#this is my first headcannon

[alchemyfreak321]

Price has your whole hand covered and they just darwfs yours. Just hands laced together, giving three quick squeezes when he wants your attention.

Kyle has one arm draped over your shoulder and fingers laced with yours across his waist. It doesn't matter he has to twist his arm, he just wants to keep you close. Temple kisses are a given.

Johnny, let's be real, he probably has you in headlock, squeezing as close to him as he can, face half buried in your hair, pressing kisses and whispering all the filthy things in your ear, making you blush and elbow him in the chest. Which just makes him laugh and pull you back closer.

Simon is simple, your palms facing together, fingers interlocked (kind of hard for you since he has fucking shovels for hands). It's almost nonchalant, almost absent minded to any onlookers. But his heart skips a beat every time you squeeze his hand, tightens but follows you whenever you pull away because you saw something on the store display. Not as openly affectionate as Kyle or Johnny but will occasionally (every chance he gets) pull your hand up and press a kiss to your knuckles. If there's a ring, he'll kiss the ring, if not, he's thinking about getting you the ring.

Anyone else think that the CoD characters hold hands with their SO’s in certain ways?

[crowiin]

narinder studying! I don’t think learning resurrection was easy

[novacqnes]

✩ nights like this // sevika

⋆ summary: no coherent thoughts…just stressed councilmember!sevika coming home to you after a rough day.

⋆ warnings: a shit ton of sappiness & fluff, reader loving on sevika

⋆ pairing: sevika x fem reader

⋆ word count: 1.3k

embers of scarlet and coral smacked against the screen of the fireplace, silently stirring sevika from a trance. her head pounded against her skull, locking the rest of her body into place. now this sofa, cheaply made of leather and nylon, was her only comfort. fragments of light reflected off the glass windows, briefly illuminating the door right across from her. in its midst she could single out a you-shaped figure leaning against the doorway. small crescents adorned your eyes as you rubbed away the fatigue in them.

“come to bed,” you whispered, trudging towards her. you hit the sofa with a soft thud, pressing a light kiss to sevika’s soft lips.

she let out a low groan, snaking an arm around your waist, “not yet, go on without me.”

you nibbled on your lower lip, tilting your head to the side as you inspected sevika’s face. her features were tense, eyebrows drawn together with sharp, pensive lines decorating the space between them. her legs were fixed into the ground, boots still on, which was completely uncharacteristic of sevika. for a brief moment, her hazy grey eyes struck yours, they were gentle and radiant. it always amazed you just how hypnotic they could be. they revealed everything about this woman, but this time they weren’t brimming with intense sexual desire but a fervent need for comfort. 

“that bad?”

she shrugged, “something like that.” you waited for her to say more, but nothing else came. rather, you were greeted by an uncomfortable silence and the impossible task of trying to read her mind. her eyes flickered between the fire and your eyes, calling, screaming, pleading out to you so that there was no need for words. sevika’s body was rigid against yours; she looked as if she’d crawl from her own skin and right into the sofa. she detested this feeling. you couldn’t know. you couldn’t see. she needed to protect you. that’s what she told herself as images of the council and their disapproving glares riddled her mind. deeper and deeper, she became trapped within her own mind, leaving you with no option but to intervene. 

she felt your hands on her thighs first, slowly traveling down to her calves before reaching her boots. 

“let’s take these off,” you cooed. 

you started at the dark laces, pulling each one through the silver loops that decorated the sides. once this was done, you tugged them off sevika’s legs, exposing her fluffy rainbow socks. your lips perked up into a smile as your girlfriend quickly looked away, fighting to keep a straight face. it was progress, although you could see that she wasn’t fully comfortable, so you kept at it moving behind her.

you reached for her cloak, peering down at her for approval. “this okay?”

“mhmm….” sevika nodded, sinking further into the couch. she closed her eyes, humming lowly as the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly began to rise. sevika’s skin burned with each slight touch of your hands against her body. warm and hot with determination, you ran them across her smooth skin, moving to undress her in one quick beat. with the cloak tossed to the side, you peeled off her vest, shirt, and bra, leaving her exposed before you. you ran your palms over her sculpted chest, feeling the muscles tense underneath you.

“you’re with me, relax baby.”

she sighed, “i’m trying….i just hate bringing this shit home to you.”

you brought your hands to her face, rubbing your thumb along the scarred skin of her cheek. her eyes were reluctant at first, but you continued with a soft tone emanating from your voice, “look at me sevika, i’m okay. just let me take care of you.”

you moved the dark strands of hair from her face, eager to meet her eye. they were gorgeous. half-lidded and heavy, they were trained on your face, unwavering in spite of the fatigue that pulled on them. it was like a silent battle, a fight that you only saw slight glimpses of before, but sevika’s mask was cracking. in piltover she was utterly alone, and the mere thought of her shouldering that burden chewed at your soul. thus you moved your hands to sevika’s shoulders, desperate to be the support that she needed. once more you looked at her face for a response. silently she nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw before leaning back. 

time slipped by as you undressed her, softly massaging her skin, freeing her from the strain that tore through her body. slowly her features grew more relaxed, shooting you small grins every once in a while as you worked. from the corner of your eyes, a bright halo and its golden rays peeked into your home through the window. half of the living room was illuminated with a faint yellow glow, making visible the antique table in the center of the room and the rest of sevika’s body.

“how’s this?” you hummed, massaging out the kinks in her neck.

she slurred, “perfect…i swear if i have to hear the word contingency agai—“ 

“you’re doing the best you can.”

sevika shook her head as you removed your hands from her shoulders. “it’s not enough. y/n you should see the look on some of their faces; it’s like they don’t even see me.” hurt, frustration, and anger, it spilled from her in one stifled breath. you moved swiftly to her side, cupping her hand in yours. the two of you sat in silence, caught in the sun’s warmth. 

“sev,” you began, “you’re one person, you can’t put that on yourself.”

“i have too,” she whispered, her voice small. sevika’s eyes stung, they begged her to close them and stumble into your bed, but her mind argued the opposite. doubt crept to the forefront of her brain, pervading her perceptions of herself. was she strong enough to do this? could she be enough for you? in the midst of the murky clouds there was no definite answer, and that tormented sevika beyond belief. she’d stayed up for hours, the allure of sleep looming over her as she clawed for an answer, desperately seeking it in the form of solitude.

“i’ll go with you to piltover.” 

her eyes widened, a sheepish grin taking hold of her face as sevika brought a hand to her mouth, “oh, you wouldn’t last a second.”

“what?” you sputtered, playfully smacking her hand away. “i’ll go everyday if i have too…i hate sleeping by myself.” 

she let out a low chuckle, snapping her neck towards the sunrise, taking in the bright, soft pink and yellow hues that fully lit up the room. sevika looked back towards you, her heart beaming with an intense longing and love for the person before her. she adored the way the colors merged with your skin, basking you in a warm glow of sunlight. it captured your beauty like no other, making your girlfriend fall even deeper for you. bare and exhausted, sevika yearned to pull you close. she wanted to feel your skin hot against hers as you floated into a deep slumber, fleeing the world and its worries for just a moment. this was her answer. 

“i love you so fucking much.”

“do you?” you teased, leaning in to place delicate kisses to the underside of her chin.

she nodded, “yeah baby, i do.”

you moved to her ear, allowing your breath to lightly tickle the sensitive skin, “then you know that you don’t owe anyone anything. not those council members. not even us zaunites. you can walk away, and i will love you all the same. i just want you happy.”

“this makes me happy,” sevika smiled, rising from the couch before quickly scooping you up in her arms. 

“good, let’s go to bed.”

[dianatrusova]

HANDS

Victor would have cold hands without realizing it, distracted as he is from his work. Only when he places them on yours, perhaps in a spontaneous or distracted gesture, would he notice your reaction, a gasp or a surprised expression, and he would finally realize how cold his hands are. He would probably apologize immediately, embarrassed, trying to warm them by rubbing them together or sticking his fingers in his pockets, as if that would be enough.

But it wouldn't just be a physical issue. Those cold hands would tell something more: a side of him that often forgets to take care of himself, too busy getting lost in his thoughts or his work. This may lead to you holding their hands in yours. He, initially hesitant, would accept the gesture with shy gratitude, letting the warmth of your hands melt the cold of his hands. Thus unconsciously leading to a continuous search for your warmth

[jjslvt]

being jj maybank’s safe haven (concept? blurb? drabble?)

i just love writing the reader being this for jj — his comfort person because he needs that more than anyone (i might be self-projecting onto him there a bit btw sorry asdfghjkl). jj maybank being glued to your hip when you’re together because he feels at pure bliss for once in his hard life; a concept he had to get used to because it was so strange for him not to be on edge, especially with people. the tension just leaving his body because there he is, resting his cute chin on your shoulder, and arms tight around your waist. secretly afraid that if he lets go, you might vanish into thin air but he knows you never would. his eyes closing as he breathes in your scent, enjoying how you smell (maybe you smell like the beach to him, one of his favorite places) and he’s thinking you are his home. no, he knows, you are. you’re the personification of the sun that he needs shining upon him, getting rid of all the dark clouds threatening to surround him. then those days where you’re both laying on the beach, soaking up the rays and he just rests his head on your tummy because he must. or another instance, he’s crashing at your place. sleeping over and needing to cuddle you? wrapping himself on you like a koala bear — he’d probably trace light circles on your skin, secretly admiring you… feeling thankful for you. clingy & (maybe loverboy) jj once he realizes what a nice feeling it is to have someone caring, gentle & sweet, someone who understands him. someone who would never blame him because you know that under the rough exterior is his heart of gold. he means well. and you’re grateful that he lets his walls down with you. in fact, it’s an honor. now, it’s not your job your fix anyone but that’s not how it is. you’re not fixing him. he is fine in your eyes, you are just embracing his soul so it can shine out. showing him that it is okay. this happened just naturally, we all need support in life. we all deserve love. you two were puzzles pieces, fitting together. he needs someone who just listens to him, comforts him. sometimes, you do just want to hide him away from the world so he doesn’t have to go through another terrible experience; just so he can stay happy.

that smile of his is your personal sunshine.

also, he’s your safe haven too. because this won’t be one-sided.

[iridescent-serpent]

Been in a bayverse mood lately (if yall couldn’t Tell), and ended up thinking about how sparklings/baby mechs would work! (Unfortunately I could Not find any online IDW bayverse comics so this is all very speculative/theory for now)

Also shoutout to @orion-archives and their “sentinel is Oppy and megs dad” as I Did feature that here :)!

Plus some of this text post bc it’s canon to me forever and ever

Just some simple doodles, nothing more

[bunnysnared]

uhmm here are some unmasked boyfriendly ghost sketches +bonus headcanons i have 🫶🏻💌

[pls dont reupload bcos i didnt watermark them but i wanted to share;;] +ALT TEXT on my headcanon sheet in case u can't read my handwriting ♡

[hydroj1ns]

puppy hybrid hinata thoughts … and husky-hybrid kageyama cameo!

cw: hybrids, owner/pet, humping, jealousy

you couldn’t leave the shelter without adopting him, the cutest little puppy you ever laid your eyes on.

you couldn’t resist those huge, shining eyes that practically begged you to just please bring me home. and those little whimpers that left his mouth when you entered ran your fingers through his messy, but soft, orange hair. you were the first to come into the shelter in a long time, and it had been even longer since hinata felt someone’s warm touch on his skin.

when you finally took him home, he immediately started sniffing around your house, from the living room to the guest room (which was now his), until he finally made his way to your room.

you tried telling him that this one wasn’t his, that he had already passed the living space you had prepared for him, but he barged in anyway. his usually floppy ears perked up right when he entered, standing straight on his head like traffic cones.

you just stood there, unsure of what to do other than observe your new puppy’s strange behavior. little did you know, hinata was completely overwhelmed by the way your scent infiltrated his receptors. and he loved it.

he suddenly took long, quick strides to jump onto your bed, nuzzling the sheets and cuddling your pillows and oh god, it all smelled like you.

you smiled at the sight, now sure that yes, this was the right decision. you joined him, sitting on the edge of the bed, but as soon as your bottom made a dip on the mattress, he tackled you, forcing you to lay down with him.

the orange-colored hybrid rested his head against your chest and clung to you, wrapping his lanky limbs around your frame, pulling you ever so close. as he listened to the steady thump thump of your heart, his own started beating faster when you started absentmindedly playing with the hairs near his nape.

your puppy certainly did wear his heart on his sleeve (if that wasn’t already obvious by the way his tail was aggressively beating against your leg).

it had been a long day at work. your boss had tasked you with training the new hire, a husky hybrid by the name of kageyama.

honestly, he was kind of cute. because you were his assigned mentor, he was practically attached to your hip the whole day.

when you were teaching him the interface of the program he was expected to use, he was very attentive, practically breathing on your face as he observed every graph and date table you showed him.

you also appreciated the way he maintained eye contact with you, but honestly, it was a little bit intense; you couldn’t help but look away now and again because of that hungry, almost predatory gaze he held. he’s certainly very passionate about learning!

kageyama ate lunch with you too! he’s such a sweet coworker to keep you company while you eat! though, you swore you could feel someone staring at you when your attention was focused on your phone— you made it a habit to text hinata during your lunch breaks; you hate the thought of your adorable pup getting lonely.

and finally you could go home! not before receiving a bow from your grateful husky subordinate, however. he’s so polite.

when you returned home, you were immediately met with a strong hug from shoyo, causing the two of you to fall backwards in the entryway. giggling, you ruffle his soft hair.

you expected him to reply with his usual cheer, “welcome home!” but was surprised when he didn’t. instead, you were greeted by suspicious sniffs, hinata’s cold nose dragging through your hair and gliding over your neck and wrists.

“sho? what’s wrong?” you ask, worriedly. had something happened at home? did you forget to prepare him a meal in the fridge? did he-

“you… you smell like another hybrid.” he whispered, his agitation revealed by the way he refused to meet your eyes and rested his hands on the tail curled around his folded legs.

quickly, you make sure to comfort him, embracing him in your arms, “oh sho, please don’t be mad, it’s probably just the new husky my boss asked me to train! you know you’re the only puppy i want in my life….”

internally, you were amused by your pup’s possessiveness. he had never shown you this side of him before, and truth be told, it was very cute.

these thoughts were quickly expelled when hinata abruptly took you by the wrist and dragged you to your bedroom. you yelped; hinata had never been forceful with you, what was going on?

you were shoved roughly onto the matress, wrists pinned down by shoyo's cold hands. when did he get so strong?

"shoyo, honey, i swear you have nothing to worry about. it was just work between us, nothing more." you say in hopes of comforting your anxious pup.

but your words travel through one ear and out the other as the orange-haired hybrid noses at your neck, growling lowly. shoyo never growled. it was uncharacteristic of him. he was always well-behaved and cheerful, attributes that you loved.

fine. if he was going to be like this, "sho, i don't know what's gotten into you, but let me go. now." it wasn't often that you scolded shoyo.

for some reason, when he registered your stern voice, he felt something blooming in his chest. a hot, hot feeling, something he couldn't quite decipher. it confused him, and the throbbing feeling that was beginning to arise in his shorts wasn't helping. maintaining his grip on your wrists, he pressed his whole body onto yours, rendering you almost completely unable to move.

your pup started whimpering, unaware of what was happening to his body; all he knew was that he needed you against him.

shoyo began rutting his erection on your thigh, the friction relieving some of his desperate need for release. you could feel the immense warmth radiating from him as pants and whimpers fell from his mouth, pressed right against the shell of your ear.

then, realization hit you. the possessiveness, the jealousy...you weren't sure when to expect this kind of behavior from your pup because it hadn't been long since you brought him home, but you knew that estrous periods were when hybrids felt the most vulnerable.

you relaxed your tense muscles and managed to wriggle your arm from under his weight to tangle a hand in his bright hair. combing through his silky locks and scratching his soft ears, you whispered, "shh, its okay sho, just keep going...."

it was like your encouragement tightened the already tight grip you hand around his heart, his being, his reason for living. he loved you. he couldn't imagine being with anyone else. you were all he thought of when you went to work. you're the first person he thinks of when he wakes up and the last person he thinks of when he falls asleep.

your thigh against his heat felt so good. he couldn't help but imagine doing this every estrous cycle, going further with you, feeling your warmth embracing him... the grinding against you became faster, harder, more desperate, and shoyo could feel himself getting to his climax. you could practically feel how his cock throbbed, even between layers of clothing. as you gently tugged on his hair and whispered more sweet praises into his ears, sensitive from your light touches, he came into his pants. the warmth seeped through his boxers into his shorts.

he lifted his head from next to yours and you were met with his signature puppy eyes, blown wide from his orgasm and threatening to spill tears down his cheeks from how overwhelmed he felt. the hybrid pouted as you gave him a tired smile and leaned down to nuzzle his cheek against yours--- a silent apology.

you sighed and petted his hair--- your own silent forgiveness.

you got up first, "lets talk about this in the bath sho. your shorts are ruined."

and shoyo happily followed you like always, forgetting all the jealousy he welcomed you with.

[levi-venn]

When CT-9904, the clone that would one day become "Crosshair", was first pulled from his birthing tank, he did not cry.  

This was by design.

Engineered to become a “stealth soldier”, 04's vocal cords were shaped so that he could not raise his voice above a frustrated rasp. It was often muted by his incubator.

CT-9902, who would one day adopt the moniker "Tech", was also silent, but this was always a cause for concern. When 02 was quiet, he was most likely attempting his next escape. He had kicked the latch off his first incubator. He had poked the hinges off his second. By the third, Nala Se had nowhere to put the baby escape artist.

Putting 02 in 04's incubator was supposed to be a temporary solution.

A week later, when the new, reinforced incubator arrived, she picked up 02, and found his hand locked with 04's with an iron grip. 

CT-9902 cried. 

CT-9904 hissed.

And so, the ever patient Nala Se left 02 where he was there.  There were no more escape attempts after that.

One day, CT-9902 began to cry.

Nala Se was in the middle of calming 03 who was trying to wreck the changing table with tiny, but mighty fists.

"Omega, see to 02, please, he needs to be changed."

Omega slid off her stool and without looking up from her datapad she said. "It's 04 who needs changing."

"How do you know?" Nala Se asked.

"02 cries louder when 04 needs help."

- Excerpt from Cross and Crow (Read series on AO3)

[sikuena]

what song are they listening to? (wip).

note - feeling a little burnt out so i probably wont be finishing any pieces within the next two weeks. will still be uploading sketches on instagram though

[fluffixen]

Random Jiaoqiu Relationship Headcannons >.>

SFW

He loves for his ears to be touched - they invoke a really nice feeling, similar to that of someone running a hand through your hair. Every now and then- though its rare, you might hear him purr. (Yes, foxes purr.)

Jiaoqiu has a preference for chubbier people - or at the very least, not skinny people- when it comes to finding a partner. One of his main love languages is making his partner food, and he gets extremely worried if you seem to be not taking care of yourself. He definitely prefers meat on your bones- to him, it means you’re healthy. He’s doing his job right.

Qiu loves to give massages. After a long day his favorite thing to do is rub your shoulders and back- more often than not, with a hot lotion of some sort (that he likely made himself) to soothe your aches and grievances. If you’re lucky, once in a blue moon, he’ll let you do the same for him.

NSFW

Jiaoqiu is the type to really like markings. He’ll mark you up and down until you’re covered in small splotches- purple and red bruises signifying that you’re his, and only his. He might get a little possessive about you.

Unfortunately, he also insists that you cover them due to both of your statuses. It wouldn't be very professional to have bite marks and hickeys out in the open, now would it? He makes it a bit hard, though - he leaves them everywhere. When there's one, there's two more. He gets a bit carried away.

If you were to ever leave them uncovered, he'd undoubtedly get a bit embarrassed (though he likely wouldn't show it too directly), and there'd be consequences later. The severity would likely stem from how teasing you were being when he realized you left them out in the open.

If you’re a hybrid of some sort, Foxian or otherwise, he’ll definitely pet your ears and- in sexual situations, pull your tail. If not, he’ll stick with petting your head normally, along with pulling your hair.

Jiaoqiu isn’t generally super rough. He’s normally more on a soft side with a lot of teasing during sex. When he wants to be rough, he’s relentless, however. He likes to talk a lot, too - and especially after losing his vision, he starts to really focus on his other senses. “You feel so good wrapped around me, my love.” “Fuck, you’re shaking so much.” And in a taunting and teasing tone - “Do you feel too full, angel? Am I being too rough? Do you need me to go slower?” “You can take more than that, pet, I promise.”

[hearts0hearts]

୨୧꯭ 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒸𝒶𝓉!𝒮𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓀𝑒 Headcannons

Summary; sasuke finds himself unexpectedly softening toward a sweet, sunshiney girl who never stops smiling at him.

A/N; sasuke is a genin here,, reader is female! reader has a golden retriever personality! ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ ⋆ matching oneshot

₍^. .^₎⟆ blackcat!sasuke ; didn’t expect to meet someone like you — all sunshine smiles, soft giggles, and that warm, glowing aura that followed you everywhere. ₍^. .^₎⟆ blackcat!sasuke ; instantly noticed your golden retriever energy. You were always helping, always smiling, always popping up with some sweet little thing in your hands. Steamed buns, pressed flowers, handmade charms, and a- “Sasuke-kun! I saved this one just for you!” like it was the most natural thing in the world.

₍^. .^₎⟆ blackcat!sasuke ; pretended to be annoyed. He told himself you were too much. Too cheerful. Too curious. Too bright. But deep down, your presence was�� comforting. ₍^. .^₎⟆ blackcat!sasuke ; didn’t know how to handle the way you treated him. Like he was soft. Like he was worth your time. You never asked for anything. You never expected anything. You just liked being around him. That terrified him.

₍^. .^₎⟆ blackcat!sasuke ; watched you from the corners of his eyes. He never said much, but he saw everything. How you always helped elderly vendors pack up & how you offered compliments so easily made his heart feel tight.

₍^. .^₎⟆ blackcat!sasuke ; didn’t say a word when you started sitting beside him under a tree. You brought snacks. Told him about your day. You’d hum while braiding grass, occasionally looking up at him with that blindingly warm expression. He pretended to be disinterested.

₍^. .^₎⟆ blackcat!sasuke ; startled the first time you touched his hand, just a soft brush when handing him something sweet. You apologised gently, cheeks flushed. He… didn’t pull away. Your hands were always warm. He secretly started liking that.

₍^. .^₎⟆ blackcat!sasuke ; started leaving little signs he cared. A rare smirk. Standing between you and danger without hesitation. Letting you ramble without shutting you down. One time, he actually said, “You talk too much,” but when you pouted, he muttered, “...but I don’t mind it.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ blackcat!sasuke ; found himself protective. He didn’t like when other people made you laugh too hard. He didn’t like when someone made you frown. ₍^. .^₎⟆ blackcat!sasuke ; hated that he didn’t know why his chest tightened whenever you smiled at someone else. He told himself it wasn’t jealousy. It was just… awareness.

₍^. .^₎⟆ blackcat!sasuke ; never asked you to wait for him when he has to leave. But he noticed you always did. You’d wave as he walked off, your voice calling out: “Be safe, Sasuke-kun!” like a prayer wrapped in sunshine. He never waved back. But his footsteps always slowed.

hiii thank you for reading! my requests are open! please send!! i dnt mind dms either!

[novichokz]

Finally wanted to come back on here and say that Shigaraki and Dabi are PERVERTS.

NSFW under the cut, don’t like don’t read and MDNI!!

Shigaraki is that type of pantie sniffer pervert, the kind that doesn’t care about what your occupation is, your weight, nothing. He will fantasize over you constantly, try and be near you all the time, and if you so happen to be part of the LoV get a lock on your door because you will probably come back to find missing underwear or clothes and have them pop back up a few days later with new stains on em.

Dabi is the type of pervert that stalks the living shit out of you. Social media? He’s got so many burner accounts and they’re only following you. A job? Any guy that gets a bit too close to you won’t show up the next day. He LOVES to put something in your drink occasionally to put you in a deep sleep and go in through your window to touch and hold you. If it’s been a bad day for him, you might even find a weird sticky substance on you that was lazily cleaned up the next morning, but you won’t know where it came from.

And you already know that both of them team up to pick up a chick from the bar. Shigaraki is very inexperienced and lets Dabi do most of the work to actually get you alone with them, but he will absolutely be present and working when Dabi does succeed.

“She’s so tight and cute.. wanna keep her?” Shigaraki would say with a panting tone as he rocks his hips back and forth with a rough and almost sloppy pace that had you drooling and shaking “yeah, we’re keeping her. Need to wreck this one a few more times.” Dabi would reply as he rutted up into your tight back door, his hands holding your hips to keep you steady on his lap while the two wreck your welcoming body.

[dianatrusova]

Small habits

The laboratory was immersed in a deafening silence interrupted only by the continuous rustling of pages and the rhythmic noise of the pen scratching against the paper. Viktor was bent over a series of formulas, his eye alert and focused with his hair disheveled from the long day. Every now and then, in a completely unconscious gesture, a hand would leave the pen to curl a lock of hair between the fingers, before returning to writing. He was aware that he hadn't always had this habit of playing with his own hair. It was a gesture that he had acquired, almost without realizing it, during the long afternoons spent with you, in his laboratory, while you were both immersed in your own research. You, with your light smile and eyes always looking for hidden details, often noticed details about Viktor that not even he himself perceived. You had the habit of reaching out for his hair, absentmindedly playing with a lock as you reflected on a calculation or a formula that you couldn't figure out. Viktor was aware that you didn't do it with the intention of distracting him, but rather that it was an involuntary gesture, your way of calm down, to find a thread between your thoughts and arrive at the solution to the problem. Yet, every time he felt your fingers in his hair, he couldn't help the smile that grew on his face. That small gesture had become a source of calm and comfort for him. Over time, without realizing it, he had begun to replicate that gesture when he found himself alone. Now, in the quiet of the laboratory, while the dim light of the lamp reflected on the sheet full of calculations, Viktor continued to play with a lock of his hair.

[ushsblog]

The Teamwork. Cedric in HexleyHall mini-comic

A simple plot before I go back to school, I had fun with this one. I'm sorry about the quality, I got the size wrong and I realized it when I had already finished the lineart.

I feel that worse than being alone is knowing that they don't want you there.

[k6tzie]

task force 141 'sharing' nsfw headcanons

be advised, the following content explores consensual sex involving multiple people during intimate encounters. reader discretion is advised

soap: he's a man of adventure and will try everything once, even if he thinks he might not like it. if he were to have a threesome, he'd share ghost or another close friend he can trust with you, not the other way around. it's almost like a dream, both guys splayed out on soaps bed, legs spread as they take turns fucking your mouth.

gaz: in all honesty, i don't see kyle being the type to have sex with another person or people involved (sorry to disappoint). maybe some light-hearted kissing or messing around but he wouldn't be interested in 'sharing' you with someone. if you really wanted it, he might do so just to please you but it'd be cut short and lots of cuddling after...y'know, to assure you still love him.

price: thankfully, john isn't the overly jealous type. he fully trusts you and your intentions especially when it comes to sex. so when you proposed the idea of having another person, he was okay with it as long as there were some ground rules. he cared about everyone's needs being fulfilled. but of course, when the other person leaves, he'll fuck one last orgasm out of you until your legs give out. and i can't forget, aftercare king!

ghost: he wouldn't be too eager to have another person involved but would only make an exception if he knew and trusted them. he more so enjoys the thought of other people drooling over you whilst he's the only one who can fuck you dumb. so if you wanted someone involved, it'd most likely be someone else from the tf141, probably johnny, "keep that pretty mouth busy, johnny. someone's making too much noise." whilst he fucks you with purposely slow, deep strokes.

this is my first post so i hope you enjoyed it, feel free to let me know if you'd like this with any other characters. i'd be happy to write it. thanks!