#this is a headcanon I’ve had for a while I could definitely go more in depth about it if I really wanted to but. hm not today

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is this anything. sorry

[vibelladonna]

✑ 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝜗𝜚 𝑔𝑒𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝓎𝓊𝑔𝑜

Here we go again—since my most popular fanfic just happens to be about kinks, I might as well keep feeding the masses, right?  

Kinks, round two, featuring the second-best guys, really the first-best guys in my opinion in the TKATB fandom. You know, the ones everyone secretly (or not-so-secretly) wants to romance but, unfortunately, the game just refuses to let us have.

Boo hoo. Tragic. Heartbreaking.  

We’re out here, thirsting over a handful of drawings and barely-there dialogue, while the game just sits there like, "Nah, you get scraps at best." Like, oh, cool, thanks. Totally what I asked for. Not like I wanted actual interactions or anything. 

Nope, just gonna sit here, simping in silence.

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: 18+ NO KIDS (Adults Only) This content contains mature themes unsuitable for children. Please respect the creator's intentions. 

You know the drill—I blended a bit of canon with my headcanons for Geo and Hyugo. Kept it to just four kinks to keep things short and spicy, then topped it off with a little sweet treat at the end. 

Hope you enjoy! [ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ]

Starting off, I’ve noticed that TKATB fans have their unique preferences when it comes to Sol or Hyugo. 

Geo fans? They love a strong, silent, towering wall of a man who could probably carry all their groceries in one trip and still have a free hand. He’s dependable, steady, and intimidating in a hot way. But when it comes to suggestive content, some struggle to picture it—he’s asexual, after all.

As an asexual writer myself, I get it… and yes, I just called myself out. No excuses.

Hyugo fans, though? Y’all are wild. He’s a short shit menace, runs on sugar, and has the energy of a raccoon that found an energy drink. Cute? Absolutely. Safe? Questionable. There’s something about that playful, borderline-chaotic vibe that makes him irresistible—like a gremlin you can’t help but love.

Ngl Hyugo deadass scares me compared to Geo.

✑ 𝑔𝑒𝑜

Naturally, I have to start with my husband—Geo, aka Subaru Oogami. Now, let’s be real, if I actually called him that to his face, he’d hit me with the nastiest side-eye known to mankind. But do I care? Absolutely not. I play too much.

Geo is mysterious, sure, but let’s not act like he’s some enigma wrapped in a riddle. He’s smart, tall, and built like a damn fortress, and yeah, no one in their right mind wants to be on his bad side. But honestly? I cannot take him seriously. Like, okay, sir, you’re glaring at me—what now? You gonna keep staring? Blink twice if you need help. 

Honestly, it’s more fun to make it a game at this point.

His style, like my guy stays rocking ripped black jeans, what appears to be fishnet tights (??), a dark purple hoodie, and underneath that baggy hoodie, I thought he was wearing some kind of undershirt. 

But no. You know what it is? A tight, white workout shirt. I had to double-check, and yeah, that’s definitely a compression shirt. Why does he layer like this? I don’t know. Maybe he’s secretly a gym bro. Maybe he just likes the aesthetic. Either way, I support him.

Alright, onto the real question: Can you see Geo as kinky?

Uhhhhhh... no? But also, maybe? Listen, most asexuals know about the freakiest topics known to humankind (we do our research, don’t ask why). 

That’s the reason why I headcanon him into some non-sexual bondage thing.

But Geo himself? He’s not out here scheming, plotting, or forcing anything—he’s more of a “handle things on his own” kind of guy. That said, if you offer or if he really wants to show appreciation for you... yeah, he’s got a bit of a freak in him. Not the overwhelming kind—just enough to keep things interesting. He’s calculated about it, never too much, always just enough to leave you wondering. 

✑ Hella Vanilla (Soft Dom Baby!)

Now for Geo preferences!

Look, I’m really trying my best not to write Geo too close to Crowe, but let’s be honest—they’re both vanilla. The difference? Geo is vanilla with a capital V. Crowe at least has some experience, while Geo? 

He’s new to all this. 

Like, be nice to him, he’s still figuring things out. That being said, don’t think for a second that Geo’s gonna let you take full control. Oh no, he’s independent. You can tell him how you want to be touched, how you like to be held, but he’s stubborn—he wants to learn on his own and figure out the best way to please you himself. Trial and error, but make it hot.

Soft Dom Energy. That’s Geo. He can be broody, moody, and mad at everything, but when it comes to you, this is the only time he lets himself be vulnerable. He’s surprisingly affectionate, and during an intense make-out session? 

You will not be able to breathe. 

This man is obsessed with littering kisses all over your skin, like he’s trying to memorize you with his mouth. And let me tell you, do not try to push him away. I mean, you can try, but the second he’s out of breath, looking at you with those intense-ass eyes, he’s pulling you right back in. 

It’s almost desperate, like he physically needs you. And when you’re on his lap, instead of taking it further, this man will deadass just stare at you, call you pretty, rest his head on your chest, and hug you. Like sir??? That’s illegal???

This is why Geo is the definition of a Soft Dom. It’s not about control—it’s about connection. He doesn’t just want to do things to you, he wants to make sure you feel everything. His dominance is all about guidance, care, and making sure you know just how much he worships you.

And don’t get it twisted—just because he’s soft doesn’t mean he’s weak. 

He still has control. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he takes his time. Yeah, he can be mean, a little asshole-ish sometimes, but listen… poor Geo just has trust issues. Deep-seated daddy issues, confirmed by Fantasia herself.

As for kinks? Light bondage, teasing, and lots of sensual play. Everything with him is slow and intentional because it’s not just physical—it’s emotional. 

He gets in your head before he ever gets in your bed.

✑ Body Worship / Size

Geo is the kind of man who doesn’t need to say how much he loves you—he’ll show you instead. And when it comes to you? Yeah, he’s obsessed.

He’s 100% into body worship. All shapes. All sizes. Every single inch of you. Geo doesn’t just admire you; he memorizes you. Every dip, every curve, every little detail that makes you you—he knows it.

It’s in the way he touches you, his fingers dragging slowly over your skin like he’s mapping out something sacred. It’s in the way he kisses you, lingering at the places you don’t even think twice about—your shoulder, your wrists, the space behind your ear—just because he can. 

And the most insane part? This is all before he even considers taking it further. Sex isn’t even on his mind at this point. He just wants you close.

Also, Geo absolutely has a size kink, and you cannot convince me otherwise.

The man is huge. Tall, broad, and built like he was specifically designed to make everyone feel tiny in comparison. And if you happen to be taller or close to his height? I’m so sorry, but that does not save you. 

Geo will find a way to make you feel small—whether it’s the way he looms over you, stepping just a little too close so you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes, or how he deliberately slows his movements, reminding you just how much bigger and stronger he is.

And let me tell you—he eats that shit up.

Not in an obvious way, though. Geo isn’t Crowe; he’s not gonna outright tease you about it. But the moment he catches on how do you react?

Oh, he leans into it.

Casually backing you into a counter like he just happened to move that way, dropping his voice a little lower when he speaks, making you hyper-aware of just how much space he takes up. 

And then—the worst part?

When you say something to him, he doesn’t just answer like a normal person. No. Geo has to lean down, real slow, get right in your space, eyes heavy-lidded and unreadable before letting out a low, amused “Mm?”

Sir. Sir. You heard me the first time.

And he knows. He knows exactly what he’s doing. The little shift of his lips, the faintest smirk in his eyes—he gets a kick out of watching you react. He won’t admit it, but he definitely enjoys making you flustered.

Now, about his strength. Because Geo isn’t just big—he’s ridiculously strong. And instead of being normal about it, he’s just out here carrying you whenever he feels like it.

This man is a Great Dane in human form. Yes, I get why people compare him to a cat—he’s broody, standoffish, and acts like he doesn’t care. But the second he’s comfortable around you? Boom. Massive, clingy, overgrown puppy. A whole 6’2” worth of muscle that has zero concept of personal space.

Like picture this: You’re in the kitchen, minding your business, when suddenly—boom. A wall of man is right behind you, hands casually gripping your hips, chin resting on top of your head. "What you doing in here?"

Sir. SIR. You nearly throw the spatula. You didn’t even hear him come in, and now he’s just standing there, pressed against you like your own personal shadow. And the worst part? He does this constantly.

Geo will randomly sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and rest his chin on your shoulder—unbothered. He’s not even trying to start anything; he just likes being close to you. Like some big, scary-looking human-weighted blanket with zero boundaries.

And honestly? He thinks it’s cute.

(It is cute, but we are not feeding his ego.)

Now, let’s discuss his obsession with carrying you. Because Geo will carry you. And no, not just when it’s "necessary." This man will find any excuse to pick you up.

Can’t reach something? He lifts you. Feeling lazy? Over his shoulder, you go.

Trying to argue with him? Congratulations. You have been physically removed from the conversation. He doesn’t even struggle.

"Geo, PUT ME DOWN."

You could be fighting for your life, yelling at him to put you down, and he’s just walking away, completely unbothered.

"Nah." And the worst part? He’s lowkey smirking.

This man is carrying you like you weigh absolutely nothing, while you’re over here kicking your feet in protest—and he is loving every second of it. I swear to God, you’re his weakness.

Right, let’s talk about Geo’s weaknesses.

Because for all his composure, all his brooding, mysterious, cold-hearted bastard energy, the man is insanely sensitive. His chest? His stomach?

Absolute weak spots.

You don’t even have to try hard—just a light brush of your fingers along his torso, and suddenly, boom. His breath hitches, his muscles tense, and his whole body betrays him. And oh, he hates that.

Geo, who prides himself on being unshakable, unreadable, completely in control, and yet? A simple touch has him slipping. Just for a second—but it’s enough. Enough for you to see it. That momentary flicker in his expression, the way his brows furrow like he’s fighting off a reaction. 

Geo is not immune. And if you really want to break him? Focus on his chest. And since he is an asshole that also means that he is petty.

Like what you’ll do to him he will absolutely do it right back at you in the unexpected moment so— that’s how he ended up becoming obsessed with your body because you simply just could not stop touching him which I don’t blame you so.

Like doesn’t even matter even why, he’s obsessed—no possessive… of your body like he would never tell you what to wear personally, but he would definitely like to keep it for his eyes view, depending on what you’re wearing.

Trust me on this like he doesn’t even need therapy as long as that you’re exist, and that’s enough. There is not a single session where his hands aren’t on you in some way. And the worst part?

Half the time, he’s not even aware he’s doing it.

It’s absentminded.

Resting his palm over your chest while cuddling? Check. Idly tracing patterns against your skin while zoning out? Check. Acting like a human-weighted blanket with grabby hands? Double check.

But when is he aware of it? Oh, he’s shameless.

Like I know, I’m rambling at this point. I’m supposed to be talking about kinks but like let me ramble—please after all the researching I have done for his character???

Also, Geo is so touch-starved, it’s almost pitiful.

This man hates people. Hates when they fawn over him. Hates when they get too close. He keeps his distance, keeps himself cold, and it works. It suits him. Until you come along and absolutely ruin him.

Because now? He notices everything.

You, brushing your hand against his? Feels like a goddamn brand. He’ll be scrubbing the memory from his brain while on his morning run, furious that it’s still there. 

You, touching him even casually? Oh, he’s doomed.

And of course, because Geo is the worst, his response is to be even more of an asshole to you. His usual indifference turns cutting. His words get sharper, his tone a little meaner—we love a toxic man. I’m lying. But does that stop him from wanting you? No.

Geo wants his hands on you. Constantly.

Kissing, touching, staring—he’s got to feel you under his fingers. And the best part? He doesn’t even bother to pretendlike it’s anything other than pure obsession.

You ask him, “Why are you so obsessed with touching me?” And he gives you that look. The one that says, “How dare you ask something so stupid.” The one that could reduce you to ash if it were any more intense. 

His face is unreadable, as if you’ve just asked him why the sky is blue or why pizza is delicious. And then, with all the seriousness in the world, he mutters in that tone of his, “Feels nice.”

Like it’s a universal truth—as if you were the crazy one for not getting it. Duh. Yeah, he's intimidating. Yeah, he's moody. Yeah, he gives off serious "I’m a brick wall with emotional issues" vibes. But when it comes to you? 

Oh, he’s a whole different kind of animal.

He’s a soft, body-worshipping, touch-starved menace who refuses to let you out of his grip. Ever. And you know what? It’s kind of cute, in an incredibly irritating way. He’s like a big, clingy puppy with a very dangerous bite.

And when it comes to sex? Forget it. Geo’s not just here to do the bare minimum. No, no. He’s going to make sure you feel every single second of it.

Geo? He’s slow. He’s deliberate. He’s the kind of guy who’s in no rush because he wants to savor it. 

The way your body clenches around him, the way your breath catches when he pushes deeper. The way your lips stretch to fit him and your little hands look like they could barely wrap around his.

Every single tiny detail drives him absolutely insane, and he’s not going to rush through any of it.

He’s going to take his sweet time.

And Geo’s Version of Aftercare: Affectionately Rude

Listen, if you’re expecting Geo to be the type to light candles, whisper sweet nothings, or pull you into a warm, cozy embrace post-intimacy, I have some unfortunate news for you. That is not happening. Not in this lifetime, not in the next.

Soft blankets? No.

Gentle forehead kisses? Absolutely not.

Deep emotional talks? He’d rather perish.

But!—and this is important—he’s not about to treat you like some random one-night stand either. He might be an asshole, but he’s not that much of an asshole.

So what does Geo’s version of aftercare look like?

Step 1: The Bossy Bathroom Break

Before you can even catch your breath, he’s already on it. “Go to the bathroom.”

If you protest, he doesn’t argue—he just picks you up like a damn sack of flour and drops you off there himself. “I’m not carrying your ass to the ER for an infection. Move.”

Step 2: The No-Nonsense Cleanup

When you get back, he’s already waiting—arms crossed, tossing you a towel like it’s a mandatory post-battle debriefing. “Here. Clean yourself up.”

Oh, you’re tired? Sore? Struggling to move? Tough luck. Geo isn’t about to baby you, but if he sees you wobbling, he’ll just exhale through his nose, snatch the towel back, and do it himself. And of course, he won’t say why—he’ll just grumble under his breath like it’s some massive inconvenience, but his hands?

Ridiculously gentle.

Step 3: The Hoodie Toss

Cleanup done? Great. Now brace yourself, because a hoodie is coming straight for your face. “Get dressed.” No further explanation.

You’re putting on his clothes, and that’s final.

Step 4: The Food Situation

Geo’s not completely heartless—let’s get that straight. He knows you’re probably starving after he just ruined the living shit out of you, so he’ll either begrudgingly make you something himself—while fucking complaining the entire time or order takeout like a responsible adult.

And listen, I’m willing to bet that he’s shirtless while he’s doing this. Not for your benefit, of course—no, Geo doesn’t do things just to be nice. It’s probably because he’s too lazy to put a shirt back on after throwing his hoodie at you earlier.

But hey, I’m not complaining. NEITHER OF YOU

Just… be careful. You might think you’re sneaky, watching him from the bed, enjoying the view as he moves around, all toned arms and broad shoulders. But trust me—he will catch you staring.

And when he does? That knowing scoff of his will be downright insufferable.

“Like what you see? Take a picture, simp."

And just like that, any last bit of dignity you had left?

Gone.

Step 5: The Accidental Softness

But here’s where it gets interesting.

At some point, you notice it. The way his hands—big, warm, and calloused from years of archery—start slowly running over your sides. Not in a calculated way, not in an obvious way. Just absentmindedly. Like he’s not even thinking about it, just feeling.

And for all his gruffness, there’s something about the way he touches you that feels different. Like he’s grounding himself. Like, without even realizing it, he’s making sure you’re still there.

His fingers trace over your skin, gentle but firm, almost possessive. As if he’s silently reminding himself, Yeah. This happened. You’re mine. You’re still here.

And the moment you point it out?

Oh, he snaps out of it so fast. LIKE DUDE STOP RUINING THE MOMENT!!

You’re forced to sit on the living room, couch, waiting for Geo begrudgingly ordered or what he cock on the couch because—God forbid do not eat in this man’s bed he will curse you out, which I don’t blame him. I hate people eating in my bed, too.

When you pause, squinting at him.

“The hell are you looking at?” he mutters, catching your stare.

“You were touching me.”

Geo barely reacts, just raising an eyebrow. “…And?”

A smirk tugs at your lips. “So you do care.”

His jaw tightens, and for a second, it looks like he’s about to argue. Instead, he exhales sharply, shoving your food container or plate closer to you.

“Eat your damn food.” But here’s the theme as he’s looking away. You can tell the redness on his pale face so you definitely did something.

Classic Geo. Affection? Accidental. Care? Hidden under layers of attitude. But at the end of the day, he’s not letting you go.

And what’s the best part of all this?

He’s not letting you go anytime soon.

✑ Bondage (my fav…)

Y’all knew this was coming. I mean, how could I not talk about Geo and bondage? It’s honestly one of my favorites, and you’re about to see why.

Geo? He’s the type to be meticulous about it. We’re talking intricately tying your wrists and ankles—none of that rushed stuff. 

He’s all about making sure the ropes are perfect, each knot tight and precise, just the right amount of pressure on your skin. The way the ropes caress your body as he pulls them snug—there’s something almost artistic about it. 

He’s not just tying you up; he’s painting you with every knot and twist, his hands slow and deliberate as they move over your skin.

And then, when he's done, Geo doesn’t rush it. Oh no, he stands over you for a few moments, just watching. And he’s not watching with concern or any weird sense of urgency. Nah. He’s watching you squirm—studying you, as if he’s seeing how you react to being bound in his ropes, how you shift and struggle. 

He loves seeing how the ropes hold you in place, watching how you can’t move the way you want, like you’re completely at his mercy.

His eyes—those unreadable, sharp eyes—never leave you, and in that moment, it’s like everything is just about you. The way you tug at the restraints, the way your body shifts trying to find some freedom, the soft little gasps as you move. 

And he’s loving every single second of it.

He’s a tallllll guy, so the way you’re all tied up beneath him just makes him feel even bigger, like you’re trapped in his world, and there's no escape. And don’t even get me started on the way he’s so smug about it. He knows exactly how much control he has, and he’s not shy about relishing in it.

And just when you think he’s about to do something, he’ll pause—making you wait. Because if there’s one thing Geo loves more than anything, it’s the anticipation. That long, drawn-out pause before he decides to make his next move.

Oh—oh my god, let’s talk about sensory deprivation—because Geo has a bit of a thing for that. And guess what? It goes hand-in-hand with his extensive love of tying you up.

Geo’s collection of soft rope, however his silk ribbons is practically a work of art. Seriously. He’s got them all—every color you can imagine. But his favorites? Dark purple, black, and maybe a bit of red for that extra flair.

You know the red ribbon that always be in his hair? 🤭

You know, the same ribbons he uses to tie his hair? Yeah, those ones. But here’s the thing: those same ribbons are going to be used to tie YOU up.

 It’s almost like a twisted little fashion show, except this time, you’re his model.

Add little more fun ask him take pictures of you, I’m sure he’s willing to comply. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna be hesitant at first, but trust me it’s a fair trade.

He loves the way the silk glides through his fingers as he ties you up, each knot like a little secret, a personal touch only he knows. And then, once you're tied up and helpless, that's when the fun begins.

Again, he’s all about the build-up.

He’ll take his time, letting the anticipation hang thick in the air, like you both know what's coming but he’s not in any rush. He might even brush a finger over your skin just enough to tease you, before pulling away like he’s got all the time in the world. 

He does. He always does.

And once you're all tied up, there’s this weird moment where everything is heightened. Without sight, without sound, every little thing Geo does to you feels more intense. 

You can feel the air shift when he moves, the heat of his body close by but never enough. You hear the slightest sound, and your entire body tenses, wondering what he’s going to do next.

Then, just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he’s there, his fingers brushing over the silk ribbons, admiring how they look against your skin.

And that? That’s when he smirks HE DOES IT WHEN HIS BOBY IS FACING AWAY FROM YOU. Because he knows exactly how much this is driving you wild, and he’s not even close to done.

And trust me, you’ll be squirming in more ways than one.

✑ Katoptronophilia

Let’s talk about Katoptronophilia, or as it’s commonly known, mirror sex.

Oh yeah, Geo is totally into it, he have to be, and honestly?

I’m shocked you didn’t see this coming. The man is a walking contradiction of brooding intensity and twisted fascination with aesthetics, and mirrors? 

I’m not saying that he see himself as perfect, but he definitely wants to keep up his clean appearance.

Well, they’re his perfect tool for both.

Geo? He has mirrors everywhere in his place. It’s almost a little excessive, honestly, but then again, it makes sense. He’s constantly checking his reflection, especially after those private workouts.

MAYBE a few flexes here, a few glances there—just to make sure his ‘I’m too cool to smile’ vibe is intact, right? But here's the twist: it’s not just about his reflection anymore.

Geo loves watching you in front of a mirror. He’s not obsessed with his own reflection, oh no. He’s captivated by you—your movements, your expressions.

He loves it when you catch yourself in the mirror, when you get distracted by the way your body looks. It’s like you’ve given him an excuse to slip in behind you, without a single word.

Imagine this, theses are my delusions: You’re putting on a simple gloss, just trying to get ready for the day, glancing at yourself in the mirror.

But then… you feel him.

Geo’s presence is like a shadow that makes the air a little thicker. He stands there, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him, but you’re too focused on your lips to notice. He watches as you press the gloss on, lips glistening, your reflection sparkling under the light.

And then, the moment you don’t expect it, his hands are on your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as his eyes trace the mirror. His voice is a low, teasing murmur, almost playful: “You look good. You know that, right?”

You think he’s just commenting on your outfit. Oh no.

Geo’s temptation? To mess it up.

That’s right, his eyes flick down to your lips, and the only thing stopping him from ruining that glossy shine is his overwhelming urge to keep you distracted. His lips are close to yours, and he can practically taste the anticipation, his hands tightening around you just enough to remind you he’s there.

It’s like he gets a kick out of making you aware of the fact that he’s behind you, studying your reflection. And maybe just a little bit more into watching you lose control of that mirror.

For example, It was one of those rare, lazy days where neither of you had any pressing work to do, and Geo was not thrilled about it. The man is built to be active, always on the move, constantly lifting or running or pushing himself to the limit. But today? He was stuck at a slower pace, and honestly? 

He was grumbling about it.

You, on the other hand, were doing your best to get him to actually relax—something he hates with a passion, but deep down, he knew he needed it. So, with a few gentle suggestions, you managed to convince him to settle down on the couch. But knowing Geo, it didn’t take long for things to take a turn. 

There you were, sitting in his lap, your back against his broad chest as his face buried into your shoulder. He was mumbling into your skin, the low hum of his voice sending shivers down your spine as his arms wrapped tightly around you.

He was trying, trying so hard to be calm, but the proximity, the way your body moved just slightly under his hands—it made it harder for him to focus.

The thing was, Geo couldn’t stay still for long.

Not when you were close.

So, as you shifted in his lap, trying to get more comfortable, he couldn't help but tighten his grip, pulling you just a little closer. His face pressed deeper into your neck, the weight of his body felt warm and heavy, his breath ghosting along your skin. 

"Stop squirming," he mumbled against your ear, though there was an edge to his voice—one that made it clear he wasn’t as relaxed as he let on. His fingers began to trace over your sides, gradually finding their way lower, guiding your movements with soft but firm pressure. 

And then, you noticed it—right in front of you two, the full-length mirror. 

It was like the universe had set it up just for this moment. You caught a glimpse of yourself, your body moving against his, his fingers rubbing in time with your shifts. The reflection only made it worse—made you more aware of the fact that every tiny movement of your body, every little gasp or twitch, was being mirrored, amplified, observed.

Geo was watching you carefully, studying your reflection as much as he was focused on how you were guiding him. He could see your fingers fidgeting on top of his hands, guiding him where to rub your clothed pussy, where to touch—each motion becoming more deliberate as you tried to maintain some semblance of control. 

“Geo, please…” you breathed, unable to help the way your own body responded, shifting to meet his touch. Geo’s breath hitched, his eyes flicking between your reflection and your face, watching as you squirmed in his arms. 

There was something electric about this—something that pushed all his patience to the limit, something he couldn’t ignore. His hand moved again, more firmly now, following your lead as you guided him, your body responding to every slow, deliberate movement. 

The way the mirror captured everything—the way your body arched against his, the quiet moans slipping from your lips, the way your eyes locked with his in the reflection as you both lost track of time—it was almost like you were both trapped in a moment, caught between the pleasure of the present and the art of watching you unfold. 

Geo might’ve been the one leading the way, but you were the one showing him just how much control you had, even in a moment like this.

Now watching his bare cock lined up on your stomach as you sat on his lap, reaching way past your belly button, talking about just how small you are compared to him, and wondering how he’s gonna make it fit.

As the minutes ticked by, the air in the room thickened, almost like it was holding its breath. The only sounds were the soft rhythmic movement of your bodies pressing together, and the small, breathless noises that escaped you as you rode him. 

Geo watched you with those predatory eyes, his grip tightening around your waist as you squirmed above him, just enough to drive him insane. He was nothing if not patient—insufferably patient, in fact—and he knew exactly how to draw this out. Every movement you made, every quiet whimper that slipped past your lips, only served to fuel his sick little plan.

He wasn’t going to let you win. Not yet.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, and you felt the heat of his breath on your neck, each exhale making your skin prickle with anticipation. 

But you couldn’t hold back anymore, could you? 

You were close, so close to the point where you needed him to take control, to make it stop. You were whimpering now, clinging to him, begging for him to take over. 

Geo’s lips sighed into that knowing look. He could hear it in your voice—how you were unraveling on his cock. He keeps you close until his abdomen is drenched in your slick, chuckling under his breath when you whine.

And he loved it. His thumbs traced slow circles over the plush flesh of your waist, the pressure light but deliberate. 

Every time you tried to hold back a mewl, he'd hum in response—low, condescending, almost amused by your desperation. 

"Giving up already?" he’d tease, his voice like velvet, coated in that dangerous edge of satisfaction. "Pathetic." 

But the truth was, Geo was bone-tired. 

Not in the sense that he was worn out, but in the way that only you could fill the void for him. He didn’t need anything but you, right there, straddling him, your body pressed against his. His face buried into your neck, savoring the warmth of your skin, the sweet, familiar scent of you that drove him wild. It wasn’t about control anymore. 

It was about feeling you, grounding himself in the sensation of being with you, connected in the most primal way.

And still, even when you were frozen, not moving an inch—your body so deeply connected to his—he felt it. The pressure, the way you clung to him, the way it was making both of you dizzy. It was too much. 

You were too tight, too perfect, too intoxicating. 

And then, just when you thought it was too much to bear, when you were on the edge, your mind fogged with lust, Geo pulled away. 

Just a little. Enough to make you ache. Enough to make your whole body tremble in frustration. You could feel the absence of him like a physical pull, and your breath hitched. The tease was unbearable. 

He wasn’t done with you yet. Not by a long shot. Geo enjoyed watching you suffer, toying with you, letting you think he was finally going to let you have your release. And then, when you were this close—he'd pull away again, dragging out the torment. 

Just enough to send you spiraling into your own frustration. 

And that? That was when he felt alive—pressing himself up away from the mattress, just enough to lift you off the bed too with ease. He doesn’t waste time, picking you up like you're weightless and pulling you flush against his chest, your arms snaking around his neck and your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. 

You’re not going anywhere—not that you’d want to. 

And that’s when he goes to town, fucking into you with a brutal, relentless pace. Every thrust is calculated, every movement intentional, as he watches the mess you're making in the mirror. 

You can see everything—the way you squirm, the way your lips part in breathless pleasure, the way your body trembles against him. And just when you think you can’t take anymore, he’s there—pushing you further, harder, faster. You sink your nails into his shoulders as he held you close, the sting of your grip only making him press into you deeper.

Geo doesn’t just push you back onto the mattress—he somewhat shoves you, forcing you to feel the weight of his strength as he pins you down.

There’s no hesitation, no softness, just raw, unrelenting dominance. His hand presses firmly against your stomach, palm splayed out possessively, applying just enough pressure to remind you exactly how deep he is.

And then, because he’s an absolute menace, he leans down, voice a low, mocking drawl right against your ear.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his tone dripping with condescension. “Taking me so well… like you were made for this.”

He watches your reaction with that signature smirk—half amusement, half arrogance—because he knows he’s wrecking you. And when you’re struggling to respond, barely holding yourself together?

Geo just chuckles, pressing down on your stomach a little harder.

“C’mon,” he taunts, voice dark and teasing. “Where’d all that attitude go? You were talking plenty of shit earlier.”

Oh my god, am I actually into degrading?

Then, that beautiful moment when you cry out his name, torn between wanting him to keep going or begging him to stop. It feels so damn good you can't decide.

Your body shakes and trembles, not sure whether it’s from the pleasure or the overwhelming sensation of being so completely consumed by him. 

You tell him you’re in control this time. 

You insist you’ll fuck him this time—you’re going to win. 

But deep down, you know how it ends every single time. No matter how much you try to convince him, Geo always wins.

Who wouldn't want a man like that, who knows exactly how to leave you breathless, on the edge of losing yourself?

And frankly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

✑ 𝒽𝓎𝓊𝑔𝑜

Here’s sweet baby boy Hyugo—Hyugo Sugimoto !Honestly, writing him is lowkey a challenge, especially compared to someone like Geo, but since I have a soft spot for the brothers more than the main leads (yes, even with all their complex personalities), I’m doing it for y’all.

But anyway, let’s talk about Hyugo.

He’s literally the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, hands down. Even though his outfits are on the simple side, his youthful energy just makes him glow.

He’s got this oval-shaped face, a bit baby-faced, and his sky-blue eyes are sparkling with that innocent charm. His lips are thin, but there's this softness about him that makes you want to believe he's just the nicest guy ever.

But, and here’s the thing—don’t let that sweet face fool you.

We all know the cutest, most innocent-looking ones can hide some serious secrets, right? They say looks can be deceiving, and trust me, with Hyugo, that’s an understatement.

So, the big question—can you see Hyugo as kinky?

For me? Hell yeah, absolutely.

For others? Maybe they think he’s just sweet and harmless, but I’m not taking any chances. After the stuff he pulls in the game? Nah, I’m not falling for that "good boy" act. That man’s got layers, and some of them are not nearly as innocent as they seem.

I mean, let’s be real, the guy knows how to get exactly what he wants without ever breaking a sweat.

✑ Switch (Sub side…)

Now, let’s dive into baby boy Hyugo's preferences, shall we?

Just like his best buddy Sol, Hyugo is a switch—and when I say switch, I mean capital S to the H—A. SWITCH. No questions asked.

Now, imagine my surprise when I learned he used to be a virgin, and the dude did it with a man?

Yeah, he's a switch.

I have no idea who's doing the bending (or maybe that’s the whole point, right?), but I’m calling it like I see it. Hyugo can take both roles and absolutely slay in either of them.

Meanwhile, Sol's out here second-guessing every text he sends, wondering if he's being too much or not enough, texting wrong men for validation. We love him, but come on, bro. Hyugo, on the other hand, is living his best life.

Like, imagine this: Hyugo, all giggly and kicking his feet, waiting for you to reply to his sweet dinner invitation text. You send back a “Can’t wait!” and he’s over the moon, practically bouncing off the walls. He’s so happy you’re with him, it’s honestly the cutest thing ever.

And when you’re together? Oh, he holds your hand like it’s the most precious thing in the world. He’s got that combination of shock and glee—like he can’t believe you’re actually here with him.

You’re tugged into his side with every step, and he’s showering you with little kisses on your temple, just so happy to have you close.

Like, Hyugo is a sweetheart, but don’t let that fool you. Beneath that cute, giggling exterior is a switch who knows exactly what he wants—and trust me, he’s not afraid to get it.

Hyugo? Yeah, the moment that door to your apartment clicks shut behind him, he’s a completely different person.

All that sweet, baby-faced charm? Gone.

He transforms into someone much wilder, more needy. It’s like the minute he's in private with you, he’s letting down all his defenses.

And yeah, most of the time, Hyugo’s a sub. He’s got that soft, touch-starved side that craves affection and care. He wants you to baby him, in the way only you can—gentle, but with that touch that makes him feel seen and wanted. You can tell he's a little starved for it, much like his brother Geo.

However Hyugo knows how to hold it back a little more, unlike his best buddy Sol. No offense to Sol, but he’s just a tad more... obvious about it, right? 

Anyway, Hyugo? It’s like a delicate balance of needing you while still holding on to his cool exterior until it all comes crashing down.

Now, don’t get me wrong, like I said Hyugo loves when you baby him. 

He may not openly admit it, but the way his eyes soften when you shower him with attention? Yeah, it’s more than enough evidence. He might even have a little bit of a thing for being pampered and cared for, but I won’t dive into that—not my cup of tea. Mommy kink.

But that doesn’t mean his desires stop there. Oh no, once you’ve got him behind closed doors, the sweetness can turn into something else entirely.

Because let me tell you something—Hyugo does NOT do slow and sensual. The second he hears anything remotely related to sex, it’s like flipping a switch. He’ll be pounding into you like it’s the last time you two will ever touch, and he’s not exactly taking his time. There’s an urgency there, like he’s starving for you in the most primal way.

And your breasts? Forget about it. 

You cannot keep him off of them. He’s all over them, kissing, sucking, mouthing at them like they’re the best thing in the world. Hyugo’s hands are never far away, especially when they’re roaming, taking every chance to squeeze, kiss, or just touch whatever he can get his hands on.

But here’s the thing: he loves being told what to do. He thrives on direction, on being guided, and the more you tease him, the more he wants.

Deny him just a little, though?

Oh, that’s when he gets even more worked up. Being denied? It’s like a whole new level of arousal for him, something about the frustration only makes him more desperate.

Hyugo’s a mess in the best way—he craves attention, craves being controlled, and craves all of you. So when you finally give in and take control, he’s lost to the feeling, ready for whatever comes next. 

And trust me, you will feel it.

✑ Semi-public (My lord…)

Hyugo? Baby, he’s got a serious thrill-seeking side, and it shows. 

The boy is daring, and when he wants you, he doesn’t waste time hiding it. You think he’s just a sweet, baby-faced guy? Think again. He’s into semi-public situations, and he thrives off the danger of it. No place is off-limits for him, even the college roof—the place he loves to hang out at when he needs some space, away from the rules and prying eyes. 

But with you? He doesn’t care about the risk.

When he’s on that the college roof, staring out at the world, there’s a fire in his eyes, and the second he gets you alone, the rules don’t matter. He wants you ‘right there’, right then, and you can bet he’s not shy about it. 

The thrill of being seen, even just for a second, turns him on more than anything. He wants the world to know you're his, and he’ll do anything to get a taste of that danger. The whole atmosphere is thick with anticipation, the tension between you so palpable that it almost crackles.

And when it comes to foreplay? 

Don’t even get me started on how obsessed he is with dry-humping. The second the two of you are close, it’s like an instinctual need for friction. You can feel the heat building as he presses into you, his body grinding and frotting against yours. 

There’s no subtlety here—he’s desperate for that contact, desperate to feel your body move against his. Every little roll of his hips, every grind, is a game of inches as he gets closer and closer to losing control. He’s completely lost in the sensation, like he can’t get enough.

And then, when he can’t stand it anymore, when that desperation peaks and you’ve been teasing him just enough—he rips your clothes off. Right then. Right there. It’s not even about taking his time anymore; it’s all about the raw need. He’s done holding back, and in that moment, all that matters is the frantic urgency to have you, to touch you. 

There’s no question in his mind—he needs you now.

Like that boy will get off any way he can if it means getting that release. And it’s not even about subtlety, he just needs to do it.

Now, for a fun little twist: He’s definitely into pegging. I’m not saying he’s screaming for it every minute of the day, but when the right time comes, he’s all about it. There’s just something about it that turns him on in a way nothing else can. He will beg you to fuck his tight little asshole until he makes a mess.

But honestly, that’s Hyugo—always a little more complicated than you might think.

And when it comes to moaning? That boy whines and moans like a fucking bitch when you’re going at him. It’s like every little sensation sends him spiraling into this blissed-out mess. He just can’t help it, and you’ll quickly learn that his whimpering is one of the sexiest sounds in the world.

But don’t get it twisted—he loves being treated right. 

He loves that softness, that attention. 

But there’s a part of him that wants to be pushed a little, taken advantage of in a way that leaves him desperate. You can take your frustrations out on him, just a little. He won’t break. He might even love it more than you expect.

When it comes to degradation, Hyugo’s not into anything too harsh, but call him your slut? Oh, you’re speaking his language now. 

That little spark in his eye will light up every time you remind him who he belongs to. He won’t admit it, but he loves being labeled that way, that submissive title making him feel just a little bit more desperate, a little more needed. So yeah, don’t be fooled by the baby-faced charm—Hyugo is a lot more than he lets on. 

Treat him right, give him what he craves, and you’ll be surprised at just how wild he gets when you push his buttons.

✑ Overstimulation

And then there’s overstimulation. 

Sometimes, it’s not even intentional, but it’s inevitable with Hyugo. You feel so damn good above him, your body responding to every touch, every thrust. He’s chasing that high, pulling you closer to the edge again and again until your body can’t take it. 

And Hyugo’s a man who knows what he wants and may ur may not beg for it, and he loves when you take control, especially when it comes to pulling his soft hair. 

The way his breath hitches whenever your fingers tangle in his hair—that’s his weakness. He’s yours, every inch of him, and he’s not shy about showing it. Each time you yank his hair, you can hear the shameless moans slip from his lips. 

It drives him crazy, his body reacting to every tug, and it only fuels the fire between you two. He’s not just giving—he’s taking, fully immersed in the feeling, and you can tell by the way his tongue works at your trembling walls. 

And let me tell you, this man is all about cunnilingus.

There’s nothing soft or shy about it; Hyugo’s a big eater, and he’s hungry for you. When his lips press to your pussy, it’s like he’s starving, devouring you like he hasn’t eaten in days. His arms wrap around your thighs, holding you in place as he feasts on you. 

He licks, sucks, and nibbles with a feverish intensity, working his way through every inch of you, as if he’ll die if he doesn't get every drop.

Sometimes it feels like it’s too much, his tongue relentless, but you can’t stop the heat it builds. You’ll squirm and tug at his hair, urging him on, and he just pulls you closer, deeper into the sensation.

Hyugo’s eye contact is deadly. When he wants you, he’s not looking away. His hand grips your jaw, tilting your head, forcing you to look at him. He demands that you keep your eyes on him, guiding you with his fiery gaze. 

Those eyes of his? Thoes soft eyes turns Intense. Piercing. He’s studying every little thing about you—the way your pupils dilate with desire, the flutter of your lashes as he pushes you further, deeper. 

The intensity of his gaze makes it all feel so much more real. He doesn’t need to say a word; his eyes speak louder than anything.

You’re a shaking mess in his arms, your muscles aching, your mind overwhelmed with the pleasure he’s giving you. But that’s the thing about him—he won’t stop.

He doesn’t care about your begging, about how much you can take; he wants to see you lose yourself, to feel you break into a thousand pieces in his arms. 

And when you finally do, he’s yours. 

Completely, utterly yours.

✑ Role play

Oh, baby boy is all about the roleplay. 

And no, let me clear that up right now, he's not into anything dangerous or dark—no gunplay, no assassin fantasies (he never even brings up his questionable word side to you, thank you very much). 

But when it comes to the playful stuff? Oh, he’s all in. His absolute favorite? Cops and robbers. But here’s the twist—he loves being the one arrested. 

There’s something about you in charge, giving him that commanding look, your fingers brushing over the cuffs, the way you look him up and down like you’re about to throw him in the back of your car that drives him wild.

Humiliation? Oh, Hyugo lives for it. You can see it in his eyes when the teasing starts, the way his entire demeanor shifts—there’s a naughty little spark that lights up in his gaze whenever you call him out. 

You both know the game, and you’re always more than happy to play along. 

It starts simple enough, just a teasing glance or a casual remark. But the more you push him, the more he wants to be pushed. You lower your voice, your hand brushing over his thigh as you lean in, whispering in his ear, “Such a good little whore for me, huh? You can’t get enough of it, can you?”

His breath hitches, a flicker of a smirk crossing his face as he tries to hold it together. But, oh, you know better. The words trip over his tongue as he fumbles, his voice dropping a little—just enough for you to hear the hesitation, the vulnerability he’s trying so hard to keep under wraps. 

“W-wait, I didn’t… I didn’t say—” His words stutter, barely escaping, and you can already see the flush rising in his cheeks. The little twitch at the corner of his lips betrays him, and the smug grin you're wearing only deepens. 

Gotcha.

“Oh, but you’re looking so cute right now, all flustered. It’s adorable how easily you fold under just a few words.” You can’t help but tease, watching him squirm under your touch. His cheeks are flushed, his breath uneven, and his eyes are flickering, darting away, trying to avoid the weight of your gaze.

But you won’t let him escape.

You never do.

He tries to play it off, shifting uncomfortably, biting his lip as he avoids looking you directly in the eyes. His fingers twitch at his sides like he wants to reach for you, to make it stop, but he can’t. Not yet.

“You know,” you continue, letting the silence stretch before adding, “you look so cute when you try to act like you’re not loving every second of this. You’re my slutty little toy, and you know it, don’t you?”

The words sink in, and you watch his entire body tense. His throat works as if he’s about to protest, but all that comes out is a frustrated little moan. “S-stop… I’m not—” 

“You’re not?” you cut him off, raising an eyebrow, “Then why are you blushing so much? Why do you look like you’re about to come just from me saying those words?”

He stammers, unable to form any coherent argument, his voice cracking with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t… you can’t—”

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his ear. “It’s okay, Hyugo. I know you’re mine. You’re just too cute when you try to act like you’re not my little slut. You’ll never be able to hide that from me.”

And with that, his face burns even brighter, his attempts at deflecting your words turning into soft, desperate whimpers. It’s game over for him, and he knows it. His body betrays him every single time.

You can’t help but love watching him squirm under the weight of your teasing, his mouth opening, but no words coming out as he struggles to keep his composure. 

This game? You’re always the winner. And Hyugo? 

Well, he’s always more than happy to play.

✑ Cheirophilia

Hear me out—Cheirophilia.

Oh, Hyugo? That boy lives for touch. He’s naturally affectionate, always finding little excuses to run his fingers along your skin, tracing lazy circles on your palm, interlocking fingers, brushing his knuckles against your cheek like he just hasto be touching you at all times.

So let’s be real—he’s got a thing for hands.

And not just in the oh, I like holding hands kind of way. No, no, this man will obsess over your hands. The shape of them, the way your fingers move, the strength of your grip. He notices everything.

How your nails look when they drag across his back, how soft your palms feel when you cup his face, how effortlessly your fingers wrap around his throat when you push him down and remind him exactly who he belongs to.

Hyugo melts when you play with his hands, too. Run your fingers along the lines of his palms? He shudders. Press a kiss to his knuckles? He’s giggling like a schoolgirl. Lace your fingers with his and tighten your grip just slightly? He’s already giving you those fuck-me eyes.

And don’t even get him started on watching you use your hands. The way you gesture when you talk, the way your fingers curl when you beckon him closer—he’s hanging onto every movement, completely entranced.

If he’s sitting across from you, he’ll grab your hand mid-conversation just to absentmindedly play with your fingers, pressing them to his lips like it’s second nature.

But in the bedroom? Oh, baby, you’re in trouble.

Hyugo adores watching your hands work on him. Gripping his hair, clawing at his back, holding him down—he’s watching every single twitch of your fingers with rapt attention.

He lives for the moment when your hands tremble just slightly from the pleasure, when you grip the sheets so hard your knuckles turn white, when your fingers sink into his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something while he ruins you.

And let’s be real, he loves having your hands around his throat. Not too rough, just enough pressure to make his breath hitch, his pulse racing under your fingertips. He’ll grin at you, eyes dark with mischief, voice breathy as he teases, “Tighter, please. You know I can take it.”

And you already know Hyugo’s got stamina for days. 

He’s insatiable, always riled up and ready to go again before you’ve even caught your breath. One round isn’t enough—hell, two barely cuts it. If he’s spent one session melting under your touch, panting and begging for more, then the next?

Oh, he’s flipping the script, pinning you down, and making sure you remember exactly who he is.

And he takes his time with it.

Who’s spreading you apart, just fucking staring until you’re squirming? 

Hyugo.

"No, pretty girl, let me look." His hands hold you still, thumbs pressing against your trembling thighs, watching with those hungry, sky-blue eyes—eyes that burn with amusement and desire as you try to close your legs.

But he won’t let you. Not until he’s had his fill, memorizing how ruined you already are before he even touches you properly. 

Then, when you whimper his name, he just grins. "There she is." And then he’s diving in, suckling, licking, dragging his tongue over every inch like he’s starving.

Who’s got the nastiest mouth on him when your thighs are tossed over his shoulders, his cock pounding into you, relentless? 

Hyugo.

"Hear how good you takin’ me, honey?" His voice is deep, ragged, lips curling into that cocky little smirk when he feels you tighten around him. 

"Tryin’ to squeeze every last drop outta me, huh? Greedy thing." His fingers dig into your hips, holding you down, making you feel every inch of him, and he’s watching you—eyes locked onto the way your face twists in pleasure, the way your hands grasp at the sheets, at him.

And let’s be honest, who’s absolutely wrecked the moment he feels your walls start to flutter around him? 

Hyugo.

"Fuck—lemme inside one more time, yeah? Will ya let me, beautiful, please?" His breath is hot against your neck, lips brushing against your ear as he pleads, as he begs. 

"Wanna have me leaking outta you for days, please—" His body trembles, overwhelmed and desperate, rutting into you with everything he has left. And when you finally give in, whispering his name, he shatters.

And afterward? He’s all clingy and cuddly, wrapping himself around you, arms locked tight like he never wants to let go. He buries his face in your neck, pressing lazy kisses against your skin, murmuring, "Was I good for you? Made you feel good, yeah?"—and the way he says it, voice soft, needy, full of quiet vulnerability, makes your heart ache.

But oh, when he’s the one pushing your buttons?

That’s when the real game begins.

Hyugo lives for a power play. He’ll push and push, teasing you with every filthy little comment, every smug remark slipping from his lips, knowing exactly how to make you crack. 

The more you try to act unaffected, the harder he digs in. Hands wandering, lips ghosting over your skin, voice dropping into something slow and deliberate, thick with amusement.

"Aww, what’s the matter, babe? Tryna act all composed? Cute—" His fingers lace with yours, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles, all innocent, but his grin says otherwise. 

"But you know I see right through you, don’t you?" His lips brush against your ear, and he laughs when he feels the shiver that runs down your spine.

You pretend you don’t care.

But Hyugo? He knows better.

[rosycheekeddawn]

hiiiii could you do smth where the reader gets dropped into olympus some how and all the gods lowk get interested and decide to keep the little mortal

they end up all fighting over the mortals attention and assistance 🫣

maybe apollo hermes and poseidon (and zues obvi) try to woo and have the readers love the most 👀

Mortal Affections

A/N: This was such a cool request to get for my first one! I’ve decided to write it in headcanons for now, but it gave me a great idea for a series that I’ll get around to when I have some more time.

Hermes

Hermes is the first to sweep you off your feet… literally

He sees you sitting on a bench, most likely pondering your situation, and a mischievous grin lights up his face as he zooms over to you, grabs you by the wrists and hoists you into the air

When you realise your feet are no longer touching the ground, your first instinct is to thrash, flail and scream until you hear a smooth voice from above you

“Whoa, whoa, slow down there, beautiful,” he chuckles, letting go of your wrists and quickly catching you bridal-style in his arms. “You really think I’d drop you?” he teases. “I just had to get you out of there before Apollo or Poseidon got any ideas.”

He spends pretty much the whole flight complimenting you, saying how good you’d be together, and trash-talking his ‘competition’

He finally sets you down in what seems to be a massive orchard, filled with Greek strawberry trees; you turn to face him, and he’s holding up two baskets with a large smile

The next two hours are filled with laughter as he cracks joke after joke (again, most are at the expense of Poseidon and Apollo to try and put you off them) just to admire the unique way your laugh sounds and your smile looks, while you happily fill your basket with delicious fruit

He definitely insists on feeding you some if you’re not too uncomfortable with that

Apollo

He finds you after you’ve returned from Hermes’ strawberry field, and he knows he needs to do whatever he can to top that; he still considers Hermes one of his biggest rivals since the Cattle Incident

He walks over to you with his usual bright smile, the tiny scar on his lip that he got from his time as a mortal twitching slightly with the movement

“It is an honour to finally meet you in person, my dear,” he says, with a voice that sounds like a melody. “I was wondering if you might allow me to show you something?”

At your confirmation, he smiles again and loops his arm through yours as he leads you to a large marble building; when you walk inside, you’re met with the largest library you’ve ever seen

The walls are lined with bookshelves, each one filled to the brim with books and scrolls; in the gaps between the shelves are marvellous paintings and statues

“This library is my reprieve,” he explains to you. “As the god of knowledge, there’s little I enjoy more than a good read. Except, of course, spending time with you, my dear.”

Time with Apollo is much calmer than your time with Hermes; he allows you to pick whichever book or scroll you would like, and while you curl up on his most comfortable piece of furniture, he may feel compelled to create something

He’ll write a poem dedicated to your beauty and impressive focus, paint the scene in front of him with meticulous attention to detail, or even compose a new tune inspired by you

You both engage in some idle conversation; it isn’t non-stop like Hermes’ is, much more calm and relaxed, like you have all the time in the world

He may tell you some embarrassing stories about Hermes or Poseidon, but for the most part, he focuses on showing you he is the best rather than telling you

When you’re finished, he lets you keep the book you chose as a gift

Poseidon

He saw you go into Apollo’s library, and he’s been waiting impatiently ever since

He’s pacing in front of the building impatiently, wondering what could be taking you so long

When you emerge, he immediately stops his pacing and smiles at you, his sea glass eyes lighting up

“I was wondering what was taking you so long, sea star,” he says. “I thought for a moment my nephew had bored you to death. Now, if you’ll follow me…”

Unsurprisingly, Poseidon leads you to a beach, the waves crashing and overlapping in a surprisingly calming way

He sits on the sand and offers for you to do the same, which you do

“The sea here reflects my thoughts and emotions,” he explains as he looks out at the sea with a small, but genuine smile. “As such, I can manipulate however I want.”

Before you can ask what he means, the water in front of you swirls and rises, before it forms the shape of a small horse who immediately trots over to you

The laugh Poseidon lets out at your surprised face when the horse nuzzles your cheek and leaves a patch of wetness makes it seem like the ocean is laughing along with him

He creates some more water creatures, the original horse sitting by your side and whinnying as a trail of liquid sea creatures flies overhead, sprinkling the top of your head with water droplets

Unlike his nephews, Poseidon doesn’t really mention them at all; he’s older and more experienced than his nephews, and he knows he won’t get anywhere with trash talk

You two don’t talk a lot, but it doesn’t feel like you have to; the silence is comfortable, broken occasionally by laughter from the two of you

When the sun sets, the creatures dissolve into the water once more, and he pulls something else from it

It’s a sea glass mosaic of you, him, the water horse by your side and the sea creatures surrounding you in the shape of a heart

[fairestwriting]

Could I request headcanons of Ace, Trey, Riddle, and Silver's reactions to getting free snacks from their partner?

𐙚 Riddle Rosehearts

”It’s… are you sure I can have that? Um… I appreciate it, thank you.”

Riddle is a little surprised at first, even though it’s something so simple. He’s just not really used to any sort of spontaneous gifting? Even though Trey does something similar when there’s leftovers of the strawberry tart he likes— But it’s different with Trey, of course.

He is a little bit picky though. He gets conflicted on whether he should accept things he doesn’t like that much. On one hand, Riddle doesn’t really feel like eating these chips… But on the other, you specifically gave them to him. You might have even bought them for him. He can’t bring himself to say no, even if he doesn’t want them, even if he feels like he’s not supposed to eat them…

He always ends up eating at least some of it though. As he gets more used to it, it becomes a little bit easier to explain that he doesn't really like something or the other… But if it’s homemade stuff, he’s immediately folding. You made it? For him? No one besides Trey has ever done that. The fact that you took time out of your day to make that completely cancels out any hangups he might have with flavor or texture— And it flusters him every single time, without fail.

𐙚 Trey Clover

”Oh, are you sure? Well, then I’ve got something for you too.”

He’s not taking no for an answer, it doesn't matter where you are, what time it is, or what sort of snack you’re offering him. You’re giving him something, so of course he wants to return the gesture! And he’s always got some food in his bag too, mostly leftover desserts he’s made for the Heartslabyul boys.

He’ll take pretty much whatever you give him, especially if it’s anything you made yourself. It’s fine if you’re not the best cook around, he’s not picky and he’s already happy you thought of him at all while you were in the kitchen.

If it becomes a regular thing, Trey starts keeping snacks you specifically like to give you in return. Even if you never told him what your favorite Unbirthday Party dish was, he’ll just pay attention until he can make an educated guess. He really enjoys that as a part of your routine, it’s a quick and easy way to make each other’s day a little brighter, and make sure you know you’re cared for.

𐙚 Ace Trappola

”Aw, how’d you know I was getting hungry? Are you gonna feed it to me too?”

He’s a little shit about it, because of course he is, but it actually does fluster Ace a little bit. Even more if it’s done out of nowhere, and he really was getting hungry— Were you really watching him this closely? He wasn’t expecting that. He certainly wasn’t expecting your response to be offering him food, either…

Ace will shrug and tell you he’ll take it because he doesn’t turn down free food, but the light flush on his cheeks can be telling, if you’re actually looking. If it’s anything that you could feed to him, he’ll tease you over that, opening his mouth and going ”Aah~” before you can even react.

…And he’ll really let you feed him. He makes these exaggerated cutesy faces while you do, giggling through the whole thing… But actually, he kind of loves it. Ace tells himself (and you) that he’s just joking around, trying to fluster you by commenting on how much you spoil him, but he’s really just baiting you to do it more. The day after, he’ll even ask if you ”have any more treats for him”. If you say no, he’ll pester you about how you’re “neglecting” him. If you ever had cats, you’ll definitely find yourself being reminded about them.

𐙚 Silver

”That’s… really kind of you, thank you. Do you want me to get you something from the cafeteria too?”

…You’ll probably want to bring him something even long before you two get together. His stories about eating Lilia’s cooking as a child are enough to move even the coldest of souls. The feeling is only doubled when Silver casually shows you a picture of some of his “less” terrible creations.

It doesn’t really fluster him, but it’s not like it doesn’t move him in any way either— Silver is also someone who’s not all that used to receiving things, specifically not from friends or a partner. Even something as tiny as a candy bar will have him so grateful you thought of him. His neutral resting face turns into a surprisingly sunny smile as he pockets his newly acquired snack, thanking you.

He’ll pretty much always offer to get you something in return, and if it’s currently break time, he’ll ask if you want to eat with him too. If you do decide to ask him to get you something, he’s going to make his way to the cafeteria and retrieve it in record time, always quick enough for you two to have time to sit and eat together. Somehow he never comes back late or empty handed, regardless of what you asked for. You’re not sure how he does it, considering the lines that build up in the cafeteria sometimes… it might as well just be pure willpower.

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General NSFW Headcanons for One Piece Men

These are just some general sex/intimacy based Headcanons for some of my favorite OP men. I left out Law and Kid until I see more of them post time skip.

Keep in mind these are just my personal opinions! These are all assuming a Fem Reader. Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!

Luffy: 

I’ve noticed while rewatching/ catching up that this guy is a hugger. He’s not shy at all about giving out affection to people he cares about, and I think that would carry over to more intimate moments. He’d definitely be the type to snuggle up to you during sex, wanting to be as physically close as possible. He might even wrap his arms around you multiple times, not in a restraining way but in a “I just want to completely wrap myself around you” way. 

Some people seem to think Luffy would be completely clueless about sex, but I disagree. I think it’s very likely that Ace explained a few things to him. They were at perfect ages (17 and 14) before Ace set out for a big brother to tell his younger brother about stuff like that. Even if Ace had no actual experience himself, he had to have heard a lot of talk from the bandits. So I think Luffy is aware of the basics at least, and his instincts would cover for whatever knowledge he lacks. He’s surprisingly perceptive at times.

Zoro:

Zoro is the one who would be clueless. Not about the mechanics of sex, but about what you want. This man would miss every signal you send his way, so you’d have to literally state outright that you want to have sex with him. During the act, you’d have to be very clear about what you want him to do, at least the first few times. You’re better off just taking his hands or head and putting them where you want because this guy can’t follow directions to save his life. 

Once the two of you have had sex a few times and he’s learned what you like, he would be a great lover. Zoro puts his all into everything he does, and that includes pleasing his darling. One of his best points is his stamina. He could go for multiple rounds without breaking a sweat, so prepare for long nights.

Sanji:

He’s all about his darling’s pleasure. He’d get much more satisfaction from watching you cum than from cumming himself. He would have a massive praise kink, both giving and receiving. He’d also be clingy and want to be intimate in some way with you nearly all the time (though he’d be happy with just cuddling, giving massages, etc. if you’re too tired for sex sometimes). He’d definitely prioritize your needs and wants over his own, mostly because making you happy is what he needs and wants. 

I think he’s definitely a virgin, and he’s the type who will fall madly in love with the first woman who sleeps with him. Once he’s in love and in a committed relationship, he’s not going to be chasing other women. He’ll still notice a beautiful lady, but he won’t comment on them or visibly react, because he doesn’t want to upset his darling or make her feel insecure.

Usopp: 

This guy right here? He’s the one to keep your eye on. Because once he actually gets some experience, he’ll be one of the best lovers in the series. The first time he’s gonna be nervous and awkward, probably boasting that he’s had a thousand lovers whom he satisfied completely (while nearly fainting from nerves). But once he gets over those initial nerves, he’s gonna lock in on learning all the best techniques. When Usopp gets serious about something, he studies and practices until he’s great at it. 

I also have a headcanon that he’s got a huge dick (I mean, look at that nose) and just doesn’t know how to use it yet. Emphasis on yet. Give him some time and he’ll rock your world.

Franky:

The best thing about Franky as a lover is that he’s completely nonjudgmental. Have a wild kink you wanna try? He’s shrugging and saying sure, let’s go for it. Insecure about a part of your body? He’s showing you some crazy modification he’s made to his own just to prove all bodies are unique and wonderful. You’re never gonna feel shamed over anything with Franky, and that’s so freeing. The next best thing is that this guy will come equipped with all sorts of toys and gadgets to spice up the sex. If he doesn’t have what you want, he can just construct it on the fly. 

It’s hard for me to decide whether I think he’s had a lot of experience or not. I’m guessing he’s had some given his age, background, and being a self professed pervert. He seems like he would be a sex positive person, or maybe just see it as no big deal. Just another way to express affection. I think he’s pretty chill about sex, basically.

Brook:

Okay, so Brook is pretty limited by the fact that he’s a skeleton and has no dick or tongue to work with. But he does have those long pianist’s fingers, and he’d certainly be happy to use them to please his darling. As we all know, he also has a panty fetish, so the easiest way to get him riled up would be to model the cute new sets you bought. He’s still a gentleman though, so he treats his darling with care and respect, always asking for permission before touching you and making you feel valued. 

He probably had a decent amount of experience when he was alive, but he’s very new to being intimate as a skeleton. There would be some trial and error and he might get a little depressed about his limitations, but I think he’d get over it fairly quickly and just be happy to have someone special in his, uh, life.

Ace: 

In my opinion, Ace would be very warm and loving in bed. Very passionate. Like his brother, he’d be very affectionate with his darling. This is a man who places a ton of value on bonds, on loving and being loved. He’s definitely going to show how much he loves you, in the most intimate way possible. Think lots of eye contact, physical closeness, slow and very deep fucking. I don’t think he’d be the super romantic type to leave a trail of rose petals to the bed or whatever, but once the two of you are in bed he’s giving you his undivided attention and just enjoying the feeling of being inside you. Also kinda think he’d have a bit of a breeding kink. 

I think it’s highly likely he’s had some experience. He’s a handsome, likable guy who traveled around a lot by himself. Judging by how he blushed around Makino, it’s a safe bet he likes ladies. Specifically, pretty ladies who show him kindness. I don’t think he’d be shy or awkward but I can’t really see him acting like some arrogant sex god either.

Shanks:

Get ready for some sloppy drunken sex. I’m talking making out as you both make your way to the bed, tripping on stuff along the way and giggling like teenagers. You might not remember everything that happened, but you know it was fun! I somehow can’t picture Shanks settling down in a committed relationship but he would agree to being exclusive with you. So you guys wouldn’t be a couple but anytime he’s drunk and horny you’re the one he goes to. And if you’re in his crew, you’re probably half drunk yourself. But you guys have an agreement, so consent was already given. Shanks would give you a great time and be charming and funny, but he’s gone by the time you wake up. 

He’s definitely had an active sex life. He’s too charming not to. Too well traveled and handsome. And while some of his past lovers miss him, none of them regret their time with him and look back on it fondly.

Buggy:

Similar to Usopp, Buggy would be full of false bravado at first. But when it comes time to do the deed, he’s strangely shy. Buggy isn’t used to being loved and cherished. He hasn’t had that since he was a kid, so he’s going to need a lot of reassuring. You’d have to stroke his ego a bit to get him in the right headspace to have sex. But once you do, he’ll be a surprisingly sweet and giving lover. He’ll want to be a dom, but will usually end up being a bit subby to you. He’d probably become very emotionally attached to you if you give him a blowjob. Giving him any sort of kindness or genuine love will make him fall head over heels.

I’m torn between thinking Buggy is still a virgin and thinking he had some experience in his younger, wilder days. He doesn’t strike me as the type to have a lot of one night stands, but he could have had a relationship at some point that we just don’t know about.

Crocodile:

A lot of people want to see him as a brat tamer, and I see the appeal, but in my opinion he’d prefer a mature relationship. I think he’d want someone classy that would match his vibe. So he’s going to keep his darling dressed up in the finest clothes and jewelry. I have a headcanon that he’s a sucker for fancy lingerie. He loves buying it for you, seeing you wear it, and especially taking it off you, slowly, piece by piece. I also think he’d be into some light bondage. Nothing too elaborate, just tying your wrists together with his belt occasionally. 

For Crocodile, the most intimate act would be showering together. Because of his weakness to water, he’s incredibly vulnerable while showering, so he’s only going to invite you to join him if he trusts you completely. Doesn’t get more intimate than that.

Rob Lucci:

He’s going to be a very stoic lover, not very verbal at all in the heat of the moment, but his body will tell you all you need to know. He would be very primal, hands on your throat, taking you from behind, growling in your ear. But at the same time, he’s making sure you’re totally satisfied. Don’t expect an actual relationship with this man. He’ll rearrange your guts and then disappear before you can roll over. But he keeps coming back to you. He might even develop a soft spot for you, so long as you respect his privacy and don’t ask for a commitment. 

The bird stays in the room, but give it some crackers as a distraction and it won’t stare the whole time. 

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #16

synopsis: meeting the parents 🐞

characters included: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, sasha, connie, reiner, annie, bertolt, levi, erwin and hange.

notes: i’m finally back with more aot!! i’m officially finished with exams so, i’ve decided to drop this & 3 other posts lmao. i’m feeding you. you’re welcome.

☆ eren jaeger

oh, your parents freeaaakkk out. what do you mean their child is dating the TITAN boy that they’ve heard so much about? last they heard, he went mad and all! when he meets them, you guys have to meet at a cafe or something cause they’re genuinely terrified he’s gonna accidentally transform, destroy their house and kill them. eren acts like something you’ve never seen before, he’s clearly extremely nervous. i’m talking posture straight, hands firmly in his lap, laughing at every joke your dad makes etc. even after the first meeting your parents were very concerned about your safety… however, after many more meet ups, many talks (and a lot of convincing) they come around to eren. they soon realise he’s just a young boy whose had some very strange, very bad luck. they call him ‘special’.

☆ mikasa ackerman

an angel, obviously. mikasa is the best of both worlds, let me explain; not only is she a bad bitch whose strength been compared to that of an army of 100 men, she’s also a really good cook homemaker! she helps your parents with chores like laundry, helps your mum cook etc. and on the flip side, she can slit several titans napes in record time so, your parents KNOW your protected around her & she can make a lovely dinner too! anyways, she is still her reserved-self when meeting them but, she makes sure to engage in conversation to impress them. after the first meeting, your parents loved her! they thought she was timid but just a super sweet girl, although they had a lot of questions about her scar…

anyways! she’s definitely the type of girlfriend to talk shit about you with your own parents 😔. i just know you’ve walked into the kitchen on separate occasions and mikasa is like “yeah i fold all of y/n’s clothes back in the barracks” and your parents are like “what?! that lazy git!” then you walk in and everyone’s side eyeing you…

☆ armin arlert

another angel i fear. quick everyone act surprised!! he’s totally and utterly nervous but, he puts on a brave face for you. however, by the time you guys are leaving, you’re walking out the front door, waving and saying your goodbyes.. after that front door shuts, armin starts grinning from ear to ear looking proper cheeky cause he KNOWS he’s just impressed them so much. your parents adore this boy!! and he knows it!! you poke and tease him for being so nervous earlier just to end up being like this but, seriously he’s so happy.

your parents could tell he was nervous from the get-go, his hands were shaking when he shook their hands bless him! they made sure to put in extra effort to make him feel super welcomed and comfortable, and clearly it worked. they really like him too i mean, what’s there not to like about armin? he’s incredibly intelligent, a sweet soul and loves their child, what more could they want?!

☆ jean kirstein

oh, when you meet jeans mum, she is just totally over the moon to have you round her house. and you just know you’re eating GOOODDD while you are there!! she is the warmest, most welcoming lady ever, she announces you as her child the moment you step through the door!

she genuinely adores you and wants you guys to get on sooo badly, she’s definitely overbearing (in a very nice way) at first and you feel sort of awkward… it’s a lot to take in & it’s all very fast and very aaahhhh!! however, after the first initial meeting within a few hours, she’s calmed down from the excitement, everyone is filled up with food and tired, so now you finally have a chance to have a nice, normal conversation and it was… amazing! as if she didn’t already love you now, she really loves you. also, jean turns into a total mamas boy when you go over her house.

☆ sasha braus

your parents had heard of her food loving ways from you and thankfully for sasha, your parents happen to be quite wealthy… wealthy enough to afford meat. they made sure to prepare a buffet for your guys’ arrival and this made her feel so happy and so welcomed :’). this definitely started a very quick and immediate spark between her and your parents.

we cant forget about sasha’s family, although it’s more difficult to meet them as they live in the wilderness. it took you a few months of dating sasha to meet her family & trust, they make you do everything they do m’kay. you get a bit of leeway because you’re new and don’t understand their way of living but, you’re going on hunts with them. this, as nerve wracking as it was, was actually a great way to bond!! you really bonded with sasha’s family over this mostly because you continuously asked for help so, they kinda had to talk to you… but, seriously it was great! (also you didn’t understand them very well through the whole trip because of their accents… lol)

☆ connie springer

oh, your parents are now his parents. sorry, he’s the favourite child, you and your siblings are cast aside when connie arrives on the scene. on a serious note, after his family’s death, he truly hasn’t been the same - it was heartbreaking for him in many ways and one being that they would never meet you. when you told your parents about this, they welcomed connie with open arms and made sure he felt more like a son than just their child’s partner.

and that happened, let me tell you. he’s actually their son, their favourite baby boy, i’m so serious😭. he gets babied and doted on more than you or your siblings AND oh my god, he bickers with your siblings too like poking them, tickling them, just ticking them off a littleeeee bit. but he makes up for it cause he does spoil them a lot too so they do really love him. he’s got the whole family wrapped around his little finger! your parents obviously just absolutely adore him and everything he does.

☆ reiner braun

such a gentleman, i think your mum (and dad) almost fell for him and your grandma definitely wanted a piece of this guy😭😭. i mean he turned up to the house arm in arm with you with PRESENTS, greeted himself extremely politely to your parents and your grandma, even kissing her a kiss on the hand (that’s when she swooned). he actually acted like a prince he was so polite and gentlemanly. and trust, he pulled out all the stops with jokes and stories just making your family love him even more, what a charismatic boy!

him and your grandma are the BEST of friends because tell me why you came home to see your lovely boyfriend in the barracks and he was just gone? THEN, when he came home later that evening, you found out he’d been shopping with your grandma? excuse me? he literally hangs out with her on his own!! but, don’t even get me started on the guilt and dread he feels knowing he hides a secret from now not only his partner but his partners lovely, welcoming family whom he’s grown to love too.

☆ annie leonhart

sweet, quiet girl next door vibes dare i say… only around your parents obviously, she can’t be seen in that light by anyone else. she just turns into the sweetest, most timid girl around your mum it was crazy! you obviously knew she wasn’t going to be her typical self like she is in training or whatever but, it was shocking how much she changed😭.

she offered to help your mum with cooking even though she wasn’t very good at it, so her and your mum bonded a lot over teaching her how to cook during the first meeting and several meetings after that. ever since the first time meeting your mum, annie has been taught to cook by her and she cooks you your mums meals all the time :’).

she yearns for you to meet her father. she loves him and you so much, she just knows your two would get on so well but, the circumstances just don’t allow that. but, in a way, she’s grateful for you and now your mother even if she does miss her father dearly, she’s happy to have a parent again & one that likes her so much!

☆ bertolt hoover

oh sweet boy is tossing and turning all night long thinking about having to meet your parents. he’s filled with nerves & your parents try their absolute hardest to make him feel comfortable but, everyone can tell he’s really on edge the whole time. that was until, he had a chance to play with your younger sibling. i don’t know if it’s because they’re young and therefore less threatening (and theres less of a need to impress them) but, bertolt really shone when he was with your younger sibling!! you saw the bert you knew except a bit more family-friendly.

safe to say, they grew an incredible bond from this point forward & it actually helped him become more comfortable around the adults in your family. obviously your parents thought his tenderness toward your younger sibling was just the sweetest. they thought their child is so lucky to have such a gentle soul as their boyfriend!

☆ levi ackerman

oh, he’s probably the worst out of everyone 😭😭. he’s so, shocked that you still have your parents? and siblings? he never really thought he’d end up in this situation so, i think externally he seems fine, he’s so nonchalant but, internally he’s freaking out baddddd.

when you first suggest the idea of him meeting your family, he outright wants to refuse (he doesn’t) but, he’s so terrified and i’m not being funny, this guy is supposed to be humans strongest solider and he’s getting ANXIETY over just regular people?! this is making him crash out. he agrees to meet them but trust, he makes sure his schedule is filled for the next month so he has extra time to freak the fuck out.

the day finally arrives, levi literally looks like he has a stick up his arse. his posture is crazy, his answers feel rehearsed (they are) LIKE he just needs to calm down. you have to give him a gentle squeeze of the hand, shoulder or knee to just rellaxxxx & he does, you can see him exhale and his shoulders become slump.

after a few more reassuring squeezes, taps and light shoves, he loosens up becoming less rehearsed and just being more real, more levi. your family think he’s just reserved but, he seems nice enough and of course, he’s like practically famous in paradis so… your family are pretty happy, lol. they’re a bit upset he’s seems awkward around them but, they understand he’s different around you & it’s always awkward meeting the family for the first time!!

☆ erwin smith

literally so calm and chill. i feel like out of everyone, he’s had the most relationship experience, he’s been there and done that, you know? he knows what parents want to hear or see from their child’s partner.

he is perfect. he’s not too uptight or too polite, he makes well-timed jokes and even jabs at the most playful family members which gets them giggling. he makes sure to show you small physical affection which in turn, your family notice and appreciate you two seem so in love. he makes sure to offer to do things such as, help set up the table, carry big bowls or heavy items to the table & trust; he is complimenting the shiiittt out of the food.

he’s just got this whole meeting the family thing down to an art form, honestly. i’m making it sound like he’s done this a million times, he hasn’t and to be fair, this is just his usual self just turned up a notch so your family love him that bit extra 😆.

and they do. they freaking love him. like i said, he was perfect! who doesn’t love perfect? your dad definitely wants to go golf with him, he’s obsessed.

☆ hange zoë

oh my, what an experience… definitely the kind of person to yap their way into being loved, haha. as soon as they enter your home it’s a lot “oh my god, so lovely to finally meet you! yeah, i’m amazing so, today actually something crazy happened—” “oh, i love the way you decorated the place, did you make this?” so casual, so talkative, so comfortable almost immediately even though (hange claims), they’re holding back the full extend of their personality, just giving them a glimpse.

your family loved this way of introducing and integrating themselves into the family though, it felt like a piece of the puzzle had been found when hange entered your home, even during the first meeting. your parents LOVE hange’s story and hyper energy. they bring life into the living room!

[mrshowtimexo]

Wave 2 of Modern AU Genshin Headcanons - NSFW Ahead. Minors DNI.

Wave 2 will include all male characters with names starting with D-K. Please be patient, as all other characters including female and non-playable characters will be coming soon.

This is a modern/mafia AU list, and will include suggestive themes and explicit sexual acts, some now in more detail. All characters are over the age of 18, however not all headcanons will include NSFW themes.

Warnings: most characters are ooc, characters do not behave completely like they would in a canon-typical environment, mentions of drinking and smoking, mentions of blood, illegal activities mentioned and carried out, gang mentions, implied gang violence, marriage, yandere behavior, possessiveness, fake love, manipulation, implied emotional abuse, drugs mentioned, drugs used, addiction mentioned, rehab for said addiction, stalker behavior, kinich is a

fucking CREEP, that should be it for wave 2.

Other information: Most of these have a profession listed, if it says civilian for the S/O's profession, it is up to the decision of the reader.

This list of headcanons, including ones released after this could be a setup for future fics as well. Once the headcanons are all complete and up, I may begin accepting requests for this AU, just keep an

eye out!

Happy reading!

masterlist

Dainsleif: 

Adventurous! Dainsleif + Civilian! S/O

Dain likes to travel around the world, seeming cool and collected; just a guy that likes a good view. Despite this, he carries a certain anxiety you can’t put your finger on

He met you in your home country (honestly this is up to you, I won’t be picky for this one) while he was visiting a shopping center, you dropped a drink and it got on his shoes though he didn’t seem to mind, he even bought you a new one

The two of you talked over coffee and your drink of choice from a nearby cafe and actually ended up clicking very well, this is where he learned you weren’t exactly fond of the life you had here

On a whim he asked you to join in his travels around the seven nations, and with feeling like there was nothing left to lose you joined him, first as a friend

Traveling around for several months in his van, sleeping under the stars in the Sumeru desert, taking a roadside break in Springs City in Natlan, road tripping from there all the way to Mondstadt, the more distance passed the closer you got to him, leading to a mutual confession and a relationship blossoming.

He’s a very respectful lover, making sure you’re comfortable wherever your travels take you and that you’re well fed and rested every day. (on another note Dain isn’t even my favorite character but he’s the one I would want to be with the most out of all the ones I’ve written)

He opens doors for you, weather it be the door to the passenger seat for you or to shops or businesses you happen to be going to 

He’s definitely the type of guy to kiss your palms the most, he especially likes to do so when waking up. In the early mornings he’ll gently pull your hand to his face, kiss your palm, and then nuzzle his cheek into it. 

He seems to be hiding some secrets however, and he avoids the Khaenri’ah-Snezhnaya border like the plague for some reason, and when you asked he avoided the question entirely and you decided not to push it. (I am fully aware Khaenri’ah is underneath Sumeru but for the AU’s sake it is located on the surface)

When it comes to intimacy he takes his sweet time, both for your first time and in general. Foreplay is a big part of sex for him, so he puts a lot of focus into it. He’s definitely more for his partner’s pleasure than his own, that’s for certain.

Diluc:

CEO/Tycoon! Diluc + Citizen! S/O

Dependant on his S/O when they come into his life, won’t admit it

Wants them to never leave

Wants to take care of them no matter what because they took care of him, whether they knew it or not. He’ll do subtle things to express his love to them, like bringing their coffee to them in the mornings just how they like it or completing tasks that they normally would throughout the day to give them more time to rest, even through his busy life

He vents by having sex, depending on the situation, rough or loving. He can go either way. (This is mostly because he doesn’t drink or smoke.)

Can read his S/O like a book. Knows if they’re hiding something or if they’re lying about how they’re feeling. Most of the time he doesn’t pry, but he’ll hold their hand or pull them close if he knows they’re feeling down.

Reassuring when needed, he’s not good with words but he’ll stand by your side through anything

Kind of stiff, still doesn’t really know how to love but is trying because he finally found someone to care for.

Despite this, he definitely wants to marry you at some point in his life. He couldn’t ask for anyone better.

Gaming:

Lion Dancer/Event Manager! Gaming + Cosplayer S/O

Met at a festival and instantly clicked, had their first date that same night participating in fun games and eating good food together.

The second night of that same event, you got to watch him do a lion dance. Safe to say, it was entrancing.

Gaming in this AU is a bit of a nerd, so he helps to give you ideas for cosplays and plays video games with you. You both also learned about each other’s interests to talk about them with each other

He’s very sweet and loving, absolutely adores doing anything with his S/O

Bakes with you and helps you cook

Buys you cosplay gear, whether to make outfits or premade pieces

When it comes to intimacy he is very vanilla, but he’s so loving that it makes up for it even if you’re into a bit more. He’ll try anything once if you like it, however.

Overall just a very good lover. Not into that underground crime stuff, so you’ll never have to worry. Additionally he’ll protect you if anything dangerous happens nearby, so there’s nothing to fear.

Gorou:

Sniper! Gangster! Gorou + Citizen! S/O

Second in command of the Orobashi Gang (ran by Kokomi)

Scared of relationships, scared to fall in love. He worries that he won’t be able to take care of his S/O because of his duties or that he would make them sad by not spending enough time with them.

Ended up becoming friends with benefits with someone (S/O) to relieve stress of being second in command, he accidentally fell in love. He’s a mess, mostly because he swore he’d never do that with the fear of tainting a lover’s life with his dirty work.

He realized he actually really liked this person, and feels like they are a piece of him that he was missing.

Feels empty without his S/O, but keeps fighting so he’ll be able to see them again.

Easily jealous once they actually get together, not because he wants to, just because of natural instinct to feel that way.

Would do anything for his S/O to make them feel loved and accepted just the way they are.

Yes, he lets you pet his ears and tail. He also appreciates when you comb his fur out, especially after coming back from a mission. He caved pretty early on about what he does for work, and since you didn’t mind he would come home a mess sometimes. He really loves when you pamper him, but he’ll never admit it. If you’re stressed or unwell however, he will clean himself up and take care of you.

Ifa: 

Vet! Ifa + Animal caretaker! S/O

First meeting Ifa was an adventure. The lady you normally watched a dog for asked you to do only one task for her that day--take Sparky to the vet for his checkup, call her if anything was wrong (though Sparky is very healthy, so she’s not expecting that call) , and to bring him home afterward, where her son would take over sitting the dog. Simple enough right? Well everything went as wrong as it could--Sparky is usually contained so he wasn’t in the carrier, just on his leash but, little fucker got zoomies in the vet’s office. He knocked over Ifa, who was walking out of the back, sending Ifa falling face first over you. What an introduction.

Instead of moving, the two of you just stared at each other for a while. It was stupidly awkward, even more so when he piped up with a “Wow, you’re very attractive, bro.” in a whisper. Don’t worry, he’ll never live that down.

After getting up you finished the vet’s visit as intended, not before slipping him your number on a sheet of paper you got ahold of.

From there you went on a few dates and actually got to know each other. He was a very laid back guy, and it seems he just genuinely loved what he did. Over a few dinner dates and your mutual love for animals, the two of you made it official. 

Ifa is a very chill yet subtly protective lover. He doesn’t like prying eyes on what is his, but he’d never really say that out loud. 

He does enjoy buying you things and taking you out to eat or to look around shops you mentioned liking.

He found himself not being too fond of random strangers and how they’d look at you, or when they talked a bit too friendly, his obsession and jealousy leading him down a path nobody would expect. 

It’s not like he would get caught anyway, what’s one person disappearing every once in a while? If in the name of love, it shouldn’t really matter if he was wrong or not. 

When he fucks however, it is very clear how possessive he is. It’s like something takes over him, his eyes glaze with this darkness with his calloused hands gripping your hips like a vice. “You’re mine”s and “I love you”s are repeated over and over like a praise, but he hits all the right spots so it’s not bad at all.

Kaeya:

Womanizer! Kaeya + Unsuspecting S/O

Kaeya is somewhat of a “Man Whore,” we could say

Fuckboy

Basically immune to emotions, namely love

He doesn’t love S/O, but he’s still possessive

If he sees them with another, that person will somehow magically disappear!

Manipulative. Literally a force of nature he will make S/O believe they can’t live without him and that without his command they’d be nothing.

The way he fucks gets S/O addicted to him. Even if they hate him, surely this will keep them from leaving, right?

Diluc caught him killing someone, causing Diluc to leave and cut off all ties with him. Diluc did, however, pity S/O for being in Kaeya’s grasp.

Kazuha:

Drug addict! Stowaway! Kazuha + Citizen! S/O

I should mention for context here, Beidou and Ningguang are married and Kazuha’s adoptive parents and they all live in the Jade Chamber. Don't worry, they’ll still have their own headcanons for them, but this is what is at least canon in this AU. Kazuha has the most lore written for him in total so I’ll lore drop him in the next post I make.

S/O met Kazuha by chance on one of his usual “roaming around Liyue Port City and hoping for something interesting to happen” days. 

S/O managed to recognize that he at least didn’t have Liyuan features-- they guessed he was Inazuman and he would shyly tell them they’re right. 

We could say the rest is history, but their relationship going forward was insanely rocky. 

S/O discovering Kazuha’s disturbing habits and concerning drug dealing friends that has led to them doing everything in their power to help him. 

S/O is still his friend at this point, but through careful guidance in assisting him in recovering from his habits (while trying not to kill his reliant body), they did eventually end up in a relationship somehow. 

This was the result of, well, S/O and Kazuha ‘accidentally’ having sex in his lofty bedroom in the Jade Chamber… 

Besides that, Kazuha is a very attentive lover. He started off knowing his S/O with a lot of flaws in himself and an almost complete loss of faith so he wants to try hard and do his best to make sure they’re feeling their best. 

He will also handle them very gently, like a leaf floating atop water.

Kaveh:

Architect! Boss! Kaveh + Spouse S/O

Kaveh is the boss for all ‘underground’ activities in Sumeru City

He may look like a ray of sunshine and speak sweetly, but he’s a cold and harsh leader of all crime taking place in Sumeru. 

That shield, however, goes down when it comes to his S/O. 

You’re the most precious thing to him, so he’ll try his hardest to make sure his work doesn’t affect your life as much as possible. 

He’s so loving. He’s so fucking loving and doting. When it’s not strictly business, he’ll find ANY opportunity to introduce you into the conversation.

If you’re an artist for example, he’ll take pictures of everything you create just to show it off. “Look at what my spouse finished up recently! Doesn’t it look amazing, they’re so talented!”

Takes you out to fancy dinners and gives you gifts that he knows you’ll enjoy. He’s read up on all your hobbies and knows the things you like, so he gets you things related to those hobbies or things that he knows you will use every day.

With intimacy, he’s very attentive to your needs. He’s 100% a service dom in this AU. He does things the way that you like it; you set the pace, you control where his hands go, and he listens to every command. There are times where he will have his way, and you know him and his job well enough to mentally agree with yourself that it’s best not to protest in those times. He will apologize profusely after. 

He’s very attentive and very loving, so much that sometimes you even manage to forget how cruel and harsh of a leader that he is to the underground. If he were honest with himself, he’d rather it be that way. He never wants you to have to see his dark side, but he wanted you to be aware of it since he was making such a dedication as marriage. 

He’s so grateful to have you. He’s so happy you’re in his life, even through all of the crimes he committed and the blood you know is on his hands, he’s so glad you stuck around. He’s sure to let you know that every day, how truly dear you are to him.

Kinich:

Vigilante! Kinich + Night Owl! S/O

Kinich is only active at night, not for pleasure or the true nightlife, but for the thrill of the hunt. He hunts down criminal activity happening throughout The Canopies and the Natlan capital. Now he’s not supposed to be doing this, but being one of the only people alive with a vision, he figured he should do something to stop unruly activities throughout his homeland. (More on visions existing later, they are extremely rare in this AU and some characters I’ve already gone over have them but haven’t been relevant to what they do. I’ll add to this with actual canon lore drops for this AU.)

Swinging from rooftop to rooftop, surveying things below, that’s his typical night. While on your typical night, you were heading to a gas station that’s less than a block from your apartment to grab a snack and a drink to calm your nerves. His eyes landed on you, and at first he thought nothing of it; just someone going to a gas station. Okay, whatever.

Somehow he found himself going to that exact spot every night however, and each night he lucked out seeing you go to the gas station at your usual time. He thought it was silly at first, that it was trivial. But the more he watched, the more infatuated he would get. 

One night this surveyance did pay off, however. While he was watching you with a content smile, going about your normal routine, two men dressed in dark clothing stepped out of the alleyway between your apartment building and the gas station you were headed to. Clearly you didn’t notice them as they were behind you, but as soon as they ran towards you to pounce, they found themselves with a swift defeat facing them. You didn’t even notice they were there until one of them grunted in pain and the other started cursing. You turned around and saw your silent protector had scared off the men, yet still looked menacing, eyes and vision glowing with a bright green. 

After that he would go back to his routine, watching, waiting. You didn’t get attacked again. After a few weeks he decided to drop down and ask for your name, maybe even get a date. He told you it was just a coincidence he was there again, and that the first time was luck. 

He always had to play clueless and ask what your favourite snack and drink are, as if he didn’t already know. He had to pretend like he didn’t know anything about you, like how some nights you would dance while walking to the gas station, or others you would talk to yourself on the way there. 

Ever observant, even after you had become an item with him he continued to watch, sometimes even from a distance. He learned more and more about you, things that you never told him before he would know, things you had thought were private suddenly not. Did you know he knows how you touch yourself? He thinks you sound pretty saying his name. He knows what you eat from your fridge when you have night cravings, he doesn’t even have to be in your house to know that. He’ll just stand on the balcony, look inside. It’s hard to see him from the dark of the night.

If you do pick up on his behaviors, he'll just fuck you dumb on the spot and make you forget. Don't worry about it, he's just making sure you're doing well. He'll do anything to make sure you think highly of him.

Treats you like a princess when he’s around however. He’s an absolute fucking creep until you’re looking at him. All of that melts away and he plays dumb, just like always.

divider by reluctant-mandalore. writing is all by me. do not copy/translate/use. reblogs appreciated.

[comedicjustice]

With people begging to see Pacifica, I thought I’d throw you all a little something.

I’ve also realized that none of you are my writing partner in this. So I need to share with you all my fun little headcanons and the things I’ve rewritten when it comes to this au.

So to start off, Pacifica is a widow. Her husband died when their son was at a young age and so she’s been raising him alone. However her husband’s death also lead to her freedom! Pacifica has a gross amount of money in her bank account so she ended up being the “maddest member of the Northwest clan” through funding all sorts of things in Gravity falls. While still being able to retain her wealth!!

One of the most notable projects she’s funded was for a local scientist, Mabel Pines. Something about studying the local wildlife? Pacifica couldn’t bother herself to remember. Just that she wrote a fat paycheck so Mabel could build some underground bunker to conduct research with her lab assistant.

Pacifica used to be in close contact with Dr. Pines and C, but one day the two just suddenly stopped responding to her. Pacifica doesn’t know the reason and refrained herself from visiting after being ghosted like that. She had a six year old son to worry about.. and a package that arrived on her doorstep.

I’ll go more into the organ freezer that is Bill later, but that’s exactly what she found on her doorstep. A puppet of a boy whose body wasn’t alive, but his mind was filled with fantasy. She recognized the labeling on his body to be a work of Pines and C, so obviously they had entrusted her with this machinery.

Trivia time!!

The northwest manner curse is still placed on the house. Mainly because Pacifica doenst let anyone go in or out of the mansion.

She has a pet chicken.

Definitely more herself in this AU. Still knows how to be prissy and perfect, but a lot more extroverted and nicer to the townsfolk.

Still believes her family founded the town.

She’s an old ass lady but no one can get her exact age out of her. She changes the answer each time.

Sort of wants to visit Mabel’s home, but apparently he’s transitioned and changed his name to Mae? Obviously he wants to start over and that doesn’t include her. Just a bad investment.

Classist without realizing it.

Enjoys video games but only plays stuff from the 80s-90s. She can’t understand the newer consoles.

[banquetwriter]

Omg could you do a headcanon thing about like how Bob kisses! 😭 would be so cute

YESSSSSSS

warnings: kissing, talk of the devils tango, bob being a shy guy *, fluff

so i’ve seen a lot of ppl say this and i agree that bob probably doesn’t have much experience probably, like maybe not a virgin but definitely hasn’t had a healthy relationship with anyone so probably not new to kissing but that doesn’t make him any less nervous. his lips are super shy at first.

i have a feeling unless yelena turned into the world best hype man you probably initiated it or at the very least said you wanted to kiss him. if you kiss him first he’d definitely just freeze for a couple seconds before just melting into. and honestly the opposite if he kissed you for the first time.

like he’s super nervous and he just has to go all in or he’s gonna loose momentum. he just closes his eyes (way to early btw and nearly misses your mouth entirely) and pulls your face in.

i’d say a few weeks into dating he’s gotten a good rhythm. a quick peck on his cheek to say ‘bye’ but long kisses are for when your leaving for a while. he’s still probably a little hesitant but he’s definitely gonna kiss you.

his lips are sorta chapped but don’t really mind. hands wrap around either your face or your neck (like on the sides, he’s not choking you in public lol) he can’t help but giggle when you start to make out.

he gets so happy he can’t physically contain his laughter. as time moves on his kisses grow deeper. he’ll start using tongue more etc etc…

when yall are fucking his kissing style does change a bit. instead of almost polite kissing he just starts eating your face. it’s like he thinks if he can’t kiss you hard enough your clothes come off.

he definitely doesn’t just kiss your face, he makes sure to kiss your tummy, thighs, shoulder (when cuddling probably), your neck and ofc the spot in between your legs

deep long kissed are good but sometimes the short baby kisses pressed into your skin speak volumes.

as far as how you kiss him, he’s definitely a fan of you getting cuteness agression and covering his face in kisses. he loves it’s when you kiss his cheek and hairline. but his favorite is when you kiss hiz back. especially the top of his spine area.

it’s just so relaxing and intimate no one would guess except for himself.

[pankesitopank]

req for a ten reaction/headcanon/fic where his lady is a virgin but he didn’t realize because she doesn’t seem shy or anything.

and so he ends up fucking her super rough for the first time because she never told him (she thought he could tell + she just trusts him to do whatever) and then like the aftermath of that?? how would he react, and if you want to write out the smut

cw: rough sex (accidental), virgin!reader, trust kink, unintentional pain, guilt, soft!Ten, emotional smut, healing, worship... idk lmk if i missed something

wc: 3k aprox

note: God, it took me a while to finish this!! I hope it's what you had in mind. I actually ended up liking it a lot! I hope you do too.

☆ First, he thought you were experienced

The way you kissed him wasn’t timid. It was hungry. Hands on his chest, your mouth open and eager, tongue teasing like it knew what it was doing. Ten didn’t second-guess it for a second. You climbed onto his lap like you’d done it a hundred times, straddling him with thighs that squeezed, hips that rolled slow and suggestive against his growing erection.

He groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding beneath your shirt, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts with practiced grace. You moaned—soft but sure—and arched into his palms. Confident. Responsive.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbled, kissing along your jaw. “I’ve been dying to get you under me.”

And you only laughed, breathless and flushed. “Then do it.”

That was it. That’s all it took. You said it like someone who knew. Someone who’d had this before, maybe not with him—but with someone. He didn’t think to ask. You seemed ready. Bold. Unafraid. So Ten pushed you down onto the mattress and peeled off your clothes like they were wrapping paper.

☆ Then, he fucked you like he meant it.

Ten doesn’t do anything halfway. Not in the studio. Not on stage. Definitely not in bed.

So when you welcomed him in with no hesitation—pulling him down between your legs, your thighs spread wide and gaze locked with his—he gave you everything.

Not slow.

Not tentative.

Just pure, blistering want.

He kissed you like he was starving. Bit at your neck until you whimpered. Gripped your hips like he was trying to mold them to his own. His voice was low and raspy, filthy compliments slipping from his lips as he pushed his cock against your entrance, teasing you with the thick head.

“You’re so wet already,” he breathed, brushing the tip through your folds. “You want it rough, don’t you, baby?”

You nodded—honest. Naive, maybe. But you didn’t flinch. You didn’t stop him.

And Ten groaned, “Fuck yes,” before sinking into you in one deep, unforgiving stroke.

He didn’t notice the way your breath hitched—or maybe he did, and mistook it for pleasure. Because when you gasped, he groaned, “God, you’re so fucking tight—shit.” He thought it was a compliment to your pussy, not a red flag.

His hips set a brutal pace from the start. Fast, hard, deep. The kind of fucking meant to leave you shaking for hours. The kind that came with his teeth on your shoulder and his hand pressed flat over your stomach to feel the bulge every time he bottomed out.

“Can’t believe you’re taking me like this,” he growled. “Such a good girl—fuck, I love the way you moan for me.”

You moaned because you had to. Because it was too much and not enough, overwhelming and raw, and you didn’t want him to stop because despite everything, you wanted this. Even as your body cried out, your mind was quiet. Safe.

You trusted him to break you. Even if it hurt.

☆ And you didn’t stop him.

Even when your eyes blurred.

Even when your throat tightened.

Even when the stretch burned more than it pleased.

You didn’t stop him.

Because it was Ten.

Because you wanted him.

Because the way he touched you—kissed you—looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered… it made you feel safe enough to let go. To surrender.

And more than that? You just… didn’t think you had to say it. You assumed he could tell. Surely a man like Ten—someone so worldly, so sexually attuned, so in sync—he had to know, right?

He had to notice how tightly your walls clung to him.

How your breath stuttered every time his hips slammed into yours.

How your nails left crescent moons in his back because it was so much, too much, too soon—but you didn’t want him to stop.

It felt like being cracked open and rearranged.

Not just physically—but emotionally, spiritually. The kind of thing you can only give someone once, and you were giving it to him. Silently. Trustingly. Letting him claim you in a way no one else ever had.

You didn’t say “slow down.”

You didn’t say “it’s my first time.”

You just held him tighter. Opened your legs wider. Whimpered when it got too intense—and kissed him even harder to keep him close.

And he kept going. Because to him, it wasn’t pain—it was passion. Your tears were overwhelmed bliss. Your trembling thighs? Just part of the high.

You trusted him to handle you however he wanted.

And he trusted you to tell him if he went too far.

Neither of you realized you were both wrong.

☆ Afterwards, he saw it.

It hit him all at once. Like cold water down his spine.

He was still panting, still basking in the post-orgasm haze, the sweat cooling on his skin and his arms cradling your trembling frame when he shifted to pull out—and then he saw it.

Red.

A smear on the inside of your thigh. A little streak where your bodies had been pressed together. Tiny speckles on the bedsheets below your hips.

Ten froze.

He blinked, thinking maybe it was just friction. Maybe his nails had scratched you. Maybe—

But you looked so calm. So soft, boneless in his arms, blinking up at him like he’d given you the world.

And that made it worse.

“Wait…” he murmured, voice a dry crackle in his throat. “Baby—are you okay?”

You smiled lazily, almost shy. “Mmhm… just a little sore.”

His chest tightened.

“A little sore?” he echoed. “What do you mean—? Did I hurt you?”

You hesitated.

Then—gently, like it was nothing—you said, “It was my first time.”

Everything stopped.

Ten sat back like you’d just slapped him. Eyes wide. Mouth parted, stunned. “Your what?”

“My first time,” you repeated, a bit slower. “I thought… I mean, you didn’t ask. I figured you knew. I wanted it like that.”

Like it was no big deal. Like giving him your virginity was just something you gave. So easily. So trustingly. No fear. No conditions.

And Ten’s heart shattered.

“Baby…” he whispered, almost sick with guilt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You touched his arm, trying to soothe. “Because I trust you. And I wanted you to have me the way you wanted.”

And that? That undid him.

You hadn’t said anything because you trusted him to take care of you. To know. To see you. And instead, he’d fucked you like he was chasing a high—not making love to someone who’d never been touched like that before.

And now, all he could think was: She trusted me something special … and I didn’t treat it like it mattered.

☆ He felt like the floor dropped out from under him.

“Your first time?” His voice was quieter now, barely above a whisper—but laced with disbelief, and guilt, and something far too raw to name. His eyes swept over your body, all flushed and marked and open beneath him. The red blooming on the sheets. The slight tremble in your thighs. The little wince you gave when you shifted.

Ten’s breath caught in his throat.

He’d done this to you.

And he didn’t even know.

He brought a shaking hand to your cheek, cupping it gently—too gently now, like you might shatter. “I thought—fuck. You didn’t seem nervous. You were so confident. I didn’t even think…”

You smiled again, soft and sleepy. Still trusting. Still safe. “I wasn’t scared,” you said. “Not with you.”

And that wrecked him.

He didn’t even realize how tightly he was holding your hand until you squeezed back, trying to ground him. “I wanted you,” you added, voice laced with honesty. “Even if it hurt. It was you.”

But Ten shook his head. “No, baby. That’s not how it should’ve happened.” His thumb traced your cheek. “Your first time should’ve been slow. Gentle. Something you remember like a dream, not a storm.”

You blinked at him, surprised by how emotional he sounded. It wasn’t just regret. It was ache. Like he’d been given something priceless and only now realized he’d broken it in his hands.

“You deserved to be worshipped,” he said, kissing your knuckles. “Not wrecked.”

And you whispered, “You did worship me.” But Ten wasn’t convinced.

He was already spiraling. Already cataloging every rough thrust, every bruising grip, every filthy word he whispered in your ear like you weren’t someone’s first. He thought about how you moaned and arched and gasped—and how he hadn’t once stopped to wonder if that was pleasure or pain. He just assumed you were used to this. That someone like you, so bold and stunning and confident, couldn’t possibly be untouched.

But you had been.

And now he’d touched you in every way wrong for a first time.

☆ He took care of you like you were glass.

Ten couldn’t undo it.

Couldn’t rewind time and give you softness before the stretch, kisses before the ache, words of devotion before the sharp slide of his cock into a body that had never known it.

But he could do this.

He could hold you closer.

He could wipe your thighs clean with trembling hands and whisper “I’m so sorry, baby” again and again against your skin, even when you swore it was okay. He could press his forehead to your hip and breathe deep until his own tears stopped threatening to fall.

“Let me make it better,” he said. “Please. Just… let me take care of you.”

And you nodded—because of course you did. Because you trusted him. Even after everything.

So he wrapped you in his shirt and held you against his chest like a heartbeat. He kissed your temple and your shoulders, whispered praises into your hair like a prayer: “You’re perfect.” “So brave.” “So fucking beautiful.” “I’m going to do this right.”

He ran a warm bath. Not too hot. He tested it three times.

He carried you there, cradled like something sacred.

He sat you between his legs, chest to your back, and washed your skin with the slowest, softest touch.

“You should’ve told me,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. “I would’ve treated you like gold.”

“You still did,” you whispered back.

But Ten wasn’t convinced. Not until you sighed and leaned into him. Not until he saw your eyes flutter shut in comfort, not pain.

He dried you with a towel that smelled like him.

He lay you back on clean sheets and pulled the covers to your chin.

He kissed your fingertips. Your knees. The inside of your wrist.

And then—voice low, but steadier now—he asked, “Can I… show you how it should’ve been?”

You blinked. “Now?”

He nodded slowly. “Not to fix it. Just… to give you the real first time. The one you should’ve had. With kisses and slowness and me telling you how fucking lucky I am to be the one you chose.”

Your throat tightened. “Okay,” you said softly. “Yes. Please.”

☆ Then he made love to you—like a first time should be.

No rushing.

No roughness.

Just Ten, moving like every part of him was designed to honor every part of you.

He started with a kiss—slow, tender, the kind that made your toes curl and your heart ache. His hands didn’t roam. Not yet. They stayed on your face, cradling your jaw like something precious, like he was memorizing your shape with just his palms and mouth.

“I’m going to take my time,” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “You tell me if you need anything. You lead. I follow. Yeah?”

You nodded. You were already breathless—and he hadn’t even touched you properly yet.

But oh, he would.

Ten’s mouth moved down your neck in soft, lingering passes. Gentle sucks, warm licks—nothing rushed. Nothing demanding. He kissed your collarbones like they held secrets. Your breasts like he was grateful they were bared for him. His tongue circled your nipples, slow and reverent, while his hand cupped the weight of you with care, like you were made of silk.

He took his time between your thighs, too.

Not just spreading them, but admiring them—his thumbs stroking your skin, his eyes worshipful.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, voice warm and low. “You’re unreal.”

And then his mouth was there, licking gently through your folds.

Not fast. Not messy. Just… focused. Precise. Loving.

He tasted you like you were art. Like you were the first thing he’d ever wanted, and now that he had you, he’d never waste a second of it.

When he slipped one finger inside, it was slow. Careful. Watching your face the whole time.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “It’s so good…”

And he smiled against your skin.

He added another—still gentle, still patient—and worked you open in slow waves, curling and stretching and kissing your clit in tender pulses until you were clinging to him, moaning softly, trembling for all the right reasons this time.

By the time he moved back up, your body was already floating. Lit from the inside. Warm and weightless and ready.

“I’ll go slow,” he said again, kissing your forehead. “I’ll take care of you this time.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You always do.”

☆ His body slid into yours like a vow.

No thrusting.

No rough grip.

No dirty words.

Just a slow, aching press of hips to hips—his cock nudging into you with a deliberate gentleness, like he was asking your body for permission even now. His forehead rested on yours. His breath shook. His eyes didn’t leave your face, not even for a second.

And you felt it.

All of it.

The stretch, yes—but sweet now, fuller than before, softer. Your muscles had already been tender from before, but now he was giving you time. Letting your body unfold around him inch by inch. Letting you gasp. Letting your hands clutch his back. Letting you feel how deeply he filled you—and how much care he carried in every second.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispered, brushing your hair from your face. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

Your eyes fluttered. “So do you…”

He sank deeper—slow, smooth, and reverent.

You gasped and tightened your legs around him, drawing him close, anchoring him inside.

And he just held you there.

Deep. Still. Chest to chest, heart to heart.

“You okay?” he murmured, kissing your cheek, then your temple, then your eyelids. “You want me to move, baby?”

“Please,” you whispered. “Just don’t stop touching me.”

He smiled. “Never.”

And then he moved.

So slow.

Like ocean waves.

Like worship.

Each roll of his hips came with a kiss. A praise. A whisper of your name like it was sacred.

“You’re mine.”

“You’re perfect.”

“You were made for me.”

It didn’t feel like sex.

It felt like healing. Like a rewrite. Like he was kissing every place he’d been too rough before—and making it right now, one loving thrust at a time.

He didn’t fuck you. He loved you.

And it was more overwhelming than anything rough could ever be.

☆ And when you came, it wasn’t from pressure—it was from love.

It started in your chest.

A warmth that spread slowly—like a tide coming in.

No sharp drop. No sudden grip. Just… fullness.

Emotion swelling inside you like your body was made to hold him. Like you were finally, finally being given what you deserved.

Ten’s lips were on your throat, his hand holding yours tight, his voice a soft stream of praise against your skin.

“So good, baby. You’re taking me so well.”

“You’re perfect like this—so soft around me, so mine.”

“You feel that? How deep I am? That’s how much I love you.”

And then—

That slow, heavy pressure in your belly crested.

Your thighs trembled.

Your nails sank into his shoulders.

And the orgasm bloomed.

It wasn’t sharp—it was deep.

A slow-motion rush, like falling into something warm and endless. Your walls fluttered around him, clenching and milking him in gentle waves, and Ten felt it—his breath catching, his hips pausing, his hand flying to cradle your face as you moaned out his name like a song you’d waited your whole life to sing.

“That’s it,” he gasped. “That’s it. Let go for me.”

And then he was coming too.

Not with a growl this time. Not with a brutal thrust.

But with a whimper.

His face buried in your neck. His hands gripping your sides like he couldn’t believe you were real. His whole body tensing as he spilled inside you in slow, rhythmic pulses—still moving, still careful, still kissing your skin through it.

“God,” he whispered. “God, I love you.”

☆ The afterglow was soft, sacred.

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried inside you, hips flush, arms tight around you. One hand stroking your spine. The other brushing your hair back from your damp forehead.

You were dazed. Drowsy. Drifting on the high.

And he looked at you like you were everything.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

You nodded, cheeks flushed, smiling dreamily. “Better than okay.”

His eyes glistened. He kissed your knuckles. “You sure?”

You tugged him close, nuzzling into his chest. “I’ve never felt so… loved.”

Ten exhaled shakily, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ll never stop making it up to you,” he promised. “You trusted me, and I’ll spend the rest of our time showing you how much that means.”

You smiled. “Then start by staying here. Don’t move. Just hold me.”

He tightened his grip. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And he meant it.

Because this time, he didn’t just take your body.

He held your heart.

And he’d never let it fall again

[theangeltopaz]

“TEDDY BEAR.”

SYNOPSIS. You finally decide to take Whitney on a proper date. Of course, as all things with Whitney do, it evolves into something more. WC. 4.9k

CONTENT. SubBot!Whitney, DomTop!Reader, amab reader, implied taller reader, pre-established relationship, smoking, soft sex, dacryphilia, praise (char. receiving), Whitney has tongue and nipple piercings, unprotected sex, anal, fingering, spit as lube, oral (char. receiving), overstimulation, cum eating, exhibitionism? (yall do it with the window open, but i was picturing it as a screened window that just led to a backyard so)

AUTHOR’S NOTE. This was definitely an excuse to write sub Whit. I fucking love a Whitney that’s a loser for his boyfriend, if you couldn’t tell. Might be ooc Whit. Partially inspired by @hellsslibrary ‘s headcanons. Please be merciful if this is bad, as I’ve never written smut and I haven’t written fanfic in a while. Also I’m acearo and a virgin, so we’ll see how this goes. I may end up writing a hard dom reader in the future, but for now take soft dom reader. I wrote the majority of this whilst listening to Mitski. Constructive criticism and tips are very much accepted and appreciated!

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Yeah, this date was probably the smartest idea you’ve had in a while. Or Sydney had. 

Because now you were cuddling a soft Whitney after sex.

Pretty nice, ain’t it?

       Let’s go back to when this started. You were in the library with Sydney, absentmindedly picking up books and admiring the cover or reading the synopsis. “Syd, do you know of any good date spots? I feel like Whit and I haven’t gone on a proper date in a while.”

       Sydney probably wasn’t the best person to ask this, considering the fact that you’re pretty sure he’s never been on a date. But you guys were close friends, so who else were you supposed to ask?

       “I mean, if I were to go on a date, we would probably go for a walk near the temple-“ he started.

       “No temple.” 

       “Fine. No temple. Uhm, you could go to the park-“

       “We have been to the park. Many times.”

       “Right, I forgot about that,” he said, recalling some of the tales of your… escapades with Whitney in the park. “Uhm, the arcade?”

       “…We have an arcade?”

       “Yeah…?”

       “Okay, thanks so so much Syd.  You’re a lifesaver,” you said, beginning to walk away. You then realized something and turned back around. “Where exactly is the arcade?”

       He laughed a little. “I’ll send you the address.”

       Your shoes squeaked against the hallway tile as you walked. Entering the cafeteria, you took in the many lunch tables. “Where the fuck is Whitney?” you mumbled to yourself. Which was reasonable, considering the fact that you saw Whitney’s friends, the ones you so despised, but not Whitney himself. You needed to talk to him about that date idea Syd had given you yesterday. Now that you thought about it, you didn’t see him in math class either. Sometimes you feel like pulling a Kylar and putting a tracker on Whitney. Once again, reasonable considering you never seemed to know where he was. Maybe he was skipping school, but wouldn’t his friends be with him? You got out your phone to text the blonde. Strange. You had one unread message from him, sent this morning.

       “There you are, slut,” someone said, grabbing your wrist. You slipped your phone into your pocket and let the person lead you. Of course, you knew immediately who that someone was, considering their voice and choice of a vulgar nickname.

       “Hello to you, too, Whitney,” you responded. You didn’t question where he was dragging you, much to his surprise. Instead, you decided to inquire about something else. “Where have you been?”

       “Don’t worry about that,” he grumbled. Did you always look this pretty? Why did you always worry about him?

       “Where are we going?”

       “Shut up, slut.” Nevermind. You asked too many questions.

       “Okay, fine.”

       Whitney pushed you into the bathroom and locked the door. It’s clear that his actions are fueled by lust. He pressed you against the wall with his own body. He’s been thinking about this, about you since this morning. “Did you not see what I texted you?” he asked, seething with both anger and desire.

       “No? I actually try to pay attention in class,” you said, rolling your eyes. Whitney often found himself hating that you actually tried in school, because that’s more time you spend in the library and less with him.

       “Whatever, slut,” Whitney said, then he pulled you down and pressed his lips to yours. Finally, he got what he was waiting for. The kiss was rough, deep, desperate. You wrapped an arm around his waist, whilst your other hand traced up and down his spine. You were always so gentle and rough at the same time. He wasn’t usually this needy for you, but sometimes Whitney’s mind got the better of him.

       The blonde continued pressing up against you and you continued kissing him. One of your hands trailed from Whitney’s back to his jaw. You tilted his head up to make this a little easier for yourself. In turn, the kiss grew more forceful. Your hand on his jaw moved behind his head, gripping on his hair roughly. He groaned in response to your treatment. Fuck, why did you always do this to him?

       You bit down not-so-gently on his bottom lip. The oh-so-scary Whitney let out a goddamn low whine and opened his mouth. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, forcing his jaw to open wider. His own tongue slid into your mouth, the cold metal of his tongue piercing brushing over your tongue. The blonde could taste something saccharine on your tongue, a taste that was so distinctly you. Whitney could feel himself losing any train of thought. He hated that you always knew how to make his head feel fuzzy and his body feel warm. He started leaning on you, relying on you for support.

       You broke the kiss, only to ask,“Was this what that text was about?” You were seriously choosing now of all times to start talking to him? “Hurry up, slut,” Whitney muttered as he grabbed onto your hair, making you moan. You pulled the blonde’s head back by his hair and latched onto his jaw. You made your way down his jaw and neck, sucking hard, just how he liked it. He was sure his neck would be purple tomorrow, if not just later. You licked over a certain spot, your teeth grazing over it. He whined again (how did you always know how to make him whine?) and just as you were about to bite down…

       The bell rang. You rolled your eyes, obviously annoyed, and pulled back.

       “Keep going, slut,” Whitney grumbled, looking up at you and glaring. Since when did you stop because of the bell? It wouldn’t be the first time you both had gotten in trouble for skipping class to fuck.

       “I’d rather not get detention, considering the fact that we have plans after school,” you responded. Plans?

       “The fuck do you mean we ‘have plans’?”

       “I’m taking you on an actual date, for once. To the arcade.”

       “…Why?”

       “When was the last time we went on an actual date?“

       “…Fine.” Whitney hated to admit it, but you had a point. It had been a while since your last date. And, he could use this as an excuse to get you to come home with him and finish where you left off…

       “Okay, baby. Love you.” You always insisted on being so affectionate, not that he minded.

       “Shut up, slut,” Whitney muttered, “Love you too.” He could feel a hint of red in his cheeks. His body was betraying him at the worst possible moment right now.

       You laughed. Fuck, your smile was gorgeous. Did your voice always sound that good? Maybe he was going insane. “See you after class, Whit,” you said, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead and walking away. He let you leave. He couldn’t help but look forward to tonight.

       Jesus fucking Christ, Whitney hated it here. As soon as the final bell rang, he was out of class. He could see you chatting with Sydney as you walked out of the doors. Little did he know that you were really just trying to keep your eye out for a certain blonde that you so adored. 

       Sydney wished you goodbye as he started walking away, probably to the temple. You were still looking for Whitney.

       “Hey slut.” You seemed caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the person you were looking for. You intertwined your hand with his. “Hey, Whit.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead for the second time today. Whitney could pretend he hated how soft you were with him, but you could always make him melt. Sure , he liked when you were rough too, but with your gentle kisses and your reverent way of touching him and the pleasant nights you spent together… God, his thoughts were trailing again. He could feel himself turning red.

       “What are you thinking about, Whit? You’re blushing a lot,” you said smugly, pulling Whitney out of his thoughts. Fuck you and his perceptiveness. You were unfairly good at reading him.

       “Shut up, slut. Are we going or not?” the blonde said, attempting to change the subject. Anything to get you to stop talking about him. Otherwise, Whitney might end up begging on his knees for you to fuck him. And he did not beg.

       “Okay, okay.” Whitney watched you take out your phone. Your background was a photo you took of you and him, back when you had first started dating. You had managed to get him to begrudgingly do a hand heart with you and you were so proud of that moment that you made it your wallpaper. As much as Whitney didn’t want to admit it, he liked that photo.

       You opened your messages with Sydney and plugged the address that he gave you into your maps. He felt you tug his hand and you both started walking in the direction of the arcade.

       “It really has been forever since we went on an actual date,” you said, sounding rather excited. Whitney could tell that even if you sounded eager, you were just trying to occupy the silence. If he was being honest, and as much as he did like your voice, he was content to just admire you, to trace your features with his eyes, and to think about everything you could do to him… Fuck, his thoughts were trailing again.

       “Yeah, it has,” Whitney said in response, sounding completely out of it. Probably because he was.

       “You feeling okay? You’ve been zoning out a lot.” You sounded concerned. You were always worrying about him, caring for him. God, even in the bedroom, you were so… sweet. He was blushing again. You really had made your way into his heart. You had the first day you both met.

       “I’m feeling fine, M/N.”

       “Hm, you didn’t call me ‘slut’ for once.”

       Whitney smiled a little. “Don’t think too much of it, slut.”

       You smiled in turn and said. “You’re so pretty when you smile genuinely.”

       The arcade was a short walk from the school, probably to attract students who just got off. You don’t know how you didn’t know about it. Your steps transitioned from loud to almost silent as you went from the dull sidewalk to the colorful carpet of the arcade. There were people everywhere and screens flashing with various game titles. It was filled with the buzz of laughter and noise from various machines. You looked at Whitney, meeting his eyes. “Where do you want to start?”

       “Hm…” He smirked and dragged you to one of those two-person shooter games. “Here.”

       “Alright!” 

       You both sat down in the seats provided for the game and you slid some money in the machine. While the beginning cutscene played and you watched, Whitney was staring at you. He knew you liked these sorts of games and he liked how focused you got during them. The light from the screen highlighted your facial features and the grin on your face. 

       As the actual game started, you immediately delved right in and started shooting the black tar monsters. Whitney snapped out his trance and started playing too. You both easily passed through the first few rounds of the game. There were points where you had to revive each other, but you both were having fun. When you both had finally died without being able to revive, you had accumulated a ton of tickets. 

       Whitney wasn’t focused on that, though. The look of joy and determination on your face was his entertainment right now. He loved how you looked when you were focused. After the game, you looked at Whitney with an emotion in your eyes that could only be called adoration. “You lead the way, Whit.”

       By the time you both were done, you'd played almost every game in the arcade. Right now, Whitney was watching you as you concentrated on a claw machine. You were trying to line up the claw perfectly to win Whitney a teddy bear. Of course, you knew of his collection of plushies, so you were determined to win this for him.

       Whitney, of course, was more preoccupied with looking at you. For the millionth time today, he thought about your face now and compared it to the way you acted in the bedroom. He loved when you focused solely upon him, when you fixated upon pleasuring him. The way your eyes and hands and mouth ran over him… You were probably the best lover he’d ever known, with the way you treated him. He was far from ready to admit that, though.

       Your laugh brought the blonde out of his thoughts. Whitney watched as you bent down—he hardly resisted the urge to slap your ass—and excitedly grabbed the teddy bear you had been trying so hard to get for him. You handed it to him triumphantly, saying,“For you, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, then to his mouth. He, shockingly, let you get through all three before (lightly) shoving you off him.

       “Thanks, slut,” he muttered. He was blushing and clutching onto the teddy bear tightly.

       “So, what are you thinking we do with the tickets?” you said, grinning at his flustered expression.

       You ended up buying another plushie for Whitney and some candy with the tickets you both collected. He was laying his head in your lap as you sat in Whit’s bed and passed back and forth a cigarette. Whitney was holding onto the teddy bear you won him. The sun was starting to set outside and casted a golden glow on the room, making it look like the confession scene of an 80s romcom. The first wisps of the cool night air passed through the open window.

       Whitney could feel you gently trace the line of his jaw as he breathed in smoke from his cigarette. He tilted his head toward your touch. You were looking at him with that look in your eyes again, the one he had seen many times before. That look of pure love. You were the only one to ever look at him that way. As much as Whitney loved your affection, he didn’t know how he deserved it.

       The blonde breathed the smoke out, and clumsily sat up in your lap whilst still holding the bear. He straddled your lap, each of his legs bordering your hips. The golden rays of sunlight hit your features perfectly and reflected in your eyes, which met his. Although the room was silent, a thousand words were spoken in that moment.

       Whitney brought the cigarette to your lips. You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply as you continued to trace his face. Whitney pulled the cigarette away from your face as you exhaled. The smoke framed your head like a halo. It was almost ironic, because, in Whitney’s eyes, you were simultaneously so close and so far from being an angel. You were compassionate and affectionate, but you could be downright sinful with your gentle hands and honeyed kisses.

       Whitney inhaled from the cigarette again. This time, before exhaling, he connected your lips. He breathed the smoke into your mouth. You pulled back and breathed out.

       Whitney extinguished the cigarette, before reconnecting your lips. You kissed him back with a certain reverence. Earlier, your kisses were quick and rough. Now, they were sensual and tender. 

       You cradled his face in one hand, whilst the other rested on his hip. Whitney leaned into the gentle caress of your hand as he continued kissing you slowly.

       You broke the kiss with a soft smile. “Relax your jaw for me, yeah?” you had asked in that fucking enticing tone of yours that always compelled him to listen.

       After he nodded, you kissed Whitney again, and he did as you asked of him. You pushed your tongue past his soft lips and traced the inside of his mouth with it. Whitney let out a soft groan as he sucked on your tongue. You tasted like the tobacco of the cigarette you had just smoked.

       You pulled back from his lips, causing the blonde to let out a soft whine. “It’s alright, Whit,” you whispered reassuringly, as you started pressing soft kisses to his neck that was already littered with bruises from earlier. Whitney tilted his head up so you could have better access. Your mouth caressed his skin continuously, occasionally nibbling or licking him a little. Your persistence caused the blonde to let out soft moans of pleasure, which got a little louder when you bit down a little harder.

       Your hands moved to the buttons of Whit’s shirt. You asked, once again in that soft tone of yours,“Do you want to go further?”

       Whitney nodded his head, muttering a soft ‘yes.’ His brain was a little too fuzzy to focus on words right now. He still held on to the teddy bear you won him, fidgeting with its fur as you unbuttoned his shirt.

       As soon as you undid the last button, you slipped the shirt off him. “You’re always so pretty, Whit.” Whitney blushed at your shameless admiration of his body. You looked at him like an angel fallen to earth.

       You flipped your positions, making Whitney lie down on the bed with you over him. His body hit the mattress with a silent ‘umph’. You resumed pressing kisses to his body, this time to his torso. Your mouth ran over his collarbone, before moving down to his chest. 

       Your tongue flicked over the cold metal piercing in one of his nipples, whilst your hand came up to play with the other one. He moaned and shivered at the just feeling of your touch, the sensation going straight to his dick. Fuck, his head was spinning and you had hardly don’t anything.

       Whitney arched his back up into your stimulation of his chest. You switched, sucking on the other bud whilst you rolled the one you were sucking on between your index finger and thumb. “More…!” Whitney moaned. He was pretty sure you knew his body better than he did, as you knew how to pleasure every sensitive spot that made him so vocal.

       After you were sure you had given each of his tits equal attention, you pulled off. Whitney tried to seem angry at you, but he just ended up whining instead.

       “Mm, it’s okay, Whit. I’m gonna take care of you.” Whitney looked up at you, meeting your eyes. You looked at him softly, like he meant the world to you.

       You slipped off your shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you. Whitney traced a hand over your torso, the other still clutching the bear, as you made him spread his legs a bit wider. He let out a low moan when you gripped his thighs and slipped one of your legs against his crotch.

       Your hands moved to the waistband of his pants, and your fingers traced the line where skin met fabric. “Hurry up, slut…” he muttered, but there was no malice behind it.

       “Alright,” you whispered against the skin of his neck, causing him to shudder against you. “You’re planning on holding onto the bear?”

       Whitney silently nodded his head, too embarrassed to admit it out loud.

       “Okay, baby.” You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slipping them off his legs. You thumbed at the edge of his boxers and cupped his dick through it, causing Whit to whine. Why were you choosing now of all times to be unfair? You laughed a little at his whine, biting down gently on the junction between his neck and shoulder whilst massaging his tip through his boxers. “Agh- please…” Whitney moaned. He then blushed, realizing he was practically begging for your affection. He attempted to hid his face in the bear his was still holding.

       “Patience, Whit,” you said, but proceeded to contradict yourself and gave him what he wished for anyway. You slipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down all the way. His dick slapped against his stomach, already dripping pearlescent precum.

       “You never fail to take my breath away, baby.” You and your dulcet words often left Whitney desperate and wanting. With the way you looked at him, one could have sworn the blonde had hung the stars by hand. 

       You slipped off the rest of your own clothing as quickly as you could, revealing your own hard cock. Once completely stripped, you caressed both of Whitney’s thighs and brought his legs to wrap around your waist. Your gentle touch had him feel like he was floating.

       Your fingers traced up Whitney’s dick, collecting beads of precum that had dripped down. “P-please! need you…” he moaned, clutching on tightly to the teddy bear. Whitney’s usual facade slipped only a little when he was with you normally, but during sex, you stripped him down with your persistent hands and unwavering gaze.

       “I know, Whit, I’ve got you.” You brought your fingers, which were lightly coated in Whitney’s own fluids, to his mouth. He parted his lips, allowing you to push two of your fingers in. The blonde whimpered at his own salty taste and the inherent intimacy of consuming his precum from your fingers. He sucked on them, swirling his tongue as you scissored the digits in his mouth. He looked at you wordlessly, but you knew him well enough to tell he was begging for more.

       You pushed a third finger in his mouth, thrusting in and out. Once you determined that your fingers were wet enough, you removed them from Whitney’s lips. You brought the digits back down to his pelvis, grazing his flushed tip teasingly, before bringing them to his ass.

       “Please…” Whitney muttered. He looked up at you with desperation in his gaze in an attempt to get you to conform to his whims.

       “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” you whispered. Two of your fingers breached the tight ring of muscles, aided by Whitney’s saliva, and began to stretch him out. You thrusted the digits in and out him, scissoring occasionally.

       This contributed to the loss of Whitney’s already slipping control, as he was already having trouble forming coherent thoughts. He attempted to bite back a moan when he felt you slip a third finger in him.

       “Taking it so well, hm? I wanna hear you. You’ve been so good for me so far, you’ll get something better soon, Whit,” you said, your voice a bit gruff with arousal. You continued thrusting your fingers into Whitney, drawing more moans and whines from him.

       Deeming him stretched out enough, you pulled your fingers out of Whitney. He whined at the sudden emptiness and clenched around nothing.

       “What did I say, Whitney? You’ll get something better soon.” You used any remaining liquid on your fingers to slick up your own dick, before lining your tip up. You tilted his hips up a bit for better access and pushed the tip in.

       Whitney keened. You groaned, saying,“Fuck, you’re still tight. Relax for me, okay? Don’t want this to hurt.” He listened to you, relaxing his muscles a bit. Although he was still a little tense, Whitney was loose enough that you could push in deeper.

       You grabbed onto his hips, tightly enough to bruise, as you finally bottomed out, causing both Whitney and yourself to moan. The blonde’s breathing was labored, and sweat was beading on his brow. You filled him up so well. He clutched the bear tightly to his chest in an attempt to ground himself. “God, you feel so good Whit. So pretty for me. I’m gonna move now, okay?” 

       Whitney nodded in response, already struggling to form words. He gasped as you began to pull out of him and thrusted right back in. You began with a slow pace, much to Whitney’s disappointment.

       As you continued at that slow pace, Whitney’s desperation brought him to tears. He felt so close to cumming, yet so far. “Please…” he sobbed, finally breaking completely down,“Need more…” He held on tightly to the teddy bear, staining it with his tears.

       Seeing Whitney cry only led to more arousal on your part. “Fuck, Whit, you look so good, taking me so well. I’ve got you.” He whined at your praise. 

       You started to pound into him faster, finally doing what Whitney wanted you to. When you began to thrust into his prostate head on, he practically screamed and came without warning. His neediness surely contributed to his quick orgasm too. You groaned at the feeling of him clenching around you. The white liquid coated his stomach, some of it (unfortunately) getting on the bear. 

       However, when you went even faster—fueled by the lust seeing him cry brought you—Whitney started wailing more. One of his hands still held the teddy bear for comfort, whilst the other dug into the skin of your neck.

       Your extreme pace has Whitney seeing stars. His dick started leaking again when he wasn’t even fully recovered from his last orgasm. “T-too much!” he cried out in overstimulation, tears still slipping from his eyes. 

       “Hm, baby? Do you want me to stop?” You slowed down, sounding concerned. Fuck, you cared so much, it only made him want to cry more.

       “N-no, please, keep going…”

       “Mk, you’ve done so good so far. Just let me know if it gets to be too much.” You resumed your fast pace, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room, although you made sure to go a little bit slower now. 

       Whitney’s face was completely flushed with crystalline tears dripping down. Your praise only increased the rush of blood throughout his body. He was panting and sweating and he couldn’t speak beyond small phrases or words. 

       Your own hips began to stutter, and you could feel a familiar tightening in your abdomen. “Fuck, Whit, I’m gonna cum.” 

       Whitney hardly processed your groaned words, too lost in his own head. As soon as he felt the warmth of your cum fill him up, he moaned something along the lines of ‘cumming!’ and came for the second time that night. He still held on tightly to the bear.

       You pulled out, much to Whitney’s disappointment. He whined at the sudden emptiness he felt.

       “Hey, I’ve got you. I’m gonna do one more thing and then we can take a bath, okay? Are you alright with that?” 

       Seeing him nod, you lowered your body closer to the mattress, aligning your face with his ass. You pushed his legs up to his and licked a stripe over his hole. You could taste your own salty cum leaking from him.

       Whitney moaned at the feeling of your tongue. Sure, you had eaten him out before, but this was different. He was already really sensitive.

       Your tongue dipped inside Whit, licking up the cum dripping out of him. He whined as your nails dug into his upper thighs, and you continued eating him out like a man starved. You’ve managed to make him hard again with merely a few deep strokes of your tongue. 

       You pressed your own dick against the mattress in an attempt to get yourself off whilst your tongue repeatedly fucked into him. Your hands moved, one now kneading his ass whilst you used the other to get yourself off. 

       Whitney struggled to form a coherent thought. The pleasure you gave him only led to further loss of any sense he might have. All he could was moan and sob your name.

       It didn’t take long for Whitney to orgasm a third time, too fucked out to warn you. Cum spurted from his spent dick, as you licked into him deeply one last time. 

       You pulled off of the blonde and jerked yourself off. After cumming on your hand, you brought it to his mouth for him to clean, which he did obediently.

       “You did so good, baby,” you said, then pressed a chaste kiss to his bruised lips. “Can I clean you now?”

       Once you had Whitney’s nodded approval, you got off the bed and went into his bathroom. You came back with a wet towel, which you used to clean his body.

       You used the rag to wipe down the blonde’s face, which was stained with tears in cum. You cleaned off the parts of the bear that had bits of cum on it. You then cleaned the rest: the lower half of his torso, his thighs, and inside of him.

       Once you finished cleaning him, you cleaned yourself. Whitney watched through glazed eyes as you re-entered the bathroom. You came back and crawled in bed beside him, pulling the covers over you both. You’d decided you’d wait until tomorrow to clean the bedsheets, instead opting to relax with your boyfriend.

       The sun had long set by now, the room only illuminated by serene moonlight. The brisk night breeze floated in through the open window, only blocked by a screen. Your arms were wrapped around Whitney’s waist. He gently dozed against you, small snores escaping him. Whitney could surely be rough and arrogant, but at times like these, he was just as soft as the teddy bear he was still holding.

[macabrebatz]

PENNYWISE NSFW ALPHABET

Author’s Note: Haven’t done one of these in a while. I used to write for Pennywise often (I don’t really like my old Pennywise oneshots so they’re not posted here). If you didn’t know by now, I have a thing for clowns. And I’ve noticed a severe lack of Pennywise on this account and Tumblr in general. So here we go. Let the clown fucking begin lmao. (if you want me to expand on any of these headcanons, let me know)

Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, fem! reader, Teratophilia/Monster fucking, briefly mentioned mating cycles/heat, Pennywise being a switch, mentioned pregnancy (nobody is getting pregnant btw), not beta read, purely self indulgent filth (these are my own personal headcanons and if you don’t agree with them that’s okay, my friend)

Word count: 2.2k

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

Near the beginning of your relationship, Pennywise isn’t good at aftercare. But over time he can become somewhat more caring and affectionate. He’ll be there for you and make sure you’re okay. And he’ll stay with you for as long as you want. He’s also a big cuddler after sex.

B = Body Part (what's their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Pennywise thinks your entire body is fascinating, but his favorite part has to be your legs. He loves gripping them, pulling them around his waist, marking them, etc. If he had to pick a part on himself, it would be his hands. He uses them to hold onto you, scratch you, choke you if you’d like….yeah, it’s safe to say he likes using his hands.

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

Pennywise almost exclusively cums inside of you. It’s a primal, possessive type of thing for him (more on this later). Highly enjoys watching it drip out of you before gathering it up on his finger and pushing it back in.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Although he’s not the biggest fan of toys, he likes the idea of you using a vibrator on him. Has had an ongoing fantasy of you tying him up and holding it against him, overstimulating him until he’s a whimpering mess.

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

Pennywise wasn’t experienced when the two of you first got together. He’s never been with a human before. Sure, he knows what sex is. He knows how it works. He’s not clueless. He’s just never had any practice. But don’t fret, he’s a very fast learner.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl: Loves to have you on top of him. He likes to look at all the little changes in your face as you grind and bounce on him. Runs his hands up and down your body. Sometimes when he’s in a rougher move he’ll reach up and pull you down to his chest, holding you tight against his chest, and start thrusting up into you.

69: Not his all-time favorite out of this list but it’s definitely enjoyable.

Face Sitting: Pennywise will quite literally beg you to sit on his face. He loves to be in between your thighs.

Mating press: For when he wants more control. Likes watching you come undone underneath him.

Amazon: On the reverse side, Pennywise quite enjoys the Amazon position once he learns what it is. Sometimes he’s the one coming undone underneath you and this is the position to do it.

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

Pennywise can go either way depending on his mood. He’s not overly humorous during the moment but the two of you can definitely make each other laugh sometimes.

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

Pennywise doesn’t have anything going on down there. Not in his clown form at least. But when he takes the form of Bob Gray (something he doesn’t do often), he’ll have a nice patch of trimmed ginger pubic hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, intimately/romantically speaking?)

Pennywise is surprisingly very intimate. Not necessarily a romantic, but intimate nonetheless. Who knew this alien entity could get so into the moment?

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you, masturbation wasn’t something on his mind. When he wasn’t hibernating his main focus was on hunting. But you came along and all of a sudden he feels the need to pleasure himself when you’re not around. Pennywise doesn’t masturbate often but when he does, it’s a sight to behold. He’s desperate, tears running down his cheeks. He’s never felt like this before. He’s never had a human have such an impact on him. He’ll grind and hump the sheets of his makeshift bed in the sewers, whining and begging to absolutely no one. He would much rather be fucking you though (or have you fuck him).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding: As I said under the C part, Pennywise likes to cum inside of you. It’s partially because he’s possessive and in a way, it feels like he’s claiming you. But deep down there’s another reason and that’s the fact that he secretly would love to get you pregnant. He can’t though, being a different species and all but he’ll fuck you as if he could.

Biting: Not that surprising. At first, he held back on biting. He would get urges to latch onto your shoulder during sex. But he fought it, too afraid at the thought of getting a taste of your blood and not being able to control himself. He was worried he might end up killing you, especially when he was getting really worked up. But one day curiosity got the better of him and he bit your thigh. Once he realized he could control himself he started doing it more and more.

Edging/orgasm denial: Pennywise can be such a tease at times. And he’s a fan of being teased by you as well. He likes to push you right to the edge and then stop touching you all together. He likes to hear you beg. And he can do it for a long time. He’s not opposed to you edging him either although he can get a little snappy if you do it for too long.

Overstimulation: On the flip side of things, Pennywise likes to overstimulate you. Sometimes he’s not trying to. He just gets so caught up in being with you. He truly can’t get enough. His favorite method of overstimulating you is eating you out (More on that under the letter O). Doesn’t mind being overstimulated either, he honestly really enjoys the feeling. He can take a lot more than you can as well.

Praise kink: Pennywise surprisingly likes to be praised (he doesn’t mind giving it either). Tell him what a good job he’s doing, tell him how much you like whatever he’s doing. Hearing your sweet praises is honestly like adding fuel to a fire.

Voyeurism: Pennywise likes to lurk in the shadows. It’s just in his nature. He heavily enjoys watching you masturbate from a distance. He could probably get off just from hearing you moan his name.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

Pennywise prefers the bedroom or anywhere in your home to be honest. Although he would absolutely have you anywhere outside of your home, he likes privacy. He doesn’t like the idea of being interrupted.

 

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

Just being around you is enough. He’s infatuated by you, craves you in a way that is almost completely foreign to him.

N = No (something they won't do)

Pennywise is not thrilled by the idea of sharing you. He’s extremely possessive. And the last thing he’ll ever do is compete for your affection with a human. If someone even dares to think about flirting with you, they’ll quickly turn into a nice afternoon snack.

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

Pennywise is a giver through and through. Once he had a taste of you he can’t get enough. Would literally spend hours between your legs if he could. It’s almost like he’s in a trance, completely intoxicated by you. He will go from being very precise with his movements to being sloppy and messy. Pennywise latches onto you like every time might be his last time getting to taste you. And if you’ve never squirted before, he’ll be the one to make you do it. He overstimulates you without meaning to, lapping you up until you’re shaking and can’t speak. So what if you’re on your third orgasm? Surely his favorite human can handle a fourth, right? He doesn’t mind receiving either. At first, he was incredibly hesitant. He had never had a human touch him in such a way. But it grows on him after a while. He doesn’t really crave it the same way he craves going down on you, but if you want to go down on him he’ll happily oblige.

 

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

Pennywise’s pace often depends on his mood and his body. Just woke up after 27 years? He’s going at a pretty fast pace, rough enough to bruise your body if he’s not careful. He’s in heat or his hibernation cycle is getting near? Then he tends to prefer a slower pace.

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

Not opposed to quickies at all. They’re fun, what else can he say? He prefers to have more time with you though and given the option, will always pick a regular session of having sex.

R = Risk (are they up to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

It really depends. Pennywise is already in new territory when it comes to having a relationship with a human. That alone is already a big enough risk in his opinion (especially considering the fact that he still has to occasionally suppress the urge to eat you). But if you introduce him to things slowly, he might be willing to take more risks.

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

Pennywise can go for hours at a time, especially if he just woke up from that 27-year nap. He can go for as many rounds as you’d like.

 

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

Pennywise doesn’t own toys. Doesn’t understand the use of them at first. Just another silly human invention. But if you propose using them, he would probably be okay with it. The best way to convince him is to use one on him. He’ll definitely understand their purpose better. He still prefers to not use them but he’s not against them.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

When Pennywise is in more of a dominant mood, he’s relentless when it comes to teasing. Like I said before, he likes to edge you. He loves hearing you beg (and purposefully ignoring you). He likes to get you all riled up and pull away. Usually, he’s the one whining. But he can’t lie, he loves to hear you whine too.

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

This clown is very vocal in bed. Especially if he’s being submissive. He can quite literally become a blubbering, stuttering, whiny little mess. Grunting, moaning, growling, whimpering, sighing…you name it, he’s doing it. I wouldn’t describe him as super loud, just very vocal. But if it’s one of those days where he’s really, really desperate for his favorite human to touch him, he’s going to be loud.

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

If it wasn’t already very clear, I headcanon Pennywise to be a switch. He can be dominant when he wants to be but he often leans towards the more submissive side. And even when he’s being more dominant and topping you, he’s very much a service top. He loves to please you and he loves when you do the same.

X = X-Ray (what's going on under those clothes)

There are a lot of different headcanons about what Pennywise has going on under that suit. I personally like to believe that just like Pennywise can change himself to anyone, I believe he can change his genitalia as well. He can change it based on your preference. But he also changes it depending on his own mood. Sometimes you might unbutton his trousers and find a milky, throbbing cock. It’s a little over 6 inches and has a nice girth but not too much. And he can adjust the size if needed. Other times, especially when he’s in a rut, you’re more likely to find something along the lines of a tentacle (or tentacles if you’d like). Flushed, slick, and throbbing. Hell, sometimes there will appear to be nothing there, just a mound of flesh. Don’t worry though, a slit will open up when he’s ready.

 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Before you came waltzing into his life, it was very low. Basically non existent. Pennywise didn’t need sex nor crave it. If anything, he was indifferent to it. The last thing he was thinking about was sex. But now it’s like you’ve got him under some type of trance. His sex drive has definitely been elevated. He doesn’t constantly crave sex but there are definitely times when he can’t keep his hands to himself.

 

Z = Zzzzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Pennywise stays awake a lot. He can go a long time with no sleep. But sometimes after sex he just feels so warm on the inside, so comfortable…sleep comes rather quickly. He really likes to lay on top of you, sometimes resting his head on your chest or stomach with your legs straddling around him. He likes to hold onto you and press his face into you, deeply inhaling as he drifts off.

[alaskan-wallflower]

eyes (2025 redraw)

i’m very glad i finished this lol—i spent quite some time on it—this definitely caters more to me and my personal designs (which i’ll explain under the cut for those who wanna read it) but i had a lot of fun with this :)) im not usually a soft shading/airbrush person and ive never really done it before, so this was a new experience, but im glad i tried something new :) i still prefer hatching tho

here’s a side by side for comparison

i think this is almost an exact year later too? idk i’ll have to check the posting date of the first one lo)

rambling under the cut if you’re interested :)

ponyboy’s is actually my least favorite one 😭 but honestly i think he does actually have grey green eyes rather than just green eyes like some people say. i just think they’re leaning more towards green rather than being completely green. also i know his hair is more ginger than auburn here. but yk what its ok

sodapop with heterochromia!! this one kinda came to me cause i saw a bunch of people talking about how both movie and musical sodapop have creepy blue eyes while in canon soda’s described with warm brown eyes, and i really liked both so !! kinda combined ‘em. also freckles! my guy has a LOT of ‘em

darry…i don’t like how his came out :/ but i think he’s another one whose eyes are more blue than green, although there’s definitely a hint of green if you look closely. if his looks jumbled it’s cause i merged the layers early and closed out of the app and once you do that you can’t undo it and i had to move some stuff around so that’s why some things look off

johnny’s was a lot of fun tbh—i’ve mentioned a few times but i headcanon that johnny has vitiligo. i tried showing that? i dunno if i did a very good job, i used references as best i could and tried to shade it with my utmost effort but idk if it really worked? also his eye scar! i forgot that in my previous drawing of johnny, which i realized after posting it, but i tried to go with the “big and hard to look at” part of it but i don’t think i did a very good job admittedly—

dally!! dally gave me a chance to kinda show myself with this cause i headcanon that dally has albinism (cause i have it and y’know, i wanted to add it for my own self indulgence)—i used myself as reference for this (minus the hair and with a bit of exaggeration to fit my style better) but i really like how his turned out!! i assumed he’d have some facial scarring too tbh from the fights he’s gotten into, and i wanted to add it in.

two bit—honestly, admittedly, his design is the only one i prefer from the musical over the movie (minus pony) but i still really like the movie/book description since its classic, so i figured why not add both aspects? personally i headcanon two bit to be half polynesian and half irish, and i kept the ginger hair because i thought it was neat and i like it, so i kept it. i also really like him having stormy grey eyes, and i kind do have my own concept for him that’s easier to draw than describe so i guess if/when i make a lineup for all of the gang it’ll be there.

steve…okay i had a change of heart with steve yesterday lol—an anon came to me about steve with green eyes and i had originally said that personally, i headcanoned steve had brown/black eyes…BUT then i thought about it and was like “why not both?” so boom, hazel. (i also think tom cruise has hazel eyes, no? idk) BUT there’s a reason for this. ponyboy originally says he “hates most guys with green eyes” and it kinda made me think like “oh, maybe ponyboy sees steve as one of those guys with green eyes” because he doesn’t like him, but maybe part of both of their character development is go from “steve has green eyes” to “maybe he doesn’t”. it’s more for my own symbolism than anything. oh, also he has a slit eyebrow because he thought it looked tuff and thought it’d look stupid to let it grow back so he just keeps it cut. also rather than “complicated swirls” i kinda think he has big, untamable hair so i tried displaying that, but thats another thing that’ll look better if i get to drawing a lineup lol

sorry steve’s was so long, i just put a lot of thought into that one far—

also just some little things but ive never really done airbrushing before so this was kinda new (which is prolly why they look kinda ehhhh but yk what it’s okay, i tried something new even tho i didn’t want to so i consider it a win

i dunno, i switch between liking how these turned out and hating them so idk, maybe you guys’ll like them more than me! i think ive been staring at em for too long

[mrsdotkennedy]

♡*:.mr crawling headcanons .:*♡

hi so i’ve never written these before but they seemed fun and i thought i’d give it a shot! gender neutral reader <3

i feel like he’d chase his shadow and (or) be afraid of it. the first time the two of you go grocery shopping in the human world, he’d be unused to the sun but fascinated by it, staring directly at it. then he’d glance around and notice that whenever he moves, his shadow also moves. at first he’d test it out, moving left, then right, watching it move with him. he might paw at it, and then turn in circles, like a puppy chasing its tail. eventually he’d be frustrated with the shadow’s relentless tactics, and slightly afraid that it wouldn’t go away. what scared him even further was the fact that a shadow was following you too! that’s where he draws the line. if it had just been him plagued with the shadows he could let it go, but there’s no way he could let these things hurt you. he’d clutch onto you in warning, trying to indicate the shadow in a fearful tone. you’d be confused until you realize he was warning you of your own shadow, and then you laugh loudly. he pouts, but feels ease at your lightheartedness. you try to explain it to him in broken words: “not hurt, not real, from light” as you point at the sun. he doesn’t fully understand you (still struggling through the language barrier), but if you say it’s okay then it’s okay!

when you take videos of him, at first he doesn’t understand the concept. he’s a little wary, and unsure of how you managed to capture moments of him inside that little gadget, but he pieced together in his mind that it was some sort of magic mirror, and eventually he became obsessed with photography. he loves to take photos and videos of you doing literally anything: washing the dishes, lying around, cooking, trying on new outfits, anything at all. his favorite thing to do is take selfies of the two of you though <3

how he texts you! you had gotten into the keyboards setting and managed to put in his language system (or at least however much you knew of it) into an extra phone you bought for him, but he preferred to try and use your language instead. he texts you constantly while you’re at work/school, but he never touches his phone when you’re home. his texts are always filled with emojis, and loads of hearts. his love of selfies always comes through as he snaps selfies every couple hours, showing him cleaning, organizing, trying to cook a meal, etc. he’s definitely an insanely speedy typer (big ahh hands and long fingers), though it’s definitely awkward at first and he has loads of typos

guys idk what this is tbh i just wish i had unconditional love from this fine fellow anyways yeah ty for reading hehe bye!

p.s. should i have put more details or is vague better?

[th3cadav3r]

NSFW JayVik Headcanons

content: mlm ship(could be m4m, m4tm, or tm4tm), penetrative sex, semi-public sex, mention of breeding kink, praise kink

author’s note: Sorry I’ve been gone for like a week, I’ve been recovering from a cold. I’m working on a much longer JayVik fic that someone requested so I figured that I’d just drop this simple little list of headcanons in the meantime. Enjoy!

Jayce’s favourite position when he’s topping is cowgirl. He always either places a pillow underneath Viktor’s bad leg or just holds it up gently for extra support. He also loves holding Vik’s tiny waist with his huge hands because it’s the hottest thing ever

His favourite position while bottoming is missionary. He loooves looking at his lover while he gets pounded like there’s no tomorrow

Viktor’s favourite position when he’s topping is doggy style, specifically him standing up while Jayce is bending over something(desk, bed, etc)

His favourite position when he bottoms is spooning. It puts no pressure on his bad leg plus this allows Jayce to moan and say FILTHY things in his ear

Speaking of Jayce saying filthy things, he will without a doubt say the most dirty things that come to mind and regret it immediately after the whole ordeal. It doesn’t help that Vik usually teases him about it

“What was it you said you’d do to me last night? ‘Breed me like a bitch in heat,’is that correct?”

“OH GODS WHY WOULD YOU REMIND ME”

Viktor on the other hand has nothing to regret because any filth that comes out of his mouth is always in Czech and he refuses to translate when Jayce asks what he said

Jayce moans really loud. He just can’t help it. Oftentimes Viktor will have no choice but to cover his mouth with his hand or make him bite down on something just to shut him up, especially when they’re fucking in the lab

Viktor on the other hand took a while to finally become comfortable with making noise. He used to stifle any noise that threatened to escape him, but nowadays he doesn’t mind letting Jayce know just how good he’s making him feel by way of whining and groaning

They were both already very familiar with each other’s bodies before their first time due to the many anatomical and biological studies that they’ve done on one another

During their first few times together, Jayce pretty much treated Viktor like he was made out of porcelain. He constantly checked in on him, asking if his leg was okay and if anything hurt etc. While it was very flattering that he was being so considerate, Viktor got a little tired of constantly having to reassure Jayce that he was fine. They talked about it afterwards and luckily Jayce is a quick learner so it wasn’t much of a problem

Sex is usually spontaneous. One second they’re going over equations and the next second one of them is bent over the desk with their ass high in the air

They’ve almost gotten caught several times by Heimerdinger and several others but does that stop them? Nope not at all

Jayce is a lot more focused on Viktor’s pleasure than his own. He’ll make sure that he cums at least three times before he finally allows himself to

It takes a lot for Viktor to cum. The only sensation that has been consistent in his life is intense pain—lots of effort has to be put in to make him feel something stronger than that. Luckily, Jayce knows him like the back of his palm—he knows how to make him feel pleasure that overrides the pain

They both definitely got emotional after their first time. It was nothing like either of them had ever experienced before, so they spent a good half an hour just holding each other afterwards

Jayce has really sensitive nipples. This is was discovered by accident, but now Viktor takes full advantage of this almost every time they get intimate

Jayce is an absolute sucker for praise. All Viktor has to do is pat his head or call him a good boy and he’ll get in the mood instantly

Aftercare is usually very light because Viktor falls asleep right after. But in the rare case that they’re both wide awake, they’ll just start building stuff together while still being completely nude

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

everything I’ve read about them has been parental or kinda sexual 😭 so I want to ask for wholesome or silly headcanons about the first generation kings. I also hope PTJ will show more of a human side to Gitae and James soon 🥲 Thank you.

Oh🙂 you're so right. It's either overly sexualized or they're straightup parent figures. I'm guilty of that, too, but the 1st gen is truly the finest, so I guess it can't be helped.

And yes pls !!! We need to see more of Kitae and James's human or goofy side! Idk if it's silly or wholesome, but here you go :)

Characters : James Lee, Kitae Kim, Jaegyeon Na, Jinrang , Jichang Kwak, Seongji Yuk, Taesoo Ma.

JAMES LEE/DIEGO KANG

James found any kind of attention annoying during school, fangirls, fanboys, all of them. As DG, he’s actually terrified of women, thanks to Stalker Girl 😶😶

Gun was hella disappointed when he found out James dyed his hair pink. The legend of the 1st generation... in pink? The same man who helped bring about Gap’s downfall? Gun used to scoff at him, and Goo didn’t hold back either, he said some very interesting things.

James is basically a grandpa at heart. All he really wants is some peace and quiet. He finds Kitae annoying too, and if the chance ever presented itself, he and Goo would definitely sit down for a good gossip session about that overgrown Hulk.

Though he’s repulsed by the overenthusiastic, creepy types, James is genuinely grateful to his fans. A part of him will always be indebted to their support.

KITAE KIM

After finishing off Gapryong, Kitae asked James to find a good place to eat. James was still a teen back then, so of course, he picked a fast food joint, it was cheap, and he had to pay.

While they were eating, a lady commented on how sweet it was that a big brother was treating his younger brother. Kitae froze mid-bite, pulled out his axe, and James had to scramble to diffuse the situation.

Kitae can dance, and when he’s getting ready in Gap’s drip, he twirls confidently in front of the mirror like a fashion king.

If his brothers hadn’t worshipped Gap, Kitae would’ve been the nicest, most caring, coolest big brother ever. He truly would’ve tried to become the man Gap never could be.

JAEGYEON NA

Gender? What’s that? Jaegyeon’s hands are rated E for everyone. He’s not a “ladies first” kind of guy. He believes in “whoever gets there first.” 😆

That said, he absolutely sucks at video games. It would take him hours, maybe days, just to pass one level. Meanwhile, Jichang always beats him.

He sends Yujae explosives, a truck, and a banner with a bomb that reads: "Eat your small dick." 💀💀

JINRANG

Jinrang loved going on walks with his brothers whenever they had free time. He would feed stray animals and pet them gently.

Definitely the type who would enjoy rock climbing, hiking, and other outdoor adventures.

He’d help elderly grandmas cross the street and then get bombarded with people asking if he was single. He’d never reply, just blush and walk away flustered.

JICHANG KWAK

Believe it or not, Jichang is a great actor (see: Holiday Arc). He once dreamed of being an actor but ultimately decided that his pride mattered more.

Secretly, he kind of thanked Kitae in his head, Seoul’s pollution was getting to him, and now he could finally breathe fresh countryside air 🤡

One day, Jihan and Jibeom teased that he didn’t look that strong. So he lifted both of them, and then threw them across the room.

SEONGJI YUK

Sweet baby Seongji☺️☺️ He makes dry jokes or sarcastic remarks without even realizing what he said.

He once thought of teaching James proper manners, worrying silently that James’s parents must be so disappointed in him. Help 😭😭

As he slowly began healing with the Cheonliang fam, he started to consider getting an education or finding a job in a formal sector.

TAESOO MA

Regular tea ☕ sessions with Hudson are a must. They talk about everything, yes, including bitching about James. Taesoo hates James. Truly. He makes constant snide remarks about how James dyed his hair pink: “Ew.”

But... somehow, he also can’t stop fantasizing about how thick James’s arms looked in that one outfit... or how muscular his back was.

He secretly listens to DG's songs and rates them all as “trash,” but why does he find his voice so good when DG raps he shamefully wonders.

Even runs a hate account dedicated to DG. Only to be viciously trolled by DG fangirls every single time. 😆😆