#Hcs

[mochieekittenz]

Hot Take! — Sylus's teasing

Sylus is basically the reason my brain goes feral at 2 AM AHAHAHHAH.. So here’s me spilling all the messy, spicy thoughts y’all didn’t ask for💗 Enjoy!

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Sylus is the type to tease you for his own pleasure — not to make you feel good (at least not right away), but to watch how fast your pride crumbles under the weight of his touch. He doesn’t rush. Never. He drags it out — every glance, every touch, every word laced with that slow, deliberate heat that sinks beneath your skin and coils low in your belly. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He wants you aching. Squirming AND desperate. Best all at once. He wants you simmering with that kind of want that trembles just under the surface, right there between your legs, already swollen with need.

He watches you like a predator, with a smirk that says he knows you better than anyone else, even if you still pretend you’re in control. But you’re not. Not when his long fingers ghost down your bare back, not when his breath brushes your neck and you feel that impossible shiver roll through your spine. It's torture in it's purest form.

He’s the type to make you beg without ever saying the word “beg.” He’d make you say “please” with your body — with the way your back arches, the way your breath stutters, the way you start chasing his fingers even when he pulls away, smirking like a devil he is.

Your whole skin can tingle and buzz, hypersensitive. Every nerve standing at attention, begging for him. And he gives you just enough. Fingertips grazing the inside of your thigh, feather-light. Lips barely touching the shell of your ear, whispering in that dark, smooth voice that makes your knees go weak. He wants to see you tremble. He wants your breath to hitch, your thighs to clench, your whole body to betray you while you’re still trying to play tough.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, dragging his lips down your neck so slowly your brain short-circuits. “Every time I even breathe near you, you shiver.”

He touches you, like he’s learning you. Mapping you. Turning every inch of skin into a question he already knows the answer to.

“You feel that?” he breathes against your neck, mouth hot on your pulse. “All these little trembles… I haven’t even touched you, and already your body’s begging.”

His words aren’t filthy. They don’t need to be.

Because it’s not the language that ruins you — it’s the truth behind it.

The truth that your pride is slipping. That your silence is breaking. That your body is melting, wet and soft and open for him.

“You want it right here, don’t you?” he murmurs, dragging his hand just beside where your heat is pulsing, soaked and aching and ready for more than this torturous glide. “But I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

And then he does it again — strokes just next to where you need him, not on it. Always taunting, always giving you just a little taste of what is to come. Your thighs clench. Your core throbs with the effort of staying still. Every inch of you aches to be touched, filled, taken.

You’re burning. Literally. Every nerve tingling, begging, sensitive to every brush, every pause. He’s got you exactly where he wants you — open, exposed, greedy — and not satisfied.

“Tell me,” he drawls as he finally lets one finger slip between your folds, slowly, indulgently, sliding through your slick heat like he’s been starving for it. “Is this the part where you break for me, sweetie?”

Your mouth parts, but nothing comes out — just a sound, breathy and shattered. And he laughs under his breath, dragging his finger up again, circling your clit so slowly it feels like your body is winding tighter and tighter with every pass.

“You’re throbbing, kitten,” he says, almost gently. “All swollen and soaked…You’ve been clenching around nothing this whole time, haven’t you?”

He sinks a single finger into you — not fast, not hard — but deep. Slow enough that you feel every inch stretch and slip inside, and your body reacts like it’s starving for more. Your hips roll up instinctively, chasing something fuller, thicker, but he grips your thigh in warning.

“Not yet,” he murmurs. “You’ll take what I give you.”

And what he gives is unbearable — one finger curling perfectly, pulling out, pressing in again, pumping slow and rhythmic, while his thumb grazes your clit in soft, maddening circles that make your breath come in broken little moans.

“Every time I push in, you squeeze like you’re afraid I’ll stop.”

He watches it all. Watches you tremble, arch, melt into the touch you pretended not to need. Watches the way your lips part, your eyes flutter, your thighs spread wider for him without you even realizing.

"You’re making a mess of my hand, sweetie.”

...

The whole thing is, that Sylus doesn’t destroy with force.

He destroys with patience.

With precision.

He doesn’t take — he waits.

Waits for you to offer it.

Waits until your pride softens into whimpers.

Until your confidence becomes pliant under his touch.

Until your need turns you inside out — and only then does he move.

Sylus knows it’s not about breaking you.

It’s about making you choose to fall apart — for him.

Because by the time he’s through with you, shaking, flushed, breathless…

You’ll think it was your idea all along.

[v3rsi]

shadow and tails being autistic is insanely important to me and i feel like shadow could unlearn a lot of repression/shame by hanging out with that little guy

imagining shadow having some very subtle/heavily masked stims but still occasionally doing more obvious stuff (shadow flapping his hands is the most beautiful concept in the world btw) when stressed out. tails on the other hand is 100% obvious about it and it sort of subconsciously helps him feel comfortable unmasking

i feel like more than once he's let his guard down a literal nanometer and maybe rambled on about dark rider, etc. to G.U.N associates and got picked on for being a little too enthusiastic for it. he basically just completely refuses to talk about his interests thereon afterwards. until he starts spending more time with Fox Who Will Describe This Plane Down To An Atomic Level of Detail

at first tails cant tell if shadow even cares but hes genuinely actually listening and absorbing it and eventually. eventually. he reciprocates by being willing to talk in depth about his own tools, vehicle, etc.

also shadow to me has absolutely devastating rejection sensitive dysphoria but masks it extremely well (much to his own detriment)

[hyacinthleaves]

»»---------------------► Date Everything!

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Abel

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Betty

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Beverly

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Cam

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Curt

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Daisuke

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Dirk

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Dorian

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Eddie

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Freddy

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Hanks

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Harper

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Hector

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Holly

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Jean Loo

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Keith

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Johnny Splash

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Keyes

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Koa

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Kopi

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Lucinda

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Lyric

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Mac

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Mateo

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Memoria

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Mitchell

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Reggie

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─River

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Rod

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Scandalabra

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Sinclaire

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Skylar

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Stepford

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Timothy/Timmy

─ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─Tony

[sithlaurrd]

Marius sleeps like a anguished damsel in a renaissance painting

[j0hnnycade]

The Outsiders hcs.

except... they're of my ships

Jally

Johnny wears Dallys necklace thing under his shirt, like how Dally would give Sylvia his ring, but they have to keep it secret

Johnny bleaches and cuts Dallys hair

THEY TAKE POLAROIDS OF EACHOTHER WHEN THEY ARENT LOOKING!!!!

They tend to each other's wounds

They go on secret dates to like, the diner or something, and it's a date to them, but like, no one else knows

The gang know they're together

Ponyboy CONSTANTLY third wheels, Darry makes them take him and Dally pretends like he's not there

Dally sleeps completely sprawled out while Johnny sleeps curled up as small as he can

Dally snores really loud, and Johnny also snores a lot softer, but he drools

They love each other soooo much

Mar-bit

Marcia wears his jacket all the time and "accidentally" forgets to return it

Two-bit is really sweet to Marcia, different from around other people

Marcia hangs out around the Curtis house all the time (along with Cherry but Marcia goes for Two-bit so its different)

Two-bit picks flowers for her

Marcia buys him bouquets

If they ever went to Disney they'd get Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse ears

He sneaks into her house through her window (the outsiders musical cut song mentioned)

Two-bit's always warm and Marcia's always cold

Stevepop

Steve hates Ponyboy, not just cause he's annoying but he also steals his bfs time away from him

They totally kissed for "practice" we all know it

Steve calls him mean names and Soda calls him cute ones

Steve can lift Soda even though he's shorter

In another life they're Brokeback Mountain (with the idea that Soda died in war.. which I like to pretend is canon to the movie but not the book or musical, ignore how it's not canon at all)

Golden retriever and Scottish terrier ahh

[euphraisette]

what i desperately need is cosette having a bad day and the amis comforting her

[foxedmax]

i like to think that Brodie really likes sharks and when he sees one he will tell you what kind of shark it is and the facts about that certain kind of shark, idk it just feels right for some reason

[ginapott3]

More HC! :D

Warning!: suicide mention!

Scout at some point ends up opening up with Spy, not knowing it's actually his dad and since they got pretty close, telling about why he became a mercenary

His life was tough when his father left, bill complications, the neighbors were pretty rude since his father just left out of thin air... And his mom was having a rough time with it all... Till she got her breaking point, and killed herself

Scout found her body on the kitchen, he was young, 6 at best, and called the police... But his ma was already dead, and he went to an orphanage, never got adopted since he was a big troublemaker and got in many fights since young, and at some point entered the mercenary "job"

... You can guess this broke Spy hard... Because he loved Scout's ma... She was kind, joyful and also... The best person he ever met... This hit him like a tons of bricks, and he has to keep it together because deep down he knows if he tells now... Everything he worked so hard for to build with his son now... Will go down... Because he left... And destroyed Scout's life... Just like that

[azure-aeon-soulstar]

Go for it

@azure-aeon-soulstar

Headcanon: When Tenna is experiencing certain emotions, he'll fiddle with the antennas on his head (like when people try to fix an old TV's signal)

[arminsumi]

Bff!Satoru, who immediately tells every guy that asks about you "Nah, she's out of your league... but not mine."

Bff!Satoru, who denies having hidden feelings for you, ignoring the panging in his chest, "I was just joking."

Bff!Satoru, who claims to be joking around but also hotly presses his lips against your face and finds his way to your lips when he's high on the night air... but then promptly plays it off the next day.

Bff!Satoru who is the first to comment on your posts, especially on photos of you and him — and he stares smittenly into the pixels. Maybe sometimes kisses his screen, right over your lips.

Bff!Satoru who stands tall, 6'3, at your side, so close that people just assume he's your boyfriend.

[idontknowhowtoplayguitar]

Lotr headcanon, having lots of patches on your clothes is fashionable in the Shire. The more patches, the cooler you are. Especially if it's a lot of different fabrics. It's common to trade patches with friends and family, and it's usually treated with high sentimental value. It's like carrying a piece of someone with you.

While the hobbits are on the quest, their clothes get holes and such. This leads Sam and Frodo to nab small things from the other members of the fellowship, like handkerchiefs or anything too worn for use, to use as patches. Merry and Pippin aren't so courteous, and cut pieces from the fellowship's clothes while they sleep.

Of course, the hobbits exchange patches amongst themselves while traveling, and they never go anywhere without a needle and some thread. Sam is the best at sewing. Pippin is not allowed around needles.

Boromir notices this, thinks it's adorable, and leaves things out purposely for the hobbits to use. Eventually, he asks about it, and they convince him to do the patches, too.

Aragorn also notices and thinks it's adorable, but doesn't bring it up to them. He's secretly flattered to find pieces of his rag on Frodo's pants. He asks Boromir about it instead.

Legolas doesn't notice. His clothes are elven-made, and the scissors refuse to cut it.

Gimli notices the random holes in his clothes, and the things going missing, but doesn't realize it's the hobbits. He brings it up to Legolas, who immediately convinces Gimli that he's crazy and it's all in his head.

Gandalf notices, obviously, and he doesn't mind until Pippin tries to cut his cloak while hes asleep. He proceeds to wake up and yell at him until dawn.

After Boromir dies, Aragorn takes his cloak, and sews pieces onto his clothes. These are the only patches he has.

Bilbo has a set of clothes with patches from the dwarves, from his own adventure. He told them about the tradition, and they all gave him pieces of fabric to use. He can still recount which patch belonged to who.

[hyacinthleaves]

If you’re taking Date Everything reqs…could I get something for my husband Freddy? Thanks!

I threaten to write professionally. On everyone's soul we're all cracking Freddy

Freddy Yeti:

I feel like, post-love status, he'd still struggle to communicate with you when it comes to things that bother him

He needs reassurance that him being upset about things doesn't upset you or causes you to look down on him

It's not often that it happens and he'll get over it eventually if you really don't notice but it's just something I'm not to keep in mind

I can only imagine what a hug from him would feel like (esp on hotter days)

Cuz first of all he's just so big? He'd definitely be the type to pick you up and spin you around

Literally top 5 most affectionate people in the household bro I swear

I feel like he's generally just big on giving and receiving words of affirmation

I wouldn't say he's the easiest to fluster but I think it's not too difficult

I feel like pet names make him WEAK (esp food related ones...esp if it matches what you're talking about)

It's not that he just doesn't expect you to be that nice to him, but after calling him by his name till that point—I think he would be pretty shocked

Oh and he talks about you to EVERYONE

Like the amount of times you've probably walked into the kitchen and he just happens to be talking about you to someone else (always fondly of course) or he's trying to get an opinion on something you might like from someone else

He's actually so protective

Like yes he trusts you to handle things on your own but he's not ever letting anyone disrespect you. Like he takes that PERSONALLY

Anyway you're in good hands. And you'll like, never be hungry ever which is fire

[lukewarmcomic]

the one who remembers.

[spocks-husband]

Mainly because when he started adopting kids he just sort of figured 'this is just what you do with children' since it's how he was raised and then felt weird not doing it with the rest after Dick and Jason, all the Batkids have random super obnoxious rich kid skills that Bruce either taught them or sent them to classes for. Obviously they all know how to fence, that's pretty common knowledge-- but they're all also fluent in French and Latin (plus varying degrees of Arabic and Ancient Greek), very well familiar with dining and event etiquette for any possible situation (mostly by Alfred's doing), well versed in classical literature and mythology, capable with at least one instrument (piano for most of them-- though Dick plays the flute!), and quite comfortable writing in cursive to the point where for almost all of them it's their natural handwriting, just like Bruce.

This usually isn't an issue... Except for that time when, early in his crimelord career, Jason sent a threatening note reading--

I will find you 🩷✨

--to a gang leader in his territory, which... Didn't have its intended effect. He used magazine cutouts to write his threatening notes from then on.

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Hhhhh stalker ghost who you know has been stalking you for the past month or so and yet. He's done nothing about it. And somehow he paid for your bills? Yeah imagine moving out when your rent has been paid five times over, envelopes full of cashed stashed neatly beside your desk on random days found when you wake up.

If a lil stalking is all it takes to survive in this economy, who's to blame you. Okay maybe they will when that familiar blonde hair shows up one day. Almost unrecognizable without the mask in sight, flowers concealing the lower half of his face.

He's shyer than you expected, letting you lead him in while he just barges inside. Closing the door behind him perfectly because you know he's been inside the kitchen is still spotless from his last visit.

"Uhm- Hi?"

"Simon."

"...simon?"

"Mhm."

"Okay, lets start over then? Hello Simon."

Shifty eyes still at you for a moment. Taking a deep breath and out,

"Love you."

Then he's walking out. No room for opposition when he unlocks and closes the door in a fraction of a second. The perks of long legs.

You reach for the flowers to find them freshly ripped from the ground. Roots still attached when they go into a vase. He drops off a soil filled pot and some cash next time he disappears. Its odd, he reminds you of someone you once knew. Like a forgotten memory.