#i headcanon rosie can make clothes sort of

[haznhell-aus]

Introducing Deer Mama AU Charlie's design!

It's just not showing the shoes lol-

But this is what Charlie looks like in the Deer Mama AU, she's one of the only two design changes.

The second design change belongs to Vaggie, whom I will draw next when I can.

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬༄｡°

-r.b. x reader

summary: robin buckley summer headcanons!

warnings: lots of fluff!! some (hinted) 18+ content, oral sex, vaginal fingering (fem!receiving obviously), mention of weed, non-sexual nudity & skinny dipping (let me know if i missed anything!)

a/n: send me your requests for my summer fics & find my guidelines here!

❀ in summer, robin takes you to lover’s lake right after work to cool down (after spending your shift sorting in vhs tapes in sweaty uniforms, it’s a pleasant way to spend the afternoon)

❀ she sunburns so easily! the fact that she constantly forgets to apply her sunscreen doesn’t make it better either.

❀ so she always has a slight sunburn on her rosy cheeks.

❀ “i’m not sunburned at all! this is a tan”

❀ she loves to apply your sunscreen though, regardless of how careless she can be herself: she always helps you in the places you cannot reach. she’ll draw random shapes and patterns on your skin before spreading it.

❀ robin’s freckles are even more prominent in summer and you spend hours counting them as you lie close to her.

❀ robin will never not insist on buying you a sweet treat: mostly ice cream that she’ll later kiss from the side of your mouth.

❀ she also frequently goes to hawkin’s public pool with you and the rest of the group (where she will act like a kid)

❀ she’s in the water 24/7, constantly begging someone to join her.

❀ “come on y/n!! the water isn’t thaaaat cold! i’ve been in there!”

❀ if you decline, she’ll get out just to give you a tight hug while the water is still dripping from her.

❀ when she’s not bothering you, she’s splashing water at steve or busy having a canon ball contest with him. (again: literal kids.)

❀ but if you do join her, she’ll pull you close under the water or carry you around on her back, enjoying the possibility of being close like this in public without catching anyone’s attention.

❀ later, you’ll lie in bed with her, the two of you sharing kisses that taste of sunscreen and the last remains of pool water she’s soaked in all day.

❀ falling asleep is hard with the summer heat threatening to suffocate the two of you, but comes much easier when you’re home alone and don’t have to bother to wear clothes.

❀ her bare body pressed against yours, her chest rising and falling with even breaths, is enough to soothe you to sleep, regardless of the heat.

❀ this often leads to wandering hands in the morning though…

❀ …when the sun is still rising and a comfortable breeze is going through the room. when you wake up to soft kisses peppered down your back and robin’s hair tickling your neck.

❀ …when robin’s voice is still raspy from sleep as she asks you if you’re okay with it and instead of answering verbally, you pull her on top of you and taste the laughter from her mouth.

❀ …when she grinds down against you, and you move back up against her and you have to stifle your moans because she left the window open.

❀ “that’s my girl. so good. i wish i could hear you. you’re so pretty”

❀ so you end up coming with your face pressed against her pillows and her head buried between your thighs.

❀ her savings are not enough to take you to europe just yet, but she insists on taking you to a beach town for the summer vacation. somewhere where no one knows the two of you and you have a place for yourself.

❀ she loves to talk you on long walks along the shore, where she holds your hand and steals quick kisses when there’s no one around to see.

❀ robin brings french and spanish books that she’ll read to you while you’re sunbathing. you don’t understand what she’s saying, but there’s something comforting about the way she pronounces each syllable, while she runs her fingers through your beach waves.

❀ one night, she convinces you to go skinny dipping with her:

❀ it’s nearly 3am, you’re both a little high from a joint you’ve shared and there’s no one around to see.

❀ she’s giddy when she sheds her clothes for no one else but you to see and races you to the shore.

❀ the water is cold, yet robin’s body warm, when she wraps her arms around you from behind and pulls you into the waves of the sea.

❀ she holds you over the surface with ease so you can wrap your legs around her and cover her in salty kisses.

❀ you can kiss her openly that night, and enjoy being close and affectionate with her without having to worry that someone might catch you.

❀ robin collects the prettiest rocks and shells for you while you’re sunbathing.

❀ she’s constantly moving, walking along the shore as she’s looking for new things to find among the seaweed and sand.

❀ she then sorts them on your back and puts them down along your spine while you’re still dozing in the sun.

❀ robin definitely brings watercolors to the beach and paints the scenery.

❀ but she also has a camera she brings along to capture the moments, constantly snapping pictures of you when you’re not paying attention.

❀ after a long beach day, you can’t wait to wash the sand and salt off of your skin. you untie your bikini the moment you step through the door, letting it drop to the floor as you step to the bathroom with robin watching you.

❀ you beckon her over, then, and she stumbles over her own feet in an attempt to rush to the shower with you.

❀ she washes your hair under the shower, runs her gentle fingertips up your body, and traces your curves under the steam.

❀ only when you’re both clean and no longer covered in sea salt and sweat, she lowers herself down on the shower tiles until she’s kneeling between your legs.

❀ “so pretty. such a pretty girl”

❀ she doesn’t stop talking, not even when she puts her mouth on you and licks through your wet folds.

❀ “hmm such a pretty pussy too. taste so good for me.”

❀ you love to braid her hair, when she’s got her head in your lap and you’re listening to the soft sounds of the waves meeting the shore.

❀ when it’s your head in her lap, she’ll feed you the food she’s brought along; dropping grapes and apple slices into your mouth while she rambles on and on.

[alldoll3dup]

Hello there! I loved your Rosie headcanons! Can you do the same romantic headcanons for Velvette (HH) with fem!reader? I just love her sm 😭😭 thank you in advance!

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▐ Hello there anon! Of course I just love Velvette and her somewhat provocative personality, I'm going to love writing this

໑୧﹒★﹒Velvette x FEM!Reader - Headcanon's ᰍ﹒∿

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Romantic headcanon's for our dear Velvette

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Hazbin Hotel

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - FEM!Reader, swearing, jealousy, fluff

– So to start, my biggest headcanon for Velvette is that she she teases you all the time

– You don't have a second of peace with her, she loves to irritate you and then say something like

"What's the matter darlin'? We can sort this out later okay?~"

– She flirts a lot, especially at inappropriate times, she thinks it's very funny and a little cute when you blush because of something she said

– She mixes insults with compliments

– She uses cute nicknames too, but only when she's making fun of you or wants to try to be more affectionate

– When someone makes her jealous, she literally humiliates the person in front of you so you think that person is pathetic (and it works)

– She gossips a lot with you, after all she knows all the news and of course you have to know

– On the day of the overlords meeting she told you horrible things about Carmilla and of course you had to agree with her

– She loves when you create new hairstyles for her hair, even the craziest ones

– She's a total brat and makes a big deal out of anything

– If you two fight, her ego will NEVER allow her to apologize, you will have to do it first (It would take her a long time to accept the apology)

– She takes photos of you all the time (sometimes even photos of you distracted for no reason)

– Velvette thinks you are very beautiful and you have appeared in several of her fashion shows and always in the best clothes

– And when talking about clothes, she puts together looks for you all the time

– For me, Velvette is a very good designer, so she always draws you in the outfits she desings

– Defends you a lot she's like "Excuse me your dumbass she asked for no pickles"

– She loves grabbing your waist at random moments, the biggest waist fan is her

– She shows a lot of PDA, I feel like she is someone who doesn't care what others think

– She thinks it's funny when you get flustered over a little kiss

– Ok and to finish she is the biggest spoon, she loves to feel in control

▐ Heya my lovely readers! Forgive me for taking so long to write this, I hope yall like it

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡

★ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ★

- Read this before making a request thanks for reading 🫶

[schrodinger-swriter]

Hii I’m not sure if you’re open to regular headcanon requests, but could I ask for more Rosie content? I love her so much 🫶🏻❤️

Could I ask for Rosie with a non cannibal S/O? 🥹❤️ just cute fluff content for our wife plz

Rosie x Non Cannibal!Reader

Aha I guess it seems I only do pre-made prompt stuff..! Rest assured, I do not! The prompt lists have just been quite popular!

I hope you enjoy, friend! C:

She might initially be a little wilted that you don't share her... tastes.. but ultimately she does acknowledge that the diet isn't for anyone and won't force you. She keeps food for you on hand so you don't have to go hungry, along with keeping snacks! That being said, I don't think her entire diet is.. flesh.. She is open to trying food you like every now and then!

She's a very loving partner, keeping your needs in mind everyday. She's also fairly easy to solve problems with, being open to communication if any issues arise within the relationship. As well as this she is open to compromising a bulk of the time.

While she wouldn't... force you to wear her style, and by extension the whole town's style, she does get you some outfits that she thinks you would look cute in! Though if anyone tries to make moves on you, as in.. trying to eat you, Rosie is going to put her foot down. Hard. No one messes with this overlords partner, and it's going to be known across the entire town. She won't eat them, she deems them not worth the fight or the meal. instead they might be shamed or even exiled out of town and left to their own devices. Rather kind considering the other option is using them as an infinite meat source, assuming they're a sinner and can regenerate.

She treats you to all sorts of expensive luxurious gifts. Flowers, bedding, clothing, body products, the works. You're pampered daily, romantically too! She always talk to you in a sweet and loving tone. Sometimes she takes you out on walks, arms linked together under an umbrella and just. Talking. It's sweet!

[s1llysmut]

Hazbin Hotel Men as Dads

A/N: This isn’t smut also I’ve been super busy sorry guys. Anyways here’s some of my headcanons of how they’d be as dads. In honour of Father’s Day.

Lucifer

I’m assuming this is if he had another child after Charlie. For starters, he is AMAZING with babies. Now with Lilith outta the way he can make the nursery duck themed!!!! He gets them baby duck clothes and duck stuffies and of course rubber ducks! If his kid ever gets hurt (a small injury of course) he totally panics like running around frantically. He has you nearby him 24/7. If his kid gives him any sort of gift he will cry. He absolutely adores his children.

Alastor

Yikes okay so he’s definitely no good with babies. But he’s great with older kids and teenagers! He absolutely spoils his kid. Not to mention he’s extremely protective. His kid is practically attached to his hip 24/7. His child never has and never will watch television. Rosie definitely babysits a lot. Alastor would see his child a bit like an opportunity to lead on his legacy if he ever dies. He loves his kid in his own way I guess.

Husk

He’s pretty good with babies. Very good at getting them to sleep. Crying makes him panic a bit though. A toddler would make him constantly on edge. There’s just so much trouble and danger they could get into when he’s not looking. He keeps his kid away from Alastor as much as he can. If his kid is with him while he’s bartending he’ll give them a juice or a soda while they colour or read or something. He’s overall a really good dad.

Sir Pentious

He’s absolutely amazing with babies. Toddlers make him worry for the same reason as Husk. However, he’s a little less worried since if he doesn’t have his eyes on his kid, his eggs do. He loves playing literally any games with them. If his child is sad he tries to cheer them up rather than comfort them. If his kid gets hurt he also panics like Lucifer. He loves matching his outfits with his kid. He’s a great dad.

Angel Dust

He’s honestly great with a kid of any age. He can handle the responsibilities of a baby, the chaos of a toddler, the hyperactivity of a kid, and the mood swings of a teenager. He keeps his kid a secret from Valentino out of fear for his kid. He also loves matching outfits. He’s definitely a chill fun dad.

Adam

Yikes. He’s not necessarily bad with babies but he’s not great either. He’s great with toddlers and kids though. He will not censor himself around his kid and he’ll find it adorable and hilarious if his kid swears too. He spoils his child to a degree. Lute gets stuck babysitting a lot. He’s not great with comforting his kid. He’ll give them a pat on the back and that’s kinda it. He’s a fun dad but not a great one.

[tired-fandom-ndn]

The fact that Alastor is canonically more comfortable around women is so interesting to me.

He doesn't seem to mind it when Rosie and Nifty touch him or enter his personal space. Rosie also seems to be aware of his plans to some extent. Mimzy has been using him as a get out of jail free card for DECADES before he told her to stop.

Meanwhile, when he interacts with other men it is usually much more hostile. He humiliates Vox, keeps Zestial at a distance and refuses to share information, has a rivalry with Lucifer, and we all remember how the Husk scene went.

And that makes the idea of Alastor being in a lavender marriage in life so much more interesting, too.

Because Alastor is good with women, he genuinely LIKES spending time with them. Chances are he got along well with his wife, possibly being close friends.

And the more I think about it, the clearer I can see Alastor being raised by a single mother and developing "girly" hobbies, such as cooking or sewing, and being used to housework. A well-dressed man who hangs out with plenty of women but never makes an advance. There would be rumors about him being gay, and men would hate him either for getting too close to their wives, for being a pansy, or both.

Alastor, in hell, waiting patiently for his wife. Because she was his friend. Because she never loved him and he never loved her, but extra souls never hurt and he'd rather keep her close than let someone like Vox get his hands on her.

[context]

GOD ANON HOW DID YOU READ MY MIND

Like this is EXACTLY what I was picturing holy shit. Alastor raised by a single mother (or with a very absent and/or abusive father), taught how to cook, clean, sew, and garden. I headcanon that he was also a hunter from a pretty young age, but even then they worked together to make an income from the hunting, not just eating or selling the meat but also making clothes from the hides and furs. Alastor is, at his roots, a homemaker which was NOT at all typical for men in his time.

His mother also taught him how to respect women and treat them well, always the perfect gentleman, and that combined with his "oddities" and distrust of men definitely led to his friends being almost entirely women (probably with scattering of queer men). The rumors about him would've been RAMPANT, especially when combined with the racism he'd be facing anyway (Word of God says he's mixed, I headcanon him as Black and Choctaw on his mom's side, white on his dad's), which would just drive him further away from forming any sort of relationships with other men.

I think his wife (I've been headcanoning her as Black too, from a lowerclass family like Alastor's) was probably one of those friends, one of the many women who was easily charmed by his bright smiles and kindness but maybe one of the very, very few people who saw a hint of sharpness in his smile or heard the little thread of truth in his darker jokes. She didn't truly understand Alastor, not like Mimzy did, but she saw enough that he trusted they could have a relatively happy and open life together, with him using their marriage as a shield against suspicion. And the fact that their marriage would benefit her too, giving her more freedom than she would get from living with her family and letting her carry on her relationship with her own lover, was absolutely a bonus.

And they were happy. She didn't tell him about her lover, he didn't tell her about his little hobby, but they were happy. They made a home together, laughed and gossiped over meals, and filled their house with constant music and warmth. Their garden was the envy of their neighborhood (and if she wondered where he got the bones and blood their flowers loved so much, she never asked) and they were the life of every party they were invited to. They didn't love each other, but they didn't need to. They were friends and that's all that mattered.

And yeah, I think Alastor absolutely waited for her or sought her out in Hell. Maybe he never found her and was content in the knowledge that she made it into Heaven. Maybe he found her a few decades after his own death and offered her up a simple contract, something to protect her from other overlords while giving her as much freedom as an owned soul has. He keeps her on as one of his reserved souls (like I mentioned here) and they share meals together every so often and sometimes he summons her to act as a background singer or play an instrument to accompany his singing.

They never talk about their previous relationship, partially because it's just not important to who they are in Hell and partially because it would put her in too much danger. Alastor probably mentions having been married in life a few times and everyone just assumes that Mimzy was his wife and that her contract keeps her from talking about it.

[immortalrivers]

SHINAZUGAWA GENYA

Romance headcanons :33333

Tw: none

Genre: fluff/gn!reader

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I feel as if he would get angry if anyone interrupted the two of you. Yelling a barrage of insults with a rosy face until the opposing person left, it's quite endearing to watch, unless he gets into an actual fight.. then it's a bit worriesome.

He's unbelievably affectionate, you really wouldn't expect such an intimidating man to be such a manbaby sometimes. if he's had a shitty day, all he wants is to rest his head on your lap with your fingers running through his hair. Maybe a few sweet words too if it's really getting to him.

At first he'd be very shy, and very nervous around you. More than before you started dating. Constantly dropping stuff, restless, just a mess. He'd instantly melt if you did anything remotely affectionate, but he wouldn't really know how to take compliments just yet. Though he always smiles to himself once he remembers them.

He'd also be a horrific kisser at first, Which he'd be super embarrassed if it was pointed out.. just be patient with him. Even so, it's cute watching him get all worked up over it. He just wants to be the very best he can be, all for you.

Pet names? Oh he melts. He can't take it. Don't even fix your lips to say it cause it might kill him someday!

He spoils you with gifts and tons of attention 24/7, if he's out on long missions he'll get grumpy all cause he can't see you. You may be thinking, "grumpier than the usual genya? Surely that's impossible." Oh no. No it isn't, not one bit. He's always thinking of you so if he passes something like an item in a shop that reminds him of you, it's like it's taunting him.

He does always make sure to get you something nice though. Be it some sort of accessory, clothing, food, anything. He loves seeing you happy.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

I…I have headcanons about their sexy times but they’re very disjointed and I shan’t sully this nice aka by going full x rated.

GIVE THEM TO MEEEEE

Ok, filth and philosophy below. 18+ as always on here folks

Well, in short. I feel like Benny Demarco is a savorer of flesh, as was mentioned before, ha. If some sorts of odd things might make yall wanna mock him, may I point to the door right now because Benny’s tastes are essential for making Lu comfortable in her skin again, and nobody said it was gonna be straight vanilla. She could get that in college so. Hold your piece or bail out now.

And please add your own thoughts guys, I wanna hear them. I don’t care how graphic, lol.

This man would find an elbow joint erotic if attached to the girl he loves. And weirdly, he can make her think of it that way too. Savoring. Literally doesn’t need her to take her clothes off to make her feel ravished in the best way. Kissing? He’s great at kissing, Lu loves the way he kisses her initially with only one hand gently anchored to her cheek and the other resting respectfully on the seat back.

His lips and tongue and gentle hums are everything to her and make her quake. His scent too, familiar but exciting. Just like him.

He don’t need his hands to make her drown in his kisses. But once he does use his hands?! Who needs penises? No really, Lu has to call Ida to ask if it’s possible to cum from someone kissing you and rubbing your biceps.

Ida isn’t sure but she knows a woman can come from a man licking her shoulder blades, don’t mind Rosie and his obsession with Ida’s sinewy back, it’s incurable

But it’s not just someone, it’s Benny. Only Benny can make Lu do that, but it certainly spices up earlier dating times when the girl feels so utterly romanced while not out of her comfort zone. Benny is a giver, gets high off giving to her and the realization that she trusts him with her literal healing in this way sometimes short circuits his masculine brain until he’s on cloud nine from that alone. It makes him feel like such a man, not at all the nightmare riddled shell of himself he sometimes thinks he is.

After awhile they do make it into each other’s underwear. As I’ve said before, I don’t think Talullah waits until marriage to do that. She needs to know before, the planned and restrictive schedule of a wedding night would throw her for a tailspin. Whatever her own convictions on the matter, Ida agrees and supports her in this, often kicking herself for not being braver with her own wants in the early days of her marriage to Robert.

Lastly, another note. Benny loves eating out, loves it. But he’s also the absolute king of rubbing his tip through her petals until she’s an absolute gushing wreck. And something about watching his olive hand with its jangling Catholic charmed bracelet round his beautiful wrist holding onto his cock with a firm grip and sliding it throughly the obscenely loud proof of her pleasure sends Lu into a lust filled haze of contended safety she never thought was possible in real life.

[dairy-farmer]

Once when Tim was a baby he blew a kiss to the papparazzi goodbye on his mother's arms as she carried them to the limo home.

It ended up trending for literal weeks, and his parents decided to make him model a few things. Cute things, usually. There was one where his shirt was messily unbuttoned, hair a fluffed up mess. There was one where he sat on a kitchen counter leg's spread the way a baby can never keep their legs closed, he's wearing a pair of brown overrals with no shirt underneath. One with a flower crown, one in a suit and tie, one on his daddy's lap. Things like that.

Anyway, tim comes across a gif of him as a chubby cheeked cute little baby blowing a kiss to cameras and...well, he's a teen ceo with a bit of spare time. He redoes every piece of the photoshoot he sees. At first he thinks people find it cute. He's trending again, he expected maybe a few days. But days turned to weeks. And weeks turned to months.

He opens his social media account to see he's STILL trending because of those photos. Him on Bruce's lap, dressed up all pretty. Him with messy hair and an unbuttoned shirt, no scars seen on his clean unhairy chest. The one that's trending the most is him blowing a kiss to the camera, an added wink to make it look cuter.

Before he could scroll to the countless of people still thirsting over him, Tam snatches his phone and tells him to focus on his paperwork. He tells himself he'd check them out later again but he forgets and he never sees basically the whole world thirsting for him

STOP THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER READ!!!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭!!!!! i've always had a headcanon that tim was a cute baby, like a really really cute baby. the kind of baby that you see and can't help but think 'wow you should be on tv!' and his parents were the type to get him professionally photographed. like tim could be the gerber baby!

and baby timmy is so plump and charming with his little rosy nose and cheeks. he'd 100% have been put on catalogs for children's clothes, been on local commercials. maybe he would've even had a nonspeaking role on a tv show that ran for a single season. timmy wouldn't have been a BIG star but he'd have certainly been recognized enough. tim essentially went viral before the internet or modern forms of virality were around!!

of course by the time he's a teenager he's just one of a million gifs uploaded and popularly used. he shows up on video compilations of 'don't kids just do the darndest things?' alongside dozens of other children doing tooth-rottingly cute antics. and his wikipedia page which only knows him as one of bruce wayne's adopted children and the current ceo of WE makes no mention about it.

i imagine no one among the bats even knows its him because ??? he doesn't mention it???? it was years ago for him and he was just a baby. he barely even remembers it and it's not like it was relevant information to know. even though some of the lingering effects are present in his life. tim inherited a condo in new york from his parents that he stays in overnight occasionally when he's in the city. he knows it was purchased using money from his brief stint in show business. he also knows there's an investment portfolio for which he gets monthly letters in the mail for since the state had protections in the form of child entertainment laws. about 20% of every job tim did as a kid was set aside for him by his parents. it was the same in california the other 'show business town'. of the country they had jackie coogan's law and new jersey had mary dahl's.

so tim stumbles on this very old gif that's sort of grainy in the way internet footage that's been copied and reposted over and over again always is but he recognizes it because tim's parents used to make him 'kiss the crowd' every year at the office christmas party. he remembers how embarrassed he'd be to do it but he'd power through because his mom would get this joyful blush and an ecstatic smile on her face that wasn't from the champagne.

tim still has the original footage somewhere in a box along with other pieces of memorabilia because his mom had been his biggest fan. he'd always be so embarrassed about it. he'd actively avoided bringing friends over when his parents were home because he knew she'd show him his baby photos. some parents brought out the soccer trophies or the newspaper clipping from the spelling bee. tim's mom brought out pictures of him as a chubby baby laughing sweetly at a camera.

it's out of nowhere that he sees the clip he hasn't seen or thought of in almost a decade. he's just scrolling through social media and sees some interesting beef between two people erupt and clicks on it just to be nosy. it's at the very end that the gif shows up.

apparently, the gif of tim as a baby is used as a kind of sassy 'that's all folks!' finishing line a la porky pig. a bit of searching and tim finds thousands upon thousands of people who've used it. the gif is recognizable but not as famous as the one of michael jackson eating popcorn or of a generic white man blinking in surprise.

it's really just a pleasant surprise that serves as a quick laugh.

tim doesn't really have much thought behind it when he shares it with tam and a few other staff members at lunch the next day. small talk is a necessity in corporate life that not even tim can escape from and he was really just looking to entertain his circle of work friends.

they're confused for a bit and tim can see it in their faces that they're not sure why he's showing them some of the funnier uses of the gif.

"that's me when i was a baby!" he tells them.

tim's in a PR meeting by the end of the day. they're absolutely salivating at this opportunity because apparently, photos taken 10 years apart is the internet's newest and biggest fad. people recreating family photos, vacation images, and touching scenes.

it's cute, it's heartwarming, and it's family-friendly! WE has been working to rebrand itself under tim's command. bruce's playboy image has apparently held back the company's progress according to some economists so the board has tasked the company with improving into a more...wholesome image.

tim's baby photos are apparently the prime way to do that and honestly...tim really likes the idea. corporate stuff aside.

tim hasn't thought back to his childhood in a long time. much of it was overshadowed by that one bad day at the circus which was actually...approximately around the time tim stopped baby modeling.

it'd be hard to do with a child that kept bursting out into tears at the slightest memory of that night. plus his parents had started getting busier at that time too.

still. it's nice to have relics of a bygone era.

pr wants to curate it, pull in professional photographers, get an entire set up but tim shoots it down. he wants it to be a personal project. something he posts online himself and not under the flag of WE.

there's some reluctance but ultimatly tim has the upperhand. he's the one with the photos afterall.

it takes a few weeks. it takes time to gather up props and outfits as well as scout out the locations. plus tim is doing this during his free time which means it takes a little longer.

tim manages to wrangle bruce into one of them. showing him the ripped-out page from a bridal magazine where tim's dad had ended up being a model too. mostly because tim kept getting fussy on the original model's lap and asking for his dad. tim had been wearing a poofy little floer girl dress and holding a basket with scattered petals on both him and his dad's lap. his dad was mid-laugh and dressed in a sharp black tux that looked like one bruce had in his closet.

tim takes a lot of photos that week. one where he's in a thin tanktop and little shorts with flour and batter on his hands while seated on a kitchen island. an ad for a mixing bowl that claimed that purchasers could look forward to 'less mess!'.

there's tim at a botanical garden, laying on the daises like a little fairy. it's an image still printed on the back of the 'welcome!' pamphlet for the gotham garden society.

tim in fishing gear with overall and naked as the day he was born underneath. tim needs to use the straps to strategically cover his nipples because he's grown since he was a kid.

tim in some formal wear thought that ends up being less exciting than others.

bruce is a collecter of vintage cars so tim has the perfect prop to use to recreate the old 'wish you were here!' gotham postcard which featured a baby him dolled up all pretty and changing a tire.

they're cute. tim looks at the photos with fondness. plus once he'd told bruce he'd needed help bruce had gone through each photo, looking at it and letting a soft smile at each one.

"you were a cute baby." bruce tells him when tim shifted in his lap. the flower girl dress was white and poofy and the closest tim could find was a wedding dress he managed to rent for a hundred bucks.

all tim was missing was a veil on his head. bruce wrapped a tighter arm around tim's small waist, tugging him closer and letting tim sprinkle flower petals onto his chest and their lap.

it was a nice picture. alfred even asked for a printed copy and kept it framed alongside other family pictures on the mantlepiece.

they're nice photos. cute too.

tim even remakes the original kiss, even throwing in a wink at the end.

tim doesn't think much about them when he posts them followed by a short caption of 'the more things change the more they stay the same.'

it's sentimental, tim is sure it'll fit right in on the train of people also doing it.

he's right. he does.

he also trends on the front page of nearly every social media site for a week. then two. then three.

tim's not big on the internet. so he mostly checks out even though everytime he goes out there are seemingly more papparazzi out than normal.

tim makes a joke at dinner about the reaction being bigger than he expected over a simple gift and they all just stare at him.

tam keeps saying he's the new 'white boy of the month' and it'll blow over eventually.

but it doesn't.

tim checks in one day and sees that his notification counter has just stopped and there is a constant stream of messages getting sent to his inbox.

tim is about to open it, curious to see what others were saying-

when it gets plucked out of his hand.

it's tam reminding him to finish his work for the day and tim puts a pin on his curiosity. he'll explore it later.

but he doesn't.

he already fulfilled what he set out to do and so long as the reactions weren't bad he was fine.

so he never checks and so he doesn't see people losing their minds over tim's thin taktop and how you can just barely see the outline of his pink nipples.

how when he's seated in bruce's lap there's so much more heat and tension present. tim is so small and its emphasized by how much bigger and broader bruce is compared to him.

tim's garden pictures where he's wearing delicately laced daisies into a crown- it emphasizes the gentle slope of his jaw, the his cute button nose, and his full pink lips that make him look like something to be ravished in the flowers.

tim was an absolute treasure of a baby that blossomed into a gorgeous boy with the sweetest eyes and the most fuckable mouth in existence.

the way those pink lips were so wonderfully plush as they blew kisses out. people zoomed in on every part of tim. his pretty mouth, his perky tits, soft bottom, and the obscene spread of his legs-

people send him messages begging for more, others demanding he sends them photos of his tits and pretty cunt that they knew he was hiding.

but tim never sees them. even when he does eventually get back online.

mainly because his father and brothers would go through his phone and make sure every single message was destroyed while ensuring the more...brave messages were silenced.

while tim may not have seen the fall out of his little photoshoot.

they most certainly did.

[bureowo]

skinny love | stray kids headcanons

skinny love: term used to describe a romantic relationship between two people who are unable to communicate their feelings for each other.

genre: fluff, slight angst bc i can’t escape my roots.

word count: ~2.8k total.

warnings: none.

chan

› chan looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky. he stares at you a lot, sometimes you catch him and you both pretend you don’t notice the way you start to blush or how his ears turn red.

› he always smiles when he sees you and asks you about your day because he genuinely wants to know. he loves to hear you talk about anything and everything, and could listen to your voice for hours on end. but as much as he enjoys the chitchat, nothing compares to the deep conversations the two of you share. you trust each other, so much, you tell each other things you wouldn’t even dream of saying aloud otherwise. and chan’s heart swells when he thinks about it, it means the world to him.

› chan can be very charming, and when he’s in a confident mood, he can be so flirty. the compliments are relentless and he smiles at you with a teasing gleam in his eyes. he holds your hands, and if he’s feeling reckless, he might even place his hand on the small of your back, or maybe even your thigh.

› he loves spending time with you. you’ll always remember the first time he invited you over to the studio. you arrived mid-afternoon, thinking you’d only be there for a couple of hours, only to find yourself well past dusk, still sitting besides him. you tried to be mad at him, really, but his bashful smile and the promise of a quick food run quickly tore your resolution to shreds. that night, after a nice, warm meal and a myriad of giggles and murmurs, the two of you fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s embrace, the armrest of the studio’s couch digging uncomfortably into your neck. but just as you’d been about to drift off, you could’ve sworn you heard the faintest whisper of “i love you.”

minho

› minho stares at you great deal as well, but the way he looks at you is much more pensive, his expression hard to read. (but, oh, if only you knew the thoughts that spin through his mind like a whirlwind). he doesn’t blush or make a big deal out of it when you catch him staring, instead he just keeps looking at you, straight into your eyes, as if he can see right through your soul.

› he’s not one to be lowkey, really. he tries to get your attention from across the room, deliberately smirking or even winking at you if you happen to land your sight upon him. minho relishes in making you laugh, it’s like music to his ears. whenever you hang out with the rest of the boys, he tries his hardest to elicit the melodious string of giggles out of your mouth, throwing witty comment after sarcastic joke your way, his gaze focused on you and a smug, complacent grin on his face.

› minho is so soft for you, he’d never admit it out loud but he doesn’t need to, everyone can tell. he’s always much more lenient with you, much gentler, than he is with anyone else. you’re at the forefront of his thoughts at all times and even the slightest shift in your demeanour or the smallest change in your expression makes alarms go off in his head.

› he’s so affectionate in such subtle ways sometimes. you’ll never forget the first time he made your heart flutter. it was such a simple action, truly, he was just trying to get an eyelash off your cheek, but the softness of his thumb as it brushed across your skin and the tender way in which he held your face made you shiver. his face was so close to yours, you could feel his breath fanning over your skin. his body so near to your own, you could feel his chest heaving with  each breath he took. he was so close, and there was nothing you’d wanted more in that moment than to kiss him, kiss him deep and hard, kiss him with everything you had. and he was so close that maybe you could have, and maybe you did.

changbin

› changbin radiates a glow so warm and blazing it could even put the sun to shame. he compliments you so much, a slightly lopsided grin permanently etched onto his face whenever he talks to you. and the way he looks at you sometimes, with half-lidded, dreamy eyes. he’s effortlessly charming, and you just can’t help the way he makes you feel, like your heart is going to burst into flames.

› he wouldn’t admit it even if somebody paid him to, but he dresses up extra good when he knows he’s going to see you. the amount of time he spends rummaging through his closet and checking himself out in front of the mirror almost makes him feel embarrassed, but he just truly wants to impress you. he wants to show off in front of you, and if that means having to flex his arms a little and then get flustered when the boys tease him over it, then so be it. because, really, it’s all worth it the second words of praise and flattery begin leaving your mouth.

› changbin wants to know everything about you: the good, the bad and the ugly. he’s always asking things about you, and he tells you a lot about himself in exchange, too. he wants you to know that you can trust him, and that he’ll always be there for you, no matter what. he is so generous and giving, he tries to help you with everything he can, from the small things, like handing you the utensils as he watches you cook, to the more grievous matters.

› he remembers the day he came into your apartment only to find you completely broken, falling apart on your couch. the memory still nicks at his heart, it makes him grimace every time he thinks back to the endless stream of tears flowing down your face. he held onto your shoulders, trying to get you to speak, to just talk to him, tell him what was wrong, though you could do nothing but sob. his mind went haywire, panic quickly filling his entire body, so he did the only think he could think of: he held you. he held you firmly and securely in between his arms, head tucked under his chin. he held you for hours on end, until your tears ceased and you both fell asleep. and then, he held you some more.

hyunjin

› oh, sweet little hyunjin, it’s so obvious he adores you. sometimes, when he’s looking at you, he gets so caught up in your beauty he forgets what he’s doing. and when you smile at him or laugh at one of his jokes? it’s like his brain short-circuits, he messes up his words, stammering and fumbling to get out any sort of wordage. as senseless as it may come out, he always manages to make it sound cute.

› he talks to you a lot, he brings up small details about himself and tells you about the things he likes in hopes that you’ll remember them, and also, as a subtle way to get you speaking about yourself without having to ask you directly. but hyunjin also tells you other things, things about himself he’s never told anyone. he trusts you wholeheartedly, so he lets his walls down and opens up to you.

› he loves spending time with you. he texts you as you’re about to fall asleep, asking if you want to go get food with him. he’ll randomly show up at your doorstep with facemasks and a tub of ice cream, claiming it’s ‘self-care day’. you’ve grown accustomed to having to cancel plans because a spur of the moment adventure with hyunjin sounds that much more enticing.

› hyunjin is very soft and affectionate with you, he holds your hand gently and likes to smooth his fingers over your hair. there’s nothing he enjoys more, however, than cuddling on the sofa with you on a foggy afternoon, with a blanket draped over the both of you and a movie playing quietly on the background. he sighs in contentment a lot, holding you close to him, and he looks at you so fondly. he gets so incredibly shy if anyone catches you, though. like that time chan walked into the living room to find you and hyunjin in the midst of a cuddling session, limbs tangled and blanket almost laying on the floor. chan cleared his throat awkwardly before scurrying off to his room, but by then, hyunjin’s face was already smooshed against your neck. he groaned, wrapping his arms around you a bit tighter as his cheeks turned rosy.

jisung

› jisung’s feelings for you are so inconspicuous, sometimes you’re even left wondering if he feels anything for you at all. if he even thinks of you the way you think of him, because your heart has a special place set aside and it has his name written all over it. but, oh, if only you knew what you mean to him; you are a beacon of light shining in the dark, luring him in like a moth to a flame.

› he gives you so much attention, really, he can’t keep his eyes off of you. he smiles whenever you enter the room, face brightening immediately, before greeting you with a soft ‘hi’. jisung always stands by you in crowds, eyes alert and hand attached to your shoulder, as if he’s afraid he’s going to lose you amongst the people. sometimes, you take his hand from your shoulder and hold it, intertwining your fingers with his, afraid you might lose him, too.

› jisung tries so hard to impress you. he wears the type of clothes he knows you like and he does his hair in the styles you’ve complimented him for. he tends to wear your favourite colour quite often, as well, in hopes it’ll catch your eye. jisung just wants you to tell him he looks good, honestly, because he can be rather hesitant at times, insecure even.

› it still makes your guts churn when you recall the tremble in his voice, the night he’d asked you: “am I good enough?”. your hands felt as gelid as the night draught as it brushed across your faces. you weren’t all too clear on what he’d been alluding to, in which way could he possibly deem himself not good enough, but you knew without a shadow of a doubt that jisung was the best person you’d ever come to know. white puffs left your mouth, dissipating into the air above you as you described him from your viewpoint, listing all of the attributes and virtues that compose the essence of what’s truly him, someone who is so good. and the way he looked at you afterwards left you feeling bare in a way you never had before.

felix

› you and felix’s feelings are so palpable and so glaringly reciprocated, everyone around you two is left scratching their heads, wondering how the both of you can be so oblivious. but then again, how could you really know for certain?

› felix is, by nature, quite an affectionate, touchy person. so how are you to deduce that the way he hugs you just a bit too tight, or how his hand rests warmly and comfortably over yours for just a tad too long, or the manner in which he oh-so-gently strokes your back when he can tell you’re nervous, mean anything other than that: touches? and how are you supposed to know that his skin tingles all over every time you as much as graze a finger over it?

› he invites you places, and introduces you to all his friends with an arm thrown over your shoulder, as if he’s trying to show you off. he takes you to restaurants and coffee shops, never the same one twice. “it’s so we can know new places” he always says. and he loves going out for walks through the park with you, he holds your hand whilst smiling toothily, and when you get tired you both sit on the grass and watch the sun go down.

› it’s preposterous, really, how daft you two can be. or maybe you’re both bluffing, pretending neither of you can see the signs. you pondered over this thought one afternoon, felix was animatedly telling you about his day, but you’d only been picking up a few stray words here and there. it’s not like you meant to not give him your full attention, you just couldn’t help but get lost in his features. by the time you realized he stopped talking, you’d been staring at his lips long enough for him to notice. if you’d been a little less enthralled, you would’ve anxiously waited for an awkward chuckle, or perhaps even a teasing remark, but instead he leaned a little closer to you, and your heart skipped a beat.

seungmin

› seungmin is subtle, like the rays of sunlight shining through the trees on a midspring afternoon: tepid and in view, but not in the fulgent way that leaves you blinded and stunned. he’s sweet and friendly, always talking to you with a big, fond smile on his face. he pays so much attention to you whenever you speak and he’s very responsive, sometimes you can’t help the blush from creeping up your cheeks.

› he tells you things about himself, and you love how excited he gets when you ask him questions about his interests, you can’t help but find the way he rambles on and on, looking at you with starry eyes, utterly adorable. he always tries to sneak in little comments or jokes to make you laugh too, and if he manages it, the broad and full smile adorning his face doesn’t clear out until he’s well and deep into sleep.

› he cares about you a lot. he checks up on you rather regularly, and you’re not quite sure when it started, but ‘hey, have you eaten yet?’ has become his way of greeting you. he just wants to make sure you’re taking proper care of yourself. he sends you texts often, letting you know how he’s doing and what he’s been up to, so you don’t worry too much if you guys haven’t been able to meet for a while. because even if he doesn’t see you, you live in his mind night and day.

› sometimes seungmin get shy, head tilting downwards bashfully. other times, though, he gets gutsy, dauntless. like that day that time stood still. he’d been talking to you merrily, holding your wrists in between his hands and swinging your arms around lightly. your head was buzzing, you felt lighter and lighter with every word seungmin spoke, and before too long, you felt as if the two of you were floating, suspended in mid-air. you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, afraid that if you did, it would all end and you’d both come crashing down. yet when he had finished speaking, his grasp on you lingered, and he gazed at you so longingly. and the two of you stayed like that, defying gravity for just a moment longer.

jeongin

› jeongin tries to be tenuous, he truly does. he likes to think that his feelings for you are as nebulous and impalpable as the clouds in the sky. though they are more like the rain, washing down upon you and impossible to ignore. he wonders why the boys tease him about you, but that’s only because he can’t see the way his eyes gleam any time he looks at you.

› he’s so friendly and sweet with you, nicer than he is with anyone else. he’s affectionate without even realizing it, he holds your hand to pull you along when he wants you to walk faster, he drapes his arm over your shoulder when he sits besides you, he clings to your arm for balance whenever you make him laugh. he’s so charming, you just can’t help but melt into his touch and become putty in his hands.

› he is so attached to you, honestly. at first, he’d just invite you places every now and again, yet slowly but surely it turned into him showing up at your place and announcing what the two of you would be doing for that particular day. it’s habitual now, for him to text you an address, soliciting your immediate arrival. the boys don’t even question it anymore, it’s fact, a stability, the sun rises every morning, and you’ll go wherever jeongin asks you to with a pep in your step and a smile on your face.

› jeongin delights in playing around with you and teasing you. there’s a moment in particular that you can’t help but replay over and over inside your head. he’d been teasing you unremittingly throughout the entire day, throwing sarcastic after witty comment your way about anything that popped into his mind and, truthfully, he was getting on your nerves. he wasn’t often like this, usually he’d stop after a pout and a bat of the eyelashes, but that day he seemed bolder, adamant. it only took a peculiar remark for you to completely lose it, although not how he expected. you jumped into position, fully ready and willing to fight him to the best of your capabilities. he took every punch and kick, pretending they actually hurt and letting out fake crying noises. not too long after, you both collapsed on the couch, laughing and slightly out of breath, you turned your face towards him only to find him already looking at you. you stared at each other and begun to feel breathless once more, although this time, it was for completely different reasons.

[rreyie]

aot girls boobies headcanons

warnings- the obvious. smut, a few details about intercourse

characters: mikasa, sasha, hange, pieck, annie, yelena, hitch

a/n- just a little something to feed y’all while i’m writing some fanfics, sorry this one was short 😕

mikasa ackerman

she doesn’t like to be physically vulnerable around anyone, so it’s rare that anyone has seen her boobs

eren saw them once by accident, still can’t get them off his mind

her boobs are c cups, fairly pale with light, rosy areolas

her nipples don’t really poke out? if you know what i mean, they’re just little buds

there’s a few scars on there from training, but they’re actually sexy for some reason

she isn’t too sensitive around the chest area, but is okay with you playing with her boobs during sex if it pleasures you

when she fingers herself, she always pulls up her shirt and bra just for the effect

sasha braus

oh my GOD she’s got a serious case of mommy milkers

d cups, there’s a few small bumps around her areolas but they’re barely noticeable

her nipples are actually pretty big, i wouldn’t really say pepperoni size but like they’re there

there a tad darker than her actual boob, a pleasant dark pink

connie has seen them once, otherwise she keeps that shit to herself

she’s got really fucking sensitive boobs, a lactation kink too for some reason

she prefers tits over ass and thighs

loves it when you suck at them, her chest area is very sensitive, she can get off just from that

they’re SUPER bouncy, squishy too

hange zoë

i’m gonna go with b cups

she’s got pepperoni nipples, but they look oddly good on her

plus her nips are a rosy-red sort of color

i’m gonna be honest... i think levi has seen them many times due to the fact it’s canon that he needs to knock her out to bathe her

moblit has DEFINITELY seen them more than once too

she walks around with no shirt no nothing on sometimes when she’s alone or with her s/o

not a big fan of bras either, she will often wear no bra to work

and since they’re jiggly, be prepared for a show... 👀

pieck finger

c cups, she’s got a chest and there’s no doubt about it

her boobs are just pale in general, pale pink nipples that are small but pretty

a few stretch marks, obviously still pretty tho

from being in titan form for so long, she basically forgot that humans wear clothes so she just doesn’t wear clothes when she’s alone

porco has seen them, she was crawling around on all fours once with absolutely nothing on when he got a glimpse of them

he was jacking off to the thought of it for weeks

shes got a sensitive chest too, play with her nipples and she’s gonna cream

she likes her boobs being massaged for some reason, like rub some oil on them and feel them up

loves to do them to your too (if you have them), oily tits really appeal to her

annie leonhart

a cups

relatively large nipples

she doesn’t normally let people touch them just because of the fact she’s insecure about having small boobs

but if you get close enough to her and manage to gain her trust, she will let you feel her up

and they fit in your hands perfectly!

nobody has seen them. like ever

not much to say, just nice tits ig

yelena

also small boobs, a cups

she doesn’t necessarily like having her boobs played with... but she will take a liking to yours

if you’re doing something without her while you’re in private, she will just undo your shirt and play with your boobs

nobody has seen hers besides you, but she always wears a bra no matter what so it’s rare when you ever do

hitch dreyse

c cups

she’s got some pretty boobs i must say, very round with super perky nipples that are a shade of pink

she takes extremely good care of her boobs, using all different types of body care products to make them look their best

very jiggly and bouncy, they’re like stress balls if i do say myself

enjoys if you play with them or suck on them

annie has seen them obviously since they’re roommates, marlo might have too by accident

[dreamcure]

hey yo! was wondering if it'd be possible to get some Rosie X Fem!Reader headcanons (SFW and NSFW), where the reader has a sugar baby kind of arrangement with her? 👀

ROSIE

🌹 As a business owner and upstanding overlord in hell, she has a reputation to keep. Not that she’s high on the scale of power or that anyone is eager to step in her way, but these things are always present in her mind. Yet, falling lonely is easier than it’s ever been in hell (what with Franklin being exterminated), and your first visit to her emporium makes magnets click together in her chest.

🌹 It starts as something small, such as free goods at the end of long talks during your regular visits. She runs the show there, she can do as she pleases. Slowly it begins to be a bit more than friendly conversations. She offers money in exchange for your time. Just your time. 

🌹 Rosie is very sweet to you while being intimidating to everyone else. She pampers you, makes sure you are being treated well. Thanks to her, you have your own apartment safe and secure in a nicer part of the pentagram, and plenty of cute clothes to wear. Did I mention the goody baskets? Full of food and treats - she pampers you, and only expects your time and wellbeing in return. 

🌹 She loves to add “dear” to the end of your name whenever she’s addressing you.

“Y/N-dear, did you get this week’s basket all right?”

“Oh, Y/N-dear, you couldn’t just stay a few moments more with me?”

It’s part of the aesthetic of having Rosie as your sugar mommy.

🌹 Does she understand that she is quite literally your sugar momma? No, but does she have any regrets? Absolutely not. She adores your company, and giving you gifts and money to keep you happy is such a small price to pay for her. New dresses (ones to match her own aesthetic, but also those to make you feel comfortable in), the most expensive perfume in hell, makeup to your heart’s desire. While Rosie may literally be in love with you, she’ll never quit with the gifts.

NSFW under the cut

🌹 When your atypical relationship turns towards the more promiscuous side of things, there isn’t a single thought in Rosie’s mind that this isn’t what she wants. In fact, she handles it with grace and elegance as she does with most things. Your first night together was nothing short of romantic, as she intended.

🌹 Her sex drive is relatively low, so as far as nsfw goes, she adores to see you stripped down to hardly anything. Rosie herself is very modest, but her inner pervert cherishes seeing you in the bare minimum. Her particular favourite is white lace, but she is also a sucker for any sort of red clad on your body.

🌹 It’s never her visiting you, you must always come to her. In the very beginning, whispers and rumors stirred. But now it’s hardly a memory in the distant past. Nobody cares, and as mentioned before Rosie doesn’t actually have that much power as an overlord so who cares that she has a woman sneaking (poorly) into her bed some nights?

🌹 She adores a good body worship. No doubt she towers over you, and she’ll use this to her advantage to cup your face in both her hands, press her lips to your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw, and take off from there. All in front of her vanity mirror where the light hits you perfectly.

woah, your mind :0

i do not feel at all that i've done this any justice since there is such little exposure for rosie yet. i still hope you enjoyed anyways!

[maribabyart]

Do you have any Demon Martha headcanons? How do you think her reunion with Mrs. Mayberry (The teacher who paid for her assassination) in hell would go?

 OK YES I HAVE HEADCANONS FOR THIS HERE WE GO --

MARTHA HEADCANONS <3

So, I’m gonna start with her before she died so I can fully get into why every part of her is the way she is as a demon.

Martha is light skinned Latina woman with family coming from Venezuela. Her mother has a much darker skin tone than her, but her father is far more light-skinned, where she gets her complexion from. While she was raised in America, her parents were immigrants. She was born at home, and she didn’t get a birth certificate until she was four, the year before she started schooling.

She has three older brothers. They were very rambunctious with Martha as a child, pulling pranks on her/with her, taking her hunting, etc.

She was raised out on a farm in the middle of a forested area in Kentucky. They raised cattle, sheep, chickens, and horses. Martha’s main job on the farm was to groom/ride horses and feed chickens.

She learned her sharp-shooter skills in a more intense version of something like 4H unique to her area. She was fantastic with a bow and arrow, and even better with her firearms.

Cannibalism was normalized in Martha’s life from a young age. She knew that it must be kept secret from the outside world, and that it wasn’t accepted. However, it wasn’t something she found to be horrid.

Her family -- and their close friends -- came from a long lineage of Satanic cultists that practiced cannibalism to purge any bit of, “soul” remaining in the corpses of their sacrifices. Due to this, Martha had evolved to be able to be immune to the ill side effects of cannibalism, along with the ability to not feel repulsed by the idea of eating human meat.

Her favorite part of the body growing up was the brain, and it still is to this day. She loves the frontal lobe slathered in spices and hot sauce.

She began her cultish killings at age fourteen, when she officially joined the cult of her family’s descent -- Compañerismo de la Fruta Prohibida (Fellowship of the Forbidden Fruit, a refrence to their following of Lucifer)

Martha didn’t love Raphael Peterson, or, “Ralphie”. She was married of to him at age sixteen, when she became a, “Woman” in the cult’s eyes. They were both meant to appear as an ideal couple so that people wouldn’t suspect them, as their parents before them have.

Ralph and Martha always saw each other as friends with benefits.

They moved to Dayton, Tennessee to start their family when they turned eighteen.

In Nashville, Martha started singing to music her husband played in Taverns. Think Dolly Parton style music. She sounded a lot like that.

Their first child was born when Martha was eighteen: Their daughter, Jolene Peterson. Two years later, they had their son, Beau Peterson.

Martha was always really involved with her kids’ school activities, and she was always volunteering to work events, and her kids were in every activity they could be.

She used her physical attractiveness to seduce and kill men.

While sex favorable, Martha is on the aspec -- greysexual (sexual pleasure is irrelevant to her, and she only engages in it to appease her partner generally. She only finds sexual attraction in people while in the act.) Because of this fact, Martha only has affairs for the sake of gaining trust to bring the men home so they can be killed and eaten.

When Martha was shot, the community villainized Mrs. Mayberry because the town darling, Martha Jane Nunez Robles-Peterson, would NEVER cheat, right? The situation was misread: Martha was just talking to Jarold Mayberry that night about t-ball-related things, right? He WAS the the little league captain for her 6-year-old-son’s league, wasn’t he?

Martha was gifted millions by the community, and people were insanely supportive of her. They wanted the sweet Martha they, “knew” to get better soon. They loved her so -- such a darling woman!

Her music became more well known, and soon, Martha was all over TV. Her big musical break came from when she auditioned for American Idol and made it. Her sob-story propelled her, and she eventually won.

Martha was a hero to everyone around her -- surviving a traumatic event that was uncalled for, while also being so damn chipper and kind.

Hell, did you guys see the background in one of those scenes?! Martha was canonly proclaimed a SAINT! People loved her that much.

She used the public trust to lure in more victims and never be suspected.

Martha was 28 when she died. Ralphie was 28 as well. Jolene was 10, and Beau was 8.

Ralphie managed to survive the explosion, albeit he was completely paralyzed, and the two children went to heaven. Ralphie repented during his last month alive, and confessed to his crimes. He was sent to heaven as well.

Martha and the children were declared to have died in a bear attack, as Compañerismo de la Fruta Prohibida covered up their true demise with ease.

People were heart broken -- Martha’s music was used in sad collages on Youtube, Tik Toks had Martha’s face in them for memorials.

No one ever realized her crimes.

Now! As a demon....

In hell, Martha picked up the alias Hero -- it’s what she was in life, right? I’ll be calling her Hero from now on.

Hero is both different and similar to how she was when she was alive. She’s still the got her kind-hearted, southern mama vibe going for her: She tends to be able to fit into any demonic crowd well, either by attractiveness or by sheer, overwhelming allure -- she’s a very magnetic personality.

As far as powers go, Hero’s are mostly related to firearms. She’s acquired these powers through deal making and soul dealing, as most demons do. Her charming aura very quickly lure people into thinking she’s naive or really just being honest with them.

Her nails can peel back to allow her to shoot from, “finger guns”. Each finger is a different gun, besides her middle and index fingers. They are both shotguns. Together, they make a double barrel shotgun.

When in full demonic form, Hero’s bandages become sentient. They peel away from her wound, revealing a minigun like weapon in the hole in her head. This can rapid fire while the bandages can grab onto things or hoist Hero up. She can make this last for five minutes -- ten at the longest -- before she gives out to sheer exhaustion and needs to eat demon meat to replenish herself.

Within her first week in hell, she was known to be powerful. Not quite an overlord, but powerful enough to hang around overlords. 

She hit overlord status three months later, during the terf war seen in Hazbin Hotel’s pilot: She took several areas of land, and was seen to have several lesser demons flocking to be on her good side.

Hero used her land to build up a bar and grill that serves strictly demon meat and blood, where demons can play music and dance. It’s like a fucked up country dinner. It’s an insanely popular addition to Cannibal Colony, where she lives.

The place is called La Cocina de la Calle Kuru (The Kuru Street Kitchen)

Hero REALLY wants to get her hands on exterminator tools, but she’s not really a fan of black market deals -- it’s too “trashy” for her.

Hero knows Alastor pretty well, as he’s came in for meat and to watch the music. They’ve had pretty decent conversations while she was on break, seeing as they were both influential  southern, cannibalistic serial killers. It’s a running gag between them where they jokingly talk about who was more iconic -- “I bet I took out more belles in a lifetime than you could in your entire afterlife!” “Well hon, at least I could eat the brains without gettin’ Kuru!”

She talks to Rosie a lot about business, and has met Niffty and Mimzy before. (Al hooked a bitch up with some friends lmao)

She REALLY likes Mimzy. She reminds her of Ralphie, and they became super fast friends. 

Vox and Hero have a confusing sort of friendship, as neither really wants to be seen with the other -- In his case, because she’s much lower on the overlord spectrum than him, and in her case, because she’s no stranger to Alastor and Vox’s hatred for one another. However, she often finds herself consoling Vox on sleepless nights after closing up the bar, trying to convince him that Valentino is NOT worth his time. Beyond that and him occasionally paying her back in tech at random hours of the morning, they don’t talk often.

Hero LOVES dancing! Like, a lot.

She’s seen Charlie’s ad for the Happy Hotel. Her and Mimzy watched it, and they both thought it was the stupidest damn thing they’d ever seen. However, Hero said she was happy Charlie got up there, because she was just, “Cute as a button, that lil’ sweatpea was!”

Hero’s best friends are Mimzy and an unnamed demon who specializes in black market, extermination tool selling (the one seen in in Addict -- Cherri Bomb’s former lover).

These two people, and these two people alone, can call her “Martha”

Hero cooks whenever she’s stressed. She also adores sewing and binging soap operas and reality shows on Voxflix.

Hero’s Instagram would be, “HeroicMelodies” in reference to her music career and name.

Hero gets hit on A LOT, and she despises it. She doesn’t need to seduce people anymore to get away with murder, and she doesn’t want to. She dresses the way she does because she LIKES that clothing. People can fuck off.

The reason Hero is white and pink is to show how innocent she looks. Her pitch-black eyes show her dark soul.

Hero sings in Spanish to herself when cleaning up.

Sometimes, Hero and Rosie spend holidays going around with ground demon meat to throw to the hell crows and other critters. They find it peaceful.

Hero, shockingly, holds no hatred for I.M.P., and commonly jokes about how the I.M.P.’s, “Did her a favor” by sending her somewhere she can actually be her. She has no idea who called for the hit, though. 

Hero finds Blitzo’s Instagram posts being poorly spelled to be, “Damn near precious”.

She thinks he’s a teenager, and probably would think it less adorable if she knew he was a grown man with a grown kid.

Hero doesn’t care about Mrs. Mayberry at all. Like, at all. She honestly assumes the woman is in heaven. She knew Mayberry wasn’t bad -- she probably wouldn’t care if she was in hell, though. Oh well. Sucks to suck, bitch.

Husk frequents La Cocina de la Calle Kuru to drink and engage in the gambling scene. Hero finds him trashy, but can’t say she hates him. She finds him funny as hell, and enjoys the business. Just not someone she’d personally hang out with.

[faustinebellamy]

LFRP - Faustine “Faust” Bellamy

Possessing a great joie-de-vivre, Faust walks through life with confidence and flair. A self-assured, perhaps even cocky, duelist, she revels in competition and challenge. She aims to live life to the fullest and experience any pleasure she can wring out of it.

THE BASICS –––

Name: Faustine “Faust” Bellamy

Age: 34

Nameday: 15th Sun of the Second Astral Moon

Race: Elezen, Duskwight

Gender: Female

Alignment: True Neutral

Marital Status: Independent

Server: Balmung (Crystal Datacenter)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair: Her hair is a dark, dirty blonde.

Eyes: Hazel

Height: 72 ilm (6′0″)

Build: Among Midlanders and Miqo’te, Faustine’s 72 ilm might seem almost statuesque, but next to her fellow Elezen, she is practically petite. Like many of the race, she has a lean build with long, slender limbs. Her shoulders are somewhat broad, making her already slender neck appear even more so. Despite being Duskwight, her complexion is just rosy enough that she can reasobly pass for Wildwood or Ishgardian if she tries.

Common Accessories: Faust nearly always carries a rapier, a focus and a slender stiletto dagger. She is also fond of dark red lipstick and hats.

PERSONAL –––

Profession:  Duels has become a fashion of sort among some of the young nobles in Ishgard. Spurred on by lofty notions of chivalry and long lost and romantic ideals, any dispute, however minor, quickly escalates into a pristine glove on the floor or in the snow or, in rare occasions, in the mud. That said, duels are not without a risk, and perhaps this adds to the appeal for these young nobles, desperately longing for something grander now that the Dragon War was over. While a fight to the death are rarely the goal, accidents do happen, and furthermore, the duels has been banned by the city. So to avoid damage or dishonor to their house, many a young noble hires Cavaliers, trained duelists who will do the fighting in their stead, and should it come to it, take the punishment for the duel. Faust has served as the Cavalier of Avoix Ferois for somewhere between six months and a year. Ferois is a minor noble house, but Avoix is a temperamental young man, and Faustine has fought, and won, enough duels for him to build a fair reputation for her name. Avoix of course would have preferred that it was for his name, but Faustine is just charismatic enough, just skilled enough, and most importantly, just not-Duskwight enough to be remembered herself.

Hobbies: Faustine enjoys poetry, collecting weapons (rapiers mostly, daggers, sometimes other swords), drinking wine (preferably expensive, even more preferably paid for by someone else), buying clothes (elegant, of course), reading, enjoying art, and anything that can catch her intense, but fleeting, attention.

Languages: Common

Residence: She currently lives in Ishgard.

Birthplace: A small Duskwight colony in Galmorran ruins. She considers herself Galmorran, and while she often takes advantage of the fact that she can pass for a Wildwood, she is generally proud of her heritage.

Patron Deity: Faust has come to revere Halone.

RELATIONSHIPS –––

Spouse: None, to anyone’s knowledge.

Children: “Don’t make me laugh.”

Parents: Faust has not spoken to her parents in years.

Siblings: Same as above. Any siblings she has, she does not currently have any contact to.

Other Relatives: It’s a pretty safe bet that if Faust has any family, she does not currently have any contact with them

Pets: She has a Chocobo named Vetinari.

TRAITS –––

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––

Smoking Habit: She will occasionally smoke a pipe, but primarily in social settings

Drugs: Rarely. She doesn’t have any particular interest most of the time, but she enjoys new experiences and may try them just for the novelty.

Alcohol: Occasionally. She rarely gets outright drunk, but she does enjoy good wine, and occasionally other spirits. She also enjoys occasionally less good ones. (She *does* tend to get very philosophical when drinking).

RP HOOKS –––

En Garde: Faust is a duelist first and foremost. As mentioned above, she has spent the last year or so dueling for nobles in Ishgard. She’s competitive and always excited for a challenge. Rivalries, sparring partners, former mentors, former adversaries, there are no shortage in ways other characters with any kind of dueling experience could know her.

Steel and Snow: While the young nobles using “Cavaliers” to do their duels for them is my own headcanon, you are more than welcome to use it! If your character may have been involved in these duels in one way or another, it’s likely they would know Faustine.

Wounds Inflicted by Reason: Faust enjoys poetry, art and philosophy, and will often attend poetry readings or symposiums. Those well versed in creative circles, especially in Gridania or Ishgard, may know her (or know of her).

I Embrace my Rival: Faust enjoys rivalry, both friendly and less friendly, and not just when it comes to fencing. She can be cocky, and not everyone takes to her that well. Anyone interested in a rivalry of any kind, friendly, playful, bitter, let me know!

Taking the Red: Faust is a Red Mage, though she is not as practiced with it as she is with fencing. She may have a connection with other Red Mages who she studied with, or bonded with, over the years.

Social Butterfly: She enjoys company, especially if you can show her a new experience or have something interesting to talk about. Interested in interacting? We can work something out!

CONTACT INFORMATION  –––

You can contact me here, either through this blog, or through my main blog, @mymistymornings​.

I have Discord, but prefer chatting here first before giving it out. You can of course also find Faust in game, on Balmung, the name is Faustine Bellamy.

Notes ––– Always happy to meet and interact with new people! If you’re interested in establishing a connection to Faustine, hit me up. Even if you’re not up for roleplaying or interacting directly, I’m also excited to just share. Tag me in memes and I will be more than happy to reciprocate!

@mooglemeet​, @crystalxivrp​, @balmungrp​, @ffxiv-crystal-rp

[starrywriting]

nsfw alphabet

kylo ren

an: well well, how the tables have turned. i remember i used to be petrified at the thought of writing smut, and yet, here i am. i’d call me writing smut a... character development of sorts :P

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

Despite seeming as though he has a rough exterior, and though at times he takes his anger out on you in the sense of sexual endeavors.. he always makes sure you’re aware of how much you mean to him by the end of it all

He would take you in his arms, and press kisses along your shoulders

He would start a warm shower, and though he would be more than happy to join, he would also understand if you wanted alone time. After all, his emotions would get the best of him at times, and your repeated orgasms, or lack thereof under his pretenses, would leave you with heightened sensitivity; both physically and emotionally

He would clean you up, and if he had the time, take his time to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while also letting his fingertips press into your temples

All around, his aftercare is a direct juxtaposition to his character

But you tend to bring the best out of him

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

Your boobs!!

As pubescent teen as that sounds, he enjoys your breasts for more than just-- being boobs, ya know?

He likes laying on them and hearing your heartbeat throughout the night

He likes how they look in your bras

Or your clothes, whenever the neckline is low enough to see them

BUT! most importantly, he likes your boobs because of the sensitivity that tends to pool whenever he places his hands on the supple skin

He likes to hear your mewls and groans as his hands trail up the valley of your breasts before gently engulfing one of your breasts into his palm

Or how your back arches as he nips at your nipple in rhythm with his hips thrusting against yours

He likes the idea of being able to work you up, and heighten your arousal, all while not touching you where you needed him most

And, don't get him wrong, he also just loves to suck the skin of your breasts until it’s littered with hickeys

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves nothing more than to have you on your knees in front of him, your hand stroking his cock until his member would twitch in your palm, followed by the hand in your hair tightening its grip

The sight of you, mouth agape and tongue ready for his cum always sent him over the edge, into the blissful tranquility of his orgasm

So, there was no denying how much of a fan Kylo was of cumming on your face, and watching as your rosy cheeks and pretty lips got coated

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Because Kylo was so passionate about the job bestowed to him, he hardly ever mixed work with pleasure, his pleasure being you, obviously

He liked to be able to spend a few hours working with generals, and then come home to you, where the stress of work seemed like nothing but a bad dream

Or he loved to be able to talk for an hour at a conference meeting, and still catch you on your way out alongside everyone else, and feel his troubles melt away

However!

He couldn’t deny how badly he would love to take you, bend you over one of the control panels, and hear as you mewled out his name for everyone around to hear

He wasn’t normally one for exhibitionism, however, the idea of his inferiors knowing just how good of a lover he was over every other thing he was also good at, made his breaths speed up in excitement

In simple words, he would love to take you, bend you over the closest surface, whether that be the conference table, or some random control panel and have you any way he wanted to

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

Because his life, for the longest time, revolved around training to be a Jedi, then to fit the mold Snoke and his grandfather left him to fill, he had never had any sexual relations before

However, that never was an insecurity for him because he knew what he liked

So, when he met you, he did share the fact that he was a virgin, but there wasn’t an ounce of embarrassment in his eyes

His lips didn’t quiver, nor did his eyes waver

He brought it up so nonchalantly, that you couldn’t help but blink, slightly dumbfounded

He had admitted it when he was merely getting ready for the day, hair still damp and shirt still off after his shower

And though he had important meetings to attend to, and basically a whole battalion to run, that still didn’t stop him from proving you wrong when you teased him about it as he patted the towel against his skin to dry off

He had given you a few warnings to seize the teasing as he finished drying himself, but he could still hear you snickering under your breath as he finished up getting ready

Let’s just say that though you continuously pestered Kylo with your lighthearted teases, he had you screaming his name like a prayer for the following two hours

Which not only proved you wrong, but proved to Kylo that though he had never experienced it prior, he knew exactly what he was doing, what he wanted from his sexual partners, and exactly how to get what he wanted out of them

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Because he tends to be both a top and a power bottom, he has two favorite positions

The first is when he’s on top of you, and he can watch you unravel at the seams

He loves to watch your eyes, ever so lust blown, and your lips, ever so swollen as you cried out in pleasure from his unwavering ministrations against your core, and his relentless fingers working against your clit in attempts to feel your legs shake just one more time as he milked out your orgasms

He would most definitely hike your ankle over his shoulder, and grind into your hips until he could feel you clench around him and writhe under him

On the other hand

He loved when you were on top, and he could reach for your wrists and grip them tightly behind your back

He would hold you tightly against his chest, teeth digging into your shoulder as he shamelessly groaned up a slew of curses under his breath at the feeling of your hips circling against him in a tortuously slow pace

After all, Kylo was more of a fast-paced lover, so your slow movements and gentle touches felt undeniably like torturous teasing

But he loved it

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

When it comes to your pleasure, he doesn’t fuck around

Point blank

Sure, he is kind and loving while having sex

And he doesn’t make things awkward, but he also doesn’t try and downplay just how passionate both of you could get

He didn’t want to not amplify just how fucking good your skin felt-- hot, against his fingertips

Or how fucking good your cunt treated him as he thrust into you in search of euphoria

So, while he was a kind and loving partner, it was obvious how much he valued both making love to you, and fucking you until you knew nothing but his name

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

Everyone knows how luscious Kylo's hair is, so I would say the carpet does match the drapes in a sense

He wouldn’t be completely clean of hair, but he would certainly be manicured and well kept

He really valued hygiene, and so he was always certain that he was well-kept

It was just his own preference  

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

If he’s fresh out of a meeting with Snoke, or the council members, where he felt undermined, he would treat you kindly because he felt that he had to prove to both himself and you that he was still worthy of being more than a shadow

However, if he was coming to you after a frustrating day dealing with inferiors around him, or particularly, General Hux, then he wouldn’t hesitate taking his anger and frustrations out on you in the form of sensual punishments, and hands tugging at your hair

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does masturbate, and while he doesn’t do it too often, there are still times where he finds himself wishing he could be with you whenever he was off on a long mission

So instead of bottling up his arousal, he simply worked himself up at the thought of your hand being the one stroking him, rather than his own

However, there were also times where he masturbated because his horniness got the best of him, and he felt bad for demanding too much from you

After all, he valued you, and respected  you

The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like he merely saw you as a means to drain himself of his arousal

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

One of the tamer, but always constant kinks of Kylo’s would be his infatuation with hair

More specifically, he loved pulling your hair

He liked to braid his fingers into your hair, and tug it as your lips sucked his cock

He always tugged your head back by pulling your hair whenever you were on top of him so he could place hot and heavy kisses against the skin of your collarbones

And he always played with your hair once the both of you were spent, and just basking in each other's warmth and languid breaths

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As vanilla as it seems, his favorite place would probably be either his bedroom or yours

Because he likes taking his time to work you through multiple orgasms

And he hates having to muffle your moans or stifle his own

So he prefers sex in the bedroom because that means he can have you any way he wants, without the worry of someone interrupting

And without trying to stifle your angelic moans that ring in his ear, even hours after your guys’ shared endeavors 

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

Though he would never admit to it, your teasing really gets him riled up

He always can feel the arousal working its way up his veins whenever you would place lingering touches to his arm, or leg

Or how you would keep unwavering eye contact with him in a conversation, but undeniably start to watch his lips move

Oh, how he loved reading your teasing body language and figuring out exactly what you wanted

He also loved seeing you dressed up

Normally, he wasn’t someone to go to social gatherings, however, he found himself going to banquets as an excuse to see you in dresses with deep plunged necklines, or dresses that showed your leg through a teasing slit he knew he would be staring at all night

Any excuse to see you in expensive fabrics, he would shamelessly follow-through

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)\

Purposefully hurt you

Sure, you both always walked a fine line between pain and pleasure, but he would never want to blatantly cause you any pain

You were the only thing that seemed to ground him-- make him feel sane and normal within the conflicting thoughts in his head

So why, in any way, shape, or form would he hurt you? Even worse, for pleasure?

That's where he drew the line and vowed to never cross it

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

He likes receiving because he gets to watch as your innocent eyes contrast against the sinful slurs and slurps that filled the room as your lips and hands worked at his cock

And he loved to guide your head, warm hands placed gingerly in your hair to aid in keeping it out of your face, but also to feel as you moaned around him whenever Kylo would tug at your hair

But!

He also loves going down on you, because it's his time to truly feel how you wither and writhe under his touch

How you moan his name as his tongue circles your clit

Or how your hips buck in avail since his arms are pinning you down against the bed

He loves how you taste; the salty and sweet combining to make the unmatchable taste of your arousal that he was undeniably addicted to

He likes how your hands tug at his hair in desperation

Or the moans that fall from your lips as one of his hands snaked its way up the valley of your breasts until his palm was hot against your neck, tightening ever so slightly

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

Depends on the circumstances, and the mood

Because obviously, he isn’t going to force you into a rough fuck when you're wanting nothing more than gentle caresses and reassurance

So really, it depends on the body language your exhibiting

He wants to please you, over all else, so he ensures that he’s working for your needs

Because after all, your mouth and cunt always send him over the edge, no matter the pace

So having to choose between the two for your sake is never a problem for him

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

He’s always down for a quickie as long as they’re remotely appropriate

He obviously won’t fuck you five minutes before an important mission, but he isn’t opposed to taking you in the shower, thirty minutes before he’s set to leave alongside Phasma for a minuscule meeting with an ally planet on the terms of some idiotic trade agreement

And he isn’t ashamed by the fact that he would happily bend you over the meeting table after feeling your hands wander against his thighs the entire meeting 

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

He’s open to practically anything that doesn’t openly involve his triggers

He’s lived a hard, and traumatizing life, and so while he’s willing to try anything along the spectrum of sexual rendezvous,, he still has his boundaries

He isn’t too keen on hurting you outside of slaps to your ass, or rough cups of your chin in attempts to keep your brattiness in check

He doesn’t find pleasure in destroying the one thing he found comfort in

However, if you wanted to try a new position, he was more than happy to oblige

And, really, he was normally the one to suggest a new position, or bring up a new petname

After all, he had been the one to pull you onto his face after being gone on a long mission so his tongue could work you through orgasm after orgasm to make up for being gone for so long

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

The man  n e v e r   t i r e s

He could spend hour after hour thrusting his hips into yours

He could spend a whole day between your legs

And he would never tire from kissing and nipping at your breasts

He was always down for sex, whether that meant passionate love-making, or rough fucking as he held you by your neck

He wasn’t too picky

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

He doesn’t own them, no 

But when he realized that you had one, he was eager to see just how quickly you could come undone under the vibration of the toy on your clit, and the feeling of his cock so slick and deep in your cunt

After his first experience with your simple toy, he would always encourage you cheekily to get more

Of course, he would never admit that he wanted you to have more for his sake of using them on you,, but deep down, he loved being able to unravel you with a few languid thrusts and an unwavering hand as it held the handle of a vibrator

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t necessarily try to tease you

But the way he holds himself in any given situation is enough to turn anyone on

The way he regards you with sharp eyes

The way his hands clench and unclench around themselves brings nothing but memories of how his hand feels around your neck

And though he isn’t one to openly touch you in front of others

He isn’t one to stray from checking you out 

After all, half the clothes he brings you he picks specifically for him to be able to look at you in dull meetings and imagine just how perfectly you felt that same morning

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

At first, he wasn’t too fond of the sound of his own moans

He thought he sounded meek, and weak

But after your own coaxes, and telling him that his moans made you feel like you were doing something right

He began to experiment outside of his comfort zone

He started to moan in your ear

To moan out your name with a slur of cuss words following at the sight of you on your knees

All of that led to him finally just letting loose

He moaned and groaned your name, voice raspy and strained, but undeniably hot

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

His dirty talk is truly indescribable

You weren’t sure how he managed to understand just how to send you over the edge with simple words, but whenever he spoke lowly in your ear, hips bucking into yours, you knew it was only a matter of seconds until you were clenching around him and arching your back off the silk sheets of his bed

“You’re pussy is so good to me”

“Yes, clench around me just like that, princess”

“That’s it, take my cock, princess. You’ve been begging for my cock all day”

“Look at me. I want to see you come undone”

“What do you need, princess? Do you want to cum? Are you asking permission to cum? Hmm?”

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

Years of training under relentless masters has left him with two things

Muscles that looked carved by the Gods, as they rippled and pulled themselves taut with every movement he made

And scars

Scars that lined his knuckles

And slashed at his rib cage

At first, he was embarrassed about the wear and tear on his skin, but seeing as you never failed to press languid kisses to his scars, he grew to appreciate them more

They told his life story quite well

At least that’s what you told him

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

High.

Although he hates to admit it because he thinks it makes him look weak, and needy

Kylo is always horny

He is always more than happy to have you kneel in front of him and take his length into his mouth

Or lift your skirts and dresses up to pin you against a wall and watch as you shook and clenched in ecstasy around his cock

There was hardly ever a time where he’d say no to sex

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Kylo had always struggled with sleeping at night

He had so much weighing on his mind

His father, his mother, his master, his old friends, and longing for his past life

While also despising everything about the old him

He was always so torn that he had eventually just tried to avoid sleeping in hopes to avoid the waves of reality crashing in on him every night

Until you came along

Even before you both had started having sex with each other, Kylo found himself sleeping so delectably well whenever you were in his arms

So, after at least an hour of hearing your moans, and feeling you around his cock

And after the both of you were well spent, and rosy with an orgasmic glow...

Sleep always felt so warm, and snug afterwards

He always tried to make sure you fell asleep first though, in case he had hurt you, or done something you didn’t like during sex

But, once he felt the stillness of your breaths, and how they grew into a gentle lull of small rises and falls of your chest, he would pull you close and follow suit. He would dream of the same things, his mother and father, his past life and the tear within himself that consisted of Ben and Kylo-- but none of that felt as troubling to him anymore, not when you were right next to him

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Alfred the Great | Love Alphabet

❛ sy’s notes | This one includes a lot of life scenarios of Alfred and his wife. I enjoy how it came out-- and I hope you do too.

A = Affection (PDA, what sort of affection they give)

“Not here,” he bends his head. You stand behind his throne chair, settling your hand on his shoulder. You press a kiss to his rosy cheek, in the presence of the others, as he waves you off.

Alfred has never been someone who was particularly touchy due to the way he was brought up. While small touches were always common, the way you stroke him-- touch him, caress him, out in the open gives him both a sense of delight and shyness when he realizes that others are watching.

B = Babies (Anything you want about babies)

“Perhaps you should show me.”

“Hold him here,” you guide Alfred’s hands. As he kneels beside your bed, a king on his knees, Alfred feels like any other man-- not a king, fumbling for the right hold.

Has no idea what to do with a baby of his own. He has no experience with holding a child and has no idea what to do when you place his in his arms, only finding himself staring down upon the thing, utterly lost. 

C = Cuddles (How they cuddle or are cuddled)

His days are long. As a king, Alfred very rarely spends time in your rooms. He’s busy with putting all his energy into England for England. So, at the end of a long night, when he crawls in beside you, his hand might drape over your waist. He’d set an apologetic kiss to your head and fall asleep.

D = Darling  (Pet names)

Small ones. He prefers to call you more proper names while in public; his wife, his queen, being the chief of them. Behind closed doors then, he might be more lazy with his pet names. 

E = Enamored (how hard do they fall when in love)

“Who was that girl there--” he points through the crowd. You pick your skirts up, then disappear from where you came, weaving through the crowd here to see the king.

“Where m’lord?” 

“She was just there.”

Admittedly, he has no time to fall in love. His interaction with women outside of his family is limited to chamber maids and the occasional woman during feasts. That is why his marriage was arranged. But if by happenstance he does meet a woman, it’s just that: a sudden pang of surprise.

F = Firsts (A first on anything you pick)

“She won’t know,” you swish around the horse, mounting first, then extending your hand toward him. He takes your hand, despite everything in him saying he shouldn’t, not that day. “Come! Live a little, prince-boy.” 

First fling-- Taking him away from Judith and Aethelwulf is too easy. With everyone’s eye on Aethelred, all you have to do is fool Judith to slip her precious boy away. Alfred is unsure of it-- his mother’s voice beating in his head, where were you! He falls ill when you bring him back.

G = Good Morning (How do they wake you up)

Do forgive me, the parchment reads the day after your wedding. A small golden and pearl necklace sits on top of the crisp paper. I’ve too much to do. I will see you as god allows.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs?)

He does. They’re a small comfort to him when he’s going off to war, but even more so when they are followed up with a kiss, and the command for him to come back safely.

I = In Labor (Labour and Delivery)

“Women have been doing this since the dawn of time, Alfred.” His knuckle taps repeatedly over the parchment. Yes, women have been doing this since the dawn of time-- but not his woman.

He can’t get a lick of work done. He’s too busy thinking of his wife, who labors alone, in her modesty has sent him out. Get something done, he isn’t here yet, you told him. Strong woman. And still he gets nothing done, leaves his chambers, and seeks you out.

J = Jealousy (Are they jealous? How do they handle it?)

“Do you think the blonde one or the brown one is the bigger brother?” your chamber maids say, giggly amongst the quietly gathered. Before him, the Northman stood. 

“The blond,” you speak up, rarely. You never spoke. “What? He’s a big man.” 

Your chambermaids gasp, looking up. “Ooh,” they squeak-- and regretfully, Alfred’s head snaps over too. 

Watchfully. He’s not admittedly jealous-- but quietly and privately so. He asks many questions, rather than interrogate you about your interests in another, to make sense of what happened earlier. You aren’t jealous, are you? you hush him with a kiss. Of course not, he was simply-- concerned.

K = Kisses (How do they kiss? How often?)

Gently-- at any point that he can. Leaving or coming, he doesn’t spare any kisses. He’s often gentle, and so you might have to push him to be a little more passionate. Shyness won’t get him everything after all. 

L = Loyal (How loyal are they?)

Absolutely. 

M = Memory (Their favourite memory about you?)

His grandfather’s bath was a tranquil place. You come here, every moment that you can spare apart from seeing the people, caring for the settlement, and doing your duties as queen. You strip away your clothes and fold them, not hearing the door squeak open, nor Alfred come in. The water plips as you shift into it. At the sound of boots you whirl about, holding your chest. 

“Please.” Alfred stands there. His favourite moments of you are your most private moments. The moments when you think you’re all alone, but aren’t. “Go on-- clean yourself.” 

N = Never! (Dealbreakers)

He can’t deal with someone who might whine about his time. His first concern is England and everything else is secondary to the fact. In his mind, his partner must understand where his allegiance must be.

O = On the Rocks (How do they make up?)

“Why are you here?” you unclipped the earring from the back of your ear, turning to find Alfred waiting by your table where you kept your jewelry box. “Does England not need its king today?” 

“Not if you are still angry,” he raps his knuckles over the table. “I am sorry.”

With his time. It’s so important, and so scarce, that if he knows you are disappointed with him, it’s the one thing he can do to get back into both your good graces and show he’s apologetic about what happened. Or at the least, wants to make amends. 

P = Playtime (Any headcanons on sex)

“Alfred what are you doing?” 

He’ll try almost anything once. At the start of the relationship, you would take the more dominant role by inciting sex. But, after Ubbe came, Alfred seemed to change, putting more effort into chasing you with a strange confidence. The dominance is strange-- but welcome. You wonder how much he told Ubbe about your sex life.

Q = Quiet Time (How do they wind down?)

After his day, if he can sneak away, he likes to cuddle in bed. It’s better than sex to him because he can lace his fingers through yours, and carry off all thoughts of the long day away. 

R = Rapture (What makes them happy?)

He took you that morning to watch him spar with Ubbe. Ubbe was fantastic, you’d admit. A true Northman, strong, witty, quick. But your eye was on Alfred alone, following the way he dodged, the way he moved. You held a cup ready for him when he collapsed beside you. 

“What... do you think?” he heaved between heavy breaths. He could fall into illness, but he didn’t. He was strong, and as he chugged his drink, your hand caressed his chest, coming up behind his neck, kissing him hard and strong. 

“You were perfect.” He admits-- he likes to impress you.

S = Soulmate (What do they think of soulmates?)

“A soulmate?” he asks you about the concept. He’s not heard of such things-- but it sounds... fitting, he’d say.

T = Together (What do you like to do together?)

Off of the carriage, you walked in the dust. Your maids said you would dirty your dress and yet, you didn’t care, you wanted to be among the children. After his duties, Alfred clopped by on his horse, leaning down in his saddle to hand something toward you. You pluck it from his fingers and realize-- it’s a sweet smelling flower. 

Secretly, Alfred enjoys it when you accompany him on his trips. He often does get sick, so if it has to happen, he would prefer that it happen when you are by his side. 

U = Unyielding (How do they handle interlopers on the relationship?)

The queen’s hands had been over him. Not the queen-- not his queen-- but the queen from another place. You had seen the way he pushed her hands down, cupping them together with a shake of his head. “I have a wife,” he stressed. “And no interests in another.” 

Alfred doesn’t tolerate it. He makes sure to snuff out the concerns of women coming after him where they stand. Similarly, he expects you to do the same, although it he must, he will. 

V = Vulnerable (Are they vulnerable often? How do they handle it?)

Not often. Apart from his family, he might be vulnerable with you. Romance and family life is the one place where he might be vulnerable-- and hopes that you’ll protect that vulnerability.

W = Wedding (Wedding headcanons)

“I’ll make it up to you,” Alfred says once the doors are finally shut. You roll on your side, over the small stain of blood dribbled over the sheets, yet still sore. He takes initiative to shift on top of you, his forearm balancing himself. 

“That is not the way you wanted to...” he drops off, knowing that it was foolish and silly when you cup his soft cheek. It’s okay, you have to tell him, over and over again.

Being a king, it’s all done according to how it has to be done. While the wedding is luxurious, it could be better. He knows that-- you deserve his affections in private.

X = (E)x (How do they handle exes? What do they do if they see them)

With a semblance of longing but also of respect. If he’s moved on, he’ll gingerly nod his head, go on his way. If he hasn’t, he might wonder to himself-- perhaps he could have done this, or that, better.

Y = Yearning (What do they do when they miss you?)

Alfred held the end of the table, chewing his cheek, the paper was still not done. He has work to do-- but he can’t help wonder, where were you? Were you well? He turns to one of his guards, “Call the queen,” Alfred stands upright, throwing his hand out lightly. “Tell her I want to eat with her.”

He can’t get any work done. So, he does the only thing he can think to do-- he calls you into his quarters and hopes that this blaring need will quell. Or, if his body is so weak, he has to... eat first.

Z = Zzz… (Sleeping headcanons)

When he’s exhausted, he collapses into bed beside you. He doesn’t remember when he falls asleep, only that you’re there beside him.

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