crazygalore

[crazygalore]

PREMIUM CONTENT RIGHT HERE. FOOK YEAH!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

Please anything at all Rust x reader would legit heal my soul.

I need Rust with someone who is smart and capable but sweet and loving. PLEASE LET THAT AFFECTION-STARVED MAN GET CUDDLES. 😭😭😭😭

You Know Where You Are

A/N: Rated T ig, fluff for Rust, you are good for him, this will probably be inserted into the long form fic!

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You've slept on less comfortable surfaces than Rust's mattress, though it's thin and the floor is hard and the blanket is scratchy. But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters to you but Rust's softening outline each time a car's headlights breached the slats of the blinds over his shoulder. Nothing but the way his breathing is even, soft, never held or heavy. His eyelids, always half-lidded, now seem so because of this rare pocket of peace and not because he's burdened with some horrific scenery.

Speaking of his eyes, they flutter occasionally, like he's trying to stay awake, but all he does it look at you. Which is fair, because all you do is look at him. It's all you do, but what you want more than anything is to follow the carved marble of his face. Your eyes trail from a muscle in his jaw that twitches, to the tendon it connects to, and then way the tendon disappears into his clavicle. And you laugh at your desired softness for him, and your stark nakedness, and the corners of your mouth lift despite exhaustion.

"What is it?" He asks through a small smile of his own, because your joy is sometimes the only thing that can save him from drowning.

"It's just ironic...you don't much like being touched."

He thinks carefully before responding. "Not unprompted, no."

Your hand, from where it rests between you two, flexes involuntarily.

"May I?"

He doesn't respond, but nods his head. Now, he holds his breath. He doesn't think you'll hurt him, far from it, but that your feather light touch on his volatile skin would shatter it. If that happens, you'd only get injured in the blast.

You raise a hesitant hand, one delicate finger out, and start by tracing a thin line from his brow to his cheekbone. From the first moment you met Rust, you yeared to touch this sharpest part of him, wondering if it could cut. It doesn't, of course. He relaxes almost instantly, the lines on his face fall away and he looks nearly ten years younger. He closes his eyes. He sighs.

Your thumb travels from his brow bone to his hairline, where you brush away a stray copper curl that has fallen onto his forehead. The tickling of his long eyelashes on the soft skin of your forearm proves to be too much so you pull away. But he catches your hand- swiftly, but still gently. Slowly, he raises your wrist to his mouth and plants a sort of half kiss there, mostly allowing parted lips to linger over the thin skin. His warm breath spreads in stark contrast to the chill of the night and your skin raises in goosebumps.

You dare. Lay your palm against the hollow of his cheek and stroke under his eye. His hand travels up and down your arm.

"Is this alright?" Your voice is barely above a whisper. His reply is no reply at all, only gentle breathing. When you eventually move again to pull your hand away, he instead moves it to his chest, right over his heart.

He wants to be felt. He needs to be known. Someone needs to look at him and know he's alive, he's human, he's here.

Your elbow grazes his scars. With his other arm, he draws you closer, now touching you with more care than ever before, and like this, you both drift off into a dreamless sleep.

[crazygalore]

This was such a beautiful, heartwarming and absolutely SCORCHING HOT fic omgs! Thank you a thousand times!!!!! I have had a day™ and needed this so much! Legit you dropped this BEAUTY exactly when I needed it!

Love ya, thank you!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hello! Could I request some "domestic" sort of thingy with Cazador and a kind and gentle reader? Maybe something where they are already in a relationship? Mayyyybe a bit of smut too, if you are willing? Maybe it starts with the reader making sure he's comfortable or something? And it sorta escalates from there?

If the request doesn't inspire you then please just ignore this silly ask. Happy writing and I cannot wait to see what you post next! Love your content. ☺️

Oh hey you ! 🥰 I'll try my best, here's a little blurb. Enjoy ❤️

Cazador X Reader : Claimed by you

The air was heavy with the faint scent of aged wine and wax, mingling with the faint metallic tang that always seemed to linger near him. Cazador sat at his desk, a perfect portrait of composure, the dim light casting sharp shadows across his sculpted features. His crimson eyes scanned a letter in his hand, his expression unreadable, yet you could see the tension in the tight line of his jaw. The same jaw that's pleased you countless times.

You crossed the room silently, your bare feet padding over the cold stone, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He stiffened—not from surprise, but from habit, centuries of survival instincts making him coil like a spring. But when his eyes flicked up to meet yours, the tension bled away.

“Cazador,” you murmured softly, letting your thumb trace idle circles along his shoulder. “You’re overworking yourself again.”

He exhaled through his nose, a sound almost like a sigh, and leaned back into his chair, his long fingers setting the letter down with careful precision. “A man in my position does not have the luxury of idleness,” he said, his tone clipped but softer than usual when directed at you.

“And yet, I’ll still demand it of you,” you replied, your fingers sliding up to his neck, feeling the marble-like coolness of his skin. “Come to bed, I need you.” your hand softly goes down his chest.

His lips quirked into that familiar, sardonic smile. “Such audacity, little mouse. You presume to tell me what I need?”

You leaned down, brushing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, tasting the faint bitterness of wine on his lips. “Yes,” you whispered. “And I’ll keep doing it, my love”

Something in his expression shifted then—a rare softness that he allowed only for you. He rose from his chair with his usual fluid grace, his towering presence enveloping you as he cupped your face in his hands. His thumbs brushed against your cheekbones, his eyes searching yours as though trying to decipher what had drawn you to him.

“Why do you do this?” he asked, his voice a low murmur, devoid of its usual sharpness. “Why waste your tenderness on someone like me?”

You smiled and placed your hands over his chest. “Because I love you,” you said simply. “And because you deserve it, even if you don’t believe it yet.”

For a moment, he said nothing, only studying you in the flickering firelight. Then, without warning, he pulled you into him, his lips capturing yours with a fervor that made your knees weak. His kiss was commanding, yet not without a certain reverence, as though he were claiming you and worshipping you in equal measure.

He guided you backward until the backs of your knees hit the chaise by the fire, and you let him lower you onto the plush surface. He hovered over you, his long fingers tracing reverent lines along your jaw, your neck, and finally the curve of your collarbone.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice low and possessive, the words a promise and a warning all at once. “Every part of you belongs to me.”

“Always,” you murmured in return, your hands sliding into his hair, fingers threading through the silken strands.

His lips found your neck, trailing kisses down to the hollow of your throat. His fangs grazed your skin, just enough to make your breath hitch, but he didn’t bite. Not yet. Instead, his cool tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh, drawing a soft gasp from you.

“Such sweet sounds,” he murmured against your skin, his voice like velvet. “You tempt me, little one, more than you know.”

“Then let me tempt you,” you replied breathlessly, arching into his touch as his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt. His fingers, cool and sure, explored your skin with a precision that left you trembling.

The intimacy of the moment wasn’t just in the touch—it was in the way his eyes softened when they met yours, the way his lips lingered on your skin as though savoring every moment. For all his power, for all his control, here with you, he allowed himself to be vulnerable.

And when he finally pressed his body to yours, capturing your lips once more in a kiss that left you breathless, it was clear: you weren’t just his. He was yours, too.

I am not good at smut, its wayyy too rushed to the point when I try to write it 😂 so my brain naturally counters this by trying to write it poetically...hope it was enough for you darling! 🥰

Siren x

[crazygalore]

Gorgeous as always! ❤️

Twisted Fate: Cazador X Reader

Chapter 8

word count: 1.6k

Y/N woke with a start, the soft glow of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains of her room. Well…Cazadors room she occupies. 

Her body was light, her mind calm, and the dull ache of exhaustion no longer clung to her like a second skin. 

She stretched luxuriously, savoring the rare feeling of contentment as a small smile tugged at her lips. Today felt different—fresh, as if the oppressive weight of her circumstances had momentarily lifted. With a renewed sense of purpose, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, ready to greet the morning and whatever lay ahead.

Y/N moved through the room with a quiet energy, slipping into a simple yet practical outfit. The fabric felt soft against her skin, a stark contrast to the hard edges of her usual reality. She tied her hair back, smoothing a few strands away from her face as she caught her reflection in the tall mirror. 

For a moment, she stared at herself, noticing the faint spark of determination in her eyes. With a deep breath, she adjusted the cuffs of her sleeves and strode toward the door.

The castle was silent as she padded down the stone corridors, the cool morning air brushing against her skin. Her footsteps were light, barely a whisper against the floor, as she followed the familiar path to Cazador's office. 

The flickering torchlight cast shifting shadows on the walls, but for once, they didn’t unsettle her. When she reached the heavy oak door, she hesitated only briefly before pushing it open without a sound, stepping into the room unannounced.

“You,” Cazador said, his voice heavy with surprise as his gaze lingered on her, “up this early? What’s the occasion?” He arched an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

Y/N couldn't help but smirk, her eyes sparkling with a touch of amusement. “What? Surprised I can function before noon?” she teased, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Cazador chuckled, though there was a hint of something darker in the sound. “I’m not surprised you can function at all,” he shot back dryly. “But early mornings? That’s new.” he gave a playful huff.

Y/N shrugged, unaffected. “Figured we could get a head start. You’ve got the map, I’ve got the energy. Why waste it?”

Cazador leaned forward, an intrigued glint in his eyes. “Energy, hmm?” His gaze swept over her with a mixture of wariness and something else—a glimmer of approval that quickly faded into amusement. “Do you even know what time it is?”

Y/N smiled knowingly, crossing her arms as she met his stare. “What, afraid you’ll have to work harder today?” she teased.

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “I’m never afraid of work, my dear,” he said, his voice thick with irony. “But I do appreciate when it comes at a reasonable hour. Not that I’m complaining... just surprised. You usually prefer your beauty sleep, no?”

Her smile widened as she stepped fully into the room, the subtle challenge in her gaze clear. “Today’s an exception. Besides, someone has to keep you on your toes.”

Cazador raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips quirking into a smirk. “I’m not sure I need any help with that, but I’m intrigued to see what you’ll do with the extra hours. Why don’t you lead the way, then?”

Y/N's grin softened into something more playful, and with a subtle tilt of her head, she gestured toward the door. “After you, my lord,” she said bowing and mocking his accent playfully, her tone light and laced with a faint edge of something that almost dared him to take the challenge she presented.

Cazador chuckled again, standing from his desk with a fluid motion, the surprise at her early arrival already fading into something more akin to anticipation. “Very well, let’s see what you’ve got in mind. Lead the way, my... eager companion.”

They exchanged one last look—half-mocking, half-genuine—and with that, they set off, the air between them crackling with the promise of whatever lay ahead.

Cazador adjusted the straps of his backpack with a quick motion, then turned to face Y/N, his expression as impassive as ever. “Our first leg of the journey will be easy enough,” he began, his voice steady, but there was a faint edge to it. “I’ve arranged for a carriage to take us to the nearest city, Blackthorn. We’ll travel in comfort for the first part—if you can call it that.

 After that, however, we’ll need to make our way on foot. There are several smaller towns ahead, but none with proper roads for a carriage, and I’m not about to waste time looking for one that will accommodate us.” He let the weight of his words settle between them before continuing. “We’ll hike from there. It’ll be grueling, but I trust you’re up for it.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her gaze challenging as she crossed her arms. “So, I’m just supposed to listen to one step at a time, and not get the full plan?” she asked, her tone laced with a hint of irritation.

Cazador chuckled, a low, amused sound that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yes,” he said simply, his lips curling into a thin smile. “That’s exactly how it works. Must keep you in line somehow.” He glanced at her briefly, his smirk never faltering. “Trust me, it’s better that way.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed slightly, her smirk matching his. “In line?” she echoed, the word laced with a hint of sarcasm. “If you think I’m entertained by you keeping secrets, you’re mistaken.”

She tilted her head, her posture still unyielding. “But I’ll play along—for now.” Her voice softened just enough to make the words more dangerous than they sounded. “Just don’t think I’m going to follow blindly. I’m not that easily controlled.”

Cazador’s smirk deepened, his eyes locking onto hers with a dangerous intensity. “Oh, I’m not asking you to follow blindly,” he said, his voice low and smooth, laced with a hint of amusement. “I just prefer to keep you guessing. Makes everything more... exciting.”

He took a deliberate step closer, his proximity radiating a mix of dominance and allure. “But don’t mistake my games for weakness,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a more dangerous tone. “I know exactly how to take control when the time comes. And you’ll learn that sooner or later.” His gaze never wavered, the unspoken challenge lingering between them.

Y/N held his gaze, her voice cutting through the air with a sharp, unwavering edge. “I’m not scared of you,” she declared, the seriousness in her tone undeniable, every word a challenge.

Cazador's smirk deepened, his eyes narrowing just slightly as if savoring the tension. He took a slow step back, studying her as though he found her response...intriguing. A flicker of something darker flashed across his expression, but it was gone in an instant. Without breaking eye contact, he gave her a deliberate, almost predatory smile.

“Good,” he said, his voice soft and dangerously calm, the satisfaction in his tone evident. “I’d be disappointed if you were.”

With a final, lingering glance, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, his steps echoing in the silence he left behind, the air still crackling with the electricity of their unspoken exchange.

Y/N stood still for a moment, letting the weight of the interaction settle over her. Her heartbeat was steady, but there was a new tension in the air, one she couldn’t quite shake. After a breath, she straightened herself, her expression hardening with resolve. She wasn’t going to let him have the last word.

She moved towards the door, her steps deliberate, each one measured as she followed him. When she reached the front of the room, Cazador was standing by the door, his back to her, but he didn’t need to turn around to feel her approach. He knew she was there.

His eyes flicked to her over his shoulder, a silent challenge in them, daring her to step closer. He didn’t speak, just stood there, waiting. The tension between them thickened, crackling in the space, as though they were both poised on the edge of something neither of them was ready to admit.

Cazador’s gaze never left hers as he reached for the door handle, his fingers brushing the cold metal with practiced ease. With a single, fluid motion, he pushed the door open, the heavy wood creaking as it swung outward. He stepped aside, his expression unreadable, but there was a subtle tension in his posture—like a trap waiting to be sprung.

Y/N didn’t hesitate, her eyes locked on him as she moved past him, her movements swift and purposeful. She stepped outside, the early morning air sharp against her skin, and approached the waiting carriage.

The vehicle was extravagant yet also practical and quite sturdy. A few blankets were placed on the seats. The horses pawed at the ground impatiently as they prepared to move.

Cazador followed close behind, his presence looming, but he made no move to speak. Instead, he simply nodded toward the carriage door, his eyes glinting with something unreadable.

Y/N climbed inside, taking her seat with a quiet determination. Cazador settled across from her, his eyes still never straying far from her face as the door was shut behind them, sealing them in a shared silence. The carriage jolted into motion, the sound of the wheels turning over the rough ground the only noise between them as they began their journey toward Blackthorn.

The carriage rocked gently as it rumbled along, the silence between them stretching thin. Y/N broke it with a simple question, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. “So…what now?”

Fun fact: This was almost going to be chapter 7! I was editing and thought hmmm I should add more detail. So I made this chapter 8 and completely re wrote chapter 7s plot. I really wanna take my time with this series.

Please like and reblog if you enjoyed :)

siren xo

[crazygalore]

AKSHSASBAK

why is this the most perfect thing ever?????

Thank you so so much for this very unexpected gift!!!!!! Your writing is superb, and I JUST???? melted!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hello! One of your newer fans (yes, FAN) and... I am curious... This is just a question and you don't have to write something specific for it... How do you think Cazador would act towards an s/o (whom he fell in love with, probably not by choice but the heart is fickle) with like... A very very sweet and kind person. Like... basically the mom-friend type. Not nagging, but also the sort who would quietly just kinda tend to his comfort? Someone who will always talk to him with absolute respect and kindness without needing to be prompted, because they are just... like that™. Someone who is basically very much an acts of service kinda person. The castle is chilly? Suddenly he has a blanket on his shoulders as he's sitting at his desk, doing important stuff™. One of his favourite jackets somehow ended up unravelling at the sleeves? He finds it the next day, fixed. Had a horrible day and he is in a sour mood? He gets a gentle hug, no words needing to be spoken just... quietude and emotional safety.

Hiii !

Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing?💕

First of all, thank you so much for your kind words—it truly means a lot to me that you’d call yourself a fan 🥹 

I’m so grateful for your support, and it makes me so happy to know my writing has resonated with you 🥰

I think Cazador being with someone kind and nurturing would be fascinating. At first, he’d likely be skeptical or even unnerved by their kindness since it’s so unlike what he’s used to! But over time, I imagine he’d reluctantly come to cherish their acts of service, even if he struggled to show it….you know one day he’d end up adoring it slyly

Its always easier for me to write when someone wants something specific, my original stories are taking time because I have so many thoughts on the plot…amongst other things lol 

I've written you a little moment ! Enjoy :) 

Cazador X Sweet Reader !

The castle was silent, save for the faint scratching of Cazador’s quill against parchment. He sat at his desk in his dimly lit study, the only illumination coming from a few flickering candelabras on the table. 

The night outside was cold, the frost on the windows thick enough to distort the view of the darkened city below. Despite the fire crackling in the hearth behind him, there was a distinct chill in the room—one he stubbornly ignored. 

The door creaked open softly, and he didn’t bother looking up- knowing exactly who it would be. 

"I thought I made it clear I didn’t want to be disturbed," he said, his voice sharp, yet unconsciously quieter than how he'd speak to anyone else.

"I know," her voice answered, warm and soft as honey.

He paused, the tip of his quill hovering above the parchment. He didn’t turn, though his posture stiffened slightly as she approached. He heard the soft rustle of fabric and the faintest of footsteps, and then—without a word—a thick, velvety blanket was draped across his shoulders.

His first instinct was to shrug it off, to lash out at the presumptuous act, but her fingers lingered lightly on the edge of the fabric, grounding him. He waited to see if there was more she was there for.

"You’ve been working for hours," she said gently while brushing a strand of his hair softly. "It’s cold tonight."

The warmth of the blanket was almost immediate, but the touch of her kindness burned brighter. Another unsettling thought he knew he’d one day have to acknowledge. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, gripping the quill tighter to steady himself.

"I didn’t ask for this," he muttered, the edge in his tone softer than he intended.

"I know," she replied, with no trace of offense or hesitation. "But you deserve it anyway." She softly rubbed his arm before her hands slipped away, leaving only the weight of the blanket and her words behind. 

He finally turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of her retreating figure as she headed toward the door.

She paused there, glancing back at him with a gentle smile. "Goodnight, Cazador."

For a long moment, he stared at the door after it closed, the quiet of the study feeling heavier now.

His fingers brushed the edge of the blanket, where her soft hand once was. It wasn’t just the warmth he noticed—it was the faint, calming scent of vanilla woven into the fabric, a detail he knew she must have added just for him.

He let out a slow breath and turned back to his work. The words before him blurred, the image of her smile lingering in his mind like an echo he couldn’t shake. Frustrated, he slammed the quill down, the sound sharp in the quiet room. His hands clenched into fists, the tension in his fingers a reflection of the turmoil inside him. 

Though he didn’t say it aloud—he didn’t dare—he couldn’t deny the truth of it: for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the cold didn’t feel so suffocating. 

“Damn her,” he muttered, his voice low and venomous, though it faltered at the edges. “Damn her for this... for me.”

Yet even as the words left his lips, his fingers strayed to the edge of the blanket, tracing its soft fabric. The gesture betrayed him—lingering, hesitant, as if seeking comfort he could not name.

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siren xo

[crazygalore]

Not my Pink Sugar wearing butt melting at the last headcanon, while being utterly amused.

Husband!Simon Riley that lurks behind you constantly. in your home, at the grocery store, at a bar - he’s just looming behind you. sometimes he just stands and stares at the back of your head, absolutely smitten that you’re his and he’s yours. he’s not the best with words, but he’s great at following behind you

Husband!Simon Riley that’s silently delighted when you lean against him. he’s sturdy, a wall of a man - he’s cracking a small smile under his mask when you lean into him. he’s wrapping his arm around your waist, supporting your weight as you glance around. he tried leaning against you once, he didn’t tell you and caught you off guard, almost sending you tumbling to the floor

Husband!Simon Riley that likes when you give him mundane tasks. he’s always been good about following through on orders, yours just happen to be less life-or-death than his job. he’ll do exactly what you tell him to do, no comments or complaints. you want him to fold laundry? he’s doing it how you showed him, folding shirts and pants the way you like. you want him to change a lightbulb? he’s already walking to the closet. you want him to give you a kiss? say less, he’s stalking towards you

Husband!Simon Riley that spritzes his clothes with your perfume/cologne. just a little, he likes that he can walk around alone but it still feels like you’re with him. it doesn’t matter what scent it is - floral, fruity, smokey, musky, he’d happily drown in the scent. sometimes he sprays his balaclava with it before he leaves on a deployment, the 141 silently side eyeing each other because they can smell Ghost coming before they can see him

[crazygalore]

*Gulps* squeak squeak🐭? V-viking (great-great-grand) d-daddy?

Imma stay in the shadows because I am shy but I may or may not have ugly sobbed in sheer happiness at your Thorne content. Like... No, seriously. I adore all vamps in Anne's world (only exception being Santino, but I don't hate him, and I respect Santino stans). But Thorne? From the moment his beefy popsicle butt entered the scene I was so in love. SO.IN.LOVE. And you draw him exactly like I imagined him and I just... CRY. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! Talented gorgeous artistic incredible - that's u!

BEEFY POPSICLE BUTT

[crazygalore]

Thank you @minalblood for tagging me. As you will surely notice, I am a depressed edgy witch on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and it fucking shows:

1. I Monster - Who is She

2 Terrance Zdunich - Grace for sale

3. Heilung - Anoana

3. Juda's Priest - A Touch of Evil

4. The Civil Wars - The One That Got Away

5. Amigo The Devil - Hell and You

6. Shawn James - Curse of The Fold

7. Phoenix - Invocatie

8. Bauhaus - Nerves

9. Alessandro Safina - Luna

10. Wardruna - Helvegen

One extra track:

11. Rotting Christ - Ze Nigmar

Tagging: @valeskafics and whoever else wants to do this. 💗

Ten songs + ten people

Rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up, then tag other people.

Tagged by @weaponizedwit

BLAUDZUN - EUPHORIA David Bowie - Rebel Rebel (2016 Remaster) Everlast - What it's Like Kula Shaker - Hush The Hive - Rigor Mortis Radio Mikky Ekko - Watch Me Rise My Chemical Romance - Sleep The xx - Crystalised The The - Dogs Of Lust Murray Head - Say It Ain't so, Joe

No pressure tags: @sailorsally @niko4now @postmodernmulticoloredcloak @bobwess @buckymilf @2sw @drulalovescas @youchangedmedean @annballofyarn @anamelessdragon

[crazygalore]

This had me DECEASED

LOSING YOUR VIRGINITY TO JERRY DANDRIGE HEADCANONS

I dedicate this to @ajokeformur-ray​ 

- OK, so, first and foremost let’s state the obvious here, which is that Jerry Dandrige is an ancient and wise vampire, who has witnessed the rise and fall of many empires in his life. He has tasted grief, betrayal and sadness like no mortal ever could in the short span of their life. So he isn’t exactly prone to falling in love easily, if only because he’s learned firsthand how unwise it is for someone like him to open up his heart to someone he barely knows. That being said, Jerry became attracted to you the moment you two first met, and once it became obvious you returned the sentiment, he became courting you properly. But your relationship was built over time, on a sturdy foundation of love, trust and mutual respect. And I cannot emphasise enough how highly he thinks of you, and how much he adores everything about you - especially your mind and your personality. Like, look, let me be clear here: Jerry is 100% attracted to your body, but we’re talking about an immortal creature here, who’s had quite a few lovers over the centuries. He’s not some hormonal teenager who only cares about your looks, but rather a complex and extraordinary man who craves genuine companionship, and a stable relationship.

- Therefore, communication is legit the most important factor in your life as a couple. Jerry knows and loves you for who you are, and you feel the exact same way about him. So, not only are the two of you utterly comfortable around each other, but you also genuinely enjoy talking to one another about virtually anything. And, just to state the obivious here, but Jerry is a fucking treat to listen to and discuss with - the dude has literally LIVED history, travelled the world and read more than any mortal ever could.

- Not gonna lie, sex was not brought up until much later in your relationship, partly because Jerry is probably demisexual. Like, he kinda suspected you were a virgin long before you told him yourself, but he figured you’d make the first move when you were ready. Which is not to say he didn’t desire you, but rather that he didn’t want to pressure you in any way, and he was perfectly content to wait until you were prepared to explore your sexuality. But it isn’t like physical intimacy was foreign to you guys. Hand holding, cuddling, (dirty) dancing and kissing were the norm in your relationship. Speaking of which, Jerry Dandrige is one hell of a kisser, like holy shit, it’s almost a religious experience to feel his cool and soft lips pressed against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth with sensual and lazy strokes, as if he has all the time in the world to savour your sweet taste. And he never lets you rush it, one strong arm coiled around your waist, and strong fingers gently gripping your chin, effectively holding you in place as you squirm in arousal against him. Naturally, you still try to take over, to turn these sinfully slow kisses into something deeper and messier, but Jerry will simply shush you and whisper soothing words with his lips hovering mere inches away from yours. And Jesus take the fucking wheel, is that supposed to calm your hormones down, cause it SURE AS HELL ain’t working - in fact it makes you wanna jump his gorgeous ancient vampire bones even more. Sexual frustration.jpg.

- He uses the same tactic during slow dances that start super classy and slowly turn downright carnal, his hands slowly mapping your curves, smoothing up and down your thighs and squeezing your ass with just enough pressure to short-circuit your brain. Then, he’d sensually grind against you to the music’s rhythm, nose buried in the crook of your neck, taking in your delicious scent, as whispered praises and sweet nothings would slip past his lips… And then the song would end, and he would part from you with a chaste kiss on your knuckles, smiling politely down at you, dark eyes full of false innocence - like he didn’t just rock your world with his sinful dance moves. In other words, this smug toothy bastard slowly and expertly riled you up, until your poor hormones were like:

- But communication being your guys’ forte, it didn’t take long until you sat Jerry’s gorgeous ass down for a chat, where you confessed you were a virgin, but you finally felt ready to shared your body with him. The way he handled this conversation with so much tact and consideration, only cemented your decision to have Jerry as the first (and only) man to sleep with you. After all, you had saved yourself in hopes of finding the right partner, someone next to whom you could see yourself spending the rest of your life - and Jerry was definitely that man. Of course, he was deeply honoured that you felt this way, and vowed to keep on loving, protecting and cherishing you until the end of time. But in order to make sure your first time together would be truly memorable and enjoyable, Jerry insisted that you talk to him openly about your sexual preferences, curiosities and boundaries. At the end of this raw and vulnerable conversation, he took your hands into his, and pressed a pious kiss on your knuckles, thanking you for being so trusting and honest.

- However, for a few weeks after this discussion, Jerry pretty much acted like nothing ever happened, which both frustrated and confused you, especially when he would diplomatically deflect your attempts at getting down and dirty with him. Didn’t he want you as much as you wanted him? You asked Jerry as much one evening, after yet another failed try to have sex with him - but he dispelled your worries with a passionate kiss on your lips and a reassurance that he yearned with an intensity he’d never experienced before. He pleaded with you to have patience and trust him to take care of everything.

- And, oh boy, did the long wait pay off! You see, Jerry was planning a surprise for you - namely an unforgettable romantic date night, as perfect and beautiful as you were in his eyes. So, while you were away for the day, he pulled the blinds so the sun wouldn’t bother him, and turned the living room into a cozy velvet-draped, flower-clad and candlelit love nest, with a table for two at its very centre. He ordered your favourite delicacies, to be delivered just before your arrival, and the finest wine to compliment their taste. To say you were pleasantly surprised when you returned home would be an understatement - greeted by the lovely aromas of gourmet food and roses, and your lover’s welcoming embrace. Jerry kissed you long and deep, then urged you to go upstairs and change into something more comfortable - which turned out to be a custom made outfit that he had ordered for you in the light of this most special occasion. And, of course, because he knew you so well, those clothes perfectly fit your tastes and your body shape. The ravenous look Jerry gave you, as you joined him for dinner downstairs, was enough to get you all hot and bothered, already squirming in your chair and blushing like a highschooler. 

- The date itself was absolutely perfect, and so very romantic, full of suggestive glances, lingering touches and stolen kisses. After you finished eating, Jerry asked you for a dance which soon turned rather erotic, his hands mapping your body, teasing your breasts, squeezing your hips, gliding over your ass and caressing your inner thighs, so close yet so far away from where you wanted them to roam. 

- This dance, of course, quickly turned into a very passionate make out session, which Jerry insisted on taking to the bedroom. So he carried you upstairs, where he laid you gently on the bed, and helped you undress, while kissing every single inch of newly exposed flesh.

- In fact, he practically worshipped you with his hands and his mouth, scattering lovebites all over your naked body, from your navel to your chest, then your belly, and finally your inner thighs. He lingered there, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips, as you writhed and pleaded desperately for more.

- Ever the gentleman, Jerry complied to your wishes, and touched his lips to your aching core, and began devouring you like a man possessed. His licked, prodded and sucked at your soaking flesh, a growl rattling in his chest as his eyes turned crimson with desire. His canines elongated into fangs, and carefully grazed your sensitive skin, without breaking it. This only added to the delicious pressure building slowly in your lower belly.

- Jerry ate you out until you came screaming his name, and kept going until you lost count on how many times you climaxed.

- Only after he was 100% sure you were relaxed and aroused enough, did he crawl up your body, and pressed his mouth to yours in a searing kiss, then asked your consent to take things further.

- Once you have given him and enthusiastic “yes”, Jerry nestled himself between you legs, and entered you in one swift motion. He muffled your startled moan with another hungry kiss, and stood still for a couple of moments, so you could get used to his girth - then, he started moving slow but deep, inside of you.

- As your arousal grew in intensity, and you relaxed against him, Jerry increased the pace, and slipped a hand between you bodies, and began teasing your clit, while he licked and suckled at the delicate skin of your neck.

- So passionate, thorough and gentle was he, that your first experience didn’t hurt one bit. In fact, it was more pleasurable and beautiful than anything you might have imagined.

- Slowly, yet surely, you felt the familiar pressure of another orgasm building up, and you held unto Jerry for dear life - moaning his name, and begging him to go faster - until the coil in your belly snapped, and you came harder than ever before. He followed suit, holding you tightly in his arms, as he rode the waves of his own release.

- For a while, the both of you lay silent and breathless in bed, lost in each other’s embrace. Jerry whispered words of comfort and praise in your hair, telling you how beautiful you are, and how good you felt.

- Eventually, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to draw you a hot bath. After he washed and dressed you in your pajamas, he brought your favourite snacks and drinks, so you could enjoy them in bed, while you watched your favourite TV show together. 

- You fell asleep in his arms, and woke up the next day, to find a rose on the pillow next to yours, and a lovely note from Jerry, who was taking his daytime nap in his coffin, in the basement.

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Awwwww, no cry!!!! 🥺

JERRY DANDRIGE (FRIGHT NIGHT 1985) TURNING HIS S/O INTO A VAMPIRE (Gender Neutral)

Anon request: Would you be open to writing something with jerry where he’s comforting after you’ve been bit and are changing? Preferably with a male insert, but if not that’s fine too.

Warning: Miiiild nsfw, blood.

- The decision to turn you into a vampire was NOT made on an impulse. In fact, it was something you and Jerry had discussed at length on more than one occasion. And even if you were adamant about becoming just like him, your lover insisted that you really think this through, because life as a nomadic immortal blood drinker could be quite hellish at times. You would have to kill in order to survive, hide your nature from nosy humans and fight for territory against other vampires - not to mention you’d inevitably end up witnessing the demise of everyone you loved in your human life.

- But you knew there was beauty in becoming a creature of the night as well, for you could spend an eternity next to the man you loved most, travel together forever, witness the rise and fall of human empires, and absorb all the knowledge and beauty that this world has to offer - without ever having to worry about running out of time.

- You didn’t exactly have to beg Jerry to turn you, because the thought of losing you was too horrible for him to even ponder. He’s had quite a few lovers over the centuries, but they either feared eternal damnation, or simply desired the power that came with being a vampire. Naturally, with each loss and tumultuous breakup, a part of Jerry’s ancient and wounded soul would turn to stone. That was until he finally met you - someone who genuinely loved and respected him, and whom he adored in return. In this sense, your relationship was the most real, healthy and stable interaction he’s ever had in his long life - and Jerry was wise enough to realize you were quite literally his soulmate.

- Therefore, he set out to make the night of your transformation as memorable and beautiful as possible, so he basically organized a gorgeous candlelit dinner date at home - where you would sample your favourite dishes one last time. Not gonna lie, it was the most emotional and romantic date you two have ever had, full of meaningful conversations, stolen kisses and loving caresses. After dessert, Jerry asked you for a dance to your favourite slow song. Ever the sensual and passionate lover, Jerry obviously had to turn this waltz into a carnal experience that unavoidably ended with the two of you in bed.

- If you thought before that sleeping with Jerry was the most sizzling, mouth-watering and overwhelmingly pleasurable affair, this night was proof that you had barely scratched the surface of his lust for you. Like, seriously, holy fuck, it was like he was desperate to memorize your flushed, sweaty and tear-stained face, while your heart still pumped hot blood into your human veins. You came so many times that, by the time Jerry finally sank his fangs into your neck, you were barely conscious from all the erotic exhaustion.

- The bite itself wasn’t so bad, as you had allowed him to feed on your before. But, man, was the transition itself a goshdang nightmare. Your entire body was on fire - every nerve ending practically twisting in agony like nothing you had ever felt before. Your bones, your skin, your eyes… everything that made you human, was mutating and morphing into something monstrous and devoid of life’s warmth. You felt both tortorously hot and uncomfortably cold at the same time, but you found yourself unble to scream or articulate your pain, because your throat became as dry and raspy as sandpaper.

- Jerry, of course, never left your side, and held you in his arms throughout this entire ordeal, shushing you and whispering words of love and encouragement in your ear. It may have not helped with the physical pain, but as your sire, his simple presence helped ease the psychological strain of your excruciating transformation. So you whimpered and cried in his embrace, your face buried into his chest, as Jerry gently rocked you like one would an anguished newborn.

- Once the transition was complete, and the pain had subsided, you basically fell asleep still holding unto Jerry for dear life. Since dawn was approaching, he carefully carried your slumbering form to the basement, and laid the both of you down into his coffin, your body resting atop of his. And, as his own eyes closed, a loving smile tugged at the corners of his lips. For no longer did he have to live with the terrible knowledge that someday you would die of old age and leave him all alone. Eternity awaited the both of you, and Jerry intended to spend every single moment of it showering you in love, adoration and riches beyond your wildest dreams.

[crazygalore]

Djdhfjdjd thank u, bby!!!!

JERRY DANDRIGE ( CHRIS SARANDON ) ROMANTIC HEADCANONS

SFW

- First and foremost, Jerry would have to really respect and love you in order for you to become his lover. He’d never date someone he deems beneath him.

- He’s a very deep and complex individual, and his love is as immortal, resilient and timeless as he is. Whether you accept to become a vampire yourself, or remain mortal and die of old age, Jerry will respect your decision, and continue to love you until the end of all days.

- Since we already established he’s not a shallow guy, rest assured he’d adore you no matter your appearance and despite your many flaws. If anything, he sees your flaws as marks of your uniqueness, and will love you even more because of them.

- Although he dislikes the term “ sugar daddy ” and its implications…he kinda is one, but don’t tell him that unless you want to be lectured on ancient courtly manners or something. He spoils you rotten, provides for you both financially, physically and emotionally because he loves and respects you, and not because he wants something in return. You are perfect in his eyes - a beautiful work of art in the flesh, a sliver of divinity trapped in human body - so of course he will cater to your every need or whim.

- If you are a history nerd, or simply into vintage artsy stuff, you’re in luck, because Jerry is like the perfect match for you. He will tell you stories of bygone eras, he will gift you jewellery that had once adorned the bodies of fallen monarchs, and your very house will be like an elegant time capsule filled with remnants of epochs long past.

- A very charming and charismatic partner, the kind who feels comfortable in any situation and tries his hardest to make you feel the same way. As we know from the movie, he can be smug and sassy at times, and he has a slightly dark sense of humour. Jerry knows just how to make you laugh and help you relax after a stressful day, and he takes great pride in knowing you trust him enough to let your guard down around him.

- He’s a very chill kinda partner. Even from the movie, it is quite obvious Jerry doesn’t easily lose his patience, and generally prefers to avoid conflict - and that reflects into your relationship as well. Simply put, it’s very hard for you to argue with Jerry, because he will try to calm you down or make you laugh in order to defuse a tense situation. Which is not to say he won’t listen to you - on the contrary, he always encourages you to express your feelings to him, even if they are negative, so that he can avoid upsetting you in the future. Unless he thinks you are being truly unreasonable, Jerry is not above apologising and making it up to you. On the other hand, if you are the one in the wrong, he will gently try to explain his point of view to you. Legit the only time he will get truly mad at you is if you willingly put yourself in the face of danger. He’s already lost a beloved once, and he refuses to let that happen to you as well. Even when he loses his temper, Jerry is quite mindful of your feelings. He might shout, hiss and growl, but he will never try to hurt you physically or emotionally. You are his entire world and he wants to keep you safe and happy, and he’s too old for heated emotional outbursts and arguments.

- PDA??? All the time, anytime, anywhere - so long as it is kept classy. Jerry’s a gentleman through and through. He will hold your hand, offer you his arm, hold you by the shoulders or waist, pepper little kisses on your forehead, cheeks or mouth… But no hardcore making out in public, because he just finds it unbecoming. Unless you guys are clubbing ( if you are into that, ofc ), case in which he’s gonna astound you with how sensually he can move. Not gonna lie, you’ll probably be begging him to take you home and ravish you after a long session of dirty dancing.

- In private, he’s even more touchy. Part of it is because he knows how fleeting life can be, and how precious these moments together are, and he just wants to really enjoy them and bask in the softness of your skin, the scent of your perfume, the gentle lullaby of your heartbeat… He will hover behind you as you cook, have you sit on his lap while you work on your computer, and hold you in his arms as you watch tv on the couch,  read or sleep. His lips are always in your hair, on your cheeks, against your mouth, or buried in the crook of your neck. And don’t worry, he doesn’t bite…unless you want him to, of course. * nudge nudge, wink wink *

- Takes you on fancy dates every Friday night. And if you prefer staying in, he will simply turn your living room into the most romantic setting ever, with scented candles, rose petals and all the shebang. He will order your favourite food, share a bottle of wine with you, and then take you to bed for some extra romance, if you catch my drift.

- The kind of lover how remembers every anniversary or festive occasion, and knows exactly what gifts to buy you. To Jerry, you are like an open book - one that he adores studying and rereading every day. And with each facet and each quirk of yours he discovers, he falls in love with you even more.

- It’s not hard to please Jerry. Just love him, respect him and show him that he means the world to you, and he will be the happiest man in the world. He doesn’t want nor need expensive gifts from you, but rest assured he will cherish any and every trinket you might give him.

- Jerry’s a romantic at heart, so he’s definitely the kind of guy who will constantly remind you how much he loves you and how perfect you are in his eyes, either through heartfelt confessions or through his actions.

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- Very passionate, romantic and sensual. He doesn’t “ fuck ” you, he makes love to you like you are his everything.

- Vanilla and classy between the sheets. If you are into D/s dynamics, it might take a while to convince him to play along. Definitely NOT into daddy kink. If you wanna call him something, try something more refined, like “ my liege ”. In return, he will call you “ sweetling ” or “ my heart ”.

- He’s a switch, so don’t be shy about asking him to bottom for you, because he will do so gladly, and enjoy every moment of it.

- Are you self conscious? Well, no worries, because Jerry is into body worship, and the compliments and sweet nothings he whispers against your skin, as he peppers it with decadent kisses, would put even the most skilled poets to shame. You are his muse, and he is the artist laying his love at your feet.

- He’s very much into dirty talk, but the classy courtly kind. The things Jerry whispers in your ear as he makes love to you are so elegantly raunchy that they could make even the devil blush.

- Prefers positions where he can look into your eyes, kiss your lips and hold your hand. Additionally, he loves muffling your moans with his mouth, drinking in the sounds you make as he makes you cum over and over again.

- Speaking of cumming, his two kinks are edging and overstimulation. He will either make you cry and beg for your release… or bring you to climax over and over again, until you are reduced to a sweaty, trembling and mumbling mess under his ministrations.  

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AEMOND TARGARYEN (HOTD) NSFW ALPHABET

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

I cannot emphasize enough just how much Aemond loves and respects you. You are his equal, his beloved, his life partner… If he bedded you, then he absolutely adores you. Which means, he will do anything you need to feel comfortable and cherished after sex. He’ll have a hot bath drawn for you, and then lovingly clean you up. If you are feeling depleted, then he will gladly go to the kitchens himself, to fetch your favorite foods and drinks. And if you merely wish to cuddle close to him, then the prince will happily hold you in his arms until you fall asleep. It doesn’t matter how soft of rough the lovemaking was, Aemond will insist on taking care of you afterwards.

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

On himself? Probably his hair – a testimony of his Targaryen bloodline. He takes extensive care of it, making sure to keep it clean, luscious and soft.

And as far as you are concerned, Aemond loves every single inch of your body, and will gladly get on his knees and worship you like the ever-faithful devotee he is.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Aemond will only ever finish deep inside of you. Mostly because he finds it distasteful to sully your body with his seed (he doesn’t wish to debase you like that), but also because there is nothing more the prince desires than seeing you pregnant with his child.

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

Before you two were even together, Aemond discovered you pleasuring yourself, whispering his name as you came. Of course, you had no idea he was there, and he has yet to confess to having witnessed the act… However, he cannot help but fantasize about you, sprawled on the bed, legs open wide, leisurely fingering yourself for his viewing pleasure.

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

The only experience Aemond has had before you, was when his older brother practically dragged him to a brothel on his thirteenth nameday. And that is hardly a memory Aemond is fond of. That being said, the prince is an avid reader, and has acquired various (more or less forbidden) texts regarding the female anatomy – in hopes that he would bring his future lover as much pleasure as possible. So, luckily for you, Aemond more than makes up for his lack of experience through enthusiasm, communication and scholarly knowledge. Your body is a garden of delights, and he is an explorer willing to discover its many secrets.

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

Missionary, because he craves the intimacy this position allows – hand holding, getting lost in your eyes, long hungry kisses, the welcoming heat of your embrace… Aemond cannot get enough of it.

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

This man takes himself way too seriously, and is secretly very insecure. So, whenever mishaps happen, he may get apologetic, or even retreat in fear of your thinking he is an inadequate lover. So it’s up to you to make light of the situation, dispel his worries

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

Aemond is a clean, prim and proper prince, so he keeps himself nicely trimmed down there. A trail of well-groomed silver hair extends from his navel to the base of his cock.

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

The prince is a romantic at heart – and loves you more than anything in this world. You are his sun, his moon and stars, his very reason for living. Praises and sweet nothings whispered in your ear, his fingers interlocked with yours, his keen gaze appraising you with utmost adoration… Intimacy plays a huge role in your bedroom activities.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Honestly, Aemond’s sex drive isn’t that high? Don’t get me wrong, he is overcome with desire every time he thinks of you, but… He doesn’t really masturbate that often? On one hand, his forced incursion at the brothel traumatized the young prince to such an extent that the mere thought of touching himself had been a cause of repulsion – and on the other hand, after you two became a couple, Aemond just felt like nothing could compare to the real you, writhing underneath him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink, edging, overstimulation, body worship, soft bondage, classy dirty talk (aka nothing degrading) – giving and receiving. Soft (!!!!) hair pulling – receiving.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The intimacy of your bed chamber. Aemond is NOT an exhibitionist, and the mere thought of being caught in the act makes him nervous (and not in a good way). Besides, you are his and his alone, so he doesn’t want any other man to see your naked form.

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

You??? Like, no, honestly, there mere sight of you makes him weak in the knees. But if you openly express the desire to bed him, Aemond might just lose his composure.

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

Anything that would cause you pain (impact play, choking, etc). Also NOT into degradation – giving or receiving. In Aemond’s mind, you two are equals bound by love and respect. He will never, under any circumstance, denigrate you, and he would very much appreciate it if you returned the courtesy.

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

There is nothing more heavenly to Aemond than the taste of your sweet nectar on his lips, and the dulcet cadence of your desperate moans.  With the incessant flick of his tongue in the right spot, combined with shameless greedy suckles, he can bring you to completion in no time - and he is rarely satisfied unless you’ve come undone several times, with his deft fingers buried inside of you, and his mouth pressed against your throbbing nub.

That being said, the sight of you, kneeling before him, with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock drives Aemond absolutely insane. He never lasts long when you get on your knees, so eager to service him.

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

Depending on the mood, Aemond can be slow and sensual, or fast and rough - but it is always a passionate. To the prince, bedding you is not just a carnal act, but rather the fusion of your bodies and souls.

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

Aemond is a busy man, with many responsibilities to tend to – which means that once in a while, a quick and hot fuck will have to make do. It doesn’t happen very often, though, as he prefers taking his time, and properly savoring every inch of your body.

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

Generally, Aemond is happy to experiment, so long as both of your boundaries are being respected.

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

The blood of the dragon runs thick, and years of rigorous training are paying off. In other words, Aemond can go for several rounds before he is thoroughly spend and exhausted.

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

The prince isn’t exactly familiar with the concept, but he wouldn’t be opposed to using them, if that is something you desire.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends. Sometimes Aemond feels generous enough to give you what you want, when you want it - and sometimes he can be a complete and utter tease, to the point the need to cum becomes almost painful for you. If he is in a particularly cruel mood, though, Aemond will overstimulate you until the mere touch of a feather upon your flesh will cause your entire body to convulse.

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

Low grunts and growls and quiet moans. Reverent whispers of love uttered against the shell of your ear.

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

Though Aemond is not an exhibitionist, he dreams of fucking you from behind, while riding Vhagar. The only reason he hasn’t mentioned it yet is because he needs to figure out the logistics first (a bigger saddle, he suspects, would be preferable).

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

A dragon through-and-through, with a girth to match. Aemond’s cock is long, thick and veiny, slightly curved towards the tip.

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

Before meeting you? Almost non-existent. After meeting you? Impressively high. That being said, Aemond can and will keep it in his pants, if the situation calls for it. No lewd comments and gestures exchanged between the two of you in front of the other lords in the castle. Your love is too sacred to be turned into a spectacle.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After making sure you are clean, comfortable and securely nestled in his arms, Aemond will wait until you fall asleep, so he can admire you for a little while. There is something about the sight of your slumbering self – so sweet and vulnerable – that has a calming effect on the prince. Eventually, he will fall asleep as well, basking in the warmth of your embrace.

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AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEM!READER RELATIONSHIP HCs (SFW & NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW/smut. Didn’t proof-read so.... Ummm, m’yeah Tags: @its-actually-minicika​ (there ya go, bestie)

SFW:

- OK so let's get one thing out of the way real quick: Your status would not matter AT ALL to Aemond. When this boy falls in love, he falls hard, and all logic leaves his brain.

- That being said, it would take time for Aemond to develop feelings for someone. Years of being the target of ridicule forced him to develop a glacial façade. He is withdrawn, and prefers the company of books to that of people, whom he keeps at an arm's length.

- So at first Aemond would be rather cold towards you. Gentlemanly and courteous - but distant. Despite being completely intrigued by you, he wouldn't show it, thinking there is no way that you would be interested in him. He's used to people being repulsed and frightened by his scar, so he would avoid you simply because he doesn't want to get hurt.

- To be honest you would probably find him intimidating at first. Not at all because of his scar, but rather because of his cold aura and the quietly confident way he carries himself. That and the fact that he rides the biggest, oldest and scariest dragon in the realm. (Look, dragons are super cool and I love them, but realistically and personally I'd probably piss myself if I came face to face with one, especially given how unpredictable they are.)

- Slow burn and mutual pining is how things would go for a while. Stolen glances when the other isn't looking, a few pleasantries being exchanged here and there, and a lot of built up tension between the two of you.

- Surprisingly Aemond would be the one to crack first. Because eventually he'd notice the way you look at him - not with repulsion, or pity, or greed, but rather with admiration and affection.

- The fact that you get on well with both Alicent and Haelena only adds to his already high opinion of you. You, his love interest, having a good relationship with the two most important women in his life is honestly so important to Aemond.

- That being said he would "test you" at first. Not out of malice, but he has been bullied and hurt so many times that he wants to make sure you won't end up breaking his heart.

- So one day, he'd conveniently "forget" to put on his eye patch, just to see your reaction to the full extent of his scar.

- By then he'd be somewhat familiar with your daily routine (because, let's face it, months would have had to pass for Aemond to even consider his budding feelings for you). So he'd know that you spend most of the time in Haelena's private quarters, happily keeping her company and playing with the children.

- So he'd simply walk in, pretending he has something to discuss with his sister. Even if his gaze would remain fixated on you, hawk-like and seeking any sign of disgust on your face.

- Not gonna lie, at first you would be a bit shocked - but only because you've never seen Aemond without his eye patch on. But your expression would shift into one of fascination almost immediately. Because yes, that scar looks painful and you'd like nothing more than to kiss it better, but also... He has a pretty sapphire replacing the missing eye. 

- You'd be giving him the bedroom stare without even realising it. Like it would be so obvious your brain stopped working for a few moments there. Legit no thoughts, smooth, no wrinkles, flatline. Just a chorus of little chubby cherubs singing Aemond's name somewhere in the depths of your subconscious.

- And just like that, the prince would know that you are as attracted to him as he is to you...

- Cocky gorgeous motherfucker mode activated. It's officially flirting season. Have you ever seen Aemond flirt? I mean, nobody has but you're about to witness it full force from the receiving end. Spoilers: He's insanely good at it. Which shouldn't surprise anyone, given his passion for reading.

- It would all start with a knowing smug smirk. Honestly, were it anyone else, you'd find that overconfident expression so annoying. But this is Aemond Targaryen, and you've never seen his gaze light up like that.

- Let's not forget this man is a prince, highly educated and also a momma's boy. So he'd want to court you properly, like the goddess you are, no expenses spared. Clothes, jewelry, books, and your favourite sweet treats - you'd find them in your room. Each present would come with a beautifully handwritten note from Aemond.

- And he would seek you out more and more, until you two would develop a routine of sorts: morning strolls through the garden, enjoying breakfast together. You would sometimes join Aemond for his daily lessons, or watch his training sessions with Criston Cole.

- By then the Greens would consider you part of the family. Haelena would call you "sister", Alicent would treat you like a daughter, and even Aegon would be (somewhat) nice to you. Otto Hightower, biggest scheming bastard to have ever schemed - would take a genuine liking to you. As in he'd have a bitch assassinated for his granddaughter in law (cause, look, knew you and Aemond are meant for each other from the moment he met you, he's an observant old shit mkay).

- Aemond, reading to you, Haelena and her children every night. Like a story time of sorts, if you will. An innocent enough gesture, but his voice is just so raspy, yet velvety - a soft timbre, that commands attention. Not to mention Aemond would look absolutely stunning in the candlelight - silver hair spilling on his shoulders like molten silk, his striking profile concentrated on the pages of a book, his mouth bearing the slightest hint of a smile.

- Ok enough with the slow burn, let's get to the good stuff:

- The first time he would make his affections publicly known would be during a ball. You'd be wearing one of the dresses Aemond had gifted to you - specifically tailored to enhance your natural body shape, embracing every curve and falling down your hips in a cascade of lustrous silk. You know, the sort of dress that manages to look both classy and seductive. Aemond himself would look dashing in his finest attire, all princely grace and youthful strength. All night he would be by your side, one hand placed delicately on the small of your back, letting every man there know you are most definitely taken. And you would dance together, and talk, and laugh... It would be the first time Aemond feels at ease at a formal event. No longer paying any mind to the judgemental stares cast his way, or the cruel gossip about his scar. Because you are there, making him feel cherished, desired and admired.

- Once you express your wish to retreat for the night, Aemond would escort you back to your chambers, like the perfect gentleman he is. And although he wouldn't expect anything in return from you, the chaste kiss you would place on his scarred cheek as a parting gift would make his heart ache with joy and desire.

- So before you could turn around and disappear into your quarters, Aemond would sneak an arm around your waist, and swiftly press his lips to yours in a gentle union. He'd cup your cheeks in his hands as if you were the most precious thing in the world, and taste your sweet mouth like a connoisseur sampling the finest of wines.

- Aemond’s kisses are very deep and passionate, yet gentle at the same time. His lips are so soft, warm and addictive. He’s the sort of lover who always leaves you craving for more - always retreating before things can go too far. 

- Makeout sessions in the library, in the garden, fleeting pecks on your cheek when he passes you by.... This man can’t get enough of you, to be honest. That being said, unlike his brother, Aemond is very discreet, and prefers to engage in this sort of intimate acts when there is only the two of you.

- Very touchy, but gentle. He loves holding you in his arms, and laying his head on your lap. He’ll hum in contentment if you play with his hair, or stroke his face. Babyboy is addicted to cuddles. He will spoon you in bed, bury his nose in your hair and fall asleep like that. It’s the closest thing to paradise Aemond has ever experienced. Cuddling the prince is especially nice because honestly he smells amazing - clean, woody and musky, with the barest hint of smoke.

- I hope you like oversized lizards because Aemond will 100% introduce you to granny Vhagar. To be perfectly honest, the first time you met her, you were positively pissing yourself - like the only reason why you didn’t run in the opposite direction was the prince’s gentle hold on your hand. 

- You might not be a Targaryen by birth, but old girl Vhagar ends up adoring you. You’re so small and adorable in her eyes (but like, all humans are small when compared to a Behemoth like her). And she can sense just how much you mean to her rider, so she’s also extra protective of you. And so is Aemond in case that wasn’t obvious.

- Did I mention your prince is a big simp? Legit he just loves everything about you, and you can do no wrong in his eyes. Will address you as “my lady” and fuck up a bitch if they so much as look at you the wrong way.

- Aemond would 100% want to marry you - with or without his family’s approval. Luckily he need not worry about that, because Alicent is very supportive of your relationship. She’s never seen her younger son so radiantly happy before, and that means the world to her. Aegon himself would encourage his little brother to propose to you.

- The actual proposal would be incredibly sweet. Aemond would be super secretive about it, planning everything quietly for weeks. One day, he would randomly (or so it would seem) ask if you would like to go riding with him, and of course you would eagerly accept. Because let’s be honest, you would trust the prince with your life, and the prospect of riding an actual dragon is pretty darn exciting. He’d keep the destination a surprise, though. 

- After a glorious flight around King’s Landing, Aemond would direct Vhagar to one of the verdant hills flanking the city. Once there, he’d chivalrously help you off the dragon’s back - only for you to notice that a little picnic had already been set up for the two of you. The blush on your cheeks, and the pure joy in your eyes would make Aemond’s heart flutter almost painfully - making him wish he could be the source of your happiness until his last breath.

- Your would share delicious food, talk, laugh and enjoy one another’s company. But Aemond would seem uncharacteristically nervous, flustered and unable to look you in the eyes. And you would worriedly ask if he’s alright. The prince would give you an almost sheepish smile, take both of your hands into his and bring your knuckles to his lips. He’d tell you how happy you make him, how every moment spent with you is a blessing from the gods, and how you presence has soothed the storm in his heart. Then, he’d admit that he cannot imagine a life without you, and finally ask you to tie your destiny to his, and become his wife. 

- Not gonna lie, Aemond is secretly very insecure, so he would be fully prepared for a rejection. But the moment you would accept, practically jumping in his arms and almost toppling him over, he’d feel like a fucking god. Here is the most beautiful woman in the entire world (because that is exactly what you are to him), and she is all his, to love and protect, to cherish and worship. Aemond would kiss you like he’d never done so before, hungry and all-consuming like dragonfire, and present to you a gorgeous golden ring with the Targaryen sigil on it. It would fit perfectly on your finger, as if it was always meant to be there.

- Alicent would greet you both back at the castle, and engulf you in a warm motherly hug, welcoming you into her family. Because of course she’d known all along what her youngest son had planned for you, and she was genuinely proud and happy to call you “daughter” from that day forward.

- The wedding itself would be a lavish event, attended by everybody who is anybody in Westeros and beyond. No expenses would be spared, and your wedding gown would be a work of art, practically sewn on your body, enhacing your natural shape. And Aemond - my gods, he would be a vision in his ceremonial attire, radiating power and the self-assuredness of a dragon. The wedding rites would be performed in accordance to the tradition of old Valyria, a communion of blood between bride and groom.

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- OK, just to get this out of the way, Aemond would adamantly refuse the bedding ceremony. He’s not gonna have his lady wife disrespected and turned into a spectacle. And, to be perfectly honest, he wouldn’t want to be turned into a spectacle either. 

- So, after the wedding celebration, your husband would lead you to your shared chambers, and make sure to let you know nothing has to happen, if you don’t feel ready for that. You would hush him with a kiss, and tell him just how eager you are to spend the night in his arms.  

- Aemond would smirk against your lips, allowing his hands to wander all over your gorgeous body. You woulld undress each other slowly, admiring every inch of exposed flesh.

- This man had never been more grateful for having been dragged to a brothel by Aegon than he is now. On one hand, he wishes this was also his first time, but on the other hand... He knows how female anatomy works, and what would bring pleasure to a woman??? Not to mention he’s probably been reading some very naughty and restricted books in preparation for this night, just saying. Dude does his homework, thank the Gods. Being teacher’s pet and a scholar never paid off more than now.

- First thing Aemond does after laying you on the bed is kiss a slow sensual trail down your body, from your neck, to your chest, to your belly...Lower, lower, until his lips find your core. 

- King of eating cunt, I don’t make the rules. He’d start slow, with soft long licks that send jolts of electricity throughout your entire body. The taste of you, the noises you make, the bucking of your hips - they’d drive Aemond feral pretty quick. He’d practically bury his face in your pussy, and devour your like a starved man, piercing your entrance with his tongue, as the tip of his nose presses against your clit. Low growls would rattle deep inside his chest, sending vibrations to your very core. 

- I’m pretty much tempted to say your first night together would pretty much be spent with Aemond’s head between your thighs, and his deft fingers expertly stretching your cunt. You would be a bebbling, trembling mess - overstimulated and misty eyed. Actually, no, this IS how your first night together happened. It’s all about you, and Aemond definitely doesn’t end up cumming from the sound of your desperate moans alone. 

- Don’t worry, though, because you’ll have time to make it up to him the next night, when your husband shows you how to pleasure him with your hands and your mouth.

- When he does end up taking your maidenhead, though, Aemond makes sure to prepare you thoroughly. Edging you for hours, until you are relaxed, extremely aroused, and practically begging for release. It would still be a little painful at first, but nothing like the horror stories you’ve heard from your fellow lady friends, or the septas. 

- The prince would set a torturously slow pace at first, allowing you to adjust to his girth, as he buries his cock to the hilt into your cunt over and over again. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin would fill the bedroom, punctuated by your needy whimpers and Aemond’s deep grunts and growls. And once you plead for him to go harder, your dutiful husband will proceed to fuck you into the mattress with enough force to make the bed rock. The tip of his cock would hit that sweet spot inside of you with each deep thrust, prompting your walls to flutter around his girth as wave upon wave of intense pleasure washes over your entire body.

- Turns out he’s a pro at whispering filth in your ear too: “You’re taking me so well, issa jorrāelagon (my love)” “So tight and wet for me.” “My good dirty girl.”

- This man is a giver, so he won’t cum before you do, even if he feels like he might actually die with the way your cunt is gripping at his cock. It’s a delicious torture he is more than happy to endure, though. 

- Climax would hit you full-force, stealing the air from your lungs as your body goes rigid. The pleasure would be more intense than anything you’ve ever felt before, and you’d find yourself clinging to your husband for dear life - his own trusts becoming more erratic with each spasm of your tight sweet cunt. It wouldn’t take long at all until Aemond spills inside of you with a hoarse grunt, before collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.

- Once the aftershocks would subside, the prince would roll the both of your over, so that you would be laying with your head on his chest. You’d fall asleep to the sound of Aemond’s heartbeat, and the gentle caress of his fingertips on your shoulder. 

[crazygalore]

DATING DWAYNE (THE LOST BOYS) HEADCANONS (SFW & NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW, minors don’t interact!!! Mentions of blood and death and violence!

SFW:

- Massive Papa Bear energy. Like, legit, the chillest, most grounded member of the Lost Boys gang. Protective, nurturing, not a big talker but a great listener. Legit the only time Dwayne gets genuinely angry is when the people he loves are being threatened.  - If you’re a vamp and you can handle yourself, fantastic, he’s gonna proudly admire you defending yourself, but if you need help, he’ll step in. If you’re (still) human and someone tries to mess with you? They’re dead. Even if you could potentially handle them yourself, you won’t have to. It’s not that he doesn’t trust your abilities, but in Dwayne’s eyes, humans are fragile, ok? He doesn’t want you to get needlessly hurt. - Very supportive of you, your interests and your hobbies. And he’s a bit of a sugar daddy about it: Whatever supplies you might need, it’s already been taken care of. This man’s observant, ok? He has learned your tastes, so he knows exactly what sort of presents you would like. And he doesn’t need a reason to shower you in gifts either. Usually you’ll find them in your room, neatly placed on your bed. No note, no nothing, but you know who they’re from. - Speaking of hobbies, I feel like he’s the craftiest of the boys. He’ll carve little trinkets for you out of wood, stone or bone (just don’t ask how he got it, ok), and make jewelry for you to wear. - Also if you ever give him a present, this man will treasure it for the rest of eternity. Like legit, I wouldn’t wanna be the idiot who ends up breaking that gift by accident, cause LORDY they’d die a painful death... Unless it’s one of his brothers, case in which they might get away with their life by the skin of their fangs.  - I fully support the fandom’s take on Dwayne as a voracious reader. I think it perfectly fits his personality. His corner of the cave is filled with books. And they are not aesthetically placed on shelves. They occupy the whole space, stacked on the floor, crammed on bookshelves and every available piece of furniture. And no, Dwayne doesn’t have a preferred genre. Anything from philosophy, poetry and the classics, to horror novels and bodice rippers - so long as they manage to keep him engaged.  - There is nothing better than laying in bed with Dwayne, head resting on his chest, as he reads to you in that gravelly suave voice of him. He’d hold the book with one hand, and stroke your hair with the other. And his cold undead heart melts each time you fall asleep in his arms.  - When I said this guy is a huge Papa Bear I wasn’t lying. He’s pretty much Laddie’s father figure, and generally the big brother of the gang. David may be the leader, but Dwayne is the one all the boys come to when they need help, advice, or someone to talk to. And, of course, he’d turn to mush if you had a motherly personality yourself. As a human, it had been his dream to marry and start a huge family - but, alas, he got turned before that dream could become reality. But you, Laddie and the Boys are his family now, and he would genuinely die protecting all of you. - The most gentle AND gentlemanly boyfriend you could ever ask for. PDA is a must, but is kept very respectful in public. Hand holding, offering you his arm, a peck on the cheek or the forehead... All that lovey dovey stuff. The sort of guy who would randomly buy flowers for you. Also, you’d be riding with him, and only him. Ain’t no chance he’s gonna let you wrap those loving arms around another Boy’s waist.  - Friday nights are the desginated date nights. He’ll take you to a nice diner, or to the movies - and get ALL your favourite snacks. Only the best for his baby, OK? - A loyal and dedicated lover. Dwayne isn’t the type to give his heart to just anybody. So if you guys are dating, then it means he is very serious about this relationship. Basically you are the one he wants to spend the rest of eternity with. You are his world, his everything, and he doesn’t want to imagine a future without you. - That being said, Dwayne is not the type to throw around the words “I love you” all the damn time. And don’t get me wrong, he is not ashamed of his feelings or anything. It’s just... he believes this is a very special phrase, and shouldn’t be turned into something meaningless. When he says it, however, you can tell by the look in his eyes and the breathlessness in his voice that he truly means it. - Legit the rest of the Boys think you are the luckiest person in the world for having managed to win Dwayne’s soul - and tbh they are not wrong. His love is as steady as a mountain, and as deep as the ocean. He adores you for who you truly are, and there is no reason for pretending when you’re around him. Dwayne sees you, the real you, and is completely besotted with every aspect of your personality. Every single night, he thanks all the gods of this world, for having brought the two of you together. - The Boys would be your family. They’d welcome you with open arms, and see you as their sister. Especially once they realize just how happy and content Dwayne is in your presence. Because look, as the oldest of the Boys, he had also been the loneliest. He had lost so much, witnessed so many horrors and experienced centuries’ worth of pain. Meeting his brothers had been one of the happiest moments in Dwayne’s eternal existence. But not even that pales in comparison to the joy you have brought into his unlife. - Dwayne might not be the funniest of the brothers, but he is by far the wittiest. Dry humor and (dad)puns are his thing. And he’s had decades upon decades to master them.  - Can be a bit of a tease at times, but wouldn’t take it so far as to genuinely upset you. And would 100% love it if you responded in kind. - Sexy and he knows it, and will use it to his advantage. Which makes sense, for a dude who has his mantiddies on display at all times. Admiring him is highly encouraged and appreciated. 

NSFW

- Sensual and passionate AF. Will leave you breathless every single time. - Dwayne’s a giver in bed. He won’t stop until you are a mumbling, trembling, shaking and twitching mess underneath him.  - Centuries of experience made him rather perceptive. It didn’t take long until he had learned all your sensitive spots and turn-ons. - Pretty much vanilla. Although he is into soft bondage. - Praise kink that goes both ways. - Very into body worshipping. You’re his world, and he’ll convey that with every touch, kiss and caress on your body. - NOT into degradation, impact play and being overly rough with you. He’s a romantic at heart, ok? He wants to lift you up, not drag you down. - Not overly vocal, save for whispered words of love and a few grunts and low growls. - But if you are into that kind of thing, you can talk it out with Dwayne. Man is king of comunication and consent. You guys can figure it out, while being mindful of each other’s boundaries.  - Bloodplay... but like, because he is into biting you during sex. All consensual, of course. His bite can be very enjoyable, if he wills it so - which he does with you. Will usually bite you as you’re nearing climax, because it can enhance the pleasure for the both of you. Your blood tastes the sweetest when you are drowning in the pleasure he gives you. - Please stroke and pull at his hair. Dwayne will instantly become putty in your hands if you do that.  - He’s a switch, so if you ever want to take control in bed, that won’t be an issue at all. If anything, he finds it incredibly hot when you fuck him into the mattress. - Aftercare is a must. No matter how gentle lovemaking has been. Dwayne simply enjoys pampering you afterwards: cleaning you up, bringing your favourite snacks and drinks, cuddling with you.... He lives for that sappy shit, ok?

[crazygalore]

D'you ever just like.... Binge read an entire blog and start uglysobbing. Because that's me with your works.

The fact that you write for Dwayne (Lost Boys) legit had me weak. I have been in love with this mofo since I was like 14 (and I'm 27 now, so if that's not dedication idek what is) and you... FED ME. And your take on Dwayne is legit how I imagined him, like isn't it just fantastic when you read a fanfic that just makes your brain go "DING DING DING DING JACKPOT" that's me with your Dwayne content, I wanna cry.

If I may, but like please ignore this suggestion if it doesn't inspire you ... I am short af, like 4'11"(1.50m) kinda short, and I am kinda curious... How would Dwayne feel about that? Like how would he act around a very short partner? Is he the teasing type, the protective type, the "ur adorable" type... Does he have a size kink? Would he develop one? ;v;

Again, please just ignore this part of my message if you don't feel inspired by this little suggestion/idea/thing!

And plz keep posting your stuff because your blog legit helped me get out of a very nasty depressive episode and I cannot thank you enough for this!

First off let me just say that I am so freaking honored! Like holy crap! Dwayne the one boy I struggled to write when I first started writing about them, and to hear someone say that I nailed him perfectly to how they imagined him is just 🥹🥹. I'm also so glad that my stories helped you out of your depressive episode. As someone who has them herself I always wanna be able to help others through theres.❤️

Now on to the ask! (Never written a short reader before because I myself am 5'7-5'8 but I'mma try lol)

Warning: HINTS AT SMUT AT THE END

Dwayne is all three types when it comes to his shorter s/o. He's protective upon meeting you because in his mind, your height makes you more vulnerable to things, even if you are a little spitfire (like Marko) in his mind he still needs to use his own height to protect you. He will be your sword AND shield so you don't need to worry.

He also finds you absolutely adorable, especially when you have to ask him for help to reach stuff, it's no secret amongst the boys that Dwayne loves to be needed, it's like a drug to him, so that being said, he will be a cheeky shit at times and put stuff he knows you'll want, higher up so you have to come to him, with that adorable pout and ask in the sweetest voice.

"Dwayne can you help me?"

Cause you don't even know that you already have him wrapped around your finger.

He won't start teasing until you're a little ways into the relationship. It starts with little things, asking in a teasing voice "need something baby?" Other times it's "it's so cute when you stand on your tiptoes to kiss me. On more than one occasion he has easily lifted you up so you are at eye level with him, smiling that teasing smile and saying "there, isn't this easier baby? No need to strain your neck".

He loves how when you're out on the boardwalk he can wrap you in his arms, chin resting atop your head and feel like he is totally shielding you. How your body fitting so snuggly in his arms.

He never thought he had a size kink until he met you, but he soon realized he was wrong. The way his hand will totally eclipse yours when he holds them, how he can easily cup your cheeks and pull you close, his lips bruising your smaller ones. How easily you fit into his lap, either just relaxing so he can read to you, or during...other times.

That was another area his newly found kink came in. Seeing you taking him every time has his head reeling because he honestly is shocked when you take him. It always leaves him gasping and groaning, eyes locked on where you're joined, unable to look away.

Overall Dwayne will absolutely cherish you! Because you are his Princess/Prince and he would do absolutely anything for you ❤️

[crazygalore]

DATING CHARLES XAVIER HC’s (NON-MUTANT READER)

- You couldn’t have asked for a more gentlemanly and considerate partner. Simply put, you are Charles’ entire world, the love of his life, the one and only for him - and he makes sure to remind you of that every single day. Which, to be honest, is such a confidence booster, especially in those moments when you are dealing with self-doubt.

- Charles never uses telepathy on you, without your express consent. On those occasions when you’ve given him permission to do so, though, it’s pretty darn awesome. Like, being able to have private conversations across a crowded room, and him knowing exactly how you feel at a specific time - all without having to say a word to one another - can be very nice from time to time.

- As calm and in control as he is, there are moments when Charles can’t fully restrain his ability. Which means that he can probably feel when you are dealing with very strong emotions, because your thoughts tend to be pretty loud whenever that happens. He doesn’t mean to pry, though, and will apologize for it later. On the other hand, his powers come in handy when you are upset, because Charles knows exactly how to comfort you in those moments.

- Overall, I would say your relationship is pretty balanced, because he can help you, and you can return the favour by taking care of him. Being physically disabled, it’s difficult for Charles to dress on his own, bathe himself, or get out of bed and into his wheelchair. And you are more than happy to assist him with these mundane tasks. Your help is deeply appreciated, and never taken for granted. 

- In my ideal world of headcanons, Charles never shaves his glorious mane. And, by god, he loves it when you play with his hair - he finds it relaxing.

- This boy is a smooth romantic mofo. I’m talking dinner dates every Friday night, compliments that make you weak in the knees, and so much flirting and teasing. Which shouldn’t surprise you, given that he used to be quite the ladies’ man back in his college years.

- He’s an illegally good kisser. Like, seriously, it’s like his mouth is making love to yours - his warm soft lips caressing yours, and his sinful tongue gliding sensually against yours. It’s goshdarn addictive, and has the unfortunate side-effect of making you very horny, very fast. Good luck finding your coordination after a make-out session. The expression “being kissed silly” comes to mind. And, yes, Charles is very smug about it.

- The amount of responsibility this man carries on his shoulders is huge, so please remind him to rest and take care of himself once in a while. And, while you’re at it, smooth down the worried frown between his eyebrows with tender smooches. You’re literally the only person Charles will listen to, when it comes to taking a break from his work.

- Your favourite couple activities include reading, watching movies, going on relaxing walks, and having long conversations about anything and everything.

- If you imbibe, know that he can and will drink you under the table. A drunk Charles is a fun Charles. He’s even flirtier than usual, and will whisper dirty things in your ear.

- Arguments between the two of you are rare and extremely annoying, mostly because of his telepathy. He never, EVER, loses his cool, and simply tries to calm you down, or make you smile, to defuse the situation. And he succeeds every single fucking time, the prick.

- Charles Xavier is a pacifist, but he can and will punch a bitch in the face for you. If anyone ever upsets or harms you in any way, he will know, and will make them deeply regret it. He protecc and he attacc.

- The Cuba incident has left Charles paralyzed from the waist down, which unfortunately means that he cannot have intercourse. However, he knows how to put that sinful mouth to use, and is quite skilled with his fingers. He derives his pleasure from yours, through his telepathy. Every ounce of ecstasy you feel in those intimate moments is shared between your minds, transforming a physical act into something magical and precious.

- Speaking of which, Charles can literally mindfuck you. And, yes, he’s used his powers to tease you in public more than once. Not cool, Charles, not cool... But also, it kinda is.

[crazygalore]

I would love to request some general fluffy/romantic head canon’s with our boy Gabriel because I’m soft and he deserves love, dammit. No rush on this, just had to get it outta my system.🖤

On it, my lovely friend!!!!

I will publish some Gabriel stuff this weekend! I apologise for the long wait, but work has been absolute HELL and I was legit exhausted during this week!!!!

[crazygalore]

Your Gabriel fics are ✨exquisite✨, do you have any more in the works?

HELLO BEAUTIFUL NOONIE!!!! I SURE DO!!! I will publish them during the weekend, as my week has been absolutely SWAMPED with work!