#“ TAKE A DEEP BREATH╰❁╮ HEADCANONS. ”

[kosherkitsch]

yeah,,, so for anyone thinking about doing this, don't

anyway, here are all of my sprunki designs and headcanons! subject to change, especially with characters like funbot and sky who i haven't really fleshed out.

i would LOVE some asks for these characters, so please reach out! especially if you want to know more about their relationships or traits

[candycryptids]

"How's it feel to be back home, Mochi? I'm sorry the circumstances aren't very celebratory, but... at least you're finally in the city?"

"The air is so tense, it feels so different from when I was a kid, and it's like everyone is hibernating or hiding... what's that look for, love? You look like you've seen a primal-"

Kizuna is from @dustedbooksandreadingnooks

[Part 2] <- Part 3 -> [Part 4]

[darthkote]

Actually can't believe they'll give us an episode like Rookies and show us rishi outpost and not tell us every single detail of each clone on the damned moon like-

[misanthropicgardener]

mostly i keep thinking about the line "take a deep breath. there's nothing left to worry about." flowey says that to chara. he was there when chara made The Plan. he knew they wanted to free everyone. everyone is free now, it's okay. take a deep breath, there's nothing left to worry about.

[virtualflowerbatathlete]

Annabeth Chase is a girl kisser

[eywaseclipse]

I post a lot of fluffy headcanons and adorable scenarios, but plot twist your writers need a little bit of love too! Hehe. January was personally so rough for me. Awful in every aspect. I woke up at 3 am yesterday with my heart pounding and having a bad anxiety attack out of nowhere. So I got up, iced my face, put some peppermint oil on my wrists and temple. Hopefully if people are struggling this works too. I listen to some meditation music as well. But yes your fave writers struggle a lot behind the scenes. I’m hoping February will be kinder and filled with positive energy 🌱✨

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

I headcanon Kaisa as being just slightly hypotensive. I’m thinking normal blood pressure around 11/7. Most importantly, I headcanon that occasionally it may drop and she knows, but doesn’t do anything about it.

So sometimes she’ll be in the library, and will be on her feet for too long, or maybe it’ll be too hot and she hasn’t let go of her cape, or maybe she even has been so caught up in her job that she hasn’t eaten or drink water in three hours. And she’ll begin sweating, and ignore it. Then she’ll feel lightheaded, and think it’s fine. And then her eyesight will get hazy, and she’ll think ‘nah, I can take it’. Then her hearing will sizzle and her mind will spin and she’ll still do nothing. And if someone’s nearby they’ll begin noticing she’s pale and unresponsive, and that’s because she’s trying to not fall down and wondering why she’s seeing dark spots. But mostly, that probably happens when she’s alone, so when she refuses to sit down and drink water/eat/lie down, she’ll just faint for a bit (on the hardwood floor. Ouch.) and get back within a couple of seconds (and just go about her day like nothing happened)

Anyway the place I’m trying to get to is: imagine Kaisa is hanging out with the Hilda gang for some reason, and at some point they notice the blood draining from her face and her eyes going unfocused and then she just drops unconscious on the floor with no prior warning. Imagine the chaos. Imagine Hilda about to slap her and being held back by David while Frida tries to remember the cpr training they had in the Sparrow Scouts. Imagine Kaisa waking back up suddenly and scaring the living shit out of them

Kaisa already has such undead vampire vibes, I just think that’d be hilarious 😭😭

[localunseeliefae]

mattsun is a huge tame impala fan and anytime their song plays, he will always without a catch inform everyone who will listen (and those who won't) that "actually did you know that tame impala is just one person?" and the rest of seijoh4 absolutely hates him for it (okay maybe excluding makki because he so would play along with his antics)

[dracharenae]

༺✹༻ no thoughts, head empty.

sometimes i think about what rhaenys' life would be if she wasn't bound by her overpowering need to avenge elia and aegon or the absolute pressure doran has her under to reclaim the iron throne. if rhaenys could choose, she would always avenge elia and aegon, without question. she would kill the mountain - first torturing, dismembering, and forcing him through unfathomable pain - and tywin and all those who stand beside him . . . but she doesn't want the throne. she never has. no targaryen could ever sit the iron throne again.

rhaenys is convinced if she takes it, anyone she loves, or holds dear, will be hurt because of her. fire can only burn. the targaryens are dangerous. she is dangerous.

if rhaenys had it her way, she'd say fuck it all, and she'd forsake her name and titles and all else around her, and she'd sail. she'd find a ship and join a crew and venture on the open water, venturing from place to place across the world. she'd see all the wonders of the world, venture into every city, she'd experience the freedom and joys a free person can have. how glorious it would be.

in the end, rhaenys would choose a life of peace and adventure. but she doesn't get to have that choice . . . so, in her own mind, she tells herself she is choosing the iron throne, choosing to avenge her family, choosing to be a queen, even if it makes watching a part of herself burn.

[mw00nie]

older boyfriend nanami headcanons

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A/N: i have exams soon so i have lots of ideas to write so i'm posting as much as i can rn 😭😭 also these contain some nsfw

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older boyfriend!nanami who always adjusts his pace to match yours. whether you're walking down a busy street or folding laundry side by side. He’s not rushing anywhere when he's with you. Being present with you is the point.

older boyfriend!nanami who folds your laundry exactly the way you like it. even your silly socks. even your oversized tshirts. he’s meticulous and thoughtful, and you didn’t even ask him to do it.

older boyfriend!nanami who keeps track of the smallest details: how you take your tea, what skincare products you’re running low on, that one book you said you wanted but never bought. He doesn’t announce it. You just find things quietly replaced or added to your shelf.

older boyfriend!nanami who doesn’t mind being teased for being a little bit of an old man. You’ll call him grandpa for drinking herbal tea before bed or sighing when he sits down, and he’ll just raise an eyebrow and say, “And yet you still insist on keeping me around.”

older boyfriend!nanami who keeps one of your hair ties around his wrist even though his hair is short. says it’s “just in case,” but you’ve never actually seen him use it. You catch him playing with it absentmindedly during meetings.

older boyfriend!nanami who calls you “darling” when he’s tired and his guard is down. It slips out like second nature; warm, low, reverent.

older boyfriend!nanami who always makes sure you’re walking on the inside of the sidewalk. It’s instinctive, not performative. If you switch sides by accident, he’ll gently guide you back with a hand on your lower back, no need to comment on it.

older boyfriend!nanami who sends you articles and short stories during his lunch break that “reminded me of you” sometimes it’s thoughtful, sometimes it’s hilarious, but every time it’s his way of saying I’m thinking about you.

older boyfriend!nanami who reads to you in bed when you’re too tired to focus. voice low and steady, thumb rubbing slow circles into your thigh as your head rests against his shoulder.

older boyfriend!nanami who doesn’t raise his voice when he’s upset. His anger shows in restraint. longer silences, slower breaths, the way he closes his eyes for a second like he’s trying to steady the weight of what he feels instead of letting it lash out.

older boyfriend!nanami who apologizes when he’s wrong. sincerely, without ego, and who listens when you’re upset. even if he’s tired. even if the day was long. You matter more.

older boyfriend!nanami who listens when you talk about your day. actually listens. Not just nodding along, but making thoughtful comments, remembering coworkers’ names, and offering advice only if you ask. Sometimes he just says, “That sounds exhausting. I’m proud of you for handling it.”

older boyfriend!nanami who takes his time undressing you, piece by piece, like every layer is a gift. You get the sense that he doesn’t see it as just getting you naked. it’s about revealing the parts of you you trust him with.

older boyfriend!nanami  who is very aware of his size, not just in height but everywhere. He’s careful, unless you ask him not to be. And when you do? His restraint crumbles just a little. He’ll fuck you slow but deep, jaw tight, voice strained with want.

older boyfriend!nanami who is unexpectedly vocal in bed. low praise, soft groans, breathy murmurs of “just like that” and “you’re doing so well.” Always with a hand somewhere on your skin like he’s grounding himself through touch.

older boyfriend!nanami who isn’t into degrading or overly rough stuff, but dirty talk? Soft filth murmured into your ear while he’s deep inside you? Absolutely. “You’re taking me so well.” “You don’t even know what you do to me.” “I’d give you anything.”

older boyfriend!nanami who fucks you with his whole body, not just his hips. His arms around you. His lips on your skin. One large hand holding your jaw gently while he kisses you deep and slow like he’s reminding you (and himself) that you’re real, and his.

older boyfriend!nanami  who prefers intimacy over performance. He’s not interested in theatrics. he wants to feel you, slow and deep, with your hands tangled in his, your breath on his neck, your voice in his ear.

older boyfriend!nanami who’s very composed most of the time, but the second you take control, straddle him, or kiss down his chest, that composure cracks. his voice gets breathier. his grip on your hips tightens. you see the restraint unraveling in real time.

older boyfriend!nanami who gets possessive in subtle, understated ways. he doesn’t say “you’re mine” in bed, he shows it in the way he touches you like you're sacred, the way his voice deepens when someone else flirts with you, the way he fucks you slow and deep like he’s leaving something behind.

older boyfriend!nanami  who loves aftercare. loves wiping you down, pulling you into his arms, holding your hand against his chest. He’ll murmur, “You okay?” with his lips at your hairline, and doesn’t fall asleep until you do.

older boyfriend!nanami who takes his time during aftercare. he wipes you down with warm towels, gets you water, runs a bath if you're too sore. he massages your thighs, kisses your forehead, and holds you close with his arms tucked protectively around your waist.

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[classyrbf]

ELECTRICIAN!TOJI — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...some headcanons I have about electrician!toji hehe

INFO...electrician!toji x fem!reader, nsfw content, p in v, oral (m & f receiving), praise, toji is an ex prisoner, riding, mating press, cream pie, overstim, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

electrician!toji...who is also an ex prisoner and landed this job a few months after he got released. He was thankful his cousin was able to hook him up with a job and even more thankful they hired him

electrician!toji...whose body is littered with tattoos, he swears it makes him look more intimidating because the little old ladies on the street always steer clear from him

electrician!toji...who is tall and muscular, he was working out before going to prison but started working out more due to boredom. His muscles only grew bigger and he only grew stronger (he’s gotten into his fair share of fights)

electrician!toji...who ends up getting sent to your house for a job on his day off, he expects to be welcomed by some old man but is completely caught off guard to see a pretty thing like yourself open the door with a nervous smile

electrician!toji...who comes and diagnoses the problem, taking a look at your garage sensor, complaining that it wasn’t working properly. You’re profusely apologizing like it’s your fault, and he can’t help but chuckle and reassure you it’s okay

electrician!toji...who is taken aback by your kindness, asking him if he’d like something to drink or even eat as he works. He takes you up on your offer and has a little break while you make him a nice fulfilling sandwich

electrician!toji...who keeps stealing glances at those cute little shorts you have on. He knows you probably don’t mean it, but he can’t stop staring at the little part of your ass peaking out your shorts. It only reminds him of how long it’s been since he’s been with a woman

electrician!toji...whose conversation goes smooth with you, you’re asking him about his tattoos and how likes his job, telling little jokes and making him laugh

electrician!toji...who doesn’t expect you to put your hand on his muscles, asking him how much he can lift just out of pure curiosity. He flexes his arms under your touch just to hear you giggle. “Wanna find out?”

electrician!toji...who has you hoisted up in the air like you way nothing, his thick cock pumping in and out of your dripping pussy, his hands gripping your ass while you hold onto him for dear life

electrician!toji...who has you crying out his name and cumming on his cock in damn near every room of your house, his rough hand pressing your head into the couch as he pounds into you, fucking you dumb. “Look at how much this pussy is creaming around me, baby,” he cockily says.

electrician!toji...who has your entire body shaking, his hands guiding your hips while you slowly ride him, his thick cock stretching you inch by inch. “Just like that…ah—feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”

electrician!toji...who has your legs pushed to your chest, his tongue messily lapping at your sensitive clit, fat tears streaming down your cheeks because it’s just too much. He laughs at your measly attempts to push his head away but all that fails when you’re cumming on his tongue again

electrician!toji...who doesn’t realize he has a whole bunch of missed calls from his boss, nevemind realize how much hours have gone by. The sun is already setting outside and you’re on your knees with his dick down your throat

electrician!toji...who has your legs over his shoulders, folding you into a mating press all while whispering the nastiest things in your ear. “Gonna take all this cum, huh? Yeah, good girl. This pussy is fucking perfect,” he groans, each snaps of his hips knocks the air out your chest, your eyes rolling back.

electrician!toji...who cums deep inside you, filling your pussy to the very brim, his sweaty body pressed against yours, breath hitting your skin as he tries to ground himself again

electrician!toji...who finally returns the missed calls from his boss while you’re passed out in bed literally minutes later. “I just thought I’d stay few extra hours to help her, she wanted me to look at some other stuff. It’s my day off anyway, right?” He smirks, looking over at your sleeping figure

electrician!toji...who leaves his phone number on your bedside table for “business reasons” before heading back home

electrician!toji...who’s back and biceps are still covered in scratches days later, reminding him of his time with you, the flashbacks making his dick grow hard

electrician!toji...who gets a random phone call and immediately recognizes your voice. “Heyyy, Toji, hate to ask, but..my bedroom light keeps flickering…think you can come check it out?” And he scoffs, already grabbing his keys and heading to his car. “On my way.”

electrician!toji...who pulls up to your house, not even getting a chance to knock on the door before you open it and drag him inside, feverishly kissing him. “Missed this dick that much, did you?”

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[jinusajas]

02/03/25; 10:55pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

anonymous said: hii. Can i get awkward moments during sex with the boys? 🙈

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

warnings: slight voyeurism with rafayel’s.

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

the way sylus kept hitting that special part deep inside of you made you see stars, increasing your pleasure by a tenfold. the sounds of his cock steadily sliding in and out of your heat echoes throughout the room, and you felt so full of him-

a strange, tightening sensation travels throughout your abdomen, making you cry out when you felt an intense climax washing over you, your release wetting his cock profusely as sylus’s hips stutters in response.

his eyes go wide when he sees the copious amounts of your fluid traveling down the length of his cock, managing to drip down onto the bed as you felt the pinpricks of embarrassment coursing through your veins.

it takes sylus a few moments to gather his thoughts, realization dawning on him just mere seconds later when he asks with a low drawl, “did you just squirt on my cock?”

your stutters of mortification echoes through the room, earning a rich chuckle from sylus when he picks you up, gripping at your backside as he slots his cock even deeper into your now soaked heat, “by all means, there’s no need to be embarrassed, kitten. in fact, i’d very much like it if you did it over and over again throughout the night.”

zayne had you pinned against the hotel wall, fucking himself into your heat after finishing a lecture at his conference. the way you had constantly teased him with your skin tight dress while clinging to his arms was enough to make the doctor lose the last bit of his self control.

the moment you both return to your room, zayne pounced on you, not even waiting to take off his glasses as he pulled down his dress pants and boxers, shoving your panties to the side before sheathing himself within your slick folds.

as he thrusts himself against you, his glasses kept getting in the way each time you tried to kiss him. feeling frustrated, you quickly grab at his glasses, tossing them aside in the midst of your lovemaking.

momentarily confused as his eyes tried to adjust to the view without the clarity of his glasses. while he moves forward without breaking his connection with you, you felt your eyes go wide when you heard the sound of a loud crack! beneath zayne’s feet.

you met with zayne’s gaze, an apology on the tip of your tongue when you felt your lover suddenly pin you to the bed, pumping his cock in and out of you at a rapid pace that takes your very breath away.

“that was quite the expensive prescription glasses you made me break, honey. perhaps i should punish you by not holding back anymore?”

you cling to xavier, basking in the way he held you tightly within his embrace. feeling so desperate for each other, xavier carries you to your shared bedroom, tossing aside your clothes before setting your form on the bed.

with his gaze darkened fully with desire for you, xavier quickly sheds off his clothes until he was just as bare as you, spreading your legs before completely sheathing himself inside of your slick folds-

however, the intensity of his thrust forces the top of your head to meet with your headboard, making you cry out as you let out a groan of pain. filled with panic now, xavier quickly slides out of you, his cock already softening due to the guilt of potentially hurting you.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to hurt you…” his hands immediately try to soothe the ache felt on top of your head, earning a soft hiss from you. it takes you a few moments to reorient yourself, but once your head slowly began to stop pounding did you push xavier on his back.

“that really hurt.” you pout at him, yet instead of allowing xavier to tell you how sorry he was, you interrupt him by grabbing a hold of his limp cock, slowly stroking him back to full hardness while basking in his groans of your name, “as punishment, i’ll be the one in charge for the night.”

you tried to convince rafayel to behave during your museum date-

yet he seemed to have had other plans when he traps you behind one of the walls, hands already sliding up the skirt of your dress, “it’s your fault for getting me all riled up, princess.”

he smiles sweetly down at you, already knowing that you could never resist him when he pulls down your panties, allowing it to hang on your ankle as he lifts up one of your legs. he had merely unbuttoned his slacks, allowing his erection to peek through his boxers before impaling your cunt with his cock.

you toss your head back at the sudden intrusion, trying to keep your voice even as rafayel swiftly pumps himself in and out of you. as you became caught up in the moment, you heard a series of loud voices echoing throughout the exhibit. people had came directly into the area where you and your spoiled boyfriend were fucking, your eyes going wide as rafayel stops his rapid thrusting.

“oh the art is so lovely here, dear.” an older woman’s voice echoes throughout the exhibit, making rafayel smirk as he leans in to whisper within your ear, “relax princess, no one is gonna even notice us.”

as the older couple began to talk about the various art pieces on display, rafayel continues his rapid thrusts in and out of you. he covers your mouth with his large hand, and you could hear footsteps coming closer to where you and rafayel were hidden.

“dear, what’s that strange… wet sound? is there a potential leak somewhere?”

“ah, indeed, we should alert the curator of this. it would be a shame to see such wonderful works be ruined by the moisture.”

by now, rafayel was practically grinning at you, continuing his steady pace as the sounds of footsteps slowly walking away eased your anxieties, making you cum directly on rafayel’s cock, the sensation of your walls clamping down on him causes him to shoot his seed deep inside of you.

“heh, what a naughty princess you are, getting off by the thought of getting caught.” the lemurian had a smug grin on his handsome features, still very much connected to you as you could feel his seed running down the length of your thighs.

even when you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks-

you found yourself unable to deny his claims.

caleb had managed to trap you in his bed, pounding himself in and out of your heat, his mouth clamping down on his dog tag necklace to keep it from moving too much. as your moans and gasps echo throughout the room caleb’s phone was heard going off in the middle of his passionate lovemaking.

he clicks his tongue, and before you could even stop him, caleb removes his necklace from his teeth and answers the call, using his free hand to keep the phone pressed against his ear while continuing to fuck you with his cock. “yes?”

“colonel?”

“speaking.”

you let out a whimper when he listens to his colleague on the other line, forcing caleb to place his hand over your mouth before moving against you once more. your breasts continue to bounce in tune to his rapid movements, unsure of why he could be so calm while you remained an utter mess for him.

you were dimly aware of all the military jargon caleb said throughout the phone call while his cock was still nestled so deeply inside of you, making you whimper each time his hips met with yours in an almost bruising thrust as he made quick work of finishing his call.

“just place the reports on my desk. i’ll see you at 0600 sharp tomorrow.” with that final phrase, caleb tosses aside his phone before returning his attention back to you, “sorry about that, baby… that won’t happen again. now, let your man take care of you.” he had barely began pumping his dick in and out of you when you felt your release quickly approaching-

something about witnessing caleb doing mundane tasks while he fucks your brain out causes a new rush of pleasure to course through your very veins, making you cry out as you spilled yourself on his cock, earning a grunt of approval from the colonel settled above you.

“that’s my good girl… so pretty and perfect for me.”

end notes: i’m back home bc i miss this blog so much 🙂‍↕️ also, this request was so hot and so much fun to write ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[therealbeachfox]

Look, between the terrible soil quality, the terrible weather, the whipsawing seasons, and whatever primordial evil demon-god is undoubtedly bound somewhere beneath us, Gotham has always self-selected for a certain brand of perverse stubbornness in those who elect to stay. You’ve either got to be so destitute you literally cannot afford to leave, got enough screws loose that you don’t see a reason to leave, or else have a soul-deep vein of pigheaded iron that goes ‘Well I got a spot here and I sure as hell aint giving it up, so The Horrors can damn well piss on off cuz I sure as hell wont!’ in order to still be living here. And we get a lot of shit about that from, well, THE REST OF THE FUCKING WORLD. *points up at the subreddit name pointedly* (...)

See, here’s what the rest of you don’t get about Gotham. It’s not that we’re all a bunch of amoral murderous criminals. Sure, our per-capita rate of those is truly unsettling compared to the rest of the country, but they’re still very much the minority. No, what makes a Gothamite truly a Gothamite is the utter gleeful perversity we take whenever we've decided to be a little shit. It can manifest in all sorts of ways. Just look at our own Bruce Wayne, who manifests his as pure ‘fuck the rich’ energy, setting his money on fire, prat-falling into fountains, and then grinning at all the other rich-people who have to put up with his bullshit because despite it all he’s still way richer than they’ll ever be. But most often it manifests in not doing crime in a straight-forward manner, but insisting on being a little fucking bitch about it.

-Excerpts from an extended post on r/WTFGotham about a sports bar.

Gotham's terrifying and all, but I like picturing the kinds of people who would willingly move there. Maybe they're running from something and can't picture a city better to disappear (in more ways than one), or single-mindedly committed to something enough that they gravitate to a city that demands nothing less. Maybe they're returning after a long absence, feeling simultaneously better prepared for it and ashamed they ever left. Perhaps it's the allure of the original Batburger, recently reconstructed after being firebombed for the side dish they recently named after Firefly.

[littlelamy]

𑄽𑄺 some aftercare headcanons: rafe taking care of your swollen parts

he always checks on you after "fuck—look at you, baby," he murmurs, voice thick with pride and concern. his fingers spread you open, and his brows furrow when he sees the way you're trembling, swollen, and a mix of his cum and your arousal still clinging to your thighs. "too much?" you shake your head, still breathless.

he doesn't believe you. he never does when you try to play it off. his hands are already moving, one soothing down your hip, the other reaching for a warm cloth he prepared beforehand because he knew he'd fuck you up like this. "baby," he murmurs, warm breath against your raw, overstimulated cunt. he presses the gentlest kiss to your clit, just enough to soothe,and not tease. "gonna clean you up, alright? don’t want you sore in the morning." he always does this. always.

his mouth soothes what his cock ruins he calls it an apology. a silent one, because there's no way in hell he's actually sorry—he likes seeing you like this, wrecked, thighs twitching, pussy swollen from how deep andhard he went, how rough he was. still he cares about how you feel. so he goes down, pressing kisses along your inner thighs, worshipful, whispering nonsense between each one. "good girl" kiss. "took me so fucking well" another kiss. "always do" and then his tongue finds your clit to soothe and leave a cooling relief against the ache he left behind.

"shh, i know, i know" his hands press down on your hips when you jolt, when you whimper from the sensitivity. he doesn't stop. he won't. not until he feels the tension drain from your muscles or until your breath evens out. he made you like this so he needs take care of it.

he massages you after, even if you're half-asleep "poor thing," he mutters, all low and soft, rolling his thumbs into your inner thighs, kneading the stiffness from them. "all shaky ‘cause of me, huh?" you hum something incoherent, barely awake, and he chuckles. but his hands don’t stop.

they move slow, deliberate, pressing into every sore spot, making sure you're loose and won’t be sore tomorrow—or at least less sore. you’ll still feel him. he likes that part. but he doesn’t want you hurting. eventually, he works his way up, rubbing soothing circles over your swollen clit, pressing featherlight kisses against your overstimulated cunt. "rest, baby" he whispers, tucking the blanket over you. "i got you."

he kisses your cunt like he kisses your lips no rush. no urgency. just pure affection. some nights, when he's not looking to fuck you into the mattress, he wants is to show you a little attention. he presses kisses along your mound, over your folds, unhurried. his lips find your clit, but not to make you moan—just to remind you that he cherishes every inch of you. "so pretty," he murmurs, between kisses. "so fucking perfect."

and when you're sore or aching or even when you're too sensitive to even think about more—he doesn’t ask for it. he just takes care of you. warms a cloth, wipes you down, presses the softest kisses between your legs before pulling you close.

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[nouearth]

an architecture of need.

clark kent x male reader.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. he doesn’t just love you with his words. he loves you with the full strength of him. over and over again.

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓. headcanon / blurb collection [1.7k].

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. male reader 〳 corenswet!clark 〳 established relationship 〳top!clark 〳 bottom!reader 〳 cockwarming 〳 size kink 〳 belly bulging 〳 cumplay 〳 overstimulation 〳 deep penetration 〳 worship (of reader’s body + clark’s body) 〳 soft dom!clark 〳 dirty talk 〳 fingering 〳 muscle kink 〳rimming (r!receiving) 〳body worship 〳 post-sex intimacy 〳 reader has a gaping, cum-leaking hole 〳 clark cums a lot

What the Body Remembers

He kisses you like he’s sorry he wants you this much. Fucks you like he never learned how to stop needing. Clark Kent isn’t unaware of his body—the strength of it, the size, the way people look—but he never uses it to dominate. Not unless you ask. Not unless you beg. When he’s inside you, he’s not a god or a weapon. He’s a man. One who loves you, fills you, touches you like a prayer said every night in private. One who breaks your body open with reverence, and then makes pancakes. This is what it’s like to be undone by Superman.

Muscle Memory

He fucks you slowly at first, like he's afraid of being too much. He knows how big he is, how your stomach bulges when he presses in just right. He sees the way your back arches, the way your mouth parts, trembling and breathless, already stuffed so full of him. And he still asks if you're okay. Always. Softly. A kiss at your temple, even while you're shaking. But then there's the moment he hears your breath hitch and sees you look down. Sees you watching your own belly stretch with the obscene outline of his cock. Something flips. That quiet awe in his chest turns into hunger. He rocks into you harder, the bed frame groaning under both your bodies. He watches your thighs start to quiver. Watches your hands scrabble for anything—him, the sheets, your own cock— and he doesn’t stop. Just breathes heavy and praises you, voice thick with arousal. “You take me so good, baby,” he whispers. “Every time, I swear, you fit around me like you were made to. Just perfect.”

Worship

Sometimes he’ll slow down just to admire you like this. Not during foreplay—no, during. When you're already panting under him, hips slick and hole drooling with the stretch, and his cock keeps pressing deeper. He palms your thighs with reverence, kisses down your chest like you’re some sacred thing. Big hands spreading your legs wider. Thumbs digging into the softest parts of you. He’ll murmur things under his breath that make your skin feel hot and holy. “Love your body,” he says. “So soft. So pretty. All mine. And when you clench around him at the praise, he fucking smiles.

Making His Mark

He cums too much. Always has. The first time he stayed the night, you woke up sore and leaking and still full—because you’d passed out before he’d even finished cleaning you up. Kryptonian stamina. He apologized with breakfast in bed and a guilty smile, but when you told him you liked it, he blushed so hard it reached his ears Now it’s become part of the routine. Every time he finishes, he stays inside, grinding in shallow, greedy circles like he’s trying to fuck it all in deeper. The sheets stained, your thighs sticky, your hole raw and red and dripping down the curve of your ass. He watches you try to crawl away, boneless and overstimulated “You can’t just… fill me like that,” you mutter, dizzy. “You’re right,” he says. “I should do it again.”

Spent

He loves looking at you after. Really looking. Your chest rising and falling in slow, wrecked rhythm. Your lips parted, your eyes glazed, your thighs still twitching from the aftershocks. His cum leaking from your hole in thick, messy ropes, all down your skin, soaking into the sheets. You always look ruined, used, perfect. He touches you like he’s not sure he deserves the sight. Just drags a hand down your chest, your thigh, breath caught in his throat. You’re gaping, still stretched wide around the memory of him, and he swears under his breath every time. He brings a hand between your legs and drags two fingers through the mess. Shudders when you whimper from the touch. “Jesus,” he whispers. “Look what I did to you.”

Muscle Memory II

Clark’s a big man. And when you worship him—really let your hands explore the stretch of his abs, the thick strength of his thighs, the wide expanse of his chest—he gets flustered. Because he doesn’t expect it. He doesn’t think you see him like that. But you do. You kiss the line of his stomach, trace your tongue up to the cleft between his pecs, and he sucks in a breath every time. “You’re beautiful,” you say. He huffs out a laugh, ducking his head. “You think so?” You palm him through his briefs—heavy, half-hard, already huge— and smile up at him. “I know so.” When you finally get him naked, you take your time. You kneel between his legs, run your hands across every inch of that body, skin warm and golden under your palms. You stroke his cock slow—long, thick, flushed pink at the tip—and tell him how good he looks like this, hard and wanting for you. “I want you inside me,” you whisper. “Want you to fuck me open with this big fucking thing. Want you to fill your boyfriend with all that cum until it’s dripping out of me.” His breath hitches. And then he gives you exactly what you asked for. "Sweet heaven."

Where You Go Softest

There’s something about your body that Clark loves with aching intensity. Your thighs, especially. He says they’re his favorite place to rest his head, his hands, his mouth. You’ve seen him fuck himself stupid just from the sight of you spread open, thighs trembling, your cock flushed and leaking against your belly. He grabs handfuls of your ass while he thrusts, steady and deep, burying his face in your neck to muffle the sounds he makes. Sometimes he just moans your name like a broken prayer. “Could stay inside you forever,” he pants. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Squeezing me like that, fuck.” And when he’s just eating you out? Forget it. He’s obsessed. Tongue buried in your hole, big hands pinning your hips down, leaving finger-shaped bruises across your ass as he devours you like he’s starved. He doesn’t stop until your cock’s twitching untouched on your stomach and your thighs are shaking around his ears.

Without Harm

When he holds you down, it’s not with force. It’s with care. Clark cradles your waist with one hand, the other under your ass to angle your hips up, and it’s almost absurd how easy it is for him to manhandle you. He could bend you in half with one arm, pin your wrists above your head with a single hand, keep you in place while his cock drills deep. But he never rushes. Even when he’s fucking you hard: sweat beading at his temples, his broad chest slick and flexing over yours—he checks in. A hand brushing your cheek. A kiss between thrusts. A question, murmured against your throat. “Still good, baby? Can you take more?” You always say yes. Even when your body’s shaking. Even when your hole is raw and stretched wide open, swallowing him deeper than you ever thought you could take. He presses a hand to your lower belly and moans when he feels himself inside you. “God. That’s me.”

Overflow

Clark doesn’t need toys. Doesn’t need anything but you on your back, legs spread, begging him to go slow while your body contradicts you and sucks him in. He’s thick from tip to base, flushed and heavy, the kind of cock that curves just enough to ruin you. You’ve never been able to take him all at once, not without working up to it. He helps; spit, fingers, gentle coaxing—and still, every time, your body trembles when he breaches you. “You’re doing so good,” he whispers, rocking his hips. “Let me in. Let me fill you up.” And he does. You feel him for hours after. His cum drips out of you long after he’s pulled out—thick, cloudy, sticky strings that leave you ruined between the legs. Sometimes you can’t even close your thighs properly. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out at all. You’ll feel it trickle out when you’re washing dishes or putting on pants, and he’ll catch you pausing with a faraway look in your eyes and murmur, “Still leaking?”

Evidence of Him

He never tires of seeing you like this. Sprawled out beneath him, wrecked. Limbs slack. Hole gaping. His come dripping out in slow, shiny streaks down the curve of your ass and the inside of your thighs. Clark watches. He runs his hand down your spine, dips his fingers between your cheeks, and hums at the sight of your trembling rim, twitching open, pink and raw and leaking. He never says much. Just soft sounds of awe. A whispered “Christ,” maybe, or “You look perfect like this.” Sometimes he spreads you open again just to see it. To see how loose you are. How thoroughly he’s fucked you. How your hole flutters like it misses him already. “You need me again?” he asks, almost innocent. Thumb still dragging through the mess he left. You nod. Of course you do. He’s already hard again.

The Unravel

It doesn’t take long to unravel. Clark can take you standing up, bent over the sink, pressed against the wall, or face down in bed with a pillow under your hips. Every angle stretches you in new ways. Every time feels like the first time. Sometimes it’s fast. You’re soaked already, hungry for him, and he’s in you with one smooth thrust. Sometimes it’s slower. Long strokes, deep grinding, his hand around your cock while he fills you. Your body doesn’t know what to do with him. It tries to reject the stretch, even as your moans get louder, your back arches, your legs shake. And when you come: ruined, overstimulated, voice cracking from how hard you cry out. Clark follows with a deep, full groan. He never pulls out.

Rest, Ripe, and Heavy

Afterward, he’s always starving. You’re still trying to catch your breath, still aching and loose and wrecked, and Clark’s already pulling on a pair of sweats, padding barefoot into the kitchen. You call after him. “Can you give me like five minutes before you start making dinner?” He pops his head back in, cheeks pink, curls messy. “I wasn’t gonna make dinner,” he says. “Just a snack.” You laugh, rubbing your stomach. “You just blew my back out.” He shrugs, sheepish. “I’m still a growing boy.” You roll your eyes and tell him to come back to bed, and he does, climbing under the sheets with you, hand pressed to your belly, whispering he’s sorry for how sore you’ll be tomorrow. He’s not sorry.

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Cheetah Hybrid! Jungwon Headcanons

a/n: okay so I may have gotten a tad bit carried away, but I'm not complaining.

1. His heat doesn’t hit hard like wolves or lions, but when it does hit, it’s subtle at first. He grows restless, breathes a little heavier when you're close. And then it spirals.

You're lying on the bed scrolling your phone, and he suddenly crawls over you, pinning your wrists gently.

"Don’t move," he murmurs, voice thick. "Just let me—fuck, I need you right now. Need to feel you wrapped around me, yeah?"

His hips grind against you, fully clothed, but the bulge pressing into your thigh says he's already too far gone. His nose nuzzles against your neck.

"You smell like mine already… but it’s not enough. I want everyone to know. No one gets to have you but me."

2. Cheetah Jungwon has fangs; slight, but sharp. He gets obsessive about leaving his mark, especially where only he gets to see.

He’s got your legs over his shoulders, deep inside you, pace deliberate but rough. His eyes flicker gold when he bites down on the inside of your thigh.

“Mm, look at you. Marked up and dripping for me,” he says, licking over the bite gently. “You like when I leave proof, don’t you?”

You moan, overstimulated, and his tail curls tight around your ankle.

“That’s it. Let them all see you limp tomorrow. Let them ask what happened. Let them know.”

3. He doesn’t like competition. Doesn’t like when someone else thinks they can have what’s his. and neither does he shy away if the moment calls for him to claim you.

Once, after a party where someone flirted too long with you, he didn’t speak all the way home. But as soon as the door closed...

“You let him touch your arm,” he growls, pushing you against the wall. “Should I remind you who you belong to?”

His hand slips between your thighs, already soaked. “Ah… see? Your body remembers. Even if your mind forgets.”

He’ll drag you to the bed, lips on your throat, voice low:

“Let me ruin you tonight. So you won’t even think of anyone else.”

4. He likes control, but not cruelty. He likes seeing you undone again and again, until you’re too wrecked to beg.

You're trembling, already on your third orgasm, and he’s still thrusting; slow, deep, overwhelming.

“Shhh, you're okay. You're taking my cock so well, baby.”

“Feel how good you’re squeezing me? So desperate. So greedy for my babies, hmm?.”

He leans down, licks a tear off your cheek, and kisses your lips softly despite the intensity of the moment.

“Give me one more. You can do that for me, can’t you? my pretty little human... mine to fuck, mine to wreck, mine to love.”

After it’s all over, he pulls you into his lap, wrapping his tail around your waist and purring softly.

“Did I go too hard?”

“No? Good. But I still wanna take care of you. You were perfect.”

He kisses every bruise and bite, runs a damp cloth over your body gently, whispers praises in your ear.

“So sweet. So good for me... I’ll make you feel loved until you forget anyone else ever tried.”

5. Jungwon has a habit of silently slipping into your space; lithe, graceful, predatory in the most affectionate way. You barely notice he’s there until he’s sliding between your arms, nuzzling into your chest like it’s the only place he belongs. His tail twitches behind him as he lets out a low, rumbling purr.

He doesn't even think; he just has to be there. His tongue flicks out to taste the warm skin between your breasts, slow and lazy.

"You smell so good," he mutters, voice hoarse, purr vibrating against your sternum.

6. Licks. So many licks. He's a cheetah-hybrid.. of course he shows affection that way.

You feel his tongue drag slowly across your cleavage, then his lips trail soft, open-mouthed kisses down your sternum.

He hums as if tasting something divine. “You always seem to enjoy this.. is this why you ignore me on purpose?,” he whispers smugly.

7. Once he's nestled between your chest, it’s game over. He refuses to move. He wraps his arms around your waist, tail curling around your thigh, face pressed between your breasts like it’s a pillow.

He purrs like a content kitten, occasionally nipping playfully at the exposed skin. “You’re mine,” he murmurs, possessive but drowsy.

8. What starts as sleepy snuggles quickly turn into slow teasing. Him stroking your back with his tail, his breath warm against your skin, whispering things he knows make you squirm.

His sharp canines graze your collarbone as he murmurs, “You’re so soft... how am I supposed to sleep like this?”

9. His hybrid instincts mean everything is intensified; your scent, your sounds, your touch. Even your breath hitching sends a pulse straight to his lower belly. He can sense when you're ready to be knotted and bred by him.

When you're aroused? He knows before you do. And it drives him absolutely wild.

"You're trying to hide it again," he murmurs, nose brushing your neck. "But your scent gives you away."

10. Jungwon doesn’t play when it comes to what’s his. He’ll leave love bites, claw-like scrapes on your thighs or hips (not enough to hurt. just enough to remind you), and low purring growls as he does it.

“I want you covered in me. No one should look at you without knowing you’re mine.”

11. Between his hybrid nature and his need to taste everything he loves, that tongue is lethal. It’s not just for licking your chest, it’s for slow, torturous drags up your thighs, lazy circles at your pulse points, and teasing flicks behind your ear while he whispers dirty things.

12. When his heat spikes, maybe from your scent, maybe because he’s been away from you too long... he snaps.

His voice drops, his pupils dilate, and everything about him gets more aggressive and primal. He grips your hips tighter, speaks in broken, growled sentences, and doesn’t let up until you’re a breathless mess.

“Need you. Now. Not asking.”

13. Jungwon’s tail isn’t just a cute accessory. It’s alive with nerve endings, sensitive to touch, and very much a part of his mood.

When he’s aroused or possessive? It flicks, coils, and wraps. When you touch it intentionally? He growls.

“Careful. You don’t know what you’re asking for when you grab it like that.

14. When he’s needy or territorial, he loops his tail around your thigh, waist, or wrist — like an instinct to keep you tethered to him.

It’s not just possessive, it’s teasing. His tail caresses your skin, tickling sensitive spots, sometimes slipping beneath the hem of your clothes with a mind of its own.

"It has a mind of its own, you know. But I won’t stop it if you like it…”

15. When cuddling? Innocent. When not cuddling? Very much not innocent. His tail sneaks between your thighs, rubbing softly while he kisses you slow, deep, desperate.

He doesn’t even touch you with his hands, instead sometimes lets his tail do all the teasing while he murmurs filth against your lips.

“Shh… let me see how far you can go with just this…”