, hurting or even inflicting fear into its victims.

As a last resort, Pit Bonnie will eat their victims alive, which is the fastest and most efficient way to absorb the agony from its victims.

[Updated] Pit Bonnie also eats the bodies of their victims as a way to dispose of them (Food is food 🤷)

Outside of being a murderous animatronic creature, Pit Bonnie strangely has parental instincts.

They know how to cook, bake, and broil. Especially pizza.

Also, they can play the guitar??

Loves being included in activities.

Um, hello?? They're probably really soft and huggable??

DILF

[sophiethewitch1]

In Death's Embrace

Jason x Death!Reader

His head is in your lap, the sun peeking through the black locks of his hair. He grumbles at the light interrupting his nap, and turns and presses his face into your thigh. You chuckle, carting a hand through his hair just like he loves you to.

He’s at peace. The world is at peace. He’s safe here, in your unending embrace, and he knows he’ll never have to leave it. He knows that’s the way it should be.

“You’re so clingy today,” you tease him, and he chooses to ignore your words. The quiet is peaceful, and he longs for more of it, even as he wants your words too. Of course, as always, you understand. Instead, you whisper sweet nothings to him, gazing out at the wheat fields surrounding the two of you.

There’s a book in your hand, the one that doesn’t pet him. It’s in a language he doesn’t know, doesn’t recognise. It’s probably as old as you are.

He didn’t know much about you. He didn’t need to. He understood who you were, what you were. He wasn’t stupid. He understood that you comforted billions of others, held them like you held him. Maybe once he would’ve been jealous, but he knew that feeling was pointless too.

Here, you wouldn’t let him feel anything but peace. Here, he needn’t want for anything but you, and you’d always give yourself over to him freely.

Your hand pauses in his hair. It tightens. Jason likes the feeling, likes anything you do to him, but he senses your tension, and opens his eyes. You’re not looking at him, instead staring up at the blue sky. Mouth pursed, you tilt your head.

You look back down at him, smiling softly. It’s the same as every other smile you give him, but he doesn’t like it. Doesn’t trust it. Something’s wrong, and he’s filled immediately with a sense of panic he hasn’t known in years.

“Fascinating,” you say, and Jason pulls himself up from your lap, grabbing your hands in his. You let him move you, let him pull you to your feet, don’t resist as he follows his instincts, running into the strands of wheat like hell is on his heels.

It might be.

“Jason,” you call his name, your voice calm despite his hurried breathing, “Jason, dear.”

He pauses just long enough to look back at you, to look at the blue sky cracking open in jagged edges, to see the reeds pulling backward into a gaping void. He can feel the sucking gravity, and he plants his feet against the wind. You’re unaffected by the tear in the sky, your hair calm, your clothes still.

“Jason, it’s a good thing. Not many get a second chance,” you cajole him, pulling on hand from his grasp to cup his chin. He leans into your touch, savouring it, needing it.

“It’s not. I won’t leave you, I can’t,” he whispers, his words almost lost in the roar of the wind.

“You have no choice,” and your eyes are almost… sad. He doesn’t think that’s right. He doesn’t think someone like you should feel sad. You’ve seen so much, know so much.

What does it say for his future? What does it mean, when Death looks at you with pity?

“Save me, please,” he begs you, and you shake your head.

“I have no choice, either. You must make the most of it, Jason. You must do your best. And I’ll be here when you come home, waiting for you,” you promise him, and he has to choke down a sob. This isn’t right. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

He was supposed to have you forever.

“How can I when you’re not there with me?”

You peer into his eyes, and the void rips wider behind you.

“You won’t remember me, darling.”

The last thought, before it takes him, before it swallows him whole, is that that’s the worst part.

Part two!

[achaotichuman]

Feyre- Hah hah! I destroyed the Spring Court and left them for dead through this elaborate plan that I made up on the spot while we are literally in the middle of war, so I can get back at Tamlin!

Tamlin- She destroyed the Spring Court and left us for dead through this elaborate plan she made up on the spot while we are literally in the middle of war, just so she can get back at me

Feyre-

[muppetallica]

More William Afton x Reader headcanons because I am a whore with daddy issues

His body is majestic, for lack of a better word.

Thick thighs, muscular arms, delightfully veiny hands.

William's chest and arms are decorated with a myriad of scars. Some are from previous accidental springlock failures. He can be incredibly self-conscious of them at times, so you always make sure to emphasize how much you love them, taking extra care to press kisses to the sensitive area, stating how they never make you think any differently of him.

(His v-line is positively to die for.)

This man has the most adorable happy trail and I will die on this hill.

William loves, loves, LOVES hickies and love bites. On you, on him, it doesn't matter. It makes him feel owned and gives him an outlet to be possessive of you in a way everyone can see.

If you ever make him a bracelet he will never take it off.

He will melt into a puddle if you ever refer to him as any cringey name. Specifically, ones referring to him being your husband.

William will never admit it, but he loves to cuddle.

He's always warm. Cuddling with William is like having your own personal weighted, heated blanket.

Loves taking baths and showers with you, in a wholesome context or otherwise. He would want to do everything for you, washing your hair and your body, drying you off, and rubbing fancy lotions into your skin.

William is a sucker for food made from scratch. He will very easily put on a few extra pounds during the holidays.

Huge sweet tooth. Cake, cookies, candy, you name it, he'll eat it.

(I'm imagining William going feral for southern cooking. He'd think some things were iffy at first, but end up gobbling it all up. Especially biscuits and gravy. Any sweets that were a family recipe would have him on his knees too.)

Per my title, William would love a reader with daddy issues. He'd say all the right things to get you ticking.

Without a doubt, William would love spoiling his partner. He's gotta do something with all that money, and dressing you up and spoiling you is his favorite thing to do. Expect fancy beauty products, trinkets, nice clothes and shoes, lingerie, toys, and anything that would make his girl happy.

William would love to pick out your outfits, making you feel like a porcelain doll while he plays build a bear.

Thank you so much for reading and for all the support on my first set of headcanons!

[aroaceleovaldez]

since Hades/Pluto is heavily associated with volcanic vents (locations with noxious fumes were considered entrances to the underworld and so most ploutonions were placed on those types of sites) what if Nico and Hazel get healed/power ups from hot springs water like Percy does with just water in general.

just like. get Nico in an onsen and it'll fix everything wrong with him.

[ladydelena]

Tamlin: N-SFW Alphabet

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

Doting. Teasing. Lazily caressing your abdomen. Stroking your hair, giving you time to breathe but not fully come down from a high before he’s taunting you with trailed kisses, stealing your breath with his touch and intimate words… he knows what he's doing. When you're finally spent, he takes the time to make sure you're clean and comfortable before drifting off to sleep together.

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

Tam is proud of his overall physique and he likes to keep his body well honed. It’s an instrument of war and pleasure, and he’s good at both. A single body part though? His hands. He likes his skills with his sword, fiddle, and you, and his hands have mastered them all. 

On you? Your curves. The softness of your body, the plush of your arms, your breasts, your belly, hips, and thighs, he melts internally at the sight of you and he always wants to hold you and be held by you because of it. Now a single thing? It has to be your cute face and cheeks. The way they dimple a bit unevenly when you smile, and flush when you get cold easily, or get flustered… 

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

No apprehension, no shame, you both end up a mess when you share in each other. You’re filled with him, all you can taste is each other, you’re both panting hot messes. Noone knows what happened but it was great. 100/10. Would do it again.

Also, see below in dirty secret.

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

It’s not dirty, but also not common knowledge, Tam really doesn’t have too many sexual barriers, ever more so than normal fae. Not only is he open to any gender, he’s not closed off from receiving any pleasure as well. He likes knowing how to please in return so he’s shifted into different genders and species and explored everything there is to explore and he knows how to provide. 

He likes when you play with him in his beastie body too. You like when beastie Tam finishes all over you.

I have no shame.

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

Extremely experienced. And not just in the number of partners, but in being able to learn what they like and put it to good use. It's not just physical, it’s mental and emotional experience too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I want to say good old traditional missionary because I have a feeling he likes relentlessly driving into you while still being able to look deep into your soul… he’s kind of intense like that, buuuuut-

Doggy. Standing, kneeling, bent over the table, let me just say he shows his affection and love for you all the time, but in this? He really, reallllllyyyy loves claiming you, breeding you, making you his, just absolutely burying himself in you.

(And you like taking it like the submissive breedable good pet that you are…)

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

In general he's not goofy, but a lot of the time he’s a bit rakish and mischievous with how he teases you. He knows how to make you a whimpering mess and it gives him a great big, shit-eatting-grin to see how well he can make you putty in his hands. The Bastard. Love him though. 

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

He keeps it trimmed down there, nothing too neat or too crazy, but the rest of him? Well he’s a little furry beast after all. The male has soft pillowy chest hair, arm hair, and a little happy trail that is slightly darker than the sun-kissed blonde the rest of the world sees. As I seem to recall, he's rather fond of you taking a trip down that very trail… the path less traveled, I suppose, though you frequent it often, I’m sure.

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

How do I say this… Tamlin has a certain way of always spiking a bit of adrenaline in you. He has the butterflies in your stomach going wild with anticipation. In the morning before the sun fully rises, at night when the bed beacons to both of you, in the moonlit courtyard or glowing yellow fields of his court, he makes it feel like you are newly together with his desire for you. He has beastly tendencies that make you shudder with anticipation but at the same time he is so gentle with his touches and kisses, so loving with his words , and he's not scared of intimacy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s not shy about his sexual appetite but once he has a partner he loves, he doesn't really need solo time that often. He has a fairly active sex life with you and had no shortage of lovers before. That being said, if you're tired or not in the mood and he is, he’s not pressuring you. Once he makes sure you're attended to and well taken care of he doesn't mind taking care of his needs and doesn't make you feel guilty about it at all.  

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ho boy. Our beastly princely High Lord. Tamlin was not written for the modest mind. The Calanmai firenight fae orgy doesn't begin to cover what he's capable of or into. And while he doesn’t mind an audience, I’d say that Tamlin’s insatiable appetite is laser focused on you. He's not bound by human morals or constructs. Hell, he's not even bound by the physical limitations of his (well-endowed) male body. He thoroughly enjoys being a pleasure dom- and that coupled with his beastly aura, his endless fae stamina, and the unlimited forms he can take as a shapeshifter? Ho boy. He can match your freak. Dare I say surpass what you thought possible as well.

Additional thought here- he likes the fluidity of his shifting. I think he might be a bit restrained at first with a partner, but when comfortable, he sort of exists somewhere between fae and beast. His senses are heightened, his pleasure and need to breed and please you in return is more primal. He likes biting and nipping, he likes running his claws down you and mixing aches with pleasure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Though your sleeping chambers see the most frequent use, Tamlin is a son of Spring, and he truly sees to it that you, ahem, blossom, out in the open air, in the fields and forests of his court. Honorable mention to the many closet doors and hidden rooms that had been willing third parties in your lust driven frenzied moments between meetings and courtly duties.

(not sure if this should be under kink, but he likes to hunt you through his forests and claim you when he finally gets his hands… or paws… on you. Like I said, not made for modest minds.)

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

He doesn't dress up often, and mostly exists in his practical clothing, but seeing you dressed up (or dressed down), and radiant, it really does something to him. He loves that you feel safe and comfortable enough to be free; a soft flowing dress that hints at your curves, your hair unbound and cheeks flushed from the brisk spring air, he goes feral over your softness and warmth. It's the same at night or when you're dressed down to do things like read a book or craft. He has the instinct of a provider, and seeing you comfortable and relaxed, seeing you happy and warm and inviting, it makes him feel not only emotionally secure, but physically makes him want to hold you, care for you, love you. (And well, you know where that tends to lead with our Tam.) 

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

Degradation. He’s definitely into mixing pain and pleasure, but when it comes to how he speaks to you, putting you down or degrading you is a hard no. He doesn’t like being spoken to that way either. Teasing and taunting? Sure. But he prefers a relationship void of this at all.

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

This. Male. Lives. Between. Thighs. 

He needs the taste of you like he needs to breathe.

It’s not performative. He genuinely craves you, and he’s not squeamish or shy about any of the body’s natural scents or functions. 

Tamlin likes when you take time to pleasure him as well, and it's normally when you both are having a lazy day where nothing is rushed, but he is a giver, and he doesn't rush your pleasure. He knows how to draw you to your edge, how to leave you wanting, how to make your body sing and push you over the edge again and again. He doesn’t care when or where, anytime is fair game when it comes to laying you down and moving your skirts out of the way so he can feast.

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

Everything. He’s everything. But in general, there's a feral edge that drives him to go at a medium but brutal pace. He’s making sure you feel him in every nerve of your body, each thrust threatening to push you over the edge and leave you breathless.

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

He’s not against them. 

He prefers to have enough time for you two to fully enjoy each other, but with how busy courtly duties can be for both of you, quickies are not uncommon. It’s quite common actually to find yourself being pounded against a closet door, a hand twined in your hair, or bent over a private lunch table, a hand muffling your mouth as you try your hardest to not disturb the manors staff with your heated moments. He’s not the only insatiable beast in this relationship.

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

Yes. As long as your overall safety is not at risk, all else is fair game. Tam is definitely open to trying new things, he’s not much for traditional boundaries when it comes to how you two experience and share pleasure.

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

Multiple rounds. He takes his time and lasts quite a while before finding his release, often making sure you're thoroughly sated before joining in on the fun. Sometimes it's only a breath before you continue, sometimes it can be an hour of loving caresses and being content in each other's presence before continuing, but he can go all night. And trust me when i say, he’s got stamina.

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

Toys are not entirely common especially in the beginning, but Tam is definitely open to them. The reason that you guys don't exactly have them until later on in the relationship is just because Tams magic itself and shapeshifting are both very present when you two are together. Who needs leather straps when vines have you bound and displayed like a piece of art? 

(I’m sorry to say my mind is filthy but who needs a helping hand… or appendage… when he can literally dual wield himself by shapeshifting??)

It would be unfair to compare his purring to a vib… anyways.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is EXTREMELY unfair sometimes, but he delivers in the end. He doesn't bring you to the edge just to not help you over. But he has centuries of experience in honing his love of pleasure, this male knows when you’re urgently needy, and if he’s in a particularly roguish mood? Everything is slow, and teasing, and lazily sensual until you’re aching with need and he still wants to hear you panting and babbling before he delivers your release.

Would you put yourself through the torture again? duh.

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

Oh boy, he's a growly one. He’s not shy about his sounds and it’s great. The deep husky command in his voice, the panting as your bodies move as one, the growls of desire and dominance, the whimpers of pleasure when he surrenders control, the hurried words of praise and love, and even the hoarse moans- he’s not shy about his sounds. It drives you mad with how much you want to hear more.

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

He likes to be babied and cared for. Like being a beastie boy is all good, but he truly likes to be pet and brushed when he's in his other form. He likes being held and snuggled. In his fae form he loves when you sit in his lap in a non sexual way and have your face buried in his neck. He loves the intimacy you share, just holding each other and reading or watching the sun rise under the open sky. 

If the wild card is a sexual thing, it might be surprising , but he truly has an artistic soul, even when it comes to intimacy. The way he weaves your bodies together and makes you feel, he has the heart and soul of an artist despite his role in his court  and you feel it in every moment you share with him.

*I think he likes when you take control sometimes too. Ride him like your life depends on it and tell him he’s a good boy when he’s close okay? He’s a good boy!* 

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

Lord. High Lord that is. He’s sinfully, lustfully crafted by the mother herself. Even in his fae form, there's a primal buzz to the air about him. His hard toned body that even a glimpse at when he's fully dressed has you thinking of the feel of him pressed against you… yeah.

Tamlin is one of the bigger males you’ve seen, he has that rakish glint in his eye that is at odds with his respectful presence. A princely air about him that is at odds with the animalistic tilt of his head and gate of his step. That damn soft mouth of his that often pulls on the pointed edge of his canines…

I need air.

Tamlin has these masculine but elegant hands, they’re large and rough from his fighting and swordsmanship, but elegantly shaped and veined, and artistic as well. And his body? It doesn't matter how long you’ve been with him, any glimpse sends your blood boiling.

If we’re talking about certain parts, though, he's thick. Long enough to please you, but thick enough to have you buzzing with anticipation- Every. Time. and that's before the shapeshifting games begin. How many different species are there in Prythian? That's a whole lot of schlongs to have fun with. 

(I’m sorry. no I’m not)

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

His sex drive is high. Multiple times throughout the day, and it’s never lacking, he always shows up both emotionally and physically. Sometimes though, it catches you off guard. A gentle touch, a lingering stare, and you can feel the heat building in your cheeks, the shallowness of your breath. You drive him mad with need, and the effect he has on you is unparalleled. You yearn for him deeply and thoroughly as well. 

It’s nice, by the way, he finally feels loved and chosen by you, and you feel the same- wanted by him. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quickly. Tamlin is actually a relatively light, sometimes restless sleeper and will wake at the smallest sound, though it's hard to gauge when he’s actually awake or asleep. He’s good at checking in through the night to monitor your surroundings but he never moves or makes sounds in an effort to not wake you up. 

He’s better than he used to be, though the restlessness from his past hardships still sometimes trouble him. Since meeting you though, his nights have been more peaceful and he can often get through the entire night without waking, thanks to the conversations and real tough realities you've worked through with him- it was a non-negotiable on your end in order for you to accept his courtship, and he was willing to face his demons for a chance to be yours.

_________

Edit: honorable mention that I could see him being in a bite-y mood and just….

[psymachine]

hear me out: you, me, dennis, and god all know he looks good in lingerie, but maybe he's a little bit unsure what mac "the problem is you're into all that early 80s glam rock femme shit; definitely had masc4masc in his grindr profile" mcdonald will think of it

[vermilionsun]

Headcanons about how the LIs would kiss the MC for the first time? Definitely not ideas to draw-

oMG— HI HI HIIIIIIIIIII 🙋‍♂️🙇‍♂️ *exploads*

𝓐𝓲𝓼

✩ Probably happens in a dimly lit, secluded part of Eridia—perhaps an alleyway where the air is thick with the pungent stench of rotting garbage and decay. The narrow space between the crumbling buildings offers a rare moment of solitude in that God-forgotten city.

✩ Ais's eyes, usually sharp and alert, soften as they linger on the MC.

✩ In his defense, emotions were running H I G H. It's not his fault they were right there, looking so beautiful and absolutely enticing.

✩ His gaze remains locked on theirs, searching for something—maybe permission, maybe a sign that they feel the same pull that he does. When he finds it, his resolve seems to crumble, just a little.

✩ With a deep breath, as if steeling himself, Ais reaches out. His hand, usually so steady and sure, hovers for a moment before finally brushing against the MC’s cheek. The touch is surprisingly gentle.

✩ Yeah, the consequences could wait

✩ The kiss is slow at first, almost tentative, as if he’s testing the waters, unsure of how far he can go. But when the MC responds, the kiss deepens, becoming more intense.

There’s a rawness to it, an urgency that leaves them both breathless.

✩ Ais’s other hand comes up to cradle the back of the MC’s head, pulling them closer as if afraid they might slip away. The world around them—the decay, the danger, the darkness—melts away, leaving just the two of them, lost in the moment.

✩ When they finally pull apart, Ais’s breath is ragged, his forehead resting against the MC’s as he struggles to regain control. His eyes, once so unreadable, now shimmer with a vulnerability he’s never shown before.

✩ “Don’t make me regret this,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, a plea wrapped in a warning.

𝓚𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓼

✞ The bitch /affectionately has been dropping shameless hints the moment he met them the very same day

✞ It is a wall. A very nice wall, if he has a say. He's the type to trap them between a rock and a... hard place [you guess which is which]

✞ "Well, he looks at me and I look at him And he looks at me and I look at him And he looks at me and I look at him" And it goes like that for a few agonising long moments. Mfr is like :3

✞ His expression is gentle, but there’s a depth of emotion there that he hasn’t fully expressed before. Eventually, mister giraffe leans down for a long peak. There’s no rush, giving the MC all the time in the world to decide if that is what they want.

✞ He kisses them with a kind of reverence, as if they’re something precious, something to be cherished.

✞ Oh, don't get me STARTED ON THE HAND PLACEMENT

✞ One hand on the small of their back, firm yet gentle, guiding them closer to him. The other hand tangled in their hair, fingers softly caressing the back of their neck.

✞ When they eventually pull apart, Kuras’s eyes remain closed for a moment longer, as if savoring the feeling, the memory of their lips on his. He smiles, but it’s tinged with a kind of sadness.

✞ Next moment, he's holding them tight against his chest, allowing them to feel the steady beat of his heart.

✞ “Thank you”

𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻

🗡 Takes place in The Wet Wick, buzzing with its usual crowd—a mix of unsavory characters, mercenaries, and those looking to drown their troubles in strong drink.

🗡 Leander leans in his chair, his posture relaxed. His fingers tap lightly against the rim of his glass, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

🗡 “You know, I can’t tell if you’re doing this on purpose,” his words, like always, are laced with that effortless charm.

🗡 Leander watches them for a moment longer, then, with a slow, deliberate movement, reaches out. His fingers lightly graze the back of the MC’s hand, sending a shiver up their arm. Leander’s touch is warm, and his lips even more so as places a soft kiss upon the bare knuckles, emerald eyes gleaming with adoration.

🗡 He then moves their hand to cup his cheek, leaning in...

🗡 The kiss is everything the MC might have expected from him—confident, intense, and undeniably passionate. His lips move against theirs with a kind of practiced ease, as if he’s done this a thousand times before.

🗡 His hand comes up to the small of their back, pulling them closer, his body pressing against theirs.

🗡 When he finally pulls back, his breath is ragged, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. His eyes are darker now, filled with something deeper.

🗡 He gives a small chuckle, though it’s softer, more vulnerable. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this”

𝓜𝓱𝓲𝓷

🕊 rOOFTOP KISS

The night sky is overcast, casting a muted gray glow over the city. A cool breeze rustles the MC’s clothes as they sit beside Mhin, both of them watching the distant lights flicker across the chaotic city below. The two of them sit in silence, a silence that’s not uncomfortable but rather familiar.

🕊 Mhin's shoulders are slightly less tense, their gaze lingers on the horizon rather than avoiding eye contact. They mightt be on the edge of letting something slip through the cracks of their defenses.

🕊 “Why are you still here? With me?” It’s a question born of clear curiosity, neither insecurity nor doubt.

They turn to face the MC, their heart beating a little faster.

🕊 For a moment, Mhin looks like they might pull back, might retreat into themselves the way they always do. But instead, they hesitate, their breath catching slightly as they move closer.

🕊 “Because I want to be.” It’s not an elaborate answer, but it’s the truth, and Mhin values honesty above all else. “Are you sure?” Mhin asks, their voice quieter still, almost like they’re asking themselves more than the MC. The MC nods, their gaze steady. “Yes.” 🕊 That’s all it takes.

🕊 Mhin is the one to close the final distance between them.

🕊 The kiss is delicate, almost fragile, as though Mhin is afraid to break something—perhaps the walls they’ve built around themselves [too late for that tho---] It’s not rushed or passionate, but slow and measured, like they’re trying to make sense of it.

🕊 Mhin’s hand hovers near the MC’s cheek, as if they want to touch but aren’t sure they should.

🕊 When they finally break the kiss, Mhin pulls back slowly, their gaze searching the MC’s face for any sign of regret or hesitation. There's definately color in their cheeks.

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓮

✦ The alleyway behind The Wet Wick, where the flickering light from the tavern barely reaches. It's late, the streets mostly empty except for the occasional passerby, and the two of them have just slipped out of sight, away from the bustling noise of the tavern.

✦ “You really should be more careful around me, you know,” Vere says, his voice low and lilting, dripping with mock concern.

✦ He steps closer, his movements smooth, almost predatory, like a cat toying with its prey. He tilts his head slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes as he closes the gap between them.

✦ His hand moves to brush lightly against the MC’s arm, the touch barely there, more of a tease than a real caress. It's intoxicating, his scent a mix of something sweet and dangerous, like poisoned honey.

✦ They can’t tell if he’s about to kiss them or kill them—and that’s exactly how Vere likes it.

✦ His lips are soft, but there’s a dangerous edge to the way he kisses them, his teeth grazing their bottom lip just enough to send a shiver down their spine.

✦ His hand comes up to cup the side of their neck, his fingers lightly pressing into their skin, holding them in place as he deepens the kiss.

✦ It's as much a test as a promise, a dance on the edge of something darker, something dangerous. It isn’t just about fun for him—it’s about control.

✦ When he finally pulls back, his breath is ragged, his eyes w i d e and hungry. He lingers close, his lips still barely brushing theirs.

✦ “You’ve managed to exceed my expectations,” Vere murmurs, his voice soft but dripping with intrigue. "Kiss me like that again, and I might actually start to like you.”