#though this is more of a headcanon for me

[kysstar]

CRIMSON HOURS | JUNG WOOYOUNG

pairing : : jung wooyoung x fem!reader

synopsis : : vampire!wooyoung headcanons

genre : : established relationship

warnings : : starting off soft, will get suggestive(almost nsfw?) in the end.

author's note : : might've gone too far lol. had to remind myself i don't write smut and im a fluff/angst writer lol can't blame me 🤷🏻‍♀️it's hard to keep it sfw with vampire aus (+wooyoung's freaky self)

sfw !

vampire wooyoung who pretends he’s not cold so you’ll cuddle closer to him even though he’s literally ice

vampire wooyoung who always smells like cedarwood, old books, and the faintest trace of blood

vampire wooyoung who thinks watching you sleep is romantic and not at all creepy (he’s wrong but you let him have it)

vampire wooyoung who gets insanely pouty when you wear turtlenecks because “what’s the point of having a biteable neck if you keep covering it up”

vampire wooyoung who kisses the scars on your neck like they’re love notes he wrote with his teeth

vampire wooyoung who calls you “mine” in a way that’s soft when you're tangled in bed and deadly when someone flirts with you

vampire wooyoung who insists on carrying you across puddles, thresholds, and anywhere he deems “too dangerous for fragile humans”

vampire wooyoung who hates the sun but will suffer through early mornings just to watch you brush your hair and smile at him half-asleep

vampire wooyoung who reads you poetry from languages you don’t understand, but you still blush because his voice makes it sound obscene

vampire wooyoung who purrs when you run your fingers through his hair, eyes half-lidded like he’s drunk on your touch

vampire wooyoung who loves when you wear red, “for the aesthetic,” he says, but really because it makes his hunger worse

vampire wooyoung who buys you antique jewelry and insists you wear it “to look properly spoiled”

vampire wooyoung who would burn the world for you, no hesitation, all teeth and fury if anyone dared hurt what’s his

vampire wooyoung who’s lived lifetimes but swears nothing has ever felt more like home than your skin against his at midnight

nsfw !

vampire wooyoung who still gets flustered when you say his name all breathy and needy, like he hasn’t lived centuries and heard it a thousand ways

vampire wooyoung who loses his mind every time you let a drop of wine slide down your throat, eyes tracking it like prey

vampire wooyoung who growls low in his throat when your pulse speeds up under his tongue

vampire wooyoung who licks the blood from his lips after feeding like he’s savoring dessert, eyes dark and locked on you like you’re next

vampire wooyoung who bites during sex just enough to make your head spin, his voice rough in your ear saying, “you can take it, can’t you?”

vampire wooyoung who calls feeding “foreplay” and proves it every time by making you shake before he even touches between your thighs

vampire wooyoung who uses his superhuman strength to manhandle you into his lap, onto the wall, over the table—wherever he wants you

vampire wooyoung who whispers filthy things in languages you don’t understand while his hand is between your legs, smirking when you whimper anyway

vampire wooyoung who pins you down with one hand and teases with his fangs just to hear you say “please”

vampire wooyoung who drinks slow during sex, tongue flicking over the puncture like he’s tasting wine, groaning at every drop

vampire wooyoung who gets hard every time he smells your blood and doesn't even try to hide it anymore

vampire wooyoung who marks your thighs with his mouth and your neck with his fangs, proud of every bruise and bite

vampire wooyoung who promises forever, but fucks like he’s trying to make you forget your name

© kysstar

[oddballwriter]

if its alright, could i request some jealous ena? do you think both sides of her would handle jealousy differently?

Jealous Dream BBQ ENA headcanons

Warnings: our lovely polygon wife struggling with big feelings of jealousy and a bit of self doubt if you squint, Meanie getting into fights, the big sad but then comfort. If I missed anything please feel free to tell me.

Author’s Snip: yay more of our BBQ babygirl

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Oh, for sure she feels some sort of way.

People are literally so rude. You know? They were already rude and mean to ENA already but ever since you two became public about dating, it’s like there’s a whole new thing for them to tease and bully ENA about. Some people will just straight up flirt with you right in front of her like she’s not standing right next to you and talking to them.

Not to mention that people probably say stuff about your relationship to her right to her face about how she’s just a rebound or something. Someone said to her, “You know they’re just dating you because their ex got the big ring and they wanted to make them jealous, right? I heard all about it.”. Or that you felt so bad for her that you started dating her out of pity and will earn to heart to break up eventually. It’s awful.

And it really gets to her head sometimes. She knows deep down that it’s not true. You love her. You tell her so and show it in your own way. And you wouldn’t lie to her. She knows that you love her with all your heart and will be by her side despite what everyone says about her and the reputation that you may get when people find out you’re with her. You’re hers and she’s yours.

But again, sometimes it just gets to her

Her salesperson side is a little more subtle about it, but you can feel it a bit when she puts an emphasis on “my faithful partner in the market of love and affection” (her side’s way of saying you’re her s/o) and how her mitten of a hand takes yours when she notices the person you two are talking to seemingly eyeing you up.

It’s a bit awkward because that hand doesn’t have fingers, so it just kind of cups your hand, but you know that that’s her substitute for intertwining her fingers with yours on that hand and you subconsciously follow suit and hold her hand too

And even if someone does make a pass at you, she intervenes by stating “I’m afraid that we are derailing from the subject matter of our brief meeting.” and ignores the glare they give her or grins back at them letting them know that she knows damn well what they’re trying

Her meanie side… is not so subtle or polite. To put it mildly

She cuts straight to the point and straight through the bullshit like she always does and calls them out

“Hey, pal! Keep your eyes off! That’s my lucky score! Get your own at the bottom of the bargain bin!”

She’s willing to through hands and mittens with anyone and anything. She knows how to fight. She looks like that clawed hand can give a good scratch and the mitten can give a good sucker punch. The megaphone can be used for more than just yelling into it.

No fr though she’d fight someone for you and probably has or almost has if it weren’t for you holding her back. Though she has just popped her arms off and tried to fight by kicking before.

…

…

She got her ass beat but she swears to this very day that she did more damage to the other guy

She does also repeat and reinstate the fact that you’re hers to you.

IE “You’re MY little heart pest!”

She never gets too mad at you though. She just gets very passionate about you and making sure that you let her know that you’re hers and that you have no interest in how the other person was acting towards you. But in never gets to anything actually harsh or abusive, and you know that.

That’s just how she talks and is. That’s literally the whole main component of that side of her.

But in terms of warding people off, she has a very “bark and maybe even bite” approach

After these cases, her salesperson side comes in and apologizes. Mainly to you though. She’ll give the person the most customer service ass apologies as she walks away with you, but with you she’ll have a more heartfelt one about “acting unprofessional and hostile in front of such a respected and valued person of my personal interest”

ENA will never really talk about her feelings of jealousy to you as to not bother or burden you with it even if you’re offering to listen to her and help her feel relieved of them if you can tell that somethings weighing her down.

Her salesperson side denies it entirely and her meanie said calls it stupid and idiotic. It’s honestly like pulling teeth

But you honest to GØD have some sort of spell over her that makes her give in after a few good tries and a private enough area away from prying eyes

It’s always her pale side that talks during there’s moments, which makes sense. You love the salesperson side and all the good joy and positivity it brings. But you know that this side of her feels all the intense things.

She’s not yelling, throwing insults, or sarcastic anymore. Her voice is much quieter, almost soft and fragile. Almost like she’s about to cry. And she hangs her head like it’s too heavy for the pull of her body to hold it up properly.

She doesn’t say much. She just asks “You do like me, right? They’re all lying to me again, right?”

You don’t really have to say much either. No big flowery and loud profession of love and devotion. You just need to have her look at you and tell her that you do love her and that everyone else can go eat smoke. She’ll know that you mean it just by the look in your eyes. She knows you just as much as you know her and can tell when you’re lying. And the fact that she knows and feels deep down inside that you’re telling the truth makes her feel better.

After that she goes back to her regular self, either meanie says some thing about “gross softie feelings” or her salesperson side comes back in and displays that big ol grin that you love so much

People can get to her. But you basically live inside of the coding of her heart and soul

[smutcentralx]

HAII ^-^ saw your intro post tagged under invincible!! Do you have anything for the mark variants? Just headcanons or something would do fine.

Specifically viltrumite or lenseless mark but honestly any work! - 🫀

you ask and you shall receive ;)

PRETTY PLEASE | lensless! mark x gn reader

MASTERLIST

warnings: smut, smut, and more smut

a/n: i was so excited when i saw this hehe i chose lensless mark but i will gladly write one for viltrumite mark. this was supposed to be a headcanon but i got carried away :p

You stared at the tv screen in horror as a bunch of marks destroyed several cities and even countries.

You wondered how this would affect you since you knew mark. You and your mark were close friends and neighbors. You two basically grew up together and you knew all his secrets. You knew he always looked at you as a sister.

It always did bug you since your bottled up feelings weren’t really reciprocated. You never know what he’s thinking so it’s hard to tell how he really thinks of you.

All you knew was that you were very important in his life and he cared for you a lot and vice versa. The friend-zone sucks but you’d never want to mess up your friendship over something so silly. It hit you though…

An awful feeling seeped deep into your gut.

Without wasting time you stood up abruptly and shut off the tv. “Fuck fuck fuck what the fuck do i do” you whispered biting your lip as you paced back and forth.

If you were that important to your mark you realized they may know a you from their universe. However the marks you saw on tv were nothing like your mark they were evil. You decided that you had to avoid making contact with any of them.

You decided you should hop in your car and leave. You grabbed your car keys and ran swiftly towards the door trying to stay calm. Your was chest rising up and down at a fast pace as you still had that bad feeling seep even deeper into your bones.

You opened the door but before you could make one more step outside you saw a shadow figure above your head. Alarms went off in your head and you stood frozen in fear not daring to look up.

You knew that silhouette to well it be your mark but at this point better safe than sorry. Your brain immediately went into fight or flight mode.

You won’t get very far but you obviously chose flight.

Without thinking you turned around and attempted to slam the door shut.

A hand stoped you and swung the door wide open with so much force the door should’ve broke off.

“No way you’re really here! I thought i would never see you again!”

There stood a mark that looked just like your mark. However this was not the mark from you universe. The first thing you noticed was that he had no lenses. Your eyes trailed over his body. He looked identical to your mark. Maybe even better lookin- wait no what am i thinking.

He stepped closer with his arms wide open and a smug grin over his face. “Wow this just awesome, in my universe you hated me so much i had to kill you!”

Chills ran through your body and you froze in place.

“Please don’t hurt me” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. You were so scared you didn’t know what do to do. There wasn’t anything you could do.

You knew marks power and he could kill you if he wanted to in an instant.

“Babe I would never kill you?” he frowned closing in the distance as you walked backwards and hit the wall behind you.

“Please mark” you were begging at this point. This mark was oozing a dangerous persona.

He palmed himself when he heard you begging. “Forgot how good it was to hear you beg”.

“I wonder if your mark ever got a taste of you!”

“Tell me, has he? Or is he just to much of a pussy?”

He laughed holding his stomach. You glared at him starting to grow annoyed at his annoying attitude. He knew he was close to hitting a nerve.

“Aw don’t give me that look- wait you got the hots for your mark but..he doesn’t want you back!” He laughs even more falling to the ground and holding his stomach.

He was taunting you. He knew what he was doing even though he seemed like an airhead.

“S-shut up it isn’t like that we’re just friends”.

He stepped closer ignoring you til he was inches away towering over you. He tiled his head in confusion with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You sure about that? I can smell you, your arousal for me, i can hear your heartbeat. I know you want me”.

You cursed at yourself. You felt so defeated you couldn’t form a sentence due to the humiliation. Your face grew red and he saw right through you.

“There we go, this will be fun! I’ll give it to you real good since your mark won’t!”. “Wait, please!” You tried to push him back but it was like pushing a wall.

He grabbed both of your wrists and held them above your head against the wall. “Oh this is gonna be fun relax, I’ll take good care of you!”. He cooed sweetly but his tone still scared you.

He let go of your hands and began to roam your body touching every corner like he memorized it. His hands landed on your ass and he squeezed it.

Your hands flew to his shoulders and a soft moan slipped from your mouth. You bit your lip trying to conceal your soft sweet sounds. “I know you like that, we’re just getting started.” He was dripping with confidence.

He removed his head from your neck and yanked down your shorts and underwear with no warning. You gasped in surprise as he picked you up with ease.

You were now cradling him just inches away from his face. He smirked and crashed his lips into yours and you couldn’t help but kiss him back. You moaned deeply into the kiss.

You didn’t even notice you were moving at all till he threw you harshly onto your bed.

In a flash your top and bra was gone and he was in between your legs naked and my god his dick was huge. Reality and fear hit you as you saw how big he was. You scoot back trying to make a run for it.

He just ranked your legs even closer gripping your thighs hard enough to leave a bruise. “Where are you going? The fun part is about to begin!”

“Mark it’s not going to fit your to big”. He took in the sight of your body and his dick twitched slightly jumping from excitement. “Oh i’ll make it fit, you’ve taken it before and you will again”.

Before you could argue back he sunk in the fingers into your dripping wet core. You moaned at the sudden intrusion. You could hear the arousal and it turned you on way more than it should have.

Marks fingers felt amazing he took note of the way you twitched and shook trying to find that little sweet spot he knows so well.

“Fuck mark right there”. You whimpered when you felt him hitting that spongy soft spot. “Yea you like that? I found it within seconds this is awesome!” he picked up the pace continuously abusing that soft spot.

You felt your orgasm creeping up fast and your eyes rolled back due to the immense pleasure. His fingers were going at a rapid pace that you didn’t even know was possible.

“God fuck mark i’m gonna-“. You gasped and your breath hitched. “Mhm come on give it to me pretty girl”. The way he spoke to you made you snap and u fold instantly.

Your back arched “Fuck” you whimpered softy. Your body froze up and your hole tightened. Your orgasm hitting you in waves, you felt like you could pass out instantly. You never knew you could feel so good cumming off just his fingers.

He watched you unravel and he knew all it took was his fingers to break you. “Fuck those sweet sounds could put me sleep” he laughed while watching the way how you twitched under his touch.

You whined at the removal of his fingers. As you propped yourself up on your elbows. The sight alone could make you cum all over again.

Mark was softly pumping his already hard cock. While looking at your face and body. His eyes met yours. “Go on, say it tell me what you want.” He stroked it slowly with a smirk on his face waiting for you.

You bit your lip and looked away. “Ah ah eyes on me” he gripped your chin harshly and forced you to look at him.

He rubbed soft taunting circles on your clit. You moaned softly but you were also frustrated. He kept changing the pace teasing you until you had enough.

“Fuck, mark please just fuck me.”

He smiled wide in victory. “See that wasn’t so hard you just needed a push!” his eyes darkened as he planted both hands next besides your head.

His tip at your entrance just begging to come in. As you prepared for him to just shove it in. He instead slowly fucked you with the tip. “What are you-“ he finally shoved his dick into your wet hole.

You moaned his name so loud your neighbors could probably hear it. “Fuck you feel soo good i could just cum inside right now”. His brows furrowed since you were so tight for him.

He began thrusting in and out roughly and didn’t even let you adjust to his size. You screamed out in pain and pleasure. The pain of the stretch felt so good, no one could give you this feeling.

His calculated thrusts were ruthlessly pounding into you barely giving you enough time to catch your breath. He leaned down and kissed you roughly but also passionately. You moaned and whimpered into the kiss.

You screamed out when you felt him abusing that spot in your tight little hole. “Right there mark oh god”. Mark took note and moved both of his hand on your thighs and pushed you down into a mating press position.

“Yeah you like it right there don’t you? I can feel you squeezing my dick off.” His thrust were pounding into you at a relentless pace. You felt your second orgasm building up quickly.

He knew you were about to cum and he didn’t plan on stopping. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, the burn of your hips as he held you down. His thrust were getting sloppier and his breath stuttered at the sight.

“Fuck cum for me s’good i’m gonna cum inside you.” He mumbled out while drowning in his own pleasure. That was enough to break you alone.

You screamed his name as your second wave of your orgasm hit or maybe it was your third. You didn’t even know anymore. You brain was foggy and you poor hole was so overwhelmed.

You pushed against his chest as he kept going fucking you through your orgasm. You felt a third one creeping up on you fast. “Mark wait i’m-“. He ignored you and kept pounding into you his hips stuttering as he poured into you. Your orgasm washing over you at the same time.

He released your thighs as you shook and trembled. He licked his lips at the sight of you growing hard again.

In a flash he was sitting against the head board legs straightened out in front of him. You were sitting on top of him with half lidded eyes. You looked him shocked.

“Oh you thought that was it? Babe like i said we’re just getting started!”

[leriexoxo]

SKZ HEADCANONS

Bestfriend! Stray kids vs You in a heated staring match (OT8)

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AN: I did a poll a few days ago for new content and everyone chose head canons so here we are! I’ll be creating a separate master list for these but it will be attached to the main ML. Requests for Head canons are open!

Disclaimer: I will not take ABO requests! (Or any sorta weird stuff)

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Bang Chan

• Laughs when it starts. All dimples and cocky smirks. But the second your eyes lock and you don’t flinch, his smile fades.

• His jaw tics. You see it—see the way his eyes drop to your lips for a fraction of a second, like instinct.

• “You sure you wanna keep looking at me like that, sweetheart?” he murmurs, low and teasing—but it sounds like a threat.

• Doesn’t look away. Not because of the game—because he can’t. He’s too busy thinking about how good you’d look underneath him, making that same intense eye contact while he wrecks you.

Lee Know

• He’s cocky from the jump. Tilts his head, folds his arms, leans in just enough to make it feel intimate.

• The tension builds so quietly. His eyes are sharp but soft around the edges. You feel stripped bare, like he’s undressing you with his gaze.

• When he sees your throat bob? He smirks.

• “Getting nervous?” he whispers, and it feels like he’s right next to your ear even though he hasn’t moved an inch.

• The moment your gaze flickers down—just once—he wins. And he knows it.

Changbin

• Gets flustered immediately. Tries to act tough, but you see the way his ears go pink.

• He starts with that goofy grin, but the longer it goes on, the more serious his expression gets. His brows draw together. His jaw sets.

• He licks his lips. That’s his downfall. That unconscious little habit that suddenly makes it feel too real.

• “Why’s it so hot in here?” he mumbles—and you both laugh, but neither of you look away.

Hyunjin

• Deadly. Absolutely lethal. He stares like it’s art. Like you’re art. His eyes are dreamy and half-lidded and burning.

• Leans forward just enough that you can smell his cologne, his breath, and you realize this game? Yeah. It’s not a game anymore.

• His tongue swipes across his lower lip so slowly and he watches your eyes drop to follow it.

• “You blinked,” he says, voice like velvet. And then smirks. “Or maybe you just got distracted.”

Han

• Tries to make jokes to break the tension. “What do I win if I beat you?” “Can I use my puppy eyes as a weapon?”

• But the silence creeps in. Your gaze stays steady. And he changes.

• He starts squirming in place, biting his lip, suddenly too aware of how close you’re sitting, how pretty your eyes are.

• “This doesn’t feel friendly anymore,” he blurts. Then goes beet red. “Not in a bad way—! I mean, not that I don’t—fuck.”

Felix

• So sweet at first. Giggling, winking at you, doing little fake attempts to distract you.

• But when you don’t react, when you just stare? His expression shifts. His voice drops. His freckles seem to glow under the heat of it.

• “You’re really not gonna look away, huh?” he says softly. And then—whispers it again. Closer.

• Your faces are inches apart and the air is thick. And when neither of you move, he just smiles. “Kinda like this…”

Seungmin

• Immediately calls it childish. “This is stupid.” Says he’s not playing. Then plays anyway.

• You match his stare, eyebrow raised. And for once, he breaks. His face twists—caught between annoyed and aroused.

• “Why are you looking at me like that?” he mumbles. But he doesn’t look away. If anything, he leans closer.

• Suddenly it’s quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your skin buzz. You swallow. He watches your throat.

• “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he says under his breath.

Jeongin

• Tries to win by pure stubbornness. “I’ve got this. I’m unbeatable.”

• But his eyes soften the longer he looks at you. His breathing changes. His lips part just a little.

• He gets so self-conscious, but doesn’t back down. You see him glance at your mouth and immediately regret it.

• “I swear if you move any closer I’m gonna—” he mutters, then cuts himself off.

• Neither of you knows how to stop it now.

[phantasm-ae]

Okay but like… i saw this pic around my fyp and I can’t help but imagine getting Ghost a bunny solely because it looks like him JSJSJSKSKSJSJSK

Anyways, heres a drabble on that

cw: suggestive smut, p in v, afab readerxghost, oral (f receiving), slight fluff

Headcanon: getting fwb Ghost a bunny that looks like him

Pairing: Ghostxreader

something something giving Simon a bunny because it looks like him.

Not planned. Not scheduled. But honestly, when is it ever with him anyway?

You'd just gone out for groceries. That was the plan. Grab milk, maybe eggs, more of that tea he practically scarfed down when he took over the place. God he just went through your fridge didn't he?

But you can't really get mad can you? Insufferable bastard that he was. Worming his way through your own life without permission.

Without favor.

No pursuit.

No accommodations just forced entry.

And now. Apparently. Into your arms in the form of one very large -- Jesus look at the size of that thing! -- and very pissed off rabbit. Heavy too. Solid. All hulk and muscle in a way that rabbits really shouldn't be. Like a furry little brick of war crimes and unresolved trauma. Yep. That's Simon.

You're 90% sure he even growled at the shelter worker when they tried to put him back in his carrier. The weighty plastic mauled and gnawed on. Too tiny. Too small. Too kind to accommodate a creature like that. Yep. That's Simon

"you sure you want him lass? Got kittens in here and puppies if you want", the shelter worker had said. Looking at you concerned and weary. Probably worried that you were in and out of your knocker with this one. Toeing the line between worry and are you mentally stable enough for this?

But you were already shoving bits of cash across the counter. Attention fully taken by the brooding thing with a warm and knowing smile

"Yeah", you'd said, watching the rabbit try to murder a carrot with a slow, surgical malice. "This one"

Now here you are, hours later, spent, sated. Filled, and panting in your bed. Sheets tangled. Skin still humming with Simon half-on top of you. Blanket of muscle strewn across your waist. Half buried in the pillow beside your head because "missed you birdie. needed you yeah? gone without you so long"

And of course you were dumb-dumb but not dumb-dumb... right?

So you'd believed him.

let him.

Welcomed him.

let him strip you bear and lay you down the kitchen counter. Sopping. Crying. Panting and whining while he buried his face to the nines down your core. Cold marble against fevered skin. Your shirt bunched up on your waist, baring your pebbled tits in view, while his hands practically muscled and gripped their way onto your thighs.

Held. Palmed. Clawed. Prisoned.

You were sure the indents and bruises on your inner thighs were moments where he lost accidentally lost control. Never having intentionally hurt you. Never capable. Never wanting to.

Slurping and sucking on the folds of your labia and clit like it was a personal mission between his mouth and your pussy alone. Sacred. Cleric on an altar. Groaning like he'd been starved for too long.

Stranded.

Parched.

And now, nirvana was between your legs

There was no gentle easing. Never really is whenever SImon got like this. God did you love it though. Just full assault. Tongue. Lips. Teeth. Mean. Overstimulation be damned

"cute this way yeah birdie? cunt practically pulsin' for me"

He liked the tears. Liked the tremble. Liked the way your body tried to escape even as it begged him not to stop. Because who was Simon if he didn't enjoy making his little bird scream and quiver underneath his touch.

You came once, and he didn’t even pause -- just gripped your thighs tighter, thumbs bruising into soft flesh, and kept going. Like your orgasm was an agreement. Like your moans were consent to ruin. By the time he finally rose -- chin soaked, mouth swollen, eyes dark and shining with something unspoken -- he carried you into his arms. Dizzy.

Wrecked.

Whining and whimpering incoherently.

Shaky.

Newborn fawn.

Fresh kill being hauled into your bedroom where he proceeded to manhandle you onto the bed -- face down, ass up, a position that felt less like suggestion and more like claim.

You barely had time to gasp, to find your breath between the heat and blur of it all, before he was behind you again -- pressing his weight over your back, one big hand flat between your shoulder blades, holding you down.

Like you’d run. Like you could.

“Still twitchin’,” he muttered, voice dark, ruined. A low hum against the shell of your ear as he ground his cock between your cheeks, already hard. “Didn’t get enough, huh?”

You whimpered, a sound punched out of your throat that didn’t sound like a yes or a no -- just need.

And he knew. Of course he did.

Because Simon always knew.

And now, he’s still draped over you like a weighted blanket with intimacy issues. Breathing soft and even. Sated and spent. Seed dripping down your thighs and sheets. Mission accomplished. The heat of his skin soaking into yours. A hand resting over your belly, thumb stroking there absently, like he's grounding himself. Like he doesn’t want to let go.

Which is exactly why you decide now is the time.

You shift a little, enough to get his hand to loosen. Enough to twist beneath him with a grin you know he can feel more than see.

“You asleep?”

He grunts.

Close enough.

You press a kiss to his cheek, lips skimming the edge of that jaw he rarely lets you near. “Got you something.”

Another grunt. More wary this time. His body tenses a hair, but you’re already slipping out from under him, ignoring the way your legs shake as you pull on his shirt -- it’s long enough to cover most of the carnage -- and pad toward the corner of the room.

The carrier’s still there. Heavy. Silent. Ominous.

Trying not to wince as you notice a growing dent and another hole at the side. Freshly mauled and gnawed. God you hope he doesn't eat anything important here.

You kneel beside it, unlatch the door, and wait.

There’s a pause.

And then: the slow, deliberate thump of massive paws as the creature waddles and hops out.

Surveys the room

Tactical.

observant.

Calculating. Fucking perfect

Immediately starts chewing the corner of Simon’s boots like it owes him money. Simon -- still half-asleep, still blissed-out and boneless -- blinks once, slow and confused. Sits up just enough to see over the covers.

“What the fuck is that?”

You grin. “Your emotional support rabbit.”

A long pause.

The rabbit, undeterred, begins gnawing at a strap. You think it’s almost... judgmental.

Simon stares. “Big bloke. Looks like it wants to kill me.”

You shrug. “That’s why I got him. Seemed fitting.”

Simon’s quiet again. Processing.

Then he leans back on the pillow, one arm flung over his eyes.

“Course you did.”

Another pause. The rabbit finishes murdering the boot and hops onto the foot of the bed. Heavy. Menacing.

“...What’s it called?”

You try not to laugh. “Didn’t name him yet. Figured you’d want to.”

The rabbit growls. Growls.

Simon groans. “You’re not right in the head, birdie.”

You grin and climb back into bed, curling into his side, watching as the rabbit hops up between you both like it owns the place.

“Neither are you,” you whisper into his shoulder, already smiling.

“He just needs a little space. And maybe therapy.”

Simon folds his arms. “Does it bark?”

“It’s a rabbit.”

“Still not convinced.”

Silence, thick and suspicious.

The hulking mass of the bunny flops onto its side without warning. A resounding thump thump follows as its weight meets the slightly dusted carpets of your floors.

Limbs stretched out, as if to say I’ve decided this rug belongs to me now.

Simon stares. The bunny stares. Something probably ancient passes between them.

“I don’t want it.”

“Didn’t ask if you did.”

“He’s not living here.”

“He’s not here for you.”

Another long pause.

“…You named it after me, didn’t you?”

You bite back a grin. Yes “He named himself.”

Simon exhales, a long-suffering sound muffled by the pillow. The rabbit twitches an ear, unimpressed. The two of them -- standing-off like old soldiers in a temporary ceasefire.

You plop a box of greens on the counter. “Just don’t feed him anything weird.”

Simon, muttering: “'should’ve stayed deployed.”

You, grinning: “You’re welcome, by the way.”

masterlist

[beebbg]

Begging for you to write anything for Mel literally anything

MEL X READER HCS

Of course! I think it’s necessary to start with some basic headcanons (I love writing them). I am working on more requests bc y’all seem to love it. Tysm for the bread nation attacking me I will drop more stuff for you guys as well !

Warnings: not proofread

So, SO clingy! Has to be by you almost 24/7. Along with Breadhead, she’s by your side at any moment. Anywhere she goes, you go. She’s also getting scolded by Ken for slacking off. One time, she was so distracted talking with you, that she forgot to take the customers' orders. It wasn’t fun

Along with that, you’re the first person she serves in the restaurant. This is why she’s always getting sidetracked.

Even though she’s clingy, she’s not going past hand-holding in public. You kiss her, and she’s gagging while sticking her tongue out. You both know she loves it. When you guys are alone, it’s a whole different story.

Mel gets bored pretty easily (don’t let that happen). She brewing up a plan for something crazy to do with you. She’s begging you to go through with it. You’re going, no matter what. She will fight tooth and nail. She throws in a few drawings of you and her with hearts for extra flair.

[kk-iki]

it's been a long time coming, but. . .

enough is enough. i think i've moved in relative silence when it comes to some of the more odd things that occur in this fandom, but one instance in particular is giving me pause. this honestly feels like something better suited for a substack essay, but i'll hold off on that since i think everyone in this specific sub - tumblr ( ? ) should hear this first.

i feel like so much of the call of duty fandom is trapped in a constant woman - hating epidemic.

and i don't just mean 'oh, there's barely any female character x reader content, there's nothing for the girls who like girls'. that's an entirely different issue i may or may not bring up later.

i'm talking about how a good majority of the writing i read in this fandom is so geared towards men. and i don't mean that there's a surplus of male reader content, because there really isn't. i mean that there's so many fics i read that are drenched in the light of 'doe - eyed, pouty, submissive woman who is always eager to please her man, and the idea that the man may be eager to please her in return is such an incredibly radical concept'.

i click on any 'x reader' tag in this fandom, and i'm met with a tidal wave of two specific archetypes;

the doe - eyed, pouty, submissive fem reader who is always eager to please her man and gets off on him essentially treating her like property, or. . .

a reader who has no character. no structure. no personality. a reader who is meant to be vague enough to where the actual reader can neatly insert themselves into their shoes, but at the cost of any innate substance or realness. a reader who is essentially just a placeholder in words.

somehow, inexplicably, it's more often than not the first.

write and read for this fandom long enough, and you'll see what i see in droves. the attention that is lavished on writing within this fandom is relegated to the specific archetype of the tradwife who knows nothing but to cook for her husband and be a willing conduit for his post - deployment stress relief.

and what truly infuriates me the most is that it will be these kinds of writers who are so adamantly against the idea of tradwives. yes, you say you're against it, but can your words hold up when your writing is essentially tradwife propaganda in disguise?

and it just irks me so badly when these mentalities infiltrate the characters themselves. today's specific instance of this was when i was scrolling through the könig x reader tag and i came across this one headcanon list that advertised itself as "loser!könig". nothing innately malicious, of course, but then i saw the tags.

'but also, he's a sucker for the wife, which makes him a loser. say it with me now.'

i want to make it known that i mean no ill intent towards the original author of this specific headcanon list. i don't want any vitriol to be directed at them because i'm speaking my mind about this fandom as a whole. it most likely was meant to be an affectionate, "haha, he's such a malewife loser"-esque endearment. but this set of tags just. . .baffled me.

. . .because when did it become loser - like or a loser - adjacent trait to be a sucker for your wife?

this isn't even the first instance of this. i've seen it before, the way this fandom—sometimes subtly, sometimes unintentionally—pushes this narrative that has been setting us back decades. the idea that there is not only a beauty standard that women must live up to in order to be considered desirable by men, but there is also a mentality that a woman must have in addition.

there's another fic that i read, a 141 x reader one if memory serves me correctly. it featured a reader who was insecure about her appearance, which is absolutely nothing to frown upon. what startled me, though, was the fact that the author themselves referred to the reader as 'ugly'.

the reader is a single mother. she is stated in the fic to have love handles, breakouts, and a thick waist. she has messy hair and wears baggy clothes and has dark undereye circles. she required the love and special attention of four conventionally attractive men who moved in next door in order to feel beautiful.

she is said, by the author in the precluding note, to be meant as a way to 'show some love to readers who feel ugly, instead of petite girly readers'.

as if people with these traits should feel ugly. as if people with these traits cannot be girly.

i understand i may be reading too much into this. i may be making a mountain out of a molehill. but i'm angry about this and this is my blog and you've read this far, so clearly you want to see where this goes.

and this is where it's going.

i spoke about this briefly in a server i'm in and am extremely fond of—shoutout to the shitheads.

i said, quote: "are you nothing but a slave to the whims of a patriarchal society’s dictation on how someone must present in order to be considered desirable? or are you willingly feeding into this at the risk of the self image of so many beautiful people who cannot recognize their own enchanting presences because of people like you howling at them in your sweetest voice that they are anything but?"

i also said: "have you considered the reason for that might be because she’s a recluse and doesn’t go outside apart from making sure her child is getting sufficient vitamin d and is thus making assumptions about what people will think of her on the basis of one bad man’s words to her?"

maybe she doesn't feel ugly because you think the traits she has are ugly. maybe she feels ugly because she doesn't socialize. maybe, instead of just leaving that in the subtext, you should have started with that.

the writer, if i recall correctly, was a woman. by the way. which makes this worse.

it is so difficult for me to understand how the women in this fandom can be so cruel to each other, even implicitly. from the way we're written in reader - insert fics to how we react to each others' ocs and creations. . .it's just so disheartening.

more than anything, it makes me wonder how someone like me—a lesbian who exclusively writes women for women and tries to veer away from the reader and the character falling into any one archetype—is going to find any sort of platform in this fandom.

the bottom line is that there is so much casual misogyny in this fandom. frankly, i'm a little sick of it.

one might think i'm making a big deal out of this. i know. i'm being a killjoy, i'm being a hater, i won't let anyone have any fun. but we need to remember a couple of key points here:

art is always political because there is no way to create something without a modicum of bias.

the politics promoted by the art in this fandom—specifically, the writing—are pushing an agenda that has been consistently used to strip women of their rights and needs for decades.

most of these writers are women themselves.

obviously, there's nothing wrong with a submissive woman. obviously, the characters in call of duty that are most featured in reader - insert content are canonically framed in a lens that makes it seem like they would be the kind of men to only enjoy this kind of woman. obviously, not everyone in this fandom indulges this.

but it occurs enough. and it sets us back.

and i'm sick of it.

thank you for reading this far, and for hearing out what i have to say. i promise i don't do this often—but i also promise that i absolutely should. i love you.

kiki x

[ghouljams]

im very happy reading all these Muslim Gaz headcanon and wanted to add more if that's ok, it could be addition to this

So... There's this thing about first gaze being halal so when Gaz saw you for the first time and immediately thought that you're attractive- he knew he couldn't admire you again and had to avert his gaze..

but again, first gaze is halal so he would keep staring and wouldn't even blink because he's gonna savor this privilege 👁️👁️

Also taking a pic maybe? With the excuse to send it to his mum.. 👀 before approaching you

this is a running joke in my community ssksksk.. i also uh- do this

Of course he takes a pic, he can logic his way around taking a sneaky little picture of you. If his first gaze is halal then the first gaze (and photo he snaps) with his phone could also be halal. And then of course the picture is in a perpetual state of being his first gaze, so it's totally fine for him to look at it all the time and set it as his home screen and maybe jerk off to it.

He is staring real hard though. I mean he has his eyes on you for an uncomfortably long time. So long that he has to be told to look away because surely this is no longer halal even if it's his first gaze.

Soap asks who the pretty bird on his lock screen is and Gaz shoves at his face to get him to look away, can't have Johnny's lecherous gaze touching you (even if Gaz's isn't much better). "That's my wife." Gaz insists, "Just gotta get the Mahr together."

"What about a name?" Ghost grunts (he knows exactly what Gaz is doing, dirty boy)

"Doesn't matter, she'll have mine soon enough." Gaz counters.

"Show me the bird again," Johnny insists and Gaz comes this close to punching him .

[kisakis-boyfriend]

could i get one wholr alphabet for boothill perhaps ? congrats as well !

Author's Note: Thank you!! One Boothill for ya, partner!

For our 3000 follower celebration! (CLOSED NOW)

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

Very thoughtful after sex, even if you pounded him so hard that he feels like his circuits are fried. Boothill likes to play with your hair while you're calming down, and he'll hum a little tune sometimes too.

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

It's hard to say, but I think Boothill would be proud of his entire body?

Of yours, I feel like he would find your back and tummy attractive.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Boothill can no longer produce his own semen, but he can use artificial cum substitutes! I'm sure if he played around with his body enough, he could probably figure out how to gain complete control over exactly when and how much he can ejaculate too 🤤

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

Boothill secretly wishes that he could cockwarm you more often. It doesn't matter what you do while you're inside of his tight hole, he just wants to feel connected to you for a couple hours, even if you do it while you nap and he recharges.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

While he's never had any practical experience, he knows what to expect for the most part. Doesn't stop him from getting a bit shy though.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual)

You're probably expecting me to say cowgirl… but actually Boothill prefers missionary. It seems basic, but he just likes the intimate feel and face-to-face position.

He won't say no to cowgirl if you promise to hold hands though. :P

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

The cyborg isn't afraid to joke around, but I think he'd make you laugh without even trying due to his unique swearing… it's hard not to chuckle when your balls are slapping against his ass, he's moaning like a whore, and then all you hear is "Fork me harder!" 😐 god forbid he blurt out "holy forkironi!" during sex…

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

Unfortunately, he's hairless 😔 It's all smooth metal down there.

I believe that human Boothill would have a thick bush though… just saying.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

I think he would be very sweet and romantic, and he would appreciate a partner that's much the same.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Not a chronic masturbator, but Boothill definitely experiments with himself since cyborg parts are so varied and have the potential to be quite fun. I do think he would enjoy touching himself for you too, stroking or fingering himself… or both at once.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Wire play, spitting, heavy d/s dynamics (if that's considered a kink?), and probably hair pulling.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers private spaces, but if you end up fucking in a public restroom somewhere, he's not going to be disappointed. Again, he's on the run. Sometimes you just don't have the luxury of a bedroom or a door that locks. Country boys make do~

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

Grabbing his hips even innocently does the trick without fail. Kissing can also get Boothill turned on rather easily.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Using a knife (or anything sharp) inside his body, near his wiring or sensitive circuits.

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

No preference, honestly. Oral is fun for him either way. Having his cheeks stuffed so full of your cock that his eyes cross, and crying your praises while you slurp his pussy or suck his soul out through his dick are equally as amazing. And Boothill is very skilled at giving head, just fyi~

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I'd say Boothill prefers a faster pace, but not always rough necessarily. There are times when watching your cock slowly pull out of his hole, then suddenly slam back inside, turns him on immensely 🥴

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

An occasional quickie is good. Especially since he's always on the run, but you better make time for romantic sexy times too 😡

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Sometimes, yes. Trying new things with you often turns out very rewarding. As long as you're not doing anything that could truly endanger either one of you, then Boothill is game.

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

That entirely depends on when you have sex and how long it's been since Boothill has recharged. If he's at full energy, then he can probably last a while and go for multiple rounds. Otherwise you may have to stop after one round.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh, yes. Boothill has a pretty large collection of toys, both common ones and specialty toys that he made himself for his unique body.

Technically, the interchangeable parts that he can install down there count as toys too; so, different dick attachments, pussy attachments, vibrating parts, even some things modeled after inhuman genitalia. Of course, he also owns normal dildos, vibes, fleshlights, etc etc. And yes, he definitely puts every last one to work/lets you use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Boothill is a bit of a flirtatious tease. He can figure out a few ways to get you going in a situation where you really shouldn't get turned on…

I can also picture him (in a slightly dominant display) riding you nice and slow, showing you how tightly his body grips your cock, and keeping that pace fast enough to make you feel good, but not enough to let you cum.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's definitely on the noisy side, making lots of grunts and calling you pet names throughout. A vocal bottom who has zero restraint in the bedroom/in private.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Boothill loves when you play with the wires inside of his chest cavity. Everything is so damn sensitive in there, and your soft human fingers feel heavenly when they caress the inside of his metal body and stroke the bundles of wires that keep him running.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Honestly, Boothill's genitals can be just about anything, thanks to his attachments. He can have a cock or a cunt, he can be tiny or monstrously huge, he can have a dragon dick if either of you want… the sky is the limit ☺️

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

A bit high, but can you really blame him? You work Boothill's body so good that he finds his mind drifting to scenes of you making love to him more frequently than ever before.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless he's on low energy when you're finished, he won't "fall asleep" (go into rest mode).

[pilotingdreammsss]

Happy birthday! (Sorry if I'm late.)

I have a writing request if that's okay. You don't have to if you don't want to.

I want Platonic Yandere Dark Cacao Cookie vs Platonic Yandere Pure Vanilla vs Platonic Yandere White Lily with a shy and timid reader.

I just want those three as rivals if that's okay.

Again, you don't have to if you don't want to. I'm just bored.

-❄💗🖋

Hi anon! I don't think I'll do your request justice...! But I'll try anyway... these WILL be headcanons since I don't think writing for so many characters is in my capabilities.

A/N: Don't massacre me. I can't really write PV, which SUCKS cause he's immensely popular at the moment. LOL.

Warnings: Obsessive/possessive behaviour, unhealthy power dynamic, implied violence, yandere behaviour. Continue at your own discretion.

Pure Vanilla Cookie, I feel, would be the lesser involved than the other two in terms of the rivalry. He's less concerned for his rivals and more concerned about you getting caught up in the crossfire. Usherings to the healer's tent, unprecedented check-ups at your home, and borderline stalking ensues.

He's convinced himself it's for your health, but he knows deep inside that he's also keeping tabs on the two others. He knows it's wrong to police your life.

He wouldn't dream of resorting to violence, not unless you're involved at mass. Even then, he remains someone who would rather resolve conflicts through talk. He doesn't like hurting people, but he will if they're hurting you.

His interests at most clash with Dark Cacao Cookie - whilst PV would much rather have you freely roam through life (with his supervision, of course). Dark Cacao Cookie wants you static in the Citadel. The two never resort to violence, at least not in your presence, remaining vaguely civil so as not to scare you away.

Pure Vanilla Cookie is much more tame - but his strange helicopter-like supervision is not entirely unlike him. You chalk it up to protectiveness. He knows you're so soft after all. You haven't the heart to tell him to leave you alone after so long.

"Something felt wrong, so I arrived to check on you, friend."

"Stay weary around Dark Cacao Cookie... I fear he may be a bad influence."

"Your wounds... let me heal them for you."

Dark Cacao Cookie is a different story - the weak have no place in such a dangerous world. When you'd become acquaintances, what first stood out to him was how timid you were. Mild - it was admirable, but her feared that he couldn't protect you as a friend. Left-over anguish from the estrangement of his son had seeped into the cracks of all his relationships.

Dark Cacao Cookie keeps a watchful eye on all your other relationships.

You notice his hold on his sword grow tight as you meddle with Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie. Warnings to stay away from them are frequent, though you shyly wave them away. It angers him a little, as he's convinced that he should be your sole protector.

Because the world will scar you - or so he's convinced. His traits appear as protectiveness, and, in dire situations, they're almost forceful. You admit to him that he scares you a little, and he appears wounded. The behavior is embedded into him so deeply that he doesn't know how to stop... He needs to place himself between you and 'dangerous influences'.

He wants you to stay in the Dark Cacao Kingdom - not entirely in the Citadel - but close enough. He wants to protect you, given danger arises. The Watchers are instructed to keep some eyes on you. You sometimes catch Caramel Arrow Cookie changing her usual routes to pass your home and make sure you're safe. Dark Cacao Cookie doesn't see her as a rival, so you make leisurely small talk sometimes.

Though, when the ancient's unsavory traits arise as topics in conversation, she grows protective. She'd been fed the same rhetoric by the king that you needed to be protected, and that what he did for you and the kingdom was for good.

"White Lily Cookie could be dangerous. You know of her past."

"Feral cream wolves have been spotted at the borders of the markets. I insist to come with you."

"This is to protect you."

White Lily Cookie has different motivations than the other two. Though the other two believe they assert themselves as protectors in your life, she sees you as a source of penitence for her sins. Her immense clinging grows overwhelming at times. She's with you whenever she can be. Though you admittedly enjoy her company, you wish she'd leave you alone some days.

Any signs of abandonment would have her spiral and cling harder than before. Interactions with Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao Cookie have her on edge.

She's less inclined to violence than Dark Cacao, though more inclined than Pure Vanilla. Despite this, she doesn't want to, in fear that you'll see her as Dark Enchantress Cookie. Her behavior manifests in subtle possessiveness. Grabbing your wrists and hands when you linger with other friends for too long, pulling you away from groups, worried glances when she has to leave...

She, too, is timid. However, she takes the more outspoken role, particularly if you're in peril. She'll speak for you somedays. You're confused about whether to be grateful or if you don't appreciate the gesture.

Conclusively, her guilt drives her actions. Her guilt over the past, the guilt when she harms you, even if by accident. Holding you close lessens the guilt, and when she succeeds as a friend, she feels temporary freedom from it. You have to walk on eggshells around her if you don't wish for her to spiral.

"I'm a good friend, right?..."

"They're pulling you away. Please don't go!..."

"I feel lighter around you."

A/N: Biggg post. I hope I didn't do the request too dirty lol XP. I also have exams, which is why it took so long.

[bunnyvirgo-thechocobunny]

@the-silent-fool requested: could you make a The Smiling dead x (ftm) Reader who is coming out and transitioning to them? Take your time and drink some water

A/N: I was a little confused on what you meant by that in a fanfic way or a headcanon way so I thought I could delete the draft and start over….I didn’t know it would DELETE THE FUCKING ASK IM SO SORRY. 😭😭😭 (if this is the close I could get on what you mean then I’m happy)

༻The Smiling dead fam (separate) x (FTM) Reader༺

(Can be seen as platonic or romantic)

~👑Mel👑~

“So…you’re telling me that you don’t feel like a girl and you were born in the wrong body, so that would make you transgender?”

“I mean yeah…”

“Oh okay so, I already knew that.”

She already knew it when you first met but she wanted to keep it a surprise from yourself since it would be spoilers about yourself is she would like to call it.

Mel’s really happy that you trust her enough to come out, so for a reward for your upmost outstanding courage…she would give you a pat on the back and a big o’ hug

She is more than excited to help you with your transition if you want her to! Help you cut your hair shorter and help you save enough money for your top surgery!

If anyone misgenders you on purpose she would beat the living shit out of them in a heartbeat, just give her the word and she’ll do it!

~🍞Breadhead🍞~

“So uh…yeah I’m trans..!”

“Okay! :D”

“You don’t know what that means do you?”

“Nope!”

Bless Breadhead’s heart. He is very confused but he has the spirit though, he has the spirit and a lot of it too for sure!

Doesn’t understand what transgender is but it seems really personal to you so that means you trust him with something really personal makes him really happy!

He would ask some of his fellow co-workers, Mel or Ken about transgender stuff so he could understand better and respect what you go as

Breadhead is basically the “his pronouns are they/them” meme whenever someone misgenders you and you almost laugh anytime when he tries to correct whoever his misgenders you but fails hilariously

~🚬Mud🚬~

“So I’m a trans man now and…I hope you understand how I feel about this part of my identity.”

“…anything else you want to tell me about?”

“W-wait you’re not gonna…you know…?”

“…just take this bag of scarabs to pay for that top surgery.”

He doesn’t really mind you being trans at all so he gives you scarabs for you to get top surgery and that is the only thing that he’ll do for you.

It looks like he doesn’t care but he’s really glad that you’re this open with him about your gender identity

He would give you some clothing advice here and there like what outfit is too feminine for you and such, but would tell you that the colors don’t really matter so you’re free to choose any color of clothing you like!

Naturally says “hey dumbass that’s a man you’re talking to.” In the most passive aggressive tone and gets up to whoever his misgendering you’s face

~🔪Ken The Butcher🔪~

“So you feel like you were born in the wrong body?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on. I know a guy who can get you the surgery.”

Understands how you feel about yourself and pretty willing to give you much support as you need

Proud of you that you trust him enough to come out and just like unlike Mel with a hug too he’ll give you a pat on the back for your courage but not a hug unfortunately.

But like Mel he’s willing help you with getting the your top surgery need to complete your transition to being a guy if you want him to that is.

Had a sign that said “no insults to staff or allies of Ken The butcher( only Ken the butcher is allowed to insult his staff and allies)” but you said it was a little bit embarrassing for you so he got rid of it, what? Ken’s just trying to look out for any assholes who misgenders you.

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I’m open to any more X reader of the gaslight district cast!!!!!

[boofeine]

Hi!!! Please do woozi personality analysis please please please 🥺 thank you and have a nice day!! 😉

heyy sweetheart, thank u for the constant support on the blog! have a nice day you too <3

Jh's personality – headcanons

WARNINGS: mdni under the cut, descriptive and mention of sexual subjects

jihoon is very protective with himself, he doesn't open up easily, and it's very suspicious of everything/everyone, he really has his guard up.

nothing new, but he's very creative, from ideas to producing and writing to original ways of solving a problem it might appear.

even though he's hard to get through, jihoon is also very innocent, he doesn't judge anyone and is very open-minded.

jihoon has a lot of wantings but has a lot of hidden fears as well, that pins him and often makes him feel stagnated or in a bad mood.

his love isn't quite shown around the love languages, jihoon shows it with songs, and small acts, if he just plays along with what you want that's already a move/act of love to him because he doesn't do it for anyone.

he likes to binge watch animes and often some dramas with noodles and his cats around him. his hidden jam tho, it's watching funny videos, he truly laughs out loud by himself.

very nurturing and feminine energy.

Spicy Thoughts

jihoon sticks to what he likes, he knows what gets him there and moves exactly as he knows (almost annalitical... i swear there's not a single spontaneous bone in this man's body)

a switch, even though he likes to whiny and squirm under you more than anything else.

likes sex in different places, and he's always aiming to find something new for the foreplay.

jihoon gets pretty vulnerable as well, he cant control himself and that's a bit scary to him, so that makes me believe he's not the sex just for sex type, or one night stand with strangers.

jihoon is very straight to the point, he doesn't really play around the bush, he's already taking his clothes off and working on it.

he's a bit of a voyeur, jihoon likes to masturbate watching you. might be into lap dances/dirty dancing, filming, and phone sex as well.

[sugardollcurse]

You already know who it is💥 too nervous to ask off anon but would u feel up to doing an Nsfw alphabet with John or Paul? 🪲🪲

𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕

꒰ pairings ꒱ paul mccartney x reader, john lennon x reader

꒰ contains ꒱ nsfw!! minors dni!, female anatomy

꒰ note ꒱ i rub my hands together.. i'm doing BOTH

꒰ JOHN ꒱

A = Aftercare: what they’re like after sex ⋆ Surprisingly gentle, but only once the sweat’s dried and the flush fades from your skin. What he does is sprawl beside you, shirt half-buttoned, legs still tangled in the sheets, and smoke with one hand while the other traces lazy circles into your thigh. “Still breathin’, are ya?” he’ll say, but that grin’s softer than his tone dares. And if he catches your eyes looking too long, he’ll lean in and press his lips against your temple without a word.

B = Body part: their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s ⋆ His own? His mouth. He knows what it does. On stage, off stage, between your thighs, on your neck... weaponized. He’ll smirk when you flinch at a single word. Yours? Your neck, your thighs, your hands in his hair. But more than anything he’s got a weird obsession with your back when you’re arched... says it’s "fuckin’ art, that."

C = Cum: anything to do with cum, basically

⋆ Messy bastard. Doesn’t care where it goes... on your chest, your ass, your tongue, your belly, all the sheets. Leaves the mess for you both to lie in. He’ll say “don’t waste it” if you gag on it but gives a smug groan if you swallow. Bit lazy with cleanup unless you hand him a tissue, and even then he’s more likely to toss it aside and pull you close.

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

⋆ He’s thought about fucking in the studio during a session... faders up, headphones on, pretending to mix while his cock’s buried deep in you under the console. Gets off on the danger of people walking in. Also might’ve come in his trousers once just watching you dance at a club... never told you, but his eyes were glued to your hips the whole night.

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

⋆ Very experienced. Groupies, flings, some weird shit during Hamburg days when he was off his face. Knows how to get someone off but doesn’t always put in the work unless you’re special... otherwise it’s mostly him chasing his own nut. But when he gives a shit? That tongue gets biblical.

F = Favorite position: this goes without saying

⋆ Lazy as hell... missionary with your legs up so he doesn’t have to move much. But he’s obsessed with doggy too, gets a thrill out of the sound of skin slapping. If you ride him, he’ll moan like a pornstar but still barely move, hands behind his head, just watching like it’s a private film.

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

⋆ Only if he’s baked. Then he’ll mutter things like “it’s like docking me submarine innit” while snorting into your tits. Otherwise he’s a bit intense. Serious eyes, soft groans, always biting his lip like he’s thinking too much.

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

⋆ That mop on his head’s wild and greasy half the time. His bush? Untamed jungle, thick and dark. It’s au naturel, a Beatle’s thicket. Chest hair’s sparse though... It's almost like there's nothing there.

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

⋆ He can be weirdly tender in the moment. Like a rough boy pretending not to care, but whispering your name like it’s the only word he remembers. Not a candlelight and roses guy, but he’ll kiss your eyelids and cup your face while he fucks you slow.

J = Jack off: masturbation headcanon

⋆ Constantly. Like a teen. He’ll sneak one out in the bath or backstage while nobody’s looking. Has wanked over your knickers left in his room. Will absolutely do it in front of you if you ask.

K = Kink: one or more of their kinks

⋆ Powerplay. Spanking, throat-holding, bending you over things... he’s not shy. Also got a voyeuristic streak, wants to see his cum drip out of you. Dirty talk’s a given, especially if you blush when he says “you’re fuckin’ filthy, aren’t you?”

L = Location: favorite places to do the do

⋆ Any hotel room, preferably with mirrors. Dressing rooms, stairwells, backstage... he’s had a shag up against a speaker cab before, still remembers how it made the whole bloody amp vibrate. Wild about sex in taxis, hand under your skirt in the back while he stares down the driver’s eyes in the mirror.

M = Motivation: what turns them on, gets them going

⋆ Your voice, your laugh, your smell when you’ve been dancing... he’ll bury his nose in your hair like a dog. But the clincher? He loves being seduced as much as seducing.

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

⋆ He hates being bossed around. If you get too dominant, too clinical, he loses interest. Doesn’t want to be a puppet. Also not into piss or anything he deems “weird for weird’s sake.”

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

⋆ He’s lazy but not with his tongue. If he’s in the mood, he’ll spend ages eating you out like he’s licking lyrics into your clit, slow and melodic, murmuring “taste like fuckin’ strawberries” while his nose presses against your folds. Prefers receiving but gets off harder making you moan.

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

⋆ Lazy strokes, deep grinds, until you’re writhing. He’ll start slow, drag it out, make you beg. When he’s close he speeds up. But his default is slow and sinful.

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

⋆ All the time. Especially before shows, backstage, in the loo while the others are knocking on the door. Won’t say no if you’re slick and needy.

R = Risk: are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

⋆ Ballsy bastard. Gets off on the danger. Studio, alley, dressing room with a paper-thin curtain... if it’s risky, he’s hard. Not big on serious BDSM gear though, says it’s “too theatre.”

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

⋆ One and done if he’s tired or high, but when he’s sharp? Two, maybe three if you rile him up good. Doesn’t last forever... five, ten minutes tops unless he’s edging himself.

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

⋆ Not big into them, but if you have them he’ll mess around. Maybe ties your hands with a scarf if he’s feeling poetic.

U = Unfair: how much they like to tease

⋆ Absolute tease when he wants to be. Will finger you under the table and leave you dripping, then light a cig and pretend nothing happened. Whispers filth in your ear and walks away. Will almost let you cum then stop, just to hear you whimper his name.

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

⋆ Low groans, muttered filth, the occasional breathless “fuckin’ hell” when he’s close. Not a screamer, but when he bites your neck he moans right in your ear, all shaky and deep, and you can feel it in your cunt like bass.

W = Wild card: a random headcanon for the character

⋆ Has a dirty little diary where he writes lyrics that double as sex fantasies. He might read them to you... one had a line like “her thighs sang hallelujah” and he laughed for like ten minutes.

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

⋆ Six, maybe seven inches, thick at the base. Doesn’t look like much soft, but the girth makes you feel it with every slow grind.

Y = Yearning: how high is their sex drive?

⋆ Comes in waves. Sometimes he’s insatiable. Other times he’s aloof. But when the itch hits, he’s crawling into your lap like a starving man.

Z = Zzz: how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

⋆ Out cold. Sometimes he doesn’t even pull out. Just breathes deep against your shoulder, mumbles something dumb like “don’t die, yeah?” and knocks the fuck out.

꒰ PAUL꒱

A = Aftercare: what they’re like after sex ⋆ Oh, he's doting. Immediately rolls over, pulls you in like he’s tucking away treasure. Kisses your temple, strokes your ribs, murmurs “Was that nice, love?” while pressing little pecks to your cheeks, your shoulders, your chest. Insists on wiping you down, tidying up, humming softly like you’re a lullaby he’s still writing. Even offers water.

B = Body part: their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s ⋆ His? His hands. Always moving, always expressive, always knowing where to press, pinch, stroke. He’ll tease you just by resting them on your thighs during dinner. On you? Your hips... he obsesses. Squeezes them when he’s deep inside, guides you with them like you’re an instrument. That and your eyes. Swears he can tell when you're gonna cum just by the way they go glassy.

C = Cum: anything to do with cum, basically

⋆ Polite even in this. Likes to finish inside. Deep and slow, fingers curled into your thighs. Groans when he spills, then breathes heavy against your neck like he’s trying not to fall apart. Pulls out slow and watches it drip with fascination. Cleans you up with a cloth and a kiss, proud little smirk on his face like he did something holy.

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

⋆ He’s got a collection of your panties... says it’s “for inspiration.” Wanks to the idea of being called “sir” while you ride him in just heels. Also had a phase where he’d imagine you bent over his piano mid-song.

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

⋆ Oh, he’s no choirboy. Been around since the Cavern days, plenty of girls, plenty of groupies, plenty of prostitutes.

F = Favorite position: this goes without saying

⋆ Loves missionary but with your legs pressed up to your chest, so he can get in deep and kiss you while he’s moving. But when he’s needy? Cowgirl. He likes the view!

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

⋆ Sometimes he’ll crack a joke mid-thrust just to make you giggle. Or sing a lyric but swap a word with something filthy. “All you need is... cock” gets a groan and a slap. He laughs easy, flirts harder, and if you moan funny he’ll try to mimic it just to see you embarassed.

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

⋆ Soft chest hair, a little trail down to his cock, well-groomed but not manicured. Pubes are dark, trimmed enough that you know he gives a damn. Smells like soap and sweat and a little hint of something floral, maybe from your shampoo. He likes to smell like you after.

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

⋆ Bleeds romance. Eye contact like it’s the last time he’ll ever see you. Kisses between thrusts, fingers laced, lips brushing your ear while he says things like “you’re everything, y’know?”. He acts like he’s making love every time, even when he’s balls-deep and sweating.

J = Jack off: masturbation headcanon

⋆ Not ashamed. Does it often, does it neat. Handkerchief ready, wrist slicked, brows furrowed. Imagines your voice, your moans, the way you taste. If you catch him? He’ll grin and say “was thinkin’ of you, sweetheart” without blinking.

K = Kink: one or more of their kinks

⋆ Praise kink. Tell him he’s good, tell him he makes you feel amazing, and he’ll fuck you harder. Loves lingerie... especially garters and thigh-highs. A bit of a voyeur too; if you’re touching yourself, he won’t stop you. Just leans back and watches, eyes wide and devout.

L = Location: favorite places to do the do

⋆ Hotel beds are the classic, but he’s filthy in the right mood. Back of the tour bus while the others nap, dark corners of a dressing room, behind the amp stack. Once fingered you under a table during a press interview, eyes innocent while your legs shook.

M = Motivation: what turns them on, gets them going

⋆ You calling him “baby.” You wearing his shirts. You leaning into him during a slow song. Hell, even just the way you sip your drink. He’s easy to rile!

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

⋆ Won’t slap you, won’t degrade you, not for real. He likes rough, sure, but not cruel. Gets turned off if the vibe’s too transactional... he needs heat, connection, eye contact.

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

⋆ Fucking loves it. Spends forever between your legs. Moans into your cunt, grips your thighs, lets his nose press into your clit as he flicks slow and deep. Receiving? He moans and looks at you like a sinner seeing heaven.

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

⋆ Usually smooth and steady. When he’s wound tight? He pounds. Not brutal, but desperate. Whimpers, groans, hips snapping like he’s chasing something.

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

⋆ Yes please. Steals them in green rooms, bathrooms, anywhere with a lock. Will push you against a wall and fuck you quick, hand over your mouth, lips on your neck. Never rushes foreplay, though! He’ll still kiss you first, always. He thinks quick doesn’t mean cold.

R = Risk: are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

⋆ Down for almost anything once. Curious, experimental, maybe a bit shy about it at first but if you talk him into it? He’s all in. Likes silk ties as restraints. Might even try roleplay if you make the idea. Doesn’t want to hurt you but he’s into the idea of you begging.

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

⋆ Goes once, recovers quick. Can go again in ten minutes if you’re into it. Keeps at it until you’re wrecked, even if his cock’s soft. Fingers, tongue, hips, whatever it takes. He wants to leave you shaking. Long sessions with breaks for kisses and tea? Yes.

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

⋆ Loves when you use them. Not his first choice but open-minded. Might let you tie him up if you do it pretty.

U = Unfair: how much they like to tease

⋆ He’ll tease, but sweetly. Slow fingers, ghost touches, featherlight tongue swipes that make you beg. Whispers “you’re close, yeah?”

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

⋆ Soft groans, panting, and little whines when he’s getting close. Not loud unless he’s feeling especially lost in it. But if you’re loud? He eats it up.

W = Wild card: a random headcanon for the character

⋆ Has written a whole song just from the sound of you cumming. Didn’t tell you, just dropped it into a setlist one night and winked at you from the stage.

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

⋆ Five inches exactly. Pretty, smooth, a slight upward curve, flushed tip, almost too sensitive. Not a monster, but he knows how to use it!

Y = Yearning: how high is their sex drive?

⋆ High drive. Insatiable when he’s in love. Thinks about you bent over every piece of furniture he sees. If he hasn’t had you in a few days? He’s vibrating. “Need you, now, please.”

Z = Zzz: how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

⋆ Stays awake after, kisses your back, murmurs little songs against your spine. Doesn’t sleep until you do. When he finally knocks out, it’s with a sigh and his arm heavy across your waist.

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my mom wanted to know how much Netflix costs now that my favourite hobby and greatest skill has been made extra illegal, and out of curiosity I also wanted to know if they have Miraculous on Greek Netflix so I googled it

It seems they only have season 4 and a few of the specials.

But I just really wanted everyone to know that this is the banner they chose for the series:

I don't even ship this but it's just so funny and the fact that Thomas Astruc would hate it makes me love it even more! 😂😂

like yeah let's put this screenshot where his most hated character and his fave who can do no wrong, look like they're having an intense romantic moment! I'm sure that won't misrepresent the show at all!

tragically somehow Adrien is still being excluded even here 😂

my headcanon for wtf happened when the people at Netflix made this layout:

person 1: hmmm who should we choose to advertise the series?

person 2: we should definitely put the main character obviously.

person 1: who else is important?

person 2: oh! I know, we could put that beautiful rich blonde who the writers keep sidelining and ruining their arc for no reason, even though they have some of the most interesting character moments that could singlehandedly elevate the series from ok-ish to great if they were actually allowed to change and develop.

person 1: oh I know exactly who you're talking about!

[ammoknightsofficial]

Translating the Dev's Headcanon Spread for Kyle's Family

Alright, so, I've gotten my hands on the Monster Hunter Stories 2 Art Book! That means it's time to translate This Image, piece by piece! The text on this is quite small, and the halftones can interfere with legibility at times, but I managed, for the most part. I'll be including notes for each section, particularly anything that may seem like an odd or interesting choice, for Maximum Transparency!

Everything's Under the Cut!! Have fun!

母：優しく穏やかな女性 // The Mother of The Family. A Loving, Gentle, and Quiet Woman.

I've chosen to write this in full sentences, rather than the original format, since that feels easier to communicate. You may notice that "Gentle" is both Green and Blue, and that's because 優しく and 穏やかな both communicate a kind of Gentleness, with 優しく being more like "Tender" and 穏やかな being more like "Calm".

カイルがまだ幼い頃に病にかかりこの世を去ってしまう // She Fell Ill when Kyle was Very Young. She never Recovered, and Passed Away when he was still just a Child.

Before I Get Into Translation Notes - I Have Some Thoughts.

I'm going to be fully transparent - this part is one of the main reasons I got the book. I had my suspicions that she was terminally ill and died when he was young, but I didn't want to make any absolute statements until I could properly translate this passage. I had basically no doubts about it, though - this particular scene here is absolutely striking, and communicates what's going on extremely well even if you can't read it. Kyle's too young to understand what's going on. He thinks a flower will make her feel better. Meanwhile, you have the second youngest brother that's just barely old enough to know, and in that horrible point where he understands what's happening, but doesn't know what to do or how to handle it. Then there's the middle child, with enough emotional intelligence to know that comforting the second youngest and not dissuading Kyle's - the youngest of them all - attempts to help is the absolute best course of action here, to keep everyone strong while their mother (tries, and fails to) fight(s) her Terminal Illness. It's really amazing character work, all in one simple image.

This explains a lot about Kyle's actions during the course of the story. It's kind of difficult for a lot of people to understand why he reacts the way he does to his father getting injured, but with the context that he watched his mom die of a Terminal Illness when he was practically just a baby, and was powerless to do anything about it... It really makes sense, doesn't it? On a personal level, I mean. It also puts this post-game line into some new perspective...

"I'm not putting on a brave face" is such particular wording, and such a particular reassurance to give. He's had to before, and the way he's saying this almost implies - to me, at least - that maybe the player character is intended to, perhaps, know about that bit of history. That's all Speculation, though - I just find it an incredibly interesting string of implications.

As for Translation Notes...

The main thing that may seem out of place is the fact that "She never Recovered" is in both Red and Green. That's actually nothing special, it's just the fact that her illness and her death are being linked together in this passage. She died because of her illness - not because she got, I don't know, eaten by a dragon or something later, in some odd unrelated event. She was Terminally Ill, emphasis on Terminal.

カイル家族イメージ　―　作中には出てこない設定イマージです // Headcanons about Kyle's Family - These are Characters + Character-Establishing Headcanons that Do Not Appear in the Story.

Apologies for putting the Document Title all the way down here. I wanted to talk about Kyle's mom first, lol. I've already explained my reasoning for translating イメージ as Headcanon. I don't think anything else is all that noteworthy.

A Chart Depicting the Developers' Ideas for What the (Living Members of the) Family Looks Like. In Birth Order, we have...

長男：真面目・優等生　―　23年

First-Born: Serious + An Honor Student - 23 Y.O.

次男：自信家・明るい　―　21年

Second-Born: Self-Confident + Cheerful - 21 Y.O.

三男：優しい・賢い　―　18年

Third-Born: Kind + Wise - 18 Y.O.

四男：勝気・負けず嫌い　―　16年

Fourth-Born: Determined + Hates Losing - 16 Y.O.

Me, personally, I think the birth order sounds right, but I'm not a huge fan of how young everyone is. The Fourth-Born looks 19-21 to me, the Third-Born looks in their mid-20s, so on and so forth. But that's partially just the fact that I, myself, am currently in my 20s, and generally really prefer writing + drawing adults. Straight up, I clocked Kyle as being at least 18 when I was doing my playthrough of the game, but this image seems to imply he's about 15. Extremely weird thought to me. I will personally continue writing him as an adult, and his siblings as generally way older than the Devs are estimating. That has no bearing on this piece of Dubious-Canon, however, just something I wanted to mention as a bit of an oddity to me.

Also, the second Kanji in the Birth Orders actually specifies that they're all sons (男), but I'm using the Gender Neutral forms of the Birth Order terms just because I find that more comfortable and less clunky, personally. No other reason.

And, no, I don't really know what that bit of handwriting next to the Third-Born's head is. I also currently cannot fully decipher what this passage (originally below the Headcanon Spread) means, though that's likely just a Skill Issue.

If I figure it out, I'll likely Reblog this Post with an Update, but for now, I think I've covered what I can.

Thanks for Reading!! Hopefully you found this interesting, and maybe you found it useful!! The print on this spread was really, really small, and at times quite frustrating to decipher - hell, I just straight up gave up on the above passage - so any comments or compliments in the notes will be appreciated!!

[crumblekitten]

LUKE CASTELLAN NSFW ALPHABET.

(book Luke not show Luke.)

warnings: somewhat dark content, proceed with caution.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN INTERNET CONSUMPTION .

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) He’s so touchy, always touching you and cuddling mumbling praise and soft kisses.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Hands. He loves his hands I have absolutely zero reason to why I think this but I do, he is also in my mind a HUGE tits guy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) If there’s not a safe way for him to finish inside you (wrap it before you tap it) he will probably finish on your chest or thighs. I also head-cannon that when he left camp he just started drinking so…. It’s bitter, does not taste very good. D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) While at camp he stole your underwear and jacked off into it, after he conveniently placed them In Your laundry thinking you didn’t notice (you did)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) This man was 19 when he left camp, HE KNOWS NOTHING. Well that’s in terms of actual experience, he would probably have some kind of knowledge of what he was doing and would learn quickly from experience with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Mating press, missionary, cowgirl. Pretty basic in terms of positions. G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) If the very rare occasion where your having romantic sex he’s going to be a little less serious, but normally he’s serious considering most of his kinks are on The harder side of the spectrum.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Pretty well groomed, but his happy trail is definitely lighter than the rest of his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He can be romantic, most of your encounters just aren’t, it’s mostly the aftercare that’s more romantic though.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Not that often I would say since he has the power to keep you near him at all times while he’s with Kronos, but at camp it was rare occasion but he would do it sometimes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Huge breeding kink. Also spit? He would spit in your mouth and would let you do the same to him. And HEAR ME OUT, blood kink just the image of him covered in blood, then getting it all over your chest and face is just UGHHHHHH a few other rapid fire, knife kink, sir kink, choking, menstruation kink, smoking, marking, body worship, BDSM in general (with exceptions of course) is just his thing, also if you get your nails done he loves that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) At camp the woods was most convenient for you but you’ve probably also fucked in the Hera cabin a few times before you left camp just as a little ‘fuck you’. But on the princess andromeda it’s definitely the stateroom or his office.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) If he sees blood on you, mainly blood on your chest he’s going crazy. Also if you call him ‘sir’ (not daddy he will immediately shut it down if you call him that thanks to Hermes A+ parenting) also skirts.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Oh my gods, when it comes to eating you out he is FERAL you have to pry him away even then there’s no promises that he won’t just pin your hands and overstimulate you, when you give HIM head he is just… there two ways it can go, at the start of the relationship he was so whiny and could not keep quiet for the life of him but now that he’s left camp…he’s rough gonna full ass use your throat (with permission).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) His fatal flaw is wrath, he would just destroy your insides while just telling you how good your being for him, and he’s just praising you and not even fully registering how fast and rough he’s being.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) For a while at camp your entire life was quickies but now he would rather take his time, you still do them of course but would rather take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He’s willing to experiment but there are some things he will just say no to outright, one of those being anything with other people, your his and his alone.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Decent stamina I would say about 3 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) I would say he doesn’t own any himself but if you do he’s teasing you with them, ether with punishment or reward.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He can dish it out but can’t take it for the life of him in the rare moments he’s being the sub.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) While topping he’s on the quiet side, mostly with dirty talk and soft grunts, but when he’s subbing he’s so unbelievably whiny like just pure pathetic energy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) The first time he got his ass kicked by Percy in the sea of monsters after they got the fleece you had the roughest sex of you life, he was just so angry and you where willing so…call it stress relief.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) A little over five and a half inches, but he’s got girth and he knows how to use what he’s got.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) He’s in his twenties are you kidding me? He’s horny as shit.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He would fall asleep after a while, would stay up after you for a little just watching you or doing work.

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