#nswf bc i can

[pterodach]

Crisanta and the penitent one are literally the best illustration of the meme pussy facing the world and cock shame

AND THEIR SIZE DIFFERENCE ALSO>>>

[perilegs]

Raspberry steel carmine and charcoal

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[roseykat]

TITLE: SKZ members as submissives

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSWF SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.

SUMMARY: An OT8 blurb of how each of the members are as subs.

TAGS: sub!skz members, implied dom!reader not necessarily gender specific, mentions of sex, orgasms, humiliation, edging, collars, leashes, spitting, nipple play, implied brat behaviour, praise, choking, gagging.

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A/N: my next work that will be uploaded after this is Venom Eater! Also trying out a new layout for when I do OT8 blurbs…

This man is 50/50. He can be so good for you by letting you use him in the ways that you want and then be a devious, disobedient little upstart if you look away for one second. If he’s in that type of state, expect him to whine to you about what it is that he wants; ‘make me cum~’, ‘but I need you to use me,’ ‘need to get off on you, please.’

Denying him is always so fun because he gets so teary eyed and agitated. At that point, he’ll cave. He is strong, but when his needs are being compromised, Chan will see your instructions through to the end. Whether it’s to use his mouth for your own pleasure, his cock, fingers, whatever part of his body you see fit to seek an orgasm out of, he will make it happen as reparation.

A sub that can be a full on stubborn brat who won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Trying to get him to listen is like pulling teeth and it can take a lot to strip Minho back into a conforming, incoherent mess. Overstimulation usually does the trick, bc he gets what he wants at first then realises he’s bitten off too much that he can chew and finds himself running into multiple orgasms bc you keep getting him hard enough to make him cum.

You like showing him how much cum he’s dribbled out of his stiff yet sore cock just by lifting up your hand, forcing him to see your palm glisten in white. Seeing it is like a slap of humiliation to him which paints a nice deep red blush across his cheeks.

A very sensitive sub that can only handle being touched so much. Edging works so well that it’s almost always part of the bedroom routine. You try to utilise it in order to see his strong, taut body writhing, and to hear him moan out ‘please, wanna cum so bad. Can’t take it anymore.’ Just hearing him say that invites you to cuff his hands to the bedpost so that he doesn’t try touching himself when you refuse him from orgasming.

The one thing that he absolutely cannot take is watching you get yourself off. Therefore, in the instance where you do attach him to the headboard, you peel yourself right off of his body and get into a position where he can see you make yourself cum. Whether it’s by your fingers, a vibrator, a dildo, whatever it takes to make him see what he’s missing out on, is a form of torture to him.

Obedient when he wants to be, but for the most part, he will let you use him whenever you want because Hyunjin is too in love with you not to. He likes having a collar fixed around his throat with a leash attached while you get him to fuck you in positions where he may appear ‘on top’ but you still have every degree of control over him.

He’s a relatively messy sub as well but adorns it with pride. Sometimes he cries from overstimulation, drools when you gag him with your fingers, chin and nose wet from you using his face, and will leak a decent amount of precum when you edge him. All in all, he’s versatile to use especially when he wants you to.

Is a sub that requires a lot more attention than most. He is very needy and reactive to the things he allows you to do to him. However, Jisung does explore when it comes to new kinks but to him, nothing beats just getting absolutely fucked. That being said, this man is a pillow prince. You have to put in all the effort - which you don’t mind, but there comes a time where you make Jisung work for it.

If that’s the case, he gets all whiny, mopey, and annoyed because he doesn’t want to ride you - he wants you to fuck him. He gets so stubborn that sometimes he’ll prep himself, fingering his hole even though it’s not nearly as satisfying as when you’re involved. In the end, he will end up riding you, but either very lazily or angrily.

Is everyone’s darling, innocent, and placid submissive that they just want to ruin. Whatever it is that you want to try, Felix is for it. He wants to please you and make you happy. He’s a sub who needs a lot of praise and boy does he deserve it because he’ll let you fuck him, let you clamp his nipples, spit in his mouth, edge him, a combination of all if not more of these activities - you name it.

Sometimes you have to remind Felix that he doesn’t have to do the things you suggest to him, that there are alternatives also or that he just doesn’t have to do it at all. But he always, always assures you that he does. He likes to experiment with you in bed but also wants to test his own limits while achieving pleasure.

Seungmin can be a very hard sub to work with at times. He has the ability to use his words as a weapon, yet sadly, it’s a double edged sword because it does come back and bite him in the ass when you clock him for his behaviour. So if he tries to trip you up with his words when you’re in full dom mode, saying things such as, ‘are you sure about that?’ ‘What makes you think I can’t take it?’ etc, you know how to handle him - with a ball gag.

It limits his supply of verbal daggers and plea bargains that you never bother considering bc he stepped on your last nerve. Another way to get him to shut up is if you use his face. But, his reset button - something that forces him to switch up is by telling him that he’s a ‘good boy’. He gets all flustered and embarrassed but he loves hearing that type of praise from you.

Jeongin starts off as a seemingly disobedient sub, almost leaning towards being a brat, then will slot right into his place of being submissive when you ramp things up in bed. Therefore, it’s easy to snap him out of that phase by threatening that he’s not going to get what he wants - no head, you won’t fuck him or you won’t let him fuck you. When those stakes are on the line, he straightens his act out and behaves.

As a sub, Jeongin is into many things but has a particular interest for shibari. He likes the intricacy of the many different ways in which you can bind his body, the tight feeling of the rope around his muscles, and how it shapes his body well. That’s only if he’s behaved himself well.

[skelly-words]

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[aristia-pjoheadcanons]

hi✨adore your thoughts and headcanons to the moon and back with how detailed and in character they are. dark!percy has always been incredibly alluring and fascinating, so I was wondering about your presentation/analysis of him. if you're comfortable (if not, it's totally okay and just ignore it!), could you write percy and child of any "dark" like hades, or hecate, nyx (or whoever) god, who understands how scary and tough it can be when you and your powers are so destructive, and they help him to kinda adjust to this side of him and understand that he isn't a bad person for that (cause this guy already has a lot of self hatred). maybe kinda chaotic dumbass enemies to lovers? sfw or nswf - whatever works for you. sorry for this ramble! just so many thoughts about him...

hope you have a good time of a day🤟

DARK!Percy headcanons

authors note: Can I just say, I've been WAITING for a question like this. More Dark Percy headcanons everyone!! plss!!

warnings: mentions of abuse & neglect, suicidal and intrusive thoughts, impulsive thoughts, mentions of eating disorder, chaotic family life, Gabe Ugliano...

okay, this is a mixture of headcanons of his CHILDHOOD but also an ANALYSIS of DARK PERCY.

cigarette burns from Gabe. Not just because Gabe did it, some of Gabes older friends (a long time ago, before the lightning theaf book) told Percy to come closer and burnt it into his forearm. Gabes eyes turned into shock but then he poked a tongue in his cheek and scoffed in laughter, giving Percy a judgemental look - *its a classic look, the type of look you give someone when you're looking down on them.

Percy would be so angry at Gabe, sometimes he would snap and tell him to shut up because Gabe would watch TV late in the night and fall asleep with the TV on until morning. At some point, Percy opened the door and screamed on the top of his lungs to shut the fuck up, slamming the door, sleep deprived and exhausted, locking the bedroom door bc he was scared Gabe would do something - and sobbed loudly. He was just a kid, but he already learnt how to fight. Sally tried to give reassurance but Percy wouldnt open the door. The incident was deemed "nightmares" on Percy's part, and Sally let him sleep in her bed.

Sally and Gabe never shared a bed. Gabe snores, sometimes even has nightmares, other time she would bother Sally about a new babyboy they could have, as if Percy wasn't good enough to be his son.

One time Sally asked Percy if he ever wanted siblings. the truth is, yes, but with Gabe Ugliano? no way. fuck no. He said no in a really moody and almost bitchy way, and walked out of the house and went to school.

Percy had the habit of keeping his shoulders scrunched up when he slept. He still does, but he doesn't understand why his body tenses up when he sleeps - Gabe isn't there anymore.

He also had the habit of lowering his head, shoulders and hunching when he walked - but once he met Annabeth over the summer he kept his back more straight - and never hanged his head when he walked. He noticed and felt more relief.

When people asked what he was doing for the summer, weight was lifted off his shoulders when he said SUMMER CAMP - finally he had something to do during summer! Every kid in school went somewhere nice, now even Percy does. He felt like he could finally share a bit of the same intrests as everyone else. He could actually tell people about his summer.

You know when the teacher forces everyone to tell a little bit about their summer - now finally percy could say confidendtly he did somethign fun instead of making something up.

struggles with anger, but understand it got so bad he broke his own first laptop 3.5months of having it - he broke the screen in half with his bare hands. He regretted it so much and hid it but his Sally found out.

Regrettfully, this made Percy believe he would always ruin/sabotage things for himself, and that he doesn't deserve nice things. Letting his mother buy his clothes, never aksing for new clothes... whats the point?

Besides, Gabe was stingy with his money. Gabe even refused to buy shampoo which is stupid cause its cheap asf - but Gabe wanted the feeling of control.

the dynamic of the family and house changed. The living room was Gabes, not Sally and Percy's spot. Gabe even took Percy's side of the couch and his spot at the dining table. Percy stubbornly refused to move, but Gabe is scary and big for his size so he did it to be civil for his mother. He felt like he lost something that day.

When Gabe was out late, Percy would lock the door and put the chain on. Gabe would unlock the door and try to get inside, but the chain stopped him. Gabed huffed in frustration and Sally had to get up and open the door - which burned Percys heart because he realized that nothing could keep Gabe out.

Percy would generally be a very bitter person to be around, people would shy away from him and sometimes stop talking when he tried to join in.

self image, self-confidence and self respect was low. But actually scratch that, his self respect was high. he put boundaries down pretty fast with other people because he knew everything that gabe did was no, and everything that sally did was yes. but at some point he disliked Sallys touch just slightly bit, because he knew Gabe had held her hand earlier.

he would talk to sally for hours on the couch, but as soon as the door clicked opened he walked to his room and closed the door. He didnt want to be near gabe. but then gabe started to trash his room, and percy was basically forced to sit in the living room.

he felt like he was playing "family" or pretending everything was okay, as if Gabe wasn't neglectful, but he felt sick.

At some point Percy's anxiety and stress because to normalized within himself that he nowadays cant tell what anxiety even is - and he would sometimes even say hes never had anxiety, because its basically been with him from such a young age, he cant tell the difference.

pretending to be "family" was even worse walking around the mall with sally and gabe. gabe was just this big giant slob of goo that would follow everywhere, and gabe would even huff and puff shamelessly if they were taking too long. gabe even got angry if sally found something nice for herself, he was possesive.

started taking only an apple with him to lunch, 1. he thought he was fat. 2. gabe wouldnt buy anything he liked and they had to stick with the basics. 3.his lunch was embarrassing even though everyone ate cafeteria food.

he got so happy the first time he could bring something "normal" to eat or if he got money to buy lunch, his reason being that he could finally "blend in" insteading standing out as a "freak".

he has a burn mark on the backside of his ankle, near his achillies, burn himself bc of Gabe.

hates it if someone traces the cigarette scars on his arm, even hates it if Annabeth does it - he still struggles with his self image and probably wont like that part of himself until he grows old and gray.

one time he vented to someone about his childhood and they stopped talking to him. never spoke ever since, was afraid that someone would use it against him. hasn't even told his mom or sally half of the things Gabe said or did to him/behind his back.

one time gabe pissed on the clothes percy was wearing but blaimed it on percy. ofc his mother believed percy but it was still shameful for percy.

in second book of sea of monsters, a kid asked if percy let his mother buy his clothes - actually stopped letting his mother buy clothes for him after that.

he would naturally adopt people that were outcasts and be a friend - because people were rarely there for him when he needed it.

needs validation, but couldnt get it from school. his friends would praise him but he could barely accept those compliments because at the end of the day he was still a loser too.

his mother would be his studdy buddy, and tried to help percy with homework - but still found everything hard.

gabe got angry with percy would "dirtying everything" but Gabes the only reason why his mom has to clean daily.

Dark Percy would definitely develop from a young age, but it became a lot more present behind the scene of the books.

he desires comofort, safety and a space where he can be himself without having to walk on his toes around the place.

Honestly, NSFW

He suppresses his moans because he was used to being quiet when he was around Gabe.

He has jacked off quietly, watched any videos quietly, no sound and even with headphones get sscared that someone might hear.

One time he stayed up late bc of whatever reasons and his stepfather Gabe yelled "GO TO BED", the next morning Gabe complained about how loud Percy was when Percy was away at school (this was early middle school, school wasnt that far away). And his mother Sally defended him and said she believes that Percy goes to bed when he should/when she tells him to, this made Percy feel bad so he went to bed on time every since, or at least tried too. If he ever stayed up, he learn how to breathe quietly too.

The feeling of shame for touching yourself, feeling pleasure, and arousal was strongly in him from a certain age - Gabe's influence for even trying to be HAPPY or LAUGHING with his mother made him feel shame for any good feeling sexual or not.

[itsonlydana]

Sailing Under the Sun | hobbit

pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader x Bard 👑 [king's special]

You're in the middle of the ocean when the wind dies down and leaves you stranded on Bard's sailboat. Thranduil's mood sinks but surely, though, there's a way to lift his spirits.

warnings/tags: NSWF! THIS IS ADULT CONTENT ✋️| [modern!AU], rich!Barduil, oral (m receiving), hand jobs, (guided) masturbation (f), dirty talk, i guess public-sex bc they're on the ocean? [reader is described with hair & wearing a bikini, no use of y/n]

word count: 4k

an: just a short little something, a treat for Thranduil as well as for you.. also.. Luke on that boat? Mhm-mhm yes yes. Best enjoyed listening to lana's 'born to die' because that's what i did xx // divider by @drinkthesky

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“I’m just saying,” Thranduil slides his gigantic pair of dark Prada sunglasses up his nose after one annoyed look at Bard, “if we’d taken my boat, there wouldn’t be this issue.”

You can’t stop the snort you let out at Thranduil’s less passive, more aggressive jab and since your face is pressed into the curve of your elbow, the sound is much louder than anticipated. 

“Thranduil, that yacht of yours burns through hundreds of liters of fuel. You can’t expect me to drop this baby –” The sound of Bard’s hand patting the wooden rail of his boat underlines the defensive bite in his answer, “so that you can destroy the ocean some more!”

“Have you not literally bought a new car last month?”

“It’s electric!”

“You had it flown in!”

“Boys!” You lift your head to stare at the two men – children, by the sound of their argument over boats like it was a cock measuring tool – and purse your lips, “Can’t a woman just nap on a boat, no matter what boat, and enjoy the sun a bit?” 

Thranduil opens his mouth to answer but you see that twitch in his eyebrows, the tell-tale sign that nothing good will come out so you cut him off before by shaking your head. “No, Thran. I really don’t care what or whose boat. All I want is for some relaxation. Maybe a drink.” You think back to the bottles of red wine cooling down in the cabin and sigh, “Or two.”

“You could’ve had one now,” Thranduil says and adds in a faux-whisper directed at none but heard by all: “Could’ve had a whole bar of drinks if we’d taken the Ferretti.”

Immediately, the groans of Bard and your inhale shut him up and Thranduil flips his hair back. “What? What?” his eyes fix you over the sunglasses and there’s a sharp edge to his low voice, a threatening edge of true annoyance. “Darling, you can’t tell me you’re happy that we’re stranded here.”

Stranded, because Bard’s prediction of a smooth sail went overboard as soon as the wind died down and he realized you’re mostly out of fuel.

Here, as in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by endless hues of blue. The glittering pacific blue ocean goes over into a cloudless light sky. No other boats, except yours, a peaceful human-less quiet that’s only interrupted by the gentle lapping of white foam-topped waves breaking against Bard’s sailboat and the breeze that makes the hot rays of the sun bearable if not enjoyable. 

And Bard’s been working on the sails wearing nothing but his swimming shorts so whenever you decide to look up from the towel you spread on the deck to sunbathe, you see his tanned muscles flexing in his back or his broad shoulders, and more than often he pulls on something or squats down which gives you a view even better than the ocean. The playful wind ruffles his hair now and then, dishevelling the locks of dark brown, salt and pepper and he looks – just right; balancing on the railing, his cinnamon-tanned chest splattered with freckles all up to his cheeks and a carefree easiness on his face. That’s the appearance of someone glad to be out on the water.

“Thranduil,” you pronounce the name like he’s a six-year-old who refuses to wear sunscreen, “I had the time of my life until you two whipped out your dicks.” 

And that’s the complete and honest truth. You have no need to suck up to Bard because Thranduil’s spoiled and rather spends the time on water acting like he’s not actually on water and sitting in the pool on his yacht, and you really like Bard’s sailboat. There’s a small bar downstairs, a hammock strung between the two masts, and plenty of room to lie down and do nothing. That’s all you need; he provides that and adds the naked-chest-view.

What are you going to do? Complain?!

“Yes, but imagine –” Thranduil stands up from his towel and saunters to you like a cat on a mission. The baby-blue linen shirt blows open in the sea breeze and shows the blush of pink that the sun has kissed onto his chest and the soft, slightly curled platinum strands of long hair brush your naked arms as he sits back down on the edge of your towel to lean down, his lips passing your temple to mumble hid deep vibrating voice into your ear, “The things we could do, the places we could play. The pool, the beds, the jacuzzi. I could tell the staff to leave the bar so I could taste my favorite drink –” his hands slide up your sunscreen sticky legs, rubbing the flesh of your thighs and part them slightly to play with the string of your bikini bottoms, “and that isolation means you, Darling, honey, can decide however – I – should – fuck – you.” 

A word, a kiss, a finger darting over the black bikini but never dipping in.

“Mhm,” your throaty hum is partly faulted to his hands caressing the warm skin of your inner thighs though his voice does a fantastic job of planting the seeds of imagination into your mind.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Bard calls and points his finger at Thranduil, “You’re playing unfair! Our girl has a right to her own opinion and doesn’t need your devilish tongue.”

The smirk is on Thranduil’s face before Bard realizes the double meaning of what he said and while he groans, Thranduil licks over his lips. “She could have it, though.” 

Bard jumps down from the railing, throwing a rope to the wooden floor. “You need a spanking,” he says, which not only leads to another smirk but to a low: “Yes, please, Sir.” 

Your bikini straps dig into your shoulders as you support yourself on your elbows, giving both men a view of your breasts pushed together in that black top they bought last month on the Monacco Trip. You catch Bard’s eyes, exchanging a shrug and tilt of the head, an unspoken discussion on how to deal with Thranduil’s behavior which, if unhandled, will only get worse the longer you sit around and try to ignore the crease between his eyebrows. 

The last time Thranduil had been forced to a dinner he had zero interest in being at, he made off-handed comments about everyone like he was absolutely counting on getting thrown out and when that didn’t happen he faked multiple phone calls (Bard and you ignored him the entire time, chatting to investors and walking arm in arm through the private gallery) before he stood up and left. Right before dessert was served. Like a cunt – There had been strawberry shortcakes and layered tiramisu, the perfect cream-to-berry ratio on the afternoon sweet clock. Bard had his chocolate eyes on the tiny glasses the entire time you were circling the room but none of them made it into your hands there.

You stole two in your tiny handbag, had sacrificed a lip balm and condoms to make room for the glasses to sneak them back to your hotel where you and Bard had watched a movie and pretended Thranduil didn’t sit next to you looking thoroughly pleased that he was finally back in his silk pajamas and freshly pampered.

“Soo,” Bard starts slowly, dragging out the ‘o’ that sounds more like a low throaty hum in the end. His hands wander up Thranduil’s shoulders to massage the twirly thin hair on his nape, “how can we make this day more enjoyable to you, Your Majesty?” 

“I could blow some winds into the sail to bring you back into port,” you suggest light-heartedly. 

Thranduil lifts one hand and nudges the glasses up into his hair. A few strands escape, falling down the side of his temples and fluttering in the breeze. While Bard has this look that places him on a sailboat, hands dirty and tanned like he spends his life up in the masts and ropes, Thranduil belongs on the yacht. Dirty-Shirleys, loosely buttoned shirts in white and blue, discussing galleys and standing on a glass floor to safely look down on the cerulean water underneath without ever getting even a bit of wave spraying up to the expensive clothes. 

You dabble in both these lifestyles. There are days when you love to sit around in tight dresses and hang around Thranduil’s arm, watching him gamble or play pool, whispering dirty thoughts like secret tactics into his ear but you would never say no to a day like this one. Lounging in your bikini, listening to the waves, and flying whenever the winds bless you. 

 “Or you could blow me.”

Thranduil doesn’t blink or twitch a muscle while you cough the devil out of you. Unfortunately, his proposition came when you reached for your bottle of water for a refreshment. The cooling drops roll down the curve of your breast and sink into the bikini and towel, leaving behind nothing but a darkened spot instead of the reanimating of your dried-out mouth and you’re spraying the water in more directions than Thranduil's yacht, barreling through the ocean at 40 knots.

At your sputtering, Bard pats your back compassionately. “There, there,” he chuckles and reaches down to wipe some of the water away, his fingers innocently brushing past the seamline at your breasts. The skin is warm, calloused, rough, and yet lovingly; he’s the summer cocktail that leaves you wanting more after one sip.  “He got you this wet already?”

“Bet that little number is drenched as well,” Thranduil adds mockingly and to prove him wrong, you raise your ass up.

“Check your facts,” you grin and slightly wiggle your butt, knowing full well that one more comment from either of them or one more touch would disintegrate the composure brought on by the sun and relaxation to leave another sea in the black bottoms. That thought brings more laughter, one that dusts your cheeks pinker than Thranduil’s chest. “Sea for yourself, huh?” 

Even Thranduil laughs at that, the first real smile that isn’t conceited or shameless flirting like the one he gave you as you showed off your bikini; this one’s deep from his soul and you’re proud that it’s one thoroughly bad dad-pun that cracks the shell of his mood.

“Well, Captain,” you blink up to Bard, “does the boat need you or can your loyal crew borrow some of that time?”

Sitting on one knee, Bard scratches the scruff of his beard, drawing his chin between two fingers. “No,” he says after a moment of thought and turns to Thranduil, “I’ve got time to help our Majesty out. One might say I’m quite handy at raising the mast. What? Oh, don’t look at me like that,” – that, being an eye roll and a huff – “so when she–” he nods his chin at you, “says it it’s fine but me? I’m getting castrated by the looks of ya!” 

“Tze, I don’t need your help masting me up. I’ve been lounging around blue-balling ever since our Darling girl showed that ass of her in that skimpy string bikini.” Thranduil makes himself more comfortable, sitting back on the small bench and leaning against one of the cabin windows so that you’re directly situated in front of him. As soon as you scoot closer on your knees, he opens his thighs and pets them. “C’mon, honey. Show me what that mouth of you can do.”

Bard, following his own, mischievous agenda, moves as well to sit next to Thranduil on the bench, one foot stemming up behind Thranduil to pull him into his opened legs. Their mouths crash together in a kiss that starts up fast, a colliding of teeth like a continuation of their earlier discussion that neither one is willing to lose. One of Bard’s hands finds its way into Thranduil’s neck, the other one moves to one of his perked-up nipples and playfully flicks it. 

You shuffle closer and undo the string that holds up Thranduil’s cream linen pants with fast nimble fingers – pulling on one end and watching, your cheek resting against one thigh, as the bow falls apart just like you plan on unraveling Thranduil. 

Without breaking away from Bard’s opened and moaning lips, Thranduil lifts his hips, aiding you as you pull the fabric over his legs to find a wonderful surprise waiting for you. 

“Seems like you weren’t lying,” you hum. There’s certainly one part of Thranduil that enjoys the view; ocean be dammed if you can have a good pair of tits in front of you, right? Thranduil’s cock stands proudly against his stomach, the tip red and weeping. You kitten-lick up the side, alternating to a soft kiss when you reach the head. “How did I not notice this?” you ask and lick up a bit of precum. 

The taste spreads salty on your tongue yet sweeter than seawater. 

That does bring Thranduil to break away from Bard and his gray eyes find yours, his pupils dilated by the lust taking over. “I guess it's because you didn't spare a glance at me during the whole journey. You were too busy drooling over Bard's a – ahh– ss.” 

“Is that so?” Bard asks cheekily, pausing his administration of marking up the junction Thranduil’s neck with his teeth, bruises that’ll remind Thranduil for a long time how, in the end, he enjoyed himself on Bard’s boat.

“No?” you lie. You did, but who wouldn’t stare if presented with such a good arse and muscles? Anyway, he’s your boyfriend and spent the morning between your legs so that must cancel each other out, right?

“Mhm, she did.” Thranduil grabs for Bard and pulls him into another kiss.

You spit in your hand, knowing full well by now a dip into your bottoms would be enough but the flutter of Thranduil’s lashes at the sound and what comes next is a high reward, and give his cock one testing stroke. 

“I don’t think you’re in the place to tease,” You use your thumb to smear his precome that dribbles out of his slit over the head and down, mixing it with your spit to wetten his cock further. A helping hand comes from Bard and he gatherers your hair. With nothing in your way, you lean forward and swallow Thranduil’s cock right to the base, licking up the veins.

Thranduil groans and his head slumps into the crook of Bard’s neck. He’s already too gone to answer in typical Thranduil-fashion – which is a snarky comeback –, a few licks and the slight pressure from your tongue against his balls is all it takes.

Swirling your tongue around the base, you sigh heavily, breathing in and taking him a bit deeper into your throat in the delight of finally having his weight in your mouth again. Thranduil’s hand flies to your head when you start bobbing, going down further and further every time, and his fingers wrap themselves around some strands, nails digging into your skin. 

“Fuck, that’s right,” Bard groans. You look up and see that Thranduil has his other hand around his cock, though he went right into a steady pace. Through lowered lashes, Bard nods at you. “C’mon baby, I know you’re drenched as well,” his hips lift, following Thranduil’s tug on his cock, “Just – fuck, just listen to me and I can take care of you, alrigh’?”

You nod around Thranduil’s cock, the tip now bullying the end of your throat in a way that nearly constricts your breathing but pleasurably lets just the tiniest bit of air through so you’re not yet lightheaded. Unconsciously you rub your thighs together, searching for some friction with one of your heels digging into your cunt. 

“That’s good, baby, but y’know what’s going to feel real good? Give Thranduil those fingers.”

While you continue to hold Thranduil’s cock down, nose pushed against the waxed skin, you let the blonde swirl his tongue around two of your fingers and watch as he coats your middle and pointer in enough spit that it drips when you pull them back with a ‘pop’.

Bard groans in approval. “That’s right, good job. Now go ‘head and slide them into your bikini. Leave it on, ‘s not like there’s much to pull off anyway.”

Thranduil laughs and moans at the same time, nearly choking you on his cock at the sudden movement and you quickly lift your head. A mix of your spit and his precum drip down your throat and onto your breasts. 

“Can you fuck my throat?” Your question sounds sweet but it’s Thranduil’s turn to choke on his laughter. The hand in your hair tightens.

“Fuck, of course, Darling,” Thranduil wastes no second and pushes you back on his cock immediately, giving you barely any time to inhale enough air before he’s lodged in your throat again. Without further ado, he starts thrusting up, first slow as he’s figuring out how he would like it today, then faster.

Gagging and shifting for a better stance, knees spread apart, your wet fingers slide past the tight stretch of your bikini, finding it practically glued to your cunt. There’s not one single cell in your body that isn’t strung to vibrate in lust and desire, all that goes through your flesh and mind is the siren song of pleasure, luring you closer into her trap but is it truly a trap when you surrender all you are willingly? You don’t think so and sink your middle finger into yourself, finding that there’s little resistance yet plenty of slickness that makes it easy for you to rub the pads of your fingers over your throbbing clit.

The squelch is loud and evokes groans from all three of you, only yours is stifled by Thranduil’s cock spearing through your mouth. 

“Oh, you’re such a good girl,” Bard smirks down at you, taking in the tears that gather in your eyes and the spit drooling out of your mouth, dripping uncontrollably and smearing over the hand you’ve been using to fondle Thranduil’s balls. “What a sight, you messy messy girl. Look how you’re pleasing Thran – shit,” he breaks into a moan as Thranduil twists his hand.

Blinking away some of the tears and rubbing your clit harder, it’s an effort to focus your twisted view to look up at Thranduil but when your eyes focus, he’s glorious. Both hands occupied, one holding you down and the other fucking Bard’s leaking cock, knuckles glistening with precome. He’s leaning to the side, moaning open-mouthed against Bard’s throat that bobs at each sound, the blush on his cheeks dark and a beautiful contrast to his light yet disheveled hair. No painter could capture that wanton pull of his face, the color of his lips, and the fan of his lashes.

“I – Love, Bard, I don’t think – ah fuck yesyesyessogood – I’m not gonna last long,” Thranduil manages to say, his hips speeding up in that blind chase after pleasure, grinding his cock into the back of your throat.

The lightheadedness kicks in with the rush of adrenalin and you hum, sending the vibrations along Thranduil’s cock. He can’t hold himself back longer, there’s no reason or thought behind his actions as he hammers his cock into you, using your mouth as a wet sleeve just like you had wanted him to and his size and width will probably bruise you enough that speaking will be something to avoid but there’s no reason for your voice if your body sings that beautifully like it does now.

Your hips move against your own hand, rutting into the fingers rubbing your clit furiously, the heat in your stomach tight.

“Fuck if you could only see yourselves,” Bard grunts, twitching in Thranduil’s firm grip one last time before he shoots his load all over his heaving chest. Breathlessly, he sinks down, falling to his knees and you don’t even notice how close he is until rough fingers shove yours aside. 

For a second you whine, a useless sound blocked by Thranduil’s heavy cock, but Bard shushes you. His frame blocks the sun that beats down on your back and he curls around you. “Let me, love,” he murmurs. There’s another burning light, stronger and hotter than the sun. His fingers find your clit with a knowing ease and you go tense up completely, thighs shaking to hold yourself up somehow. 

The gentle bob of the boat does nothing but heighten the sensations, the exposure to everyone who might pass or get close a knowledge that sits in the back of your neck and rolls down your spine hot like molten silver.

A narrow breath trips out of Thranduil’s lips, a pretty little sound that leaves you dripping all over Bard, who shoves two fingers of one hand inside you and rubs your clit with two of the other. A string of moans follow and then, shooting directly down your throat, Thranduil comes with one last raise of his hips, his hand stilling in your hair and his cum bittersweet. 

“Good fucking girl,” Bard praises, his fingers sending you into oblivion straight after you finish swallowing and choking on Thranduil, one ‘come-hither’ motion that lights up your body like fireworks on the fourth of July though instead of rocketing up into the sky, you clam down on Bard’s fingers and let the flaming orgasm whip you into another sphere. 

Your sight clears and both men are there, rubbing your back and gently rolling you through the shaking aftershocks that leave you to fall trembling into Bard. He catches you, hands sticky with your combined arousal holding you up. Thranduil reaches for your forgotten water bottle, tipping it to your mouth and you greedily flush down the remaining taste of his cum.

An orgasmic bliss clings to the edge of your being and you’re more than satisfied. 

Since you don’t seem like taking control over your body, Bard man-handles you to lay down on another towel, one that’s free from cum. Thranduil stands, if not sways, and pulls on the open sail to bathe you in a cooling shadow.

“There,” Thranduil pulls off his shirt, the baby-blue darkened by his sweat and carelessly throws it into the cabin, “I could go for a swim now. All that blowing and there’s still no wind.”

And with that he swings himself over the metal railing, hair flying through the air and the water spraying up as he dives down.

You mumble a question and – yes, speaking will definitely be limited to the bare minimum and only if truly necessary.

Bard understands you nevertheless and slips behind you again, pulling your tired body against his – cleaned – chest. “Let’s join him in a bit,” he mumbles between the rain of soft kisses into your neck, his nose nudging your skin gently, “and then I’ll them him I’ve got a full enough tank to sail us to every port he wants to.”

You snort, rolling your head back to give his wandering lips more access to your sun-kissed warm skin. Spots dance in front of your closed eyes and seagulls screech in the distance. The water sounds inviting and you can’t wait to dive into the cooling wet, joining Thranduil. You’ll climb on his back, letting him drift around with your arms around his neck holding on, the water lapping over you and Bard tugging on your feet, tickling you until you swallow water from laughing so much.

But now, his breathing is as constant as Thranduil’s low hum next to the boat, and his arm’s heavy around your stomach and you promise yourself you’ll just close your eyes for a little bit.

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[mci-writing]

Keeping it Sfw? If you want to Make nswf be my gest🤣😅! ^_^

I try to keep hcs SFW unless otherwise specified nowadays, but thanks for sending in a second rq! ^^

These aren’t super super detailed bc I haven’t had deep deep thoughts on this in a while, but I’ll happily divulge more if y’all want｛´┴｀｝

Hopefully goes without saying, but all characters are 18+ in nsfw writings ♪(´ε｀ )

NSFW Romance Headcanons (Akabane Karma x Reader):

Warnings: nsfw, breeding kink mention, slight sadism, bdsm mention, bondage, etc. ask to tag

I’ve always enjoyed the hc that he’s a little perv (I mean, look at the source material), but I think it’s even funnier if he’s just a connoisseur of porn. He will read them around your shared place within your vicinity and will loudly criticize the material.

I see him as a very experimental guy in the bedroom. If a kink peeks his interest, he will want to try it at least twice to gauge his feelings on it

I also see him as a bdsm guy (kinda stereotypical and common hc I know), esp the bondage parts

He likes knife play and branding, specifically after something’s made him jealous or he’s feeling a little possessive. Just plan and adjust your schedule accordingly

Sensitive ears. Has cum just from having them sucked on. He will never admit this to anyone

He keeps count of your orgasms and treats it like a competition of who can make the other cum the most. He currently has you beat and tries to stay a minimum of five points ahead

Did I mention he’s a sadist and will go out of his way to overwork your body? He makes up for it with aftercare, but you should definitely plan your schedule accordingly 😭

Despite the April fools piece, I do think he has a genuine breeding kink, regardless of your gender. He will pound into you with the intention and is the “Get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant” meme

He will make you go to your place of business covered in hickies and marks and will leave you to explain it yourself. He’ll also leave things at home on purpose with the intention of you coming to his office to show off his hard work the night before

[ratt-rat]

thought I'd do an intro post or something

~nb just turned 20, I love rats, gay ships, fragrances and (very) vintage style

currently got obsessed with bcs Nacho and Lalo again, other likes: The Witcher(all media) Versailles, OFMD, Good Omens..

i love writing small thingies for prompts I love prompts!! it's like a custom order that I'm fulfilling which is fun, and less thinking because I'm given an idea and I get to write and see how it turns out <3

mostly I'd do hurt/comfort, fluff, romance, dark and dramatic stuff too for Lacho ship.

I'm not exactly a fan of nswf or kinky stuff, but I can try it if someone gives me a nice idea though, still fun.

and unless the prompt seems still totally captivating, generally I don't write much of sadism, gore, extra kinky kinks and likewise

so I'm new to tumblr and not exactly sure what am I supposed to do but I made an account to finally post fics and thoughts and maybe get into a community that likes what I like at last qwq I'm really discussion-starved

source: reddit

[young-telemachus]

{BLOG INFO}

hi!:> this is a Telemachus rp blog that will run exactly like @argosfrfr’s blog (because they are run by the same people cough cough-) everything Telemachus says will be in italics, green and in chat format.

like this

no nswf or stuff like it- (this is a *child* version of Telemachus and pedophilia will. Not. Be. Tolerated.) some bad language is fine because this Telemachus is around ten years old. Witch leads us into

character info✨

This version of Telemachus got teleport to the future somehow (dont ask me, ask the random thought of making this blog that popped into my brain at 2am-) he is around ten years old so do with that as you will:> following that timeline he is in the middle of the conflict in Ithaca from the suitors and Penny.

{I’ve never read PJO so I have no idea about that stuff mostly but i can just follow along- I’ve mostly just listened to Epic and read some myths so that’s mostly the lore this blog will function off of.}

{OTHER GODS/GODESSES FROM THE AU WHERE TELE CAME FROM}

Aphrodite: pink, Italics. (they have no one form since beauty is different for everyone)

Apollo: orange, bold.

Dionysus: purple, italics. (I have never really interpreted Dionysus like others have- I especially dont see them as I see the PJO version of them so they will not be like the PJO ver- flat out- sorry if that bothers u TvT)

Artemis: green, bold.

Ares: red, bold. (I also interpreted Ares a little different then most major media things abt him so again sorry if you dont like how I show him-)

There are also two older versions of tele I might bring out sometimes if I feel like it:D (they might get their own blogs later but for now I'm just running them on this one-)

There's Thea who is the 15 year old version of Tele, she's post transition so she uses she/her and looks more femmie :D

and then Older Thea who is 20 (She/her as well)

(details about them will be added when they are more used in rp's:D bc I cant think of lore on the spot)

{teles og mother)

Penelope: purple, italics, crossed out (bc shes a bitch and no one wants to fucking hear her-)

[myouicieloz]

any blogs you can recommend that writes imagines, request like you for girl groups? it’s always boy group blogs i’m seeing and i just want women ˙◠˙ also i love everything u write it hits me deep

hii!! ofc ^^ there are so many!! most of them have their reqs closed rn but they still have lots of works posted so imma tag them anyways. also i don’t know if you’d like to read angst but there’s always angst queen @spadesolace

so you have @jade-jini if you like to read for yunjin bc she’s the yunjin girlie and i eat up each n every one of her works abt any idol honestly

@wintersera whenever minjeong is mentioned but honestly whatever they write is alw fire

@pupyuj both sfw and nswf’s works are SO ,,,😤im so sat every time

@wonysugar bc not only her works slay hard but her anons are also lowk eating😭😭they’re so good too w what they send

@giginings my gf daphne can be a little evil teasing angst but!! it’s ok bc she slays we can suffer a little

@fanfiction4sooya lua’s reqs are closed rn (poor girlie still gets loads of them tho lol) but she always slays w her smuts and they’re never boring ^^

@slowlydifferentbluebird is always posting her reqs and i read them every time even if idk who the idols are😭 also miss u Zazá n love all of your works🫶🏽🫶🏽

@perfectsunlight is the best w the long fics and aus i also love all of them

@yuki3000 ily her hcs!!

@heavenlycloud specially w the lessera stuff bc it’s chief’s kiss

@jigujellee yunjin angst’s are my faves

i also have a few of my fav works reblogged under my rec # ^^

[smowyashe]

Intro post :D

Haiiii, I'm SmowyAshe, you can call me Ashe or Kai, idm. I am a minor so no nswf pls :>

DNI: Homophobes, transphobes etc., zoophiles etc., nsfw (idm adults but keep it legal >:P)

I'm autistic and possibly ADHD with a sprinkling of other mental disorders/illnesses :P

I'm an alterhuman, my identity is very complex and i dont really have a solid identity yet but yall can figure it out with me.

I'm Australian, I just say "yall" bc im queer lmao.

I'm Almondsexual and Genderfluid: he/them/it pronouns preferred, she/her pronouns accepted as well though. I am afab though :(

I am currently hyperfixating on Thanatos and COD, might delve back into my trasnformers hyperfixation too. I also play DnD (when the DM's pc is actually working)

This is just a place for me to throw shit and hope it doesn't blow up, so there's gonna be art and therianthropy and my hyperfixations and shitposts and if we get popular enough or I have more free time (damn the school system) I might split off into separate blogs for different things :3

Here's a lil website to get to know me better: https://kaiashe.straw.page/

Anyhoo I might add some more onto this later when I remember something or get a new diagnosis (hah my trust issues could never)

[crazytrolls]

RULES & More

💚NO KIDS 18+ Bc I WILL do Blood, Gore, A/B/O dynamics, NSWF and darker themes

💜This is a safe space LGBTQ+

💚No Hate

💜No Complaining if you don’t like it (Im easily block-able)

💚If your disgusting I will block you

💜Have Common Sense especially when asking

💚Ships of all shapes and Sizes so long as they are Trolls related are welcomed, within. .REASON.

💜You can Curse, just don’t overdo it

💚No Self Shipping or /Reader I’m not really comfortable with this topic (I’m okay with OC’s and Sonas)

💜I have an urge to call people hun and on rare occasions other affectionate things like darling or sweetheart, if you don’t like that people do tell me and I will try my best to remember

💜💚💜

What I post on here is my own business, however if you do like it then go nuts with it

I’m currently obsessing over Brynth and Brynth Content & I could give less of a fudge about what’s ‘Cannon’ or not- this blog is obviously for my own fun and entertainment

I’ll probably just post a bunch of random little things here, art, Fanfics, reblogs of other things, simple stuff along with head cannons & AU’s of course

I’m a fan of Enemies to Lovers (You are WARNED) (Please read my ship list if your confused)

I’ll probably update this as time goes on, remember no being toxic and no being mean or pushing opinions onto others 💛

Note: I’m a Multishiper

⚠️⚠️⚠️SHIP LIST⚠️⚠️⚠️;

Broppy, Brynth, Cooper/Branch, Trollex/Branch, Hickory/Branch, Synth/Minuet, Smidge/Milton, Guy Diamond/Cooper, Breek (aka) Branch/Creek, Barb/Poppy, John Dory/Hickory, Clay/Viva, LowNote Jones/Branch, Bruce/Brandy, Tresillo/Branch, Satin/D.J. Suki, and so much MORE (So much Branch-)

🔞⚠️🔞⚠️THEME’S 🔞⚠️🔞⚠️

Gore, Blood, Character Death, Detailed Gore, A/B/O, depression, Darker Themes, Toxic Yaoi and Yuri basically,

MY LINKS TO POSTS

Personal Recommendations!

World Tour AU Fics

Sky Toronto Dad Fics

Branch Centric Fics

Brynth Fic Recs! Breek Fanfics!

Branch actually being Raised any People Fics

💜💚💜💚

My AU’s

Unnamed.

💛💛💛💛

My Art Links

First Ask + Art

King Peppy Art

💜💜💜💜

[from-the-clouds]

Hii so I had another thought for prof Roy and ex-student wife. Because I physically cannot stop thinking about him.

So basically, how about a Dom/sub dynamic going on, also with the age gap playing a part. Idk how to explain it best. I think he’d be rather soft and just wanting to take care of you in any way he can (physically, emotionally, financially) but I like to think he’d get stern sometimes, wanting you to do this or that particular thing as he tells you to because he knows that’s best for you, even if you protest initially. Often also making choices for you. Not in a manipluative-toxic kinda way but in a caring soft dom older hot ex teacher boyfriend way.

This is really poorly explained sorry!! Probably because 98% of my thoughts is nswf!

Sorry! Lots of love and enjoy your vacation!!!

NO YES. This, this, this!! This is exactly how I imagined their relationship to be. I imagine you are maybe sort of feeling lost (I know I felt that way in college) like you suddenly have all this newfound freedom and you meet him during this time period and what first starts as normal guidance between professor/student gradually develops into something more and that dynamic continues into your marriage. Because he wants what's best for you but sometimes maybe you need that extra push to do the thing because it's scary or daunting or you don't think you can do it. And he gives you a little bit of that tough love and pushes you out of your comfort zone. And then when you're able to accomplish whatever it is, he's very like "see?? i told you" and you want to be annoyed but you can't bc you don't know where you'd be without him.

It makes me think of the Fleabag "Just tell me what to do, father" scene because like yeah.

Thanks so much!!

[namelessvoid]

Something about me

I'm Atlas. Im just a tired & anxious neurodivergented adult creature

They/them but i quess im ok with ne/nem, xe/xem, vi/vir, he/him & it/its too idk

Lgbtqia+(2019)/mogai(2022) & alterhuman(2018)

(The year= when i started to identify with it)

#my reblogs = other ppls post i reblog

#my post = post made by me

Bc somebody might ask= no dni, will block if needed so pretty much only nswf accounts that try to follow me(so mainly just bots)

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Labels coined by me & flags made by me

Can be used by anyone expect if mentioned otherwise

Can be reposted but do not claim that u coin it or made the flag.

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[blnk338]

oooh i heard smut talk and i have to take that opportunity to put my pp in that pie.

this doesnt really have anything to do with any take of any anon on smut in rwys, but i saw my chance and ima take it hehe

idk if i’m too old or lame or smth, i think i might just be too desensitized atp, but … like… i love fics without or with minimal smut. maybe i’ve filled the gap of needing that as entertainment, bcs i started consuming sin when i was far too young. but it doesnt tickle me in the slightest anymore.

i love sexual tension and yearning and characters falling hardcore for eachother, but im really over too much sexy time ngl. ive never read a fic bcs the tags said it will be smutty. i actually started to skip a lotta fics that are porn w/o plot, it just isnt interesting to me. maybe i’ve seen it all and its not feeding any part of my brain anymore or whatever idk.

personally i do not understand the obsession with sexy time in fics and books, i do get why others like it tho and to each their own! but it will never be a reason for me to not read a fic bcs it doesnt have lots of sexy nsfw content.

i will take slow burn, enemies to lovers with super intricate and complex relationship dynamics that built over 300k words any time. make them touch hands for the first time after 4 months of me reading the fic and waiting for updates! they fall into each others arms all desperate in chapter 134? I will devour it. Hell, if the damn fic ends with them kissing for the first time… really as long as i can feel the love and want and all the feelings, i could not give less of a fuck, if the characters end up in bed together.

Some of the best fics ive read had relationships that ended with the characters completely devoted to eachother, both in love, massive tension between them and there was not a single drop of nswf in the entire story. There wasnt even a damn kiss.

Like i said, i understand that ppl like the entertainment of smut and i see that a lotta ppl enjoy writing it. super cool, super great. what i found out for myself is that i value mostly everything else in a story. espesh when a story can make me feel stuff, without it being shown through physical things the characters do. i think creating smth that pulls readers in like that, is an art in itself.

that was my unwarranted smut talk, thanks for coming 🦐

thank you so much for the input prawny!! always great to hear from u :)

im grateful for the conversation because i also prefer fics without smut-- i used to read them a lot when i was younger, but i agree on the fact that its just not really what I'm looking for now. I'm over the moon that people like my fic for how it is, and i never want to create any sort of turbulence with its contents.

i appreciate the constructive add-ons and i think this was really well said!

thank u again prawny!!

[twoeyedshockwave-lol]

Screw it, I'm making headcanons on the Friendly shadow. If no one else will do it I will.

(No nswf here, it will contain romantic headcanons. This will be gender neutral lol, oh and also this is an AU where yk, you exist. The friendly shadow is not my character but is David armbsys character. Go check his channel out and his patreon.)

Romantic headcanons:

You and Shadow spend a lot of time together. The time is mostly spent with both of you trying new things together. Whether it's spent watching that new movie, or sneaking out in the dead of night doing the most random outdoorsy thing ever. And the best thing about all of it is that the handyman don't really question it because it always seems like you both are on some sort of mission that hive sent you both on. But in reality, you both were galivanting through autodales local park picking flowers or smth.

Hive knows about your relationship. The majority chose not to intervene because seeing you both together (and through the shadows surveillance system installed on him) was like an episode of a wholesome telenovela. And cause it was the only form of entertainment they had. Shadow and you on the other hand are completely oblivious to this eavesdropping.

Shadow is very much in love with you, but he has a hard time expressing it sometimes. Yk when you have a love overload or you see something cute and idk you just wanna...squish it? Yeah that's him whenever he's alone with you. He'll just freeze up and try staring at everything around you but not directly at you. When you somehow make eye contact though, his eyes dilate to the MAX. It's very obvious he loves you. You return it by being the person that he can trust and lean on. He loves you because of this.

Cuddles? Omfg he loves those. He's a touch-starved simp. He won't ask for cuddles verbally. Instead, He'll hint that he wants to cuddle. He'll scoot closer to you when you both are sitting down. He'll purposely try to stumble when standing up or walking when you're around so that you can catch his oh-so-devastating fall. It's so obvious when he fake stumbles, hands, and feet flailing in the air.

You'd catch him though and laugh while he insists that it was an accident and proceeds to cling on you for a long time after his "fall".

Kissing? It depends on you. if your not the kissy type he'll respect that. If you are though, he'll kiss you on the forehead or your hands. On the lips? Sure! You just gotta let him know first, he gets startled when you kiss him without a warning. French kissing? He's not great at it. Like not great at it at all. I don't think he has a tounge. He'll try though, just expect it to be very and I mean very slopy. He does feel embarrassed when you do kiss him but only because he thinks he's bad at it (and he is).

Just because he acts all shy around you doesn't mean he's tough, I mean cmon he's Autodales number 1 vigilante! He isn't afraid to protect you at all costs and defend you. He's just hoping you'd do the same for him.

Overall, he's a simp in denial. And you are too!

That's all the head cannons I could think of, anyways let me sleep now bc it's 3:00 am rn.