#when I come up with headcanons like this I tend to try and keep it in line with the character as much as I can

[fenicearts420]

Idk why, but for some reason, my brain is developing a headcanon where if Mr. Puzzles has a favorite song, it would be one that got scrapped from a certain movie or is from a deleted scene like the song, “No One Would Listen” from a deleted scene from the 2004 Phantom of the Opera movie. I feel like he could relate to that one a lot or to something similar, but hey, what do I know? It’s just a guess at this point! It’s just a theory!

[stottlemorgan]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Arthur Morgan NSFW Headcanons (Mid Honour) ⟡ ݁₊ .

I wrote these to help with my writing, trying to figure out what Arthur's like, and I really liked these so I thought I'd share 'em! Go wild! Female!Reader btw ⁠♡ This has 18+ smut in it, mdni x Low Honour Version x

⟡ He's actually a bit of a challenge to turn on. He may be a bit touch-starved but he's controlled. He loves a bit of PDA and showing you off, but he isn't one to get hard instantly. He can deal with sultry glances and smirks from you, if anything it makes him chuckle to himself and shake his head.

⟡ In order to get a more pronounced reaction from him, you have to tease your underclothes or brush your ass against his hips as you make your way past him in camp. He's a lot more receptive to physicality. And sound, if you run up behind him, wrap your arms around his midriff, yank him down a bit and whisper in his ear, he's gone.

⟡ He tends to end up smothering you if you're smaller. Sometimes by accident, sometimes not.

⟡ He starts off more reserved but as he grows hotter, his language and sounds start to slip. A "Jesus..." here and a "Shit..." there. He'll start groaning, his nose scrunching, baring his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. The majority of his sounds are heavy breaths, grunts, groans, the occasional growl. When he comes, he'll sometimes let out stuttering "Oh-"'s that get louder before melting into laboured panting.

⟡ But he'll also murmur silly, cheesy things in your ear through his ragged breaths. "You make me believe in Heaven." "I musta done somethin' right in life to have you fall in my lap."

⟡ He sweats like a pig. Post-orgasm, he's huffing and grabbing his shirt from where he threw it to wipe his face and neck.

⟡ He loves pleasuring his partner, and looooves eating women out. Kissing, sucking, lapping, making you squeal and whimper. He savours your sounds, wanting more and more. He'll keep at it until you're overstimulated and batting at his head, or until he has to come up for air, beard soaked. He'd happily drown in you.

⟡ And when you give him head? He's a little nervous having the focus be on him but once you start, he's sucking in shaky breaths, eyes fluttering shut, jaw slack, in heaven. He'll grab at the air a little, fingers twitching before he paws at your head gently. He'll cradle your face in his palms and moan when your dreamy gaze meets his whilst you lap at the underside of his cock. He'll thrust into your mouth nice and slow, his veins flooding with arousal and his muscles tingling with utter disbelief that he's lucked out so highly with you.

⟡ He's an ass man, but just loves your body in general. He loves gettin' a handful of you; Ass, hips, waist, thighs, breasts, all of you. "You're a first-rate stunner." He'll growl softly, a smirk curling his lips, his thick fingers dipping into your warm flesh, "My girl."

⟡ If he needs you to be quiet during sex, he'll shove his neckerchief in your mouth out of necessity. "Sh, shh, shhh, darlin'. Can't be wakin' up the whole camp with those pretty sounds of yours. Here now, open up."

⟡ If he's sans neckerchief, he lets you bite his shoulders or have you suck on his fingers. "You gotta keep quiet, sweetheart." He'll whisper against your skin as he cups the back of your head and brings your mouth to his shoulder or pushes two thick fingers into your mouth.

⟡ He'll instinctively support you; holding your hips, wrapping his arms around your waist, grabbing your shoulders to stabilise you. He loves being pressed against you, feeling your heart against his chest or back, relishing the connection.

⟡ He's also always checking that you're enjoying yourself, whether it be by asking you outright or watching you for signs of discomfort. "That feel good?" "Y'alright, darlin'?" "Looks like that feels good, hm?" "Yeah? Like that?"

⟡ He gets unsure about leaving marks on you via biting, sucking, spanking, not wanting to hurt you too much or mar your skin. You have to convince him you want it. He feels a bit guilty until he sees how much you enjoy it. And he can't deny the way the sounds you make when he does it strikes lightning through his loins. "You really are a little hellcat, ain'chya?"

⟡ He doesn't mind being marked himself though, not at all, doesn't matter. He's marked all over anyway, what's one more mark? Especially from you.

⟡ He love love loves kisses. All over him, all over you. If you pepper kisses about his face and chest, he'll very quickly flush a gorgeous crimson and look at you, dazed. He'll pull you into his lap and kiss you all over until you're laughing loudly.

⟡ He'll click his tongue at you gently like click click click "Sh, shh, shhh. Easy, girl, easy."

⟡ He'll also tut at you if you're being bratty or feeling overwhelmed. Tut, tut, "Now now, girly. Don't get shrewish with me." or tut, tut, "Oh, sweetheart. I know, I know, c'mon, sweetheart. Keep going, just a little longer."

⟡ He's a soft dom/switch mostly, but if you can get him aroused enough, he relaxes into being a little more dominating.

⟡ He occasionally enjoys being dominated but more so enjoys either a relatively equal sexual dynamic or he naturally falls into a soft dom, caring, cooing role.

⟡ He's not immune to losing himself in the moment, though. He'll breathlessly mutter a "God..." or his breath will hitch like he's been winded before his movements will become rougher, more desperate, like this blissful feeling will slip through his fingers if he doesn't grab you. "C'mere." "Gimme more, girly." "Un-unh, don'chu move now."

⟡ He naturally praises you, not giving it much thought other than wanting you to feel incredible. "That's it, darlin'." "Lookatchu." "Good girl." "Atta girl." "Ain'tchu a picture." "Pretty lady, takin' it all." "That's it, girly, keep on, keep on." "Yeah, more'a'that, baby. Oh, you're so good."

⟡ And when you praise him? Most of the time, he'll duck his head down and wince. "Naw, shut up." "Quit all that." Before trying to divert the focus back onto you by squeezing your ass or rubbing your waist.

⟡ But if he's lost in pleasure? It'll drive him mad. His grip will tighten on you and he'll hiss and huff. He won't respond to the praise verbally but he'll flush red and let out soft "Oh"'s as he holds onto you for dear life.

⟡ If you put his hat on, he will automatically want to have you ride him (But not before barking out a laugh). "Y'think y'can be a cowgirl without ridin', hm?" He'll say before spreading his legs and patting his thighs, "Giddy up, girly." He'll say with a sarcastic lilt, his eyes aflame with excitement.

⟡ If he's particularly tired, you can ride him hard enough to draw a whine from him. His head will fall back, his hands falling from you, his hips jerking into you messily. "Oh, darlin'."

Hope y'all enjoy! I love writing Arthur smut ✗♡✗♡

[rosaeh]

my jason todd's headcanons | II

biter with sharp canines !! like this man has fangs and it's both cute and hot.

wavy hair, but he doesnt define his curls much, he doesnt have time for that. and he has is helmet on almost all the time, so his hair end up flat sometimes lmao which makes the curls worse.

not that his hair isn't pretty but it could be better, you know ?

however he lets you define his curls when you both lay together, and your hands find their way in his hair —like it always does when your together. even lets you buy curls products. his hair is way better since you guys are together.

thoughts on tattoo and piercing : i saw someone saying it's like personalizing your character. but i feel like jason doesn't feel like he owns his body anymore. so it could both be a way to try and reconquer his body, or he wouldnt do it because there's no point.

either way i like sleeves tattoo probably (he would so let you color it). and i like tattoo that cover/follow the line of his autopsy scar like the all caste tattoo.

and piercing i like a few ones on the ears. and now that i think of it, a tongue piercing would be REAL hot. perhaps one on the brow too.

private but not secret relationship with jason todd.

jason with a picture of reader in his wallet. he is old fashioned like that.

and while on patrol, he tends to keep a picture of you in the pocket inside his jacket, near his heart. he claims it protect him. (he would definitely sit somewhere after a patrol, all beaten up, and he'd take out your picture, whispering a thanks for keeping me safe as if you were his own personal godess)

«I'm not a religious person, but I do sometimes think God made you for me.» - Normal People. (one of my fav quote !!)

like, come on, this man literally greet his bed, of course he speaks to a picture of you.

bonus point if you write a note at the back of the picture. makes this grown man melt.

and you do actually keep him safe, because every night he has to make sure he comes back to you.

speaking of ! he would literally crawl into bed with you. he'd discard his helmet and gear, letting them fall on the floor — he'll take care of it in the morning, all he wants for now is to hold you. if he's not too tired he'll take a quick shower before crawling into bed with you.

temple kisses, so that he can smell your shampoo. but honestly he just turns his head when holding you and reach to kiss without really carrying where it lands — you mouth, your hair...he loves it all anyway.

im 100% sure he gives you a little "trinket" to use as a keychain, and you like just have to press it if you're having trouble, and it'll send him your location. he'll be there in less than a minute top.

[doodlenoodleboi]

Sally face head cannons

Authors note: If you don’t specify I’m gonna pick for you most of the time it’s gonna be headcanons, they tend to be easier and quicker to write.

TW: Not professional, might have misspellings and improper grammar, I just do this for fun. Nsfw, mentions of drugs, stoner Larry, Larry is 2 years older then Sal, some non accurate writing I haven’t watched or played Sally face in years but remember the general plot. Btw when this wrote Sal is 17-19

SFW

◦ Sal doesn’t have the best relationship with his father.

◦ Sal tends to get misgendered a lot to the point he doesn’t even correct people he couldn’t care less anyways and hates unnecessary confrontation.

◦ Sal keeps his glass eye on his bedside table and one nice he actually drunk out of the cup.

◦ Sal isn’t the best at saving money when it comes to video games. He doesn’t spend his money on much In high school besides games for his game boy and other systems.

◦ Sal loves rock music and listens to music whenever he can, he owns an old stereo along with a walk man and mp3 player. (Keep in mind his teen years are in the 90’s)

◦ Along with his hair Sal also ventured in make up in skincare.

◦ Because half of his face being disfigured he tried his best to at least look normal with make up and help it heal better with skincare.

◦ Sal has the worst split ends and uneven layers because he never actually had his hair cut properly he always has done it himself.

◦ Sal is rather geeky when it comes down to it, owning as much technology as he could by in the 90’s.

◦ Sal is most comfortable showing his face to Larry among anyone else almost like a big brother to him of sorts.

◦ Sal gets rather socially awkward when it comes to people liking him so you would have to be in his friend group to have a chance of a relationship or some established connection before hand.

◦ Once you and Sal become friends as he’s comfortable with you expect things like him painting your nails and rocking out to music

◦ If he does later show romantic interest in you before he shows you his face he will be anxious about what you’ll think about him after he shows you.

◦ He’ll even teach you how to play his guitar if you’re interested.

NSFW

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◦ Sal Is obviously a virgin it’s hard to get close to him let alone take of his mask so you’ll have to have patience to get to this stage.

◦ For-play could be longer then the actual sex for the first time and he might back out from nervousness before you guys can even start.

◦ Sal is not a shy guy maybe introverted but not shy but moments like this make him extremely vulnerable so he’s flustered and embarrassed.

◦ If you find the courage to kiss him he has his mask on he’s whipped. He would be a flustered and embarrassed mess and he might even tell Larry about how exciting it was. You were probably his first kiss as well.

◦ Sal would be around 5 inches 5.5 hard (let’s be realistic here ain’t nobody taking much past that.) Just enough to reach the back of you’re and make you gag.

◦ Sal even if he’s isn’t pornhub but still likes to prep you, after all sex is a rather sacred thing so he tries his best to treat you with care even with his inexperience.

◦ He would probably be a nervous teenager at the back of Spencer’s trying to find lube (that doesn’t get used) and other things trying not to be seen. Covering up this purchases with a rock album or something of equal value.

◦ Sal is big on after care asking you how it was if it wasn’t obvious, he would be nervous after and still not realizing he actually did that.

◦ Sal isn’t big on giving hickeys but he doesn’t mind being especially on his jawline and neck. When talking to his friends he will just say it a bruise or injury just that’s always been there. But it’s almost obvious that it’s not.

◦ Once you’ve done it once he’s nervous to ask for you to do it again so he does enjoy make out session to keep him down.

◦ Sal didn’t heavily masturbate before hand honestly rarely doing it at all until he had sex once and now that’s all he thinks about ever since.

◦ He loves laying kisses against you when doing it but never hickeys as he’s a bit scared of hurting you.

◦ He holds your hands during sex for comfortability.

◦ His favorite positions would probably be missionary and cowgirl he’s a pretty vanilla switch.

◦ Mostly a service top and a shy bottom, it’s not like he’s generally shy he just gets embarrassed seeing you on top but overtime he gets used to it.

Sorry i accidentally deleted the request!

[emo-gremlin]

The Doctor x Reader SFW Headcanons!

💻 Refers to you as his prize experiment or his special lab rat.

💻 He isn't romantic in the conventional sense. He never was one to express his emotions well. But you can tell in little ways that he does care about you.

💻 He still tends to study you, and your reactions to things. Taking notes on your interactions with Yarnaby, how you sleep, what you enjoy, etc.

💻 Insanely touch starved and in eternal denial about it. Vaguely protests to cuddles, and secretly looses his mind if you fall asleep on him. (Think of how if a cat sleeps on you it is illegal to move)

💻 You know he cares about you when he leaves you and Yarnaby alone together. He lets you get close to him, eventually leading Yarnaby to become just as protective of you as he is The Doctor himself.

💻 Will carry you to bed/tuck you in if he catches you asleep. He will act like he did no such thing.

💻 He may not understand all the "memes" and "tiktoks" you tell him about, but he at least listens.

💻 He likes dissecting medical dramas with you in his off time. Loves pointing out inaccuracies and flaws. His favorite is nip/tuck.

💻 You watched human centipede with him once.

You: augh i hate these guys at work

Harley: *picks up scalpel*

You: Put. It. Down.

Harley: >:(

💻 Is surprisingly good at giving massages. His knowledge of human anatomy is unparalleled and his metal hands are perfect in rubbing out the tense spots. Though....he only really does this either on special occasions or if he REALLY wants something.

💻 You and Yarnaby are the only people he trusts to leave him to charge. During this time, he's in sleep mode and vulnerable.

Bonus Yarnaby and reader headcanons!

🦁 If he sees you laying on the bed, he lays right next to you, letting you snuggle right up to him.

🦁 Purrs a LOT around you, being one of the first to treat him with genuine love and kindness in a long time.

🦁 Your kindness to him has even taught The Doctor to be kinder to him too.

🦁 He loves playing keep away with his toys, tug of war too.

🦁 Can and will drag you along while on walks. Most of the neighborhood knows now to keep out of his way.

🦁 He brings you his toys if he sees you upset. They cheer him up, so they should work for you too!

🦁 Loves cuddling up with you and the Doctor. He...did accidentally break your leg once when you and the Doctor starting living together. You had to train him how to get up into your lap.

🦁 Will butt his head against you for attention.

🦁 You will know when it's time to feed him. He has hit you with his food bowl before trying to get your attention.

🦁 Will curl up in Harley's lap while he charges.

🦁 Once tore apart a bear who broke into your backyard. It took weeks to wash out the blood stains.

🦁 Tackles you every time you come home from work. Same with Harley.

Enjoy <3

[sturnslcver]

can you write headcanons of dating matt, fluff, smut and just all that would come with dating him? pleaseeee🥰

ੈ✩‧₊˚ MATT HEADCANONS ˚.°: ₊˚ ୨

— matt sturniolo x fem reader —

— warnings, fluff, suggestive, cockwarming, smut!!

fluff:

• anytime you guys are out in public he tends to zone out or exclude himself from conversations and he just sits and traces lines and circles along your palms

• whenever you guys go out to eat he always lets you try the first or last bite of his food so you know if you want to get that instead next time

• he always buttons and zips your jackets or cardigans for you when you guys are in a rush

• he always reminds you to put a jacket or socks on when it’s cold outside

• he purposely does or watches things he knows you like right in front of you so that you get excited and tell him all about it

• he always keeps a few of your favorite snacks in the car and in his nightstand

• you two are always in comfortable silence with each other

• he’s always getting random candid shots without you knowing and smiling to himself

• he leaves small romantic notes for you to find sometimes when he has to leave early for work in the mornings

suggestive/smut:

• he smacks and squeezes your ass any chance he gets

• he loves cockwarming

• he’s usually a soft dom and very patient with you

• he showers you with kisses and whispers sweet nothings into your ear after sex

• he offers you his clothes to get dressed in after sex

• he teases you leaving sloppy, wet, open mouthed kisses all up and down your body until you’re so desperate you’re basically thrusting your hips forward for friction and whining

• he often he swirls his tongue around your jaw and ear and groans into your skin since he knows how much you love to hear him

• he loves making you feel good with his fingers he also loves to foreplay and tease and will drag it on for a long while before actually penetrating

a/n: very short matt head canons while i finish up part two of virulent love! it might be a few days before it’s posted since im over at my friends house rn but u guys have been showing so much support to the series already and i’m so excited for u guys to read the rest <3

[playstation-dreamcast]

Hi, I'm like drowning in Resident Evil brainrot, so like:

Have Some Random Headcanons About Resident Evil Men~

I can't explain most of these, we're just going purely based on vibes. We're serving Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy, and Carlos Oliviera. Kinda X Reader? Idk bro

ALBERT WESKER:

Starting off Strong and controversial with this one. I think Wesker has a major sweet tooth. I think he likes creamer with a dash of coffee, and keeps hard candy in his desk. My man was deprived of sweets as a kid, now that he can have em he's kinda obsessed

I also think he gets frequent headaches. He tends to just "push through" them until they evolve into full on migraines, and even then he keeps going until he physically can't

I think he likes to pebble. He leaves small gifts at your desk and when you ask him about it he acts completely oblivious. But, ya both know

I think he's a major David Bowie fan. I think The Man Who Sold The World is his all time favorite song, and I also think the irony about that is lost on him

I think he's PDA adverse and incredibly touchstarved. This weird dichotomy has led to him being honestly really cold in public, and a straight up velcro boyfriend in private

I think secretly, deep deep down, he wants a family. He wants to build thr family he never had and get a taste of the domesticity he has been locked out of since birth.

That being said, he's never gonna do that shit. He's a busy man, with ambitions far greater than the suburbs. There's no room for white picket fences in his future. But, they'll always have a spot in his daydreams

His love language is words of affirmation. Both giving and receiving

He sleeps light as hell. A spider skittering just a little too fast could wake him up. Not just wake him up, but jolt him fully awake and in fight mode. He's a man with far too many enemies to get a deep sleep

He has himself convinced that he only keeps you around for "creature comforts" if you catch my drift. And he makes that clear, he's not trying to lead anyone on. That being said, literally every single one of his worst nightmares are about losing you. And he keeps you close as often as he can. And you're the only person other than him thats spent the night in his bed! But, ya know, it's casual

He's never been casual about anything in his entire god damn life

I think that he's panromantic, but more on the gray ace/demisexual side of things when it comes to all of that. Sex is far far to vulnerable for him to do with just anyone, he's gotta trust you to get naked in front of you babes

CHRIS REDFIELD:

Okay so I feel like when we talk about Chris, we tend to forget the les paul that he had just chillin' at work

That being said, I think Chris was in a band when he was in highschool. And they were not NEARLY as good as they thought they were. Three Arm Sally didn't go anywhere for good reason

I also think he was a running back in highschool, but that's not what we're talking about right now

I think Chris would make you mix tapes to show he cares. And once mix tapes died, he started making you playlist. He's not the most in touch with his emotions, this is part of how he understands them

I think while he used to genuinely be a really good guitar player- he's since fallen out of practice. He's not as good as he once was, but he'll still strum a little to try and calm himself down on particularly rough nights. 60% of the time it works 100% of the time

He has genuinely the worst caffeine addiction you've ever seen. It's damn near tragic dude. We're at the point where it might be better for his health for him to just pick up a coke habit. He's on his 4th monster and it's 9 am

That being said, he and his bed are currently not on speaking terms. Sleep? He doesn't know that bitch. This is how he avoids The Horrors™️

Chris is more of a cat guy than a dog guy and I'm tired of pretending like he's not. He appreciates how independent cats can be

I think Chris started smoking when he turned 16, but stopped around 2004 when he started hitting the gym seriously. He needed the lung capacity. That being said- he lit up a cigarette the moment the credits rolled after RE5. He picked that habit right back up

He will never ever say this out loud, but he loves to be held and to cuddle. Intimacy/emotional vulnerability (or, at least the safety to be emotionally vulnerable) is incredibly important to him with a long term partner. He's got a lot of soft parts still healing, he's gotta know you're going to take care of him if he takes off the armor protecting them

It's also incredibly important to him that any SO he has gets along with Claire. You don't have to be best friends or anything, but she's his only family- so she has to approve. Thankfully, Claire thinks you're a delight

Dispite what the memes may tell you, Chris has NO DESIRE to continue the Redfield bloodline. He can't bring himself to bring a child into a world so dark and unforgiving. And like, beyond that he's like- 67% sure that whatever gunk is going on in his head isn't just from trauma, and he's not risking passing that on to his offspring

LEON S KENNEDY:

He's a recovering Emo Kid before emo kids were even a thing. MCR is one of his favorite bands. He sings the line "Fuck Like A Kennedy!" With his entire chest when he's singing Na Na Na

Movie buff! His favorite movie is Fight Club, purely for the critique of how society conditions men to believe violence is the only way to show masculinity, and for the gay allegory. It is NOT because he wants to be Tyler Durden. Please, you have to understand, he knows the optics of liking this movie, but he's not like that he swears, PLEASE-

I think he's bisexual. Now, we all basically agree on that. But I also think he's incredibly suave and charismatic completely on accident. It all falls apart when he actually tries to flirt. Doesn't matter the gender, he's going to fumble the bag 70 percent of the time, and the other 30 are people who are there inspite of how awkward he is

He needs something to do with his hands, especially in important meetings. He's a chronic doodler as a result. You remember those girls in middle school who drew hyper realistic eyes instead of taking notes in their notebooks? He was one of them

My man is so, so jumpy. And by jumpy, I mean punchy. Make yourself known before you get too close. You have been warned

He struggles with communicating and emotions like the others, yes. But after the events of Vendetta he realized he was at rock bottom, and finally took Hunnigans advice and got some therapy. So, he's much more open and willing to talk about his feelings to try and figure them out. He ain't the best at it but by God he's trying

He's a bottle blonde. Argue with the wall about it, I know im right. You can reliably track his mental health by the state of his roots

I think he kept in contact with Ashley after the events of RE4. I think she slowly got over her crush on him, realizing that was probably more the suspension bridge effect than genuine attraction. And as such, they developed a sibling like bond that's very important to him

Leon is the most oblivious dude at the function. People have flirted with him just for him to completely miss it until hours later more times than he can count. Once at the club, a woman casually dropped to him that she was a sub. He asked her what subject she taught.

As such, he doesn't have much experience with long term relationships. At least not healthy ones. He's awkward, and he has more than a few red flags, but again- refer to point 6, he's in therapy babes. He's working on it- bear with him

Carlos Oliveira:

He likes to act like he's a "big scary manly man" but dude is a total softie. He's a walking teddy bear dude

He's the type of guy to randomly buy you flowers because they "reminded him of you." He's a romantic by nature

Now, he Can be charming and smooth. It's his natural state actually. He Chooses to be cheesy and lame. It's a way of life for him. He's doing this for pure love of the game

It's incredibly important to him that you can protect yourself. It's why he bought you this gun. And you can bet your ass he's going to show you how to use it

I know a gamer boy when I see one. We can smell our own. I think it's his favorite hobby. His favorite thing when he comes home is to sit you on his lap and have you guys play games together. Couch co-op, his beloved

I think he was raised Catholic. Again, we can smell our own. That being said, he definitely doesn't consider himself to be of the faith anymore. Though, he does still catch himself crossing himself from time to time

His guilty pleasure is Anime. That's right, you heard me, Carlos Oliveira is a huge fukin nerd! His toxic trait is being a "Goku bodies every fight" truther. God help him

He's had big dogs all his life, his home just doesn't feel like his home without one. Don't worry though reader, he's also incredibly talented when it comes to training them. They're not going to maul you unless he tells them too

The man absolutely "hates" reality TV. Hates it sooo much. He's just standing in the living room for no reason. No, it's not to watch the TV! Can a man not stand in his own livingroom?!...But uhh, anyways, so what's going on with Clara and her man?

His love language is of course quality time. He just wants to be near you. It doesn't matter if your quietly reading a book while he plays a game, as long as you're in the room with him, he’s happy

Well, uhhh anyways. All that being said, if you liked these, requests are open!!

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Familiar Touches

These were meant to be short headcanons, but then I thought, what if I just kept talking ~1k words

Jason tends to find himself averse to touch. He curls away from pats to his shoulders, stiffens at nudges to his arms, or brushes against his sides. From family to friends, it takes a long time for him to learn to relax into hugs, to not expect a knife in the back the second he lowers his guard.

But none of this is true when it comes to you. You, he can't get enough of. You, who he tears down his walls for without a hint of regret. (Because any pain would be worth it, as long as he can stay near you)

Jason is still learning to soften his edges, to drain the tension from his shoulders even when the two of you are alone. But there's some things he's already learned to love, some things that he lets himself bask in. And, namely, it's your touch. He has his favorites, the moments he can't get enough of, even if he can't admit it outloud.

He revels in the times you thread your fingers through his hair, slowly and mindlessly scratching at the base of his scalp. You tangle your hand in his soft, unkempt locks, and if he's lucky, you'll lightly and thoughtlessly pull this way and that while you watch whatever's playing on the tv. He goes a little weak in the knees every time, especially if you start to try and twist the strands in short, messy braids.

He adores when you fidget with his hands, bending his fingers and tracing the lines of his palms as you talk. It sends shivers down his spine in a way he can't describe, makes his stomach flip, and his heart skip a beat.

It's just so you. He finds himself curling his fingers with yours all the time, just for the off chance it reminds you that you can fiddle with his hands, his clothes, his hair– anything that's his– whenever you want.

Jason's found that he's developed a soft spot for holding you– or being held by you, depending on the day. Really any form of being wrapped around each other works for him, but he loves hooking his arms around your waist and hiding his face in your chest, just blocking out the rest of the world with the sound of your heart beat.

He loves coming up behind you, dragging his lips from the spot behind your ear that makes your breath hitch to the base of your throat to suck a bruise over your pulse, all while having his arms wound tightly around your middle, keeping you against his chest while you laugh and squirm.

He melts, inside and out, when you settle in his lap or throw your legs over his, your weight welcomed and warm as he tries not to show just how much his eyes want to light up– all because you're near him. It's grounding, connecting, to have you so close.

He'll indulge himself, sometimes. Let his hands wander to the back of your thighs, knead his fingers on your calves, drag his palms over your sides, and just linger in the feel of your skin.

He loves it– loves you– especially when you're the one who initiates it, when you're the one who drapes yourself over him like he belongs to you. (Because he does)

He prolongs the moments where he can press his forehead to yours, close his eyes, and just breathe in time with the rise and fall of your chest. He holds his palms against your face, wonders if it's all a dream when your hands gently grab at his wrist, your thumbs moving rhythmically back and forth over his pulse.

Jason wants nothing more than to stay like that for the rest of his life, every nerve and every cell of his attuned to you and the way you press into him in return.

He's really not picky, when it comes to being able to touch you, to letting you touch him. He looks forward to it, cherishes the memories of your soft skin, and even softer smiles, especially when he's away from you and on patrol.

He smiles to thoughts of you tucking your hands in the pockets of his hoodies, claiming it's warmer this way. He softens at memories of you hooking his arm with yours, insisting it's only because if you slip on ice, then he's going down with you.

He savors every touch, every passing contact he has with you. But Jason does, if you pick and tease at him enough to get him to admit it, have a touch he prefers above all the others.

Kissing you, stealing the air from your lungs as your eyes flutter shut, is the touch that he can never get enough of. Your fingers fisted into his clothes, his hand on the small of your back, drawing you closer, closer, those are the times he treasures the most, the memories he holds so tightly in his heart.

Kissing you, so lost in the feel of your mouth slotted against his and the smell of your scent filling his senses, quickly becomes something he can't live without.

He's gotten good at stealing kisses, quick and no-so-quick moments where he can't tell where he ends, and you begin. He's gotten even better at convincing you to duck into alleys and closets with him, all for an extra minute to be pressed together, so lost in each other that nothing else seems to exist.

He's enamored by you– by all of it. He didn't know he could so easily lean into someone else's touch, find refuge in a hug or a fleeting brush of your fingers over his knuckles. But he knows now, knows that everything he's ever wanted– could ever need– all comes down to you and the way you hold him close. Like he's something worth keeping.

And at the end of it all, it's a feeling Jason wants to fight for, a dream he'll never stop chasing, a cherished moment he wants to hold in the palms of his hands for the rest of his days.

[seraphmeraph]

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How they’d be with pregnant reader - Headcanons

MK1 semi NSFW headcanons with Lin Kuei brothers aka Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, and Bi Han

TW: sex(+18), oral sex (f receiving), conventional sex, pregnancy, afab reader

A/N: this was actually a request of Pregnant reader and Kuai Liang that I lost LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY IM DYING. AHHHHH.

Tomas Vrbada • Smoke

Tomas is so attentive and loving towards you, not saying the others aren't, but he will never leave your side if he has a choice. He’ll cook, and clean, everything, all you need to do is rest and relax. 

You’ll often find him being touchy with you, especially in public, wrapping his arms around your waist, and touching your pregnant belly.

He talks about how when the baby is born he won't let any harm come to you both. “I promise he won't end up like me.”

When it comes to pregnant sex with you two, he is so worried he might hurt you. He’s so gentle and slow despite you begging him to go harder or faster.

“Are you sure you’re okay, I don’t want to-” Tomas spoke before you cut him off. 

“I’ll be okay,” You reassured him. You were laid on your back, his dick positioned right at your entrance.

He took a deep breath, slowly slipping inside you. He began to give slow deliberate thrusts into you, watching your face intently to make sure you were okay. He lowered his face to yours, letting out small moans and peppering your face with kisses.

Kuai Liang • Scorpion

Kuai Liang is the perfect baby daddy. He’ll spoil you with whatever you want and show you affection whenever. You will be SMOTHERED.

He’ll make it clear to everybody that he’s the father, whether it be rubbing your belly in public, keeping his hands all over you, or even just straight up telling people how proud he is of you for carrying his baby.

He often goes on missions so he always leaves you with Liu Kang or another Lin Kuei ninja, he wants to make sure you’re safe.

When you both are lying in bed, he’ll often massage or place his warm hands on you to help you feel better. He’s practically a heating pad.

Pregnant sex with you and Kuai Liang is amazing, you’ll hear praises, and he’d basically worship your body. He’s careful not to hurt you, but a little more confident in pleasuring you.

His head was buried in between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy. “Mm, doing good for me sweetheart,” He pulled away, just to insert a finger into you. His other hand rested on your pregnant belly, slowly caressing it as he ate you out.

His hair was out of his bun, your fingers tangling in between his hair.

He groaned into your pussy, sending shivers through you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers brushing his scalp. His calloused warm fingers ran over your belly. 

Bi Han • Sub Zero

When Bi Han found out you were pregnant, he didn’t show much emotion. Only rested his hand on your head and kissed you. 

You assumed he didn’t care at first and he noticed you were a bit distant so he would do little things to try to cheer you up. Whether it be taking you out, buying you gifts, or even cuddling you as you two lay in bed. 

Out of all the brothers, Bi Han is actually the most concerned for you. When going out on missions, he would either leave one of his brothers with you or a Lin Kuei ninja. 

You’ll never be alone if Bi Han could help it. In public his hand will always be on your hip, pulling you close to him. Literally, everyone will know he’s the father. 

As much as Bi Han only trusts himself to protect you, he’s secretly mortified of being around you. He has so much self-control, he’ll watch his words, his actions, etc. 

He’s kind of like Kuai Liang, where he’ll be like a cold compress. Breats tend to get sore during pregnancy so he’ll cup your breasts for ours with his cold hands. Whenever you complain about any pain Bi Han has to be extra and call you a physician who’ll just tell you it’s pregnancy cramps or something.

Bi Han lives for pregnant sex with you. He’s gentler than usual, yes, but just the aspect that you were bred by him gets him going. Breeding Kink? Maybe.

He gave gentle thrusts, his cool hand resting on your stomach. “So beautiful, carrying my child,” He groaned. His hand retreated back to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb gaining louder moans for you. 

He would definitely make you scream that you want all his babies.

[moongreenlight]

“Realistic Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley headcanons” and then it’s just the fun police.

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

- It makes me want to scoop my fucking brain out with a spoon when people say that Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is some shy, anxious soft boy. I really do not believe he’d need to be coddled after a nightmare or babied when he’s feeling angsty. He is fine, y’all. Please don’t call paw patrol.

He is a soldier. He’s a war criminal. He is traumatized to the point of numbness. He is fucked up and weird and insane and honestly I think that we should all let everybody have their thing.

I cannot fix him. I do not want to fix him. I can only make him worse.

- Sorry but I just cannot write him having any kind of romantic feelings toward Soap. I like writing their dynamic more brotherly.

Furthest they’ve gone is ‘locker room gay.’

Like Johnny sends him dick pics on occasion because he thinks it’s funny and it pisses Ghost off.

That being said, I do read the occasional Ghoap fic. I’m not a perfect person. Sometimes it’s just yummy delicious.

- Feel like he’s the kind of freak to intentionally go to the gym without headphones. Something about discipline. Opting to just stare at the wall in front of him while he’s doing cardio or counting repetitions of exercises.

But on the rare occasion that he does indulge himself, he has a playlist of like 5-6 songs he likes and when it ends he just goes back to silence. Divorced dad rock. Chorded headphones only.

- Doesn’t have the debilitating commitment issues as people paint him out to have. Just commitment-phobic. Obviously stems from his past. He’s got that sexy deep rooted fear of abandonment or something horrible happening to people he actually lets close to him. But he’s not completely turned off by the idea of romantic attachments or close friends, just a little hesitant to open himself up to that kind of opportunity.

Probably very cagey about romantic partners. Doesn’t want the guys to know about you. Doesn’t keep pictures of you around his bunk or anything like that. He’s worried it’ll somehow compromise your safety. Worried about you getting swept up in his work.

- Women’s rights? Or Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley? I really do think he’d love to have a partner who lets him provide *everything* for them. He just wants to serve and protect. Wants his bird to be in a gilded cage all nice and safe and reliant on him for survival.

Doesn’t even really like the idea of you going to the grocery store by yourself. Would prefer if you just stayed put and tended his home and cooked him meals and let him dote on you and provide everything you could ever need.

- Has a really strange understanding of technology. He’s fine with the newer military stuff. That’s his element. He can do electrical wiring, set up a TV, install security cameras. That’s all whatever. But a cell phone? He doesn’t give a shit enough to keep up with the new updates and all the new things you have to learn when you get a smartphone. Wishes he would have kept a flip phone.

Texts like this: [OK. See youtonight.]

MAYBE has a private Facebook with no profile picture where the only things on his wall are Price wishing him a happy birthday every year.

His camera roll is like; 97 accidental screenshots of his Lock Screen, a few pictures of him and the task force boys, the inside of his pocket (another accident), a sunrise, a few cool things he found on missions, 34 pictures of Soap and Gaz when they took his phone.

- Insufferable in the early stages of trying to date him. Little to no communication other than basically demanding you meet him somewhere. Texting or talking on the phone? Like pulling fucking teeth. You think he’d rather be dead.

It was a headache getting him to go out in the first place. Maybe you worked at a bar where the guys would come to have a drink after a long day. He’s a little stand-offish but he’s handsome and he knows how to banter well enough for you to be persuaded by a coworker to slip him your number after you complained one too many times about a shit hookup or yet another terrible first date. It takes him nearly two weeks to phone you.

“Didn’t think you’d call.”

“Didn’t think I would either.”

He takes you out once, you think he seems sort-of interested, then he doesn’t phone or text you back for three days. You get over it. A few more dates in. You can tell he’s a bit more relaxed. A bit more open. You’re less worried that you’re a terrible conversationalist. Then he goes on a month long deployment without saying anything in advance. Radio fucking silent yet again. You want to tear your hair out. When he finally gets back, he’ll text you something like [Atthat pub you like. Drinks ?] completely out of the blue. You think you may actually go insane.

- Once he’s gotten used to you, it’s like the sole purpose of his life is to be your protector even if you’ve only recently convinced yourself he may want something casual. You’re small and grab-able. He knows how nasty people can be and what think when they see you. He needs to know that you’re taken care of, kept safe from such a scary world.

So he’ll just linger around you. All the time. Standing behind you when you’re at the till at the store, staring down the cashier who was only trying to be friendly when they asked if you had any fun plans for the rest of the day. Big arms folded over his chest. Looming so largely he threatens to eclipse you without taking a single step forward. Eyes burning a hole into the poor person who hastily finishes the transaction without another word.

Walking silently next to you in the evenings after you’re both off work; close enough to brush shoulders, but that’s about it. Listening to you chirp on about your day. Occasionally offering a small grunt of acknowledgement or a few words of interjection. Always walks on the side of the path that he thinks could pose you the most immediate danger. Shielding you from what may lurk in a darkened alley or a hedge or a small thicket of trees.

Scary dog privilege, but like… for when you go to fill your car up with gas in broad daylight in a good part of town and he insists on standing out there with you. ‘Just in case’ If he even lets you out of the car in the first place.

- AND OFF THAT POINT. I think once he’s decided that he’s actually fond of you, it goes from zero to a hundred so fast it makes your head spin.

Like the last time you spoke, it was still unclear on if you were keeping things casual or not and now you’re at dinner and the waiter just asked him if the two of you wanted dessert and Simon just grunts “dunno. Ask the missus.” ??? He sucks so bad I NEED him.

- As much as I love an overly possessive and jealous Simon, I saw this tweet that said “My girlfriend can wear what she wants because she’s a hoe and I knew that before we started dating” and it changed my life.

He’s secure enough not to need to cause a scene if someone makes a pass on you in public. He understands that you’re attractive and that other people are bound to find you attractive too. (Not that he doesn’t still want to pull their fingernails out one by one, threatening them and everything they love for daring to exist near you. He’s just got better control over himself than that. King.)

He knows he’s better than any of your other options. Nobody else could keep you as safe as he could. They don’t know the world like he does. They don’t know how breakable you are. How sweet and naive you can be.

Not to say he isn’t overly jealous and possessive, he just won’t pitch a fit in public.

LIKE dragging him to the bar with your friends and he sits at the table with all of your drinks. Him watching you dancing out of the corner of his eye, seeing some prat come up and grab your ass in passing. Or a group of guys dancing with your friends getting a little *too* close to you for his liking. He doesn’t do anything while the two of you are out- not wanting to ruin your fun. But that night after you’ve gotten back to his flat (He insisted. Closer to the bar. Uber was cheaper.) and he’s tearing your miniskirt off like it’s personally offended him. He’ll be a little rougher. A little more liberal with the marks his mouth leaves on your collarbones and inner thighs. His strong hands will grab at the fat of your hips a little harder than he should- leaving bruises where his fingers dug in. He’ll lean over you while you’re split open with his length, snarling down at you. “Had everyone’s attention tonight, didn’t you, pet?“ “You like havin’ eyes on you?” “Greedy fuckin’ slag.” “Can’t appreciate what you have.” “Need a reminder of who you’ve got to impress.” Maybe he’ll take you in front of a mirror, massive hand fixed on your jaw. Jerking your face up so you have to look at yourself being ruined by him. How pretty and slutty you look when your makeup is ruined by the tears he’s fucking out of you.

- He calls you ‘bird’ or ‘pet’ more often than anything else. A little on the nose for how he treats you. Like you’re some small, frail thing that can’t go a day without him. Stripped of your natural survival instincts and instead leaning on him for support and comfort and food and shelter. Just how he likes it.

GOD he’s a fucking freak. Gross and mean and fucked in the head. Makes my stomach hurt. I hate him. I wish I was schizophrenic so I could vividly hallucinate him.

[machinemonstrosity]

hjust a qusetion but , would you consider writing for the minions of mafioso's...... im really fond of them freaks << 3 3 33 .

WARNINGS - NONE , silly headcanons for mafioso's henchmen , technically not an x reader but i don't know how else to tag it

a/n - i didn't know what to write since there's nothing about these guys other than one render......i'll write more next time, i promise! working through mobile sucks so i apologize if the image sizes and qualities are bad.

Mafioso's henchmen act like goofy cartoon villain sidekicks. While they can be serious and will get the job done, most of the time people are wondering how they even got into the mafia in the first place. They're a capable group of minions — just not the best in terms of scare factor.

To conceal their actual names, they nicknamed themselves with numbers. They also thought it sounded cooler.

ONE (1)

Out of everyone who tried to puff out their chest to claim the title, 1 received it due to being the oldest and most skilled of the group.

He's the most reasonable and level-headed of the henchmen, although that doesn't mean much. They all tend to bounce the same brain cell around like a game of hot potato.

The most stubborn when it comes to the gang's shenanigans and plans. Yet every time, without fail, he'll still cave and tag along. “Can't let the rest of ‘em get in trouble without me.” As he says.

He doesn't really express as much emotion as the others, but he will crack a noticeable smile or chuckle on occasion. Catching 1 letting out a full-on laugh is rare, normally only being something that happens with the rest of the minions. You're doing something right if he laughs around you.

TWO (2)

King of being competitive. Will absolutely take every small achievement or victory of his as a challenge to do better, especially if it's other people's. It happens to be playfully mutual among the others.

2 beats everyone at knife fights. Including 1.

He has a tendency to be the instigator of chaos. When they're inevitably caught causing a ruckus, all fingers are instantly pointing to him. Everyone still gets punished for it despite the snitching.

The tallest of the group. The running joke is that the tophat is the only reason for his placement on the height chart.

THREE (3)

The loudest of the group and the first to humor a terrible idea. That crowbar is always itching to be used.

3 is very short-tempered. He was unofficially banned from handling interrogations as the result of a group vote. The incident still isn't discussed to this day and is somehow still hidden from Mafioso.

Normally the last to show up for duty. This guy is an absolute night owl and stays up until the early hours of the morning. 

Magically, laundry duty always falls onto 3. Very cruel magic that has the other henchmen giggling and smiling like kids in a candy store. Laundry day rotations are basically nonexistent now.

FOUR (4)

Being the youngest of the group, 4 is a certified rookie. It gets him picked on sometimes, but it's all in good fun.

Surprisingly, he's only the second shortest of the group.

One of the most unconvincing gang members the world has ever seen. 4 is friendly to a fault, having gotten into multiple sticky situations in his naivety. His inexperience is sympathized with, but the boys are trying their hardest to toughen him up a bit.

No matter how many times the henchmen get asked about why they joined the mafia, 4 is the only one who never gives an answer.

Around you, the boys would be total sweethearts! They have one rule: if the big boss is alright with you, it's a pass in their book, too. Whether they were ordered to or not, they'll insist on keeping a careful eye on you and ensuring you're safe and sound. Escorts and free lunch are your new normal.

It may be a bit overbearing at times, but their hearts are in the right places.

Just know it won't be them answering the call if you get hurt. At that point, they're only the messengers.

[leth-writes]

brief batfam kiss headcanons

SUMMARY:  Batfam kiss headcanons

WARNINGS: 18+ as always on my blog, though the work is safe for work. Everyone has been aged up to AT LEAST 19.

MASTERLIST: https://www.tumblr.com/leth-writes/757800060720496640/requests-open?source=share 

Requests are open!

BRUCE

Soft, plush lips. He’s an incredible kisser, it comes from his playboy persona, but he tends to go slow with you. He’ll cup your jaw gently and tilt your face just so, staring deeply into your eyes as his lips hover over yours. 

Secretly enjoys teasing you and watching you get flustered, especially if he hasn’t really revealed his true self yet.

You’re expecting clumsy, overeager Brucie, and you’re getting Bruce. There’s a reason Selina was so invested in their situationship

He’ll leave you dazed as he pulls away, your eyes fluttering open a few seconds later, only to look into his smirking face, eyes dark and blazing.. 

DICK

Smooth, slightly chapped lips. 

Tends to prefer short and chaste pecks most of the time; when the two of you make out, he spends more time marking up your neck than he does actually kissing you.

Tends to be quite vocal, loves complimenting you in between kisses.

Hands tend to rest on your waist, he pulls you right into his chest and slings your arms around his neck. The two of you are basically melting into each other. Very touchy feely.

Really enjoys kissing your neck from behind as a greeting. Don’t question it, it’s just his way of saying hello :)

JASON

His lips are actually quite soft; most people wouldn’t peg him for someone who takes care of his skin, but he wears a helmet all the time, so he likes to stay clean.  He likes to stay on top of his routine to avoid any problems.

Deep, all encompassing kisses. Super super easy to get lost in the moment, full on makeout.

Places his hands around your hips and squeezes occasionally.

Does give you hickies, but where they’re placed depends on how secure he is in the relationship: if you’re new together, those hickies are gonna be impossible to cover up.

TIM

Chapped lips. I will not elaborate.

Tim is kind of a control freak, so he’s the one that actually initiates most of your makeouts. He tends to like cupping your jaw, but if you’re significantly taller than him, he isn’t afraid to sling his arms around your neck and pull you into him.

Keeps his eyes open when yours close. He’s trying to analyze how you’re feeling and adjust in real time; he doesn’t have that much experience, despite being a popular romantic obsession in his high school, since he was so busy with his Robin work.

[stottlemorgan]

ꨄ Low Honour Arthur Morgan NSFW Headcanons (Female Reader) ꨄ

Author's note: Much like my Mid-High Honour NSFW Headcanons for Arthur, these are for me to flesh out his character in my head. Low Honour Arthur is much more warbled ground for me as I feel he can go in many different directions!! He’s a little toxiccccc, girlies (I know y’all eat it up like I do). I’ve used my first headcanon post as a framework in order to have it be some sort of pair piece to the Mid-High Honour side. This has some deeper bits about Arthur’s character within the smuttiness, I hope that it’s still enjoyable! Female Reader btw! Love y’all <333 This is 18+ smut, MDNI! Word count: 2,562

♡ Oh, this man will hold it all in until he bursts. He is a boiling concoction of self-loathing, shame, fear, and desperation. All he wants is to be wanted, to be loved, but he won’t allow it for himself because he can’t imagine any instance where he genuinely deserves it.

♡ When it comes to PDA, well, don’t count on him being consistent. One moment, he’ll let you wrap an arm around his waist or plant a kiss on his cheek, sometimes he’ll even squeeze your rear or hold your waist if he’s up for it. The next moment? A mighty volte-face. He’ll dodge your hands, turn away, glare at you as if you’re insane for trying to touch him.

♡ If you keep trying to rile him up, he’ll genuinely get agitated. Each time you touch him, he almost snarls, his mind tearing itself apart, both aflame with need and extinguishing it all at once. He’ll snap at you whilst his fingers twitch and his eyes rake down your body. “Simmer down, girl.” “None o’that now.” “I said quit it. I ain’t in the mood.”

♡ He’ll even go as far as to insult you to get you to back off, even if it in turn makes him feel worse. “Ain’t got two pennies on my person right now, Miss.” “Why don’chu go wear yourself out doin’ some work instead seein’ as you ain’t helped none today.” “Not sure you need makin’ more stupid today, darlin’. Go ‘n’ help Grimshaw.”

♡ There is one thing that he enjoys quite greedily though… You sitting in his lap. Your plush rear settled into the cradle of his groin and your soft body applying the most calming pressure to his person as he swills a sup of whiskey about his mouth. He’ll allow you to sink onto his lap at almost any time, in any way. It gives him a blazing kick of control and though he won’t admit it, it helps ground him.

♡ If you want to turn him on, it takes some time but not because his body is failing to react. He’ll grow solid as stone but you have to get him to a point where he feels ready enough to touch you in return.

♡ Some nights, he’ll allow himself a simple, rough bout of self-pleasure. His hands move quickly, sloppily, like his whole being is searing with an unscratchable itch. He’ll huff and grunt and spill over his fist without thinking too much, before he can think too much. He cleans up and tucks away his cock as though he’s uncomfortably tending to a wound, his eyes only flitting down occasionally to make sure he’s not missed anything.

♡ He doesn’t deserve the pleasure. He doesn’t deserve to be loved or held or valued for much more than the services he can provide. For the workhorse needs nothing more than a mere carrot to serve its master.

♡ But he also wants to take. To snatch what he so desperately wants from the world around him, from you. Whether he deserves it or not. He just wants a taste, he knows it won’t last for very long.

♡ Like a cat to cream, he just wants to lap insatiably before the hand that feeds him so sporadically rips it away again.

♡ He isn’t all that talkative a lot of the time. He can be vocal but it’s more subdued. Grunting, groaning, but through clenched teeth, huffing. Puffing very loud breaths through his nose as he squeezes his eyes shut and maintains a vice-like grip on your hips. The majority of his thoughts stay caged within his mind. I don’t deserve this. God, I don’t deserve this at all. I’m ruining this poor woman. I can’t stop myself. Foolish and desperate as always. Arthur, you sick son of a bitch.

♡ When he does feel like talking, he’s quite blunt. Telling you what to do to give him what he wants, telling you what to do so that you get what you want. “Up now, girl.” “Lean forward, now.” “C’mon.” “Come now, girl.” “That’s good.” “Doin’ well.” “S’at good enough?”

♡ His way of praising you is a bit more forceful. He wants you to feel it, not just hear it. Sometimes he’ll praise you through words, his voice strained, “That’s it, girl.” “Mm, you’re feelin’ good tonight, girl.” “Oh, there y’go. That’s it.” “Gooood girl, good girl, keep at it.” “Mm, right- right there– That- that’s it- beautiful-” 

♡ Other times he’ll praise you physically - squeezing your waist, smacking your ass, thrusting into you a few times a little quicker with a hum and a sharkish grin to show he’s enjoying you, mouthing at your skin, licking his lips after tasting you.

♡ You can praise him in return, but be prepared to hear him sigh. His face will scrunch as if you’d just kicked him in the stomach, and to him, it feels as though you have. “Wha’d I say ‘bout talkin’ like that? Mhm, yeah, I said quit it.” “You tryna piss me off?” “Shit, girl– Stop with all that.” “Shut up.”

♡ If you catch him out on a particularly tiring or stressful day, your words will choke him of breath. His eyes will dart up, he’ll blink uncomfortably, his mouth opening and closing, his tongue nervously wetting his lips as his self-loathing funnels down from his brain and floods his lungs, melting the usual bite from his voice. His forehead will land on your shoulder, or against his palm. “None o’that today.” “Please, darlin’.”

♡ Once in a blue moon, something more will slip from him, the pleasureful haze brewing a drunken feeling in his chest akin to romance. His touch will soften, his movements slowing, his gaze shining with a strange clarity… And he in those moments he lets you see him. “Ain’t deservin’ of you, darlin’.” “You been on my mind all week, I- I been thinkin’ ‘bout takin’ you into town.” “I weren’t plannin’ to leave ‘til mornin’. If you’ll have me.”

♡ If he smothers you, that’s just how it is, he won’t even think about it unless you let him know he’s doing it. “Mm– Arthur– You’re crushin’ me.” “Apologies, Miss.” His voice will leave him cattish, very almost chuckling.

♡ He’ll be gone for days or weeks at a time and return to camp abruptly in the middle of the night, practically ripping through the flap of his or your tent, grabbing, mouthy, and greedy. “Get up, girly.” “Evenin’ to ya, Miss. You’re lookin’ mighty warm ‘n’ comfortable.” “In my tent again, I see? You’d think you were waitin’ for somethin’.”

♡ If you try to look him in the eye, he’s quick to duck his head down, fuck you harder to make your eyes roll back and away from him, pinch you, push your chin up. Trying to form a consistent connection with him is futile, he won’t allow it. He’ll groan, the sound towing the line between vulnerable and truculent. “Stop that.” He’ll flip you over and shove your face into the pillows if he has to.

♡ If you’re persistent in your efforts, he’ll become genuinely agitated with you. “M’not here for that. Stop.” And if he’s feeling particularly unfond of the attention, his body will falter, his cock softening, the solidity and heat flowing up and through to instead fence off his heart.

♡ When you climb atop him, whether it be to ride his cock or his face, he has a habit of averting his gaze to the sight of your glistening core adorning the cruel landscape of his body the same way a stream runs over the jagged rock of the bed. If he has an arm free, he’ll bring it over his eyes, chest heaving, teeth bared as he groans.

♡ This man will buck up into you, no question about it. He loves to roll his full length into you when he’s on top, feeling you pulse around him as you whine, so it’s not different when the roles are reversed. Take, take, take, give, give, give.

♡ By your umpteenth orgasm, you’re sheening with one another’s sweat. His skin sticks to yours, his musk sharpening your sweet scent as you breathe each other in through sloppy kisses. You’ll have to change your clothes, if you’re wearing any, as will he. Though, only with a full bath will you remove the tang of his sweat.

♡ This man is a glutton in all ways he allows himself to be. He’ll unabashedly devour you, his thick fingers dipping into your skin as he viciously mouths his way up and down between your clit and your core. He needs you to huff and gasp and moan, he needs to hear and feel what you’re feeling from him, for him. He’ll groan, pressing his cock into whatever’s beneath him. He’ll overstimulate you with purpose, watching you as your head falls back, as your heels dig into his back, as you cry out his name. His lips and tongue will be flushed a sweet pink when he pulls away only to take a few breaths before planting heavy kisses about your groin.

♡ When you kiss your way down his chest, his stomach, inching lower, his breaths tighten. His hands will already twitch with the urge to grab your head, want and discomfort waging a fearsome war behind his dilating pupils. He’ll grab at whatever is at his sides and his mouth will drop open with a low groan as you gently guide his cock into your mouth, you’d almost think you’re hurting him. He’ll stammer out a few half words as you start to suck and if you look up quickly enough, you’ll catch his gaze, wide and focused on you. So many words want to burst from him, yet they never do. His brow will furrow and his jaw will tense as he thrusts into your mouth, his breaths verging on whimpers. At some point, a hand will come to the back of your head and he’ll stroke your hair, his fingers occasionally twitching, grabbing as the pace increases. He’ll grunt and squeeze his eyes shut, the muscles in his jaw flickering, his body writhing. The need for more starts to slosh about in his stomach like gasoline, one spark of nervous thought away from combusting, from pushing you away and singeing you both.

♡ On occasion, he has wordlessly and swiftly ushered you out of his tent or left yours in a few long strides, heavy with his brutish build but also fear and discomfort. If he feels that you saw him a little too closely, feels that you were a little too kind, too familiar, his skin will burn with the compulsion to put as much distance between you as possible despite you remaining firmly at the forefront of his mind.

♡ In those moments, rough, strained huffs escape his chest as he quells the hot and gentle tears coalescing at his eyelashes. His stomach becomes an angry, swinging weight, dragging him about, seeking some sort of solace. He knows he could find it in you if he went back but he just can’t bring himself to bare more than his body to you.

♡ If you’re growing to be a little too loud during sex, especially if you’re semi-public, he won’t hesitate to clamp a palm over your mouth, giving your head a little shake. “Now now, enough o’that. You’re soundin’ like you’re wantin’ to be caught.” He’ll shove his tongue into your mouth, or even apply a light pressure to your throat, juuuust enough to stifle your moans into squeaks. “I said quiet now, sweetheart.”

♡ He likes to paw at your rear, your hips, your thighs, pushing them apart, moving to your breasts, his hands warm and rough and kneading your shoulders as he mouths at your jaw. When he settles into it, he loves massaging your body, giving you what he won’t give himself, a unique bristly tenderness. He’ll stabilise you, holding you, but there’s a lasciviousness to it. He’s helping you but his own gain is of equal thought.

♡ He’ll suckle on your skin, nipping at you, grinning as he pulls little gasps from you and purples your skin. If you don’t complain too much, he’ll pinch and squeeze you here and there, digging his blunt nails into your skin and bringing you flush to him with a low hum.

♡ You’re permitted to mark him in turn, “If you’d like.” Scratching his back and drawing a shiver and a hungry moan from him. He’s quite fond of you biting his shoulders, tonguing at his skin as you suck as his neck, bruising his back with your heels as he thrusts into you. “S’a dangerous mouth you got there, girl.” “Christ- c- careful, darlin’.”

♡ He’ll check in with you, though it’s quick. If you’re on your front, he’ll lean forward and cup the side of your head, guiding you to look at him briefly. “Y’alright?” “Yeah?” “That’s it, ain’t it?” If you’re on your back, he’ll nuzzle into your neck, kissing and humming. “How’s that feelin’, darlin’?”

♡ He’ll soak your skin with messy kisses, practically biting you as he moves to your mouth, your teeth clinking together. He’ll grin as you laugh into his mouth, a grating hum sounding in his palette, something sounding so close to him calling you his girl. “Mmm’girl. C’mere.”

♡ He’s not one to often tolerate an attitude. He’ll tense, his brow furrowing, eyes narrowing, jaw setting. He’ll grasp you, putting you into position, leaning in close, his lips brushing yours. “You gon’ keep grousin’?” “What’s that about, hm, girl?” “You wanna tell me what you think you’re doin’ talkin’ to me that way?”

♡ He’ll also click his tongue or tut at you, and even shake his head while he’s doing it if he’s feeling especially snarky.

♡ If you’re feeling overwhelmed, he’s not likely to stop if he thinks you can handle it. He’ll slow down for a moment, let you have a few breaths, but while you do, he’s palming at you, kissing your back or chest, riling you up still. “Shhh, shh, sh, c’mon now. You can take it, can’chya? I seen you do it before… Mhm, that’s it, good girl.”

♡ If it really is too much for you, he’ll hook his arms beneath yours from whichever way you're facing and bring you up to sit in his lap, a heavy sigh escaping him as he snuffs out the nasty compulsion to snap at you. He wouldn’t want to snap at you deep down, it’s just his body seething with need. “Come on, darlin’. Why don’chu take a minute? Here, come.” He’ll hold you to him, tense with arousal, his eyes closing, fighting how exposed the gesture makes him feel.

♡ He’s quite dominating, but the blade of his controlling nature has blunted edges when it comes to you. He can be aloof, snippy, rolling his eyes, but he’ll still kiss you and rub your shoulders or waist as he’s snapping at you. He won’t always say no to you taking some of the control either; though he has to guide you into it or tell you to take control.

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[carlsangel]

CARL GRIMES HEADCANONS (pt.5)

(argument hcs…does that make sense?)

tags: angst to fluff, arguments

masterlist here!

read ghost in the woods here!

✦ so a lot of your arguments start off as playful scenarios, for example you joke around about going on a dangerous run you KNOW is super high risk and he sort of takes it too seriously. things like that or you joke about something you know he’s overprotective of just in general and it just rubs him the wrong way and he HAS to show that he’s serious about it at all means possible. he needs you to know it’s not a joke and to take it seriously.

✦ unfortunately he’s not one to go about it in a very lighthearted way as he feels some sort of urgency to make sure you stay alive. hell offend you in some sort of way saying something along the lines of “you’re not going unless i’m there to protect you.” this to you BASICALLY means “you’re not able to handle that on your own. that’s not how he means it in any way, shape, or form, but you take it that way because of the way he words it to you.

✦ this fight probably would occur somewhere special or comfortable so possibly one of your two bedrooms or even a spot you have outside. whichever it is, the argument officially is declared an argument once you exit the premises 😭 you’re too stubborn and pissed to stay there so you get up and leave. On your way out he’ll follow you, telling you “cmon don’t be like that, i’m just trying to keep you safe.”

✦ that wouldn’t necessarily help, like i said you’re too stubborn so you’d counteract his words with some other excuse explaining how hes basically patronizing you. he’d give up and let you go. he’d remain in his spot for a while, whether it be his bed or against the tree trunk where you guys usually have your conversations.

✦ he would try and figure out where exactly it is he went wrong with the whole thing but he’s so set in his way of thinking that he feels like you’re being dramatic about it. he kinda brushes it off at first and hopes you’ll not care by dinner time. that being said, it took him by surprise that when you both decided to craft your salads together at the island of the kitchen and he chooses to speak to you, you scoffed in his face and walked away to sit at the table.

✦ it sort of upset him and he realized soon after that he’d not want to push it anymore until he figured out what was wrong. the only way he knew how to understand you was with someone else’s help to figure out your perspective. so he went to michonne. he explained the joke you made and his approach on fighting that joke and she sort of cringed.

✦ “to her, it seems like you’re diminishing all that she’s worked for. all the fighting, all the pain. it seems dramatic but you’re making her feel like you don’t have trust that she’s a survivor. you underestimate her strength. that hurts.” she tells him. it all slowly begins to make sense. that’s not how he wanted it to come across at all.

✦ he did know, however, that you’d continue to avoid him at all costs. you tend to avoid things when you’re angry, unless you’re coerced. he knew he had to find a way for you to give him a chance at talking. he also wanted to make it up to you for hurting you.

✦ with all that in mind he went out and asked around alexandria for specific comics and snacks that he knew you liked. he even asked to borrow a DVD of your favorite movie from an old couple that hoarded them in their house. he offered to do whatever house tasks they needed for a day as a trade off. he hoped and prayed this would help get you to listen to what he had to say. he loved you and he needed to reassure you of that.

✦ so, he’d come up to you whenever he got the chance. he knows your schedule, so he just found the best opportunity. he was at your doorstep when you arrived home from your shift on perimeter watch. he had your snacks in hand, along with a comic and the dvd. the first words he says were, “please just listen.” and so you do. “i’m sorry about all this love. really. i never should’ve doubted you when you talked about going on the run, i know you’re capable of handling yourself. regardless of that, i still care about you so much and i just need the extra security that you’re going to be okay.”

✦ he would go on and on about how great of a fighter you are and how much he adores you. he’d even go into all the other things he loves about you like your personality and your looks. he’d explain that he loves you too much to lose you and he never had any ill intentions on the way he worded his worry for you. he never wants to be too controlling.

✦ his cute face and gesture along with his sweet words worked so easily on you. not to mention how quiet and shy his voice got whenever he was being sweet. so you’d invite him inside and slip on some nicer clothes to enjoy the movie and snacks in. you’d cuddle up on the couch and open the snacks, thanking him and kissing on his face all sweetly.

✦ he’d enjoy it thoroughly, returning the sweet kisses all over your cheeks and eyes while pulling you closer by your waist. you two would swiftly fall asleep not too long after that.

a/n: how long has it been… anyway by popular demand (3 ppl asked me where i was) i wrote something!!! enjoy MWAH LOVE U BYE!!! also if it’s buns its cuz i lowkey didn’t proofread it….

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[rivalswrites]

HELLO Could you do headcanons with Magik, Lin Lie and anyone you want with a reader who has ice powers? I LOVE YOUR BLOCK PLEASE KEEP DOING THIS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

How they are with your ice powers!

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

My first request (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Masterlist

Having mystical powers isn't anything new to Illyana, but she won't treat anyone any differently because they do or don't have magical abilities. Her whole life she's been around mutants, so it's something she's used too.

With that said, she doesn't at all mind your powers- and in fact, even enjoys them sometimes. They're very useful to her, in battle and in everyday life. Useful as in she appreciated them and wants to keep you close for that extra support, not so she can straight up use you as a puppet.

Being basically the queen of hell, and just how she is in general, Illyana tends to run a bit on the hotter side, even when it's freezing out. Like a portable heater. And in all honesty? She likes it when you use your ice powers on or around her, the coldness is a nice comparison to how she usually is.

And, in battle she enjoys watching you freeze people, it makes her smile at the funnier moments that happen. She takes advantage of people being frozen, easier targets and all that, but also uses the ice as a distraction for her to come up behind people.

Overall: Illyana appreciates your company, and tends to try and keep you around. Not just for the ice powers, obviously, but they're a bonus.

Ice is nothing new to him, having been on a team with Luna (who famously has ice powers too), but that doesn't mean he pushes your powers off to the side just because he's seen it before.

He actually enjoys seeing what you do with them, how differently you use them compared to how he's seen them be used. Training goes well with him, oftentimes he likes to watch as you practice whatever it is you do with your powers. He likes watching people train, to see if he can incorporate it into his own skills (though there's not much he can do since he doesn't have ice powers).

Sometimes he asks for you to make Ice targets for him to train on.

In battle he tries to stick by you, but he's a very mobile person so it's not always easy. He does check up on you though. Don't take it as something offensive, he knows you and take care of yourself- those enemies didn't freeze themselves- he's just worried about you, as he does with all his friends.

After a long day of whatever it is you two did- be it training, fighting, or even just doing chores- he enjoys sharing a chilled drink with you; courtesy of you. If you fought or trained, he finds it funny that you make his own icepack for him to put on his sore muscles or any bruises he got.

Overall: Lin has no issue with it, and really enjoys being in your company. He knows when he's training for has gotten hurt, he can come to you for help, and he really likes that.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Just had a fun idea but like, what about hcs on how the others would react upon realizing s/o has feelings for Alastor? Like out of everyone they could've fallen for of it HAD to be him kjbgbkjs

Thanks for the consideration and take care of yourself op! Drink water, eat food, and know ur favs adore you!

Everyone finding out that wifey is married to Alastor??? 👀 That's what I heard-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: A little suggestive in the middle bit? Angel helps wifey buy lingerie

Description: ☝️⬆️

You meet everyone at the hotel separately from your husband, so they never make the connection until they actually see you two together

Except Niffty, Alastor just had her trailing behind him one day

"Niffty! This is my darling wife! She is the lady of the house!"

"Neat! I'm gonna go find some bugs!"

"...she's cute, Alastor."

"She's a menace in disguise, my dear~"

When you first met Husker, you were playing cards when he suddenly saddled himself next to you with the kind of confidence that only an overlord has

Luckily, the game was only for fun, the two of you competing against each other in friendly competition

It's a good time between the two of you, you're charming and witty, Husk just eats it up and keeps asking you to play another game

"You're pretty good at this aren't you, beautiful? Do you gamble often?"

You simply hum and politely sip your drink, carefully thinking about how you're going to turn down the overlord

"I don't tend to frequent these sorts of places but my darling husband and I are celebrating so it's a special occasion~"

"Husband?"

"Oh, he's harmless! A real romantic...~"

He deflates a little at the mention of your husband but moves on like nothing happened and that's the last you see of him for a couple of months

That is until Alastor comes home one day looking exceptionally pleased with himself as he sweeps you up into an impromptu dance

"Alastor~! What's gotten into you~?"

"Another victory under my belt, my dear~! You know how you've been saying you always wanted a cat?"

"No?"

"Well, I went out and got you one!"

You barely have time to ask him what he means when suddenly Husk is standing in front of you, looking shocked

"Oh Alastor...tell me you didn't go after him just because he flirted with me a little.."

"Of course not, darling~! I did it beca-he did what now?"

Husk looks around in bewilderment before his eyes land on you wrapped in your husband's arms, pointing at you accusingly

"HE'S YOUR HUSBAND!? You need to look up the definition of HARMLESS cause he ain't harmless!"

You meet Charlie because she quite literally runs into you, tears in her eyes and obviously upset

"I'm so so SO sorry! I-"

"Hey hey...what are you sorry for? Are you okay, my dear?"

You can't help but mother her, wiping away her tears as she tries to excuse her tears as nothing serious

"Would you like to talk about it? I can't just leave you crying out in the street like a lost baby, now can I?"

She sniffles pathetically and nods, letting you guide her somewhere more private

"Y-yes please..."

"Come now, we'll make some hot tea and you can tell me what's got you so worked up..."

You two grow attached to each other after that and make time to meet with each other at least a few times a month

She gets anxious when she hasn't heard from you in a while and calls you whenever she's upset about something, seeking your opinion

You listen to Charlie's problems and try to offer her advice or do what you can to help her feel better, sometimes she just needs a motherly hug

She tells you about her hotel and whether you believe in her dream or not, you support her because she obviously needs it

Other times, you two talk about your respective partners and gossip

"Your husband sounds so sweet! I've got to meet him one day! When he comes back, of course..."

You laugh at her enthusiasm, gently patting her hand to calm the excitable young woman down a little and trying to quell the sadness of his absence

"And this girlfriend of yours sounds like she really cares about you, I'd love to meet her."

You feel compelled to look after her, and Charlie sees you as a source of comfort if not a mother figure to her

So she eventually introduces Vaggie to you because you've been asking to meet her, Vaggie is just excited to meet the famous Y/N

She's heard so much about you from Charlie that she had to see if you were genuine, she had to make sure you weren't using her girlfriend

Only to be taken aback by just how much she ends up liking you, looking to you for advice just as Charlie does

She's geared up, ready to fight, when one day you two are suddenly cornered by thugs out on the street, only to be baffled when you take them out with ease

Just how powerful are you?

"Wait wait wait-how did you pull off that move? I've been trying to learn how to do that for months!"

You're casually fixing your clothes and rubbing your wrist, completely unfazed by the ambush

"It's just a little something I learned from my husband~ Would you like me to teach you?"

"Y-yes! Please!"

She readily accepts, and soon she's just as attached to you as Charlie is, looking forward to the times you agree to spar with her

Her and Charlie talk about how much they love you one night before they go to bed

"So....she's great right?"

"Charlie, I fucking love her."

"Right!?"

You meet Angel at a clothing store, the two of you shopping in the same section when you catch him staring hard at the gloves

"You should try this one, the color compliments you really well, and they're made from a good material."

He jumps in surprise, obviously startled by your sudden arrival, but does genuinely seem to look at the pair of gloves you're pointing out

Angel picks them up and tries them on, seemingly more than pleased with your picks, whatever thoughts that were weighing on his mind momentarily forgotten

"Thanks..! Uh, maybe I can help you pick something out?"

He gestures to the many different lingerie in your basket, you're obviously having a hard time deciding which one to get

You have the decency to at least look a little embarrassed, a soft blush taking over your features and making you look innocent

"Would you? My husband is back, and I just want to show him how much I've missed him..."

Angel guides you to the fitting rooms, obviously excited to be of help, he could be saving a marriage for all he knows!

"Sure thing, doll! You put on each one, and Angel Dust here will tell you which one will knock your man off his feet! If I know anything! It's how to turn a man on!"

Normally, you wouldn't even THINK about showing another man your body in lingerie, but hearing that and having an inkling of who Angel is, you trust him

And it's surprisingly fun! Angel helps you narrow it down to three favorites that are sexy and comfortable, it never once feels creepy or uncomfortable

"Now pose like this when he comes in! Yes! Just like that! Your hubby is gonna lose his mind when he sees you!"

You can't help but laugh, not at all feeling ridiculous but enjoying Angel's antics and enthusiasm

"Thank you, Angel. We should go clothes shopping together again sometime, I had a good time today."

He winks and holds out his phone to get your number before walking away, no longer seeming so...depressed

"And you'll have an even better time tonight! See you later, doll~!"

You two shop together on the regular after that, greeting each other with air kisses and judging people together

"Ugh, do you see the hair on that gal? What an absolute wreck!"

"That hairstyle wasn't even popular when my husband and I were alive...ugh..."

"When am I gonna meet this man of yours anyways?"

"When he stops going to a tailor and agrees to come shopping with me~"

You're laying in bed with Alastor one night, nuzzled under his chin and cuddling in his arms when he suddenly speaks

"You know that little...project I've been working on?"

You're nearly asleep, the feeling of his thumb rubbing your arm soothing you more than he realizes

"Mhm..."

"Well, I was thinking maybe I could take you with me tomorrow...everyone there has been dying to meet you."

You open your eyes to look at your husband, smiling at him as you lean up to kiss him softly

"More people who don't believe that you have a wife? I'll be happy to set the record straight~"

He chuckles and rolls you two over so that he's on top of you, kissing down your neck as his hands push up your nightgown

"I can't wait to show you off to everyone~"

The next day, Alastor takes your arm in his and leads you inside, you're more than a little surprised to see that his project is a hotel

You're a bit shocked to see so many familiar faces in front of you, Niffty running up to hug your leg and Husk giving you a lazy wave

Charlie, Vaggie and Angel are all staring you like you're a ghost, eyes slowly moving from Alastor to you over and over again

Charlie drops her tray of snacks in surprise, rushing up to give you a bone crushing hug while Vaggie stands in front of Alastor as if to protect you

"Y/N! What are you doing here!? Are you here to give redemption a try? Oh, I knew you would come around!!"

You laugh and hug her back while patting her head, gently prying her arms off of you so you can pet Niffty

"It's good to see you too, my dear princess, though I'm here with my husband."

Vaggie's jaw drops, and she whips around to look at you, jabbing a finger at Alastor as you see her trying to digest the truth in front of her

"You! A-and him!? The Radio Demon?!"

Alastor takes the opportunity to pull you back to his side, a loving arm around your waist as you happily lean on him, hand on his chest

"Everyone! This is Y/N, my lovely wife~! Y/N, please tell them all that you're here of your own volition and that you are happily married to the most wonderful demon in all of hell!"

You hear Angel trying to hold in his laughter, obviously flashing back to the many conversations he's had with you about your mysterious husband

"Yes yes, I'm happily married to him and I'm not under any mind control or deal or anything else like that~"

You can hear Vaggie's soul leave her body, Charlie's delighted squeal and Angel's uncontrollable laughter at the sight of you and Alastor rubbing noses in an obnoxiously cute manner

"This is the guy you've been buyin' all those sexy clothes for!? Oh my fuck!! This is too good!"

"I can't believe Alastor was your husband this whole time!! I knew he was secretly a big softie! Oh my gosh! You should hear how he talks about you it's so cute!!"

"...I don't get what you see in him..."

"I don't either, you know that when I first met her, she called him HARMLESS? She's delusional."

"He's a bad boy and she LIKES IT~!"

Your husband looks at you in confusion, gently stroking your cheek

"All this time I spent singing your praises to earn you a decent reputation around here was for nothing? I should've known you'd have stolen their hearts already~"

You smile and kiss Alastor's palm sweetly, earning a chorus of cooing and disgusted noises from your audience

"Actually, I've met everyone here before, darling... it seems we've been unintentionally been keeping our a marriage a secret from everyone!"

Charlie is just so enamored with the way you two interact as a couple, her eyes sparkling whenever she watches you two together

Vaggie is just disappointed in your taste in men and shakes her head whenever you two are affectionate, secretly she thinks it's cute

Angel gets a kick out bugging Alastor about the clothes he helped you pick out, always asking him if he liked the lingerie

Husk is just thankful for the distraction you prove to be for Alastor because then he has more time to himself, encourages you two to go on a lot of dates

Niffty is just crazy as always 😜 She likes you two together though and will stab anyone who tries to separate you two

This one took so long!! I hope you like it!!