#smut discussion

[amaria-the-soup]

hello, I just wanted to call out someone who sent me an anonymous message about my statement on your post about those immoral fics, and I just hope the person will be able to read this, because first of all, who the fuck do you think you are to tell me whether or not I'm recovered? That's incredibly rude and unnecessary, and I genuinely hope you'll think over your words because dictating my state of mind because of my statement was extremely ignorant?

Second it's not about me (or anyone else) distancing myself from it, as if it were a silly hobby. Pornography is as much addicting as drugs or alcohol. It's not a silly pass time I got burnt out from, it's a serious illness, and you're treating it like some silly little stuff. Third of all, this type of fiction can very much be the reason people start those type of behaviours, so yes consuming this type of media can lead to dangerous outcomes and turn "normal" people into mentally ill (especially as a minor). Your words were literally "well gambling addiction isn't bad, you just couldn't control yourslef lol". Hope this person can reflect on the brain rot they said <3 (I'm really sorry, but I just doubted that if I answered on my page they'd see it bc I don't post, but I really wanted them to see what kind of bullshit they said, sorry if this was bothering you dearie <3)

It’s not a bother at all! I agree with everything you said, and have some things to add in terms of actual studies:

It’s a big problem, and here’s the proof. And it’s not just visual, it is easily in reading too. So to encourage people to make “dark” or “taboo” fictional stories are really just adding to the porn culture and making it harder for people to get out.

It’s a cage, and without any help, it can get out of control easily.

Also, Hon, I just wanted to tell you that even if the asker is anon, they’ll get a notification when you answer them! But I am so honored that you were willing to come for help, and honestly, you’re so fucken’ brave. I hope that all of us can improve ourselves, and hopefully we can overcome our problems.

If you’re suffering from “dark smut” or rather, porn in general, I encourage you to take the steps to overcome it. Here’s some links for everyone, including me.

ALL of us need help, and we are all worthy of redemption. There’s someone out there who loves you, and you deserve to be loved and at your best.

[sleyu]

in regards to perv!marauders . . . theyd so get off on the more innocent pics of you— it could be a polaroid of you smiling and it’d be covered in cum by the end of the summer bcos your innocence is so hot to them

i am losing my mind at the thought of this. the mere thought of corrupting you torments perv!marauders and something about the contrast of their filth paired with your seemingly pure disposition makes their cock throb.

the photo usually always comprises you beaming, presumably looking up at them through the camera, batting your eyelashes prettily, looking so radiant and cute. i can picture a photo of you leaning against their palm, their large hands caressing your cheek while you peer up at them. maybe it’s that sleepy look of yours; maybe it’s your flushed face or your puffy, watery eyes; or perhaps it’s the gloss on your lips that makes you look so girly and kissable that has them groaning into their pillow as they fist their aching cock late into the night, feverish and frantic to cum to the sight of you.

it's not only your innocence that gets them off, but it's the thought of ruining it that drives them to the edge. all of them would repeatedly fantasize about making you just as desperate as they are for you. they want nothing more than for you to look up at them—a betrayed, foggy look in your lust-filled eyes—begging them to take you again because three rounds simply aren’t enough and you're far too addicted to their cocks stretching out your ruined cunt to stop.

[heavenbarnes]

Just thought abt olderbf!simon fucking you in his rugby/football jersey and growling right in your ear something about giving you a pretty ring on your finger and his last name

there is nothing older bf!simon wants more than to see “RILEY” across your back as he’s hitting it from behind.

it’s only sunday morning local-rec-over-21’s rugby. it’s nothing special.

but there is you on the side lines, so cold he can see your breath and wrapped up in one of his thicker jackets.

he likes the way you smile and do a little jump when it’s a penalty for his team.

and he likes that little frown you get when someone tries to take him off at the knees.

and he really likes the way you get a little dazed when he’s tackling sorry bastards across the grass.

that same dazed look you get when he comes off the pitch covered in mud and smelling like sweat. when you pass him a towel and tell him to shower at home.

which is actually code for “get me home now and i’ll do that thing you like”

and it leads him to this, bending you over on the bed so he can see his last name stretched across your shoulders and imagine what it’ll be like when it’s finally yours.

he can feel the caveman-primal-madness coursing through him when he sees you with his name on his back. inexplicably hard at the thought-

the thought of you as his.

and whilst he hasn’t got it all planned out yet, he can pretend like he does. when he presses his chest to your back so you can hear his voice loud and clear.

“y’all mine? hmm? get t’keep y’forever? till death n’all that?”

[bunnis-monsters]

I am so tired of answering the “ERM… you’re using puppy hybrid… does that mean the character is a child!?” questions, because obviously no, and you haven’t been in kink spaces long enough to know that’s a stupid question.

Pup and puppy are terms of endearment, especially when used in pet play, and I much prefer the term “puppy hybrid” over “dog hybrid”.

Like check the puppy hybrid tag and then check the dog hybrid tag, the puppy hybrid tag is way more popular because that’s the preferred term.

Pls stop asking this question because I’m just gonna block everyone else.

[ultraviolence-aot]

“Y/N?”

A familiar voice pulled you out from your own mind. You glanced up at the soft-spoken man in front of you. His shaggy blonde hair fell in front of his face, framing it perfectly. The flashing lights reflected off of the lense of his black-framed glasses.

Armin.

“Hey, I was looking for you.” He added with a smile. A light pink tint flushed his cheeks.

He looked… cute.

Or maybe it was the several alcoholic drinks you had downed over the last thirty minutes, thanks to your party animal of a best friend, Sasha. You continued to look up at his handsome face through your lashes.

No, no. He was cute. He was especially cute tonight.

“Y-y/n..? Are you alright?” Armin asked, tilting his head slightly at you. You nodded, smiling at his concern for you. He was sweet. Always.

“Y-yes, of course.. Just need some air, I think.”

He reached his hand down to you, motioning you to take hold of it. “C’mon, we can go outside.” You did, with no hesitation, noting the size of it - much larger than yours, and the warmth against your own.

You zigzagged your way through the crowded club, waving a quick goodbye to your friends and following Armin outside.

The cold winter air hit your face and for a moment, you thought it may completely sober you up.

No, I'm definitely still drunk. You thought, your head a spinning tunnel.

The pair of you leaned up against the cool brick wall, peering down the dark alley together - the bass and faded music of the club still filling your ears.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Armin blurted. You turned to look up at his eyes. His pretty blue eyes.

God, has he always been this tall?

“O-oh..” You stuttered, equally as nervous as the blonde-haired boy. He fiddled with his fingers, looking straight towards his feet. Something about him tonight, something in the air, something in the alcohol. You just wanted to touch him.

You leaned over to look at him a bit closer, bringing the palm of your hand up to his face. You could feel the soft skin beneath you. Your touch turned him into a flustered mess - his eyes wide with surprise, cheeks a dark shade of red, and his mouth agape.

Your attention fell onto his mouth, not noticing him shift his weight onto his other leg to ease the discomfort of the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Your lips,” you muttered, your face a mere foot from his. You could smell his cologne, a light pine filling your nostrils.

Armin gulped. “W-what about them..?”

“Pretty.”

God, you really were drunk. Pretty? I mean, yeah, they absolutely are.. but..

“Pretty?” He responded. You simply nodded, unsure of what else you could say. Embarrassment ran through you.

Why would you say that?

“Y/N?” Armin whispered, and the distance between you felt smaller. Much smaller.

Was it getting smaller? Was I unintentionally moving closer? Was he?

“Yes?”

“You like them?”

You released a breath you weren't aware you were evening holding. Yes, god, yes, you do.

You opened your mouth to reply, but froze, flustered.

“Say it.” He demanded, eyes sparkling in the dim light.

“Y-yes, I like them.” You obliged, your voice a whiny, cracking mess. A look of smugness came over him.

“Then what are you going to do about it?” He whispered again, his voice a tone you had never heard before. Sultry.

His eyes were a wild swirl of desire, flashing between your own eyes and your parted lips. He wants you to kiss him.

Within seconds, you had brought your face to his, your lips so close to his own that you could feel his warm breath on your nose. Both of your eyes were closed, your lips hovering over each other - tempting, teasing, considering.

“Armin..” You breathed, desperate. He hummed in response.

“Please..” You begged the boy.

“Please what?” He mumbled back. “Kiss you?”

“Yes.”

So he did, with no more hesitation, and no more nervousness. He crashed his soft lips against yours, wrapping his surprisingly firm hands around your waist and pulling you as close as you physically could be. The cold winter air was nothing to you anymore - your body a heated mess.

Your lips parted, and his tongue taking its place inside your mouth and lapping at your own. Your hands found their way under his loose shirt, and your breath hitched as one began toying with his buckle - the other running along the firm muscles he was hiding beneath his clothes.

You suppose it wasn't a huge shock - Armin was dorky, and quiet, but he was best friends with Eren and Mikasa. They were both incredibly fit.

Armin angled his leg between yours - pressing his knee against your crotch. You moaned into his mouth, and felt the smirk forming on his lips as he kissed you even more desperately.

His hands trailed down your back, over the hump of your ass until they were gently lifting your skirt. He gripped your ass hard, causing you to grind against his knee with more force.

Fuck.

His hands continued to rub and grab, slowly inching closer to the wet, hot mess between your legs. You had managed to remove his belt, tossing it down on the wet concrete and tugging his jeans down.

You pulled your face from his, your eyes flickering from his lips to the bulge beneath his boxers. Fuck, he looked so much bigger than you had expected.

“You want me?” He whispered seductively. You nodded.

He dropped to his knees, looking up at you through his glasses. He looked gorgeous. Desperate. He looked as if he was yearning for you. You ran a hand through his hair, the other tracing his jaw. “Beautiful,” he complimented.

He pulled your panties down to your ankles in an instant, grabbing one of your legs and tossing it over his shoulder as if you were a rag doll. He admired your pussy, sticking his tongue out and running it up your slit.

You could feel his tongue piercing against your folds. Your hands gripped his hair tighter, and he flicked circles around your swollen clit with his tongue. He groaned against you, the vibrations stimulating you further.

“So wet for me,” he breathed into you, “tastes so good.”

You arched your back as he slid his index finger inside of your cunt, whining out a slur of curse words as you tossed your head back. “F-Fuck, Armin.”

“Mmm.” He hummed back in response, curling his finger up to reach your sensitive spots.

It had been ages since you'd been touched - since you had touched yourself even. Your body was so hungry for more, so hungry for release. You felt the urge to cum quickly. It was embarrassing.

“I… I'm not going to last,” you whimpered, and the boy paused, pulling away from your cunt to meet your eyes. You groaned at the building pressure that had been stolen away. “W-What-” you began, before Armin rose to his feet and picked you up. “S-Shit!” You cried out in shock as he slammed you against the wall, hands gripping your ass and bulge pressed to your bare bottom half.

“Want you to cum on my cock.” He begged, “Please, baby.” He used one hand to pull his member out, lining the tip up with your entrance and swirling it around impatiently. “Tell me to do it.”

Your heart fluttered at the brute strength he had displayed, lifting and holding you against the wall as if you were as light as a feather. He pulled his glasses off his face and tossed them to the ground. “Always wanted this.” He whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Please,” you pleaded, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“Please, what?”

“P-please. Fuck me, Armin.”

You could barely get out another breath before he shoved the entire length of his cock inside of you, moaning as your walls squeezed him. “S-so tight. So wet.” He whimpered, his lips pressing against the sensitive spot on your neck. You cried out at the stretch, and the way he filled you entirely.

He let you adjust to his size for a moment, leaving soft kisses along your skin before he pulled all the way out and slammed back inside of you. He sped up his pace, thrusting so fast that you couldn't think.

You were moaning so loud, the boy brought one hand up to cover your mouth. “Shhh, baby. Don't wanna get caught.”

Shit. You were in public.

You made eye contact with him, his face so soft, so kind - yet so seductive and hot at the same time. Sweat dribbled down both of your foreheads. His hand muffled your moaning and crying as his cock slammed into you again and again. Each time he pulled out, your cut was desperately aching for his length again - for the force of his cock pounding your cervix.

Hurts so fucking good.

You were close. Very, very close. His tongue and fingers were enough to spiral you, but his cock was sending you over the edge. You could feel the tingling building in your limbs, and the pressure nearly capping.

“Fuck,” he groaned between thrusts, “feel your pretty pussy tightening. You gonna cum on this dick, Y/N?

He moved his other hand back down to your ass, using it to strengthen his thrusts. You gasped out. “Y-yes. S-so close,” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. “F-fuck, i-.. i’m-”

“C’mon baby, cum for me.

God.

Your orgasm sent you drooling, moaning out the boy's name. Your cunt tightened around his member, bringing breathy moans from his own mouth.

He crashed his lips against yours, pulling away to speak in between kisses. “Gonna cum, baby. So close. Where do you want it, hm?”

Your sweaty forehead pressed against his. “Inside, please.”

“Yeah, baby? Want me to cum in this pussy?”

“Yes, please,” you cried out.

“Say my name, baby.”

You gripped his neck tighter, pressing your lips to his before pulling away again. “A-Armin, please. Want you to fill me up so bad.”

“Fucck…” He groaned, shoving his cock deep inside once again, before he spilled his hot juice. You felt his cock twitch inside your cunt.

You breathed heavily into each other, hearts still racing as fast as they ever had.

He slowly pulled his cock out, and you quietly whined at the emptiness you felt in your core. Hot, wet fluids dripped down your thighs as he sat you down on your feet.

A smirk built on the boy's lips. Before you could speak a word, he dropped back to his knees and brought his tongue to your pussy, prepared to lap up every ounce of the messes you had both made.

[lovelybucky1]

open discussion:

“he hit me and it felt like a kiss”

is that more matt or frank?

[fafodill]

Both of your additions are super interesting, thank you for sharing it with us!

I guess I'm guilty of projecting a bit too much (but then again I haven't written smut myself in a while and now that I think about it, one time I wrote about some very kinky stuff which wasn't particularly my cup of tea either). But I do struggle with creating anything (be it in drawing or writing form) that isn't speaking to me when it comes to smut. I guess that's just how my brain is wired. But I know I also assume too much about what I think I'm revealing and what I'm really revealing (and maybe this is just me being afraid of it while not practicing it enough to see my fear is unfounded).

(The "angel sploodge" had me coughing, @niche-pastiche. It's been a hot minute since I've read anything Supernatural either... I shall look into your works one of these days.)

Not sure if you know this but your willingness to comment on smut truly is a gift among fandom. Lots of times the comments drop off sharply for smut chapters. It's understandable people are a little embarrassed sometimes but it just means every little comment they do leave means even more.

Smut is an art form!!!

Smut is SO hard to write!!!

Smut deserves the reviews!!!

I love smut. I always have. I'm a slut for smut.

I can totally understand why people may not be comfortable reviewing it - it's a bit self-revealing isn't it? (though I find it much worse when I try to write smut, I feel utterly naked to everyone hahaha like here, have all these specifics scenarios and words that I clearly personally like and find arousing, xoxo) I have a lot of respect for the people who write it, there's something so honest and human in it.

'Here, I really wanted to bang this character so I put them on their knees for my own pleasure. Have it as well.'

'I feel strongly that these two characters need to hate-fuck so hard one will cry in pleasure at the end because they need it so bad.'

'I need these three characters to have a 9 chapter long fuck week where they will rediscover their love for one another and heal their trauma wounds in a healthy way.'

Smut is amazing. Smut is therapy. Smut is self-indulgence. Smut is exploration. Smut is happiness.

All hail the smut.

Comment on the smut. ❤️‍🔥 The authors deserve it. They're putting themselves out here, they're sharing the urge. They put the sexy words together. They're so nice.

All hail smut authors.

We need you.

And I love you.

But to answer your ask more directly, thank you for telling me this. It's very rewarding and I actually wasn't really aware of the difference in reviews in smut work/chapters because to me, this is always the part I'm excited for, so I may project my own enthusiasm on other people.

[st4rd0lly]

i’m sorry but i NEED yandere chuuya to fuck so deep and lovingly to the point where you’re just a pile of lovesick mush beneath him. another argument with your friends? darling, can’t you just see that’s the reason why you only ever need him? they aren’t good for you, but chuuya treats you so nicely. burying his cock deep inside of you, going a nice pace, fucking you through every orgasm and letting those tears become tears of pleasure. he kisses and worships ever inch of your body obsessively and possessively. he’ll take care of your friends for you don’t worry about them right now. just focus your pretty little head on him <3

[alive-gh0st]

I love Afterglow so much! But would you care to indulge my curiosity? Do you imagine reader to be slightly older than Mark? I imagine to be in her mid- to early twenties bc of her expansive career in the medical field, though I'm only going by the impression that she only started working after graduating; unless she's been working for some time already? Idk how careers work ajkdshfldf

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Mark Grayson x Med!Reader♡ྀི

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AHHH first of all—thank you so much for the love on ”Afterglow”!! This is such a fun ask, and I’m honestly so happy someone’s curious enough about something to dive into it with me.

You’re feeding my writer ego. I hope you’re proud of yourself.

So! Let’s talk canon real quick (I’m letting out my inner nerd rn):

In the comics, Mark starts out at 17 years old, but he ages pretty fast—and by the midpoint (around where ”Afterglow” would be happening, give or take), he’s roughly 19–20 , depending on how closely you track the arcs.

He’s been through it (emotionally unwell, physically worse), and is already working full-time with Cecil, so we’re definitely not dealing with “freshman bio class” energy anymore.

The man is seasoned. In trauma.

If we were going by the animated series, though—it’s a little fuzzier.

Season two makes it clear he’s just recently turned 18, so if you’re seeing ”Afterglow” through a show-only lens, Reader might come off as a bit older. But that’s kind of the fun of it, right?

Different interpretations work depending on what canon you’re leaning into. Especially since she’s employed, competent, and not trying to flirt while holding a scalpel backwards.

(Unlike a certain someone in goggles.)

Also! In ”Afterglow”, Mark is still wearing that iconic yellow-blue disaster suit, which firmly locks the timeline into late Season 2-ish // early Season 3 vibes if we were following the showverse.

As for Reader? Yes—I do personally imagine her to be a bit older. Not by decades or anything, but enough to feel the difference. Maybe 21–23ish, depending on how chaotic and accelerated you want her backstory to be.

Either she’s a prodigy who skipped grades and sprinted into the trauma field, or she’s just a few years older with a no-nonsense attitude and a résumé that could legally intimidate a superhero.

She’s sharp, capable, and absolutely not here to babysit—which just makes Mark being utterly down bad for her even funnier.

Regardless, I love the dynamic of “older, exhausted professional woman” × “younger, slightly feral man with devotion issues.”

BUT! While ”Afterglow” is loosely grounded in comic canon (especially in tone and timeline), it’s very much doing its own thing.

The plot, pacing, and character dynamics all live in their own little sandbox. Nothing’s rigid. It’s vibes first, logic second. As it should be.

Hope that answers the curiosity!! And seriously—thank you again for caring about this chaotic little universe enough to ask.

I’m legally required to write more now.

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[spideyhexx]

very very short not finished billy thing🫶

"Billy, quiet," you whisper out in a harsh tone as he mouths at your neck.

He's not even in you, but the friction of rubbing his crotch right to your thigh has him letting out sounds that cannot be heard by party going on downstairs.

You'd think a wanted outlaw in what, two, three states would know how to be quiet, but clearly you break that skill of his.

"'M tryin'," Billy grunts out, pushing up the heavy fabric of your dress, then letting you hold it.

He's quick with his belt, your eyes trained on the door like you're expecting it to open.

"No, look here," Billy mumbles, his hand cradling your jaw and directing your gaze back to him. His lazy eyes set on you, his lips parted and pecking at your chin before he tilts your head down so you can see his achingly hard cock.

You let out a breath and he chuckles, moving as close to you as he can, hiking your leg up around his waist.

Once again, the moment his tip slides against your cunt, Billy's moan is a little too loud and you shush him.

"I know, I know," he grumbles, clearing his throat, and easing himself into you, both of you letting out strained breaths.

Billy gives you a moment, before his hips start to move.

[other-fandoms-reblogs]

Simon’s Succubus

Inspired by @impala-dreamer ‘s Dean’s Succubus

A/N: Hope you don’t mind, Beka, that I read it and ran with my own version. If it’s too close to yours,‘l please message me here or on discord and I can change it. ❤️❤️❤️

Simon can always tell when you’re about to ovulate. Your libido skyrockets and becomes demanding. He loves it.

He loves how assertive his baby becomes. Dragging him by his shirt to the bedroom when he gets home and won’t even let him take off his combat boots. How you tell him what you want, practically dominating him. You sit on his face, covering him and his mask at times in your juices. He has several identical masks for this reason now.

The man cannot get enough. He loves how you taste sweet and tangy.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves how spicy you two are normally. It’s a kind of balance. Normally, you want his hands and mouth everywhere on you. You blush and get shy trying to ask for what you want in bed. He finds it endearing.

He tends to help by giving his partner options, almost like a menu unless he wants to try something new. Then, he says he has a treat or wants to try something different. You’re always happy to experiment.

He loves every moan, groan, and breathy pant. He tried to ring orgasm after orgasm out of you.

When it’s nearing your time each month, your tolerance for him not stopping until he’s rung as many orgasms as he can increases dramatically. There have been times when his jaw felt like he needed to lubricate like a machine. You don’t mind. He is amazing with his fingers.

He knows how to play you like he’s disassembling and reassembling any of his guns blind. He knows how and where to touch you to rile you up and push you over the edge as many time as he wants or his jaw screams at him.

When you ride his cock, he can go for quite some time normally. He giving you long thrusts, torturing you with pleasure and sensation until you whimper and writhe under him. He loves to hear you beg him so he will let you orgasm. He will change position to hit your g-spot or a-spot, if not both, or reach down between you to rub your clit.

During that time, you’ve been know to tire him out. He isn’t as young as he used to be but is happy to eat you out or finger you until you’ve soaked his arm. He also has recently loved watching you take your pleasure and use his thigh to get off on. When you’re about to go o er the edge, he will nibble and bite your neck and shoulder intensifying your orgasm further. His little masochist, how he loves you.

[sorormaior]

Okay, I am curious about your interpretation of the husbandry au

Do they talk? Are they still more autonomous? Is there a language barrier?

I see so many diff interpretations so I am curious

But pls do give Nacht more scritches

My interpretation of the husbandry au is like. Mainly comedy based? I like it when the legions have little behaviours that are kind of "stereotypical" of their legions. They might repeat a few words but don't have language of their own. They're like.... very intelligent parrots to me but still come with some more animal like behaviours. Obviously Sev is very intelligent, helps on the rescue and understands when he's being spoken to/about. Night Haunter is a little more... fuzzy and disassociated in his thought processes at the moment. It makes sense to me, and hopefully it makes sense to you. These are big beasties- likely former military projects refitted for consumers to turn a profit.

And no, I'm not doing smut with this au- obviously everyone can do what they want forever, but I'm not doin' it. I prefer more comedy takes in my astartes husbandry au

[bunnis-monsters]

Today is one of those days that I really dislike being a writer.

I remember the bad experiences I’ve had in fandom writing. I do more original stuff now, but I had a low-key stalker follow my account for years sending nasty threats because I blocked them and didn’t continue the story they liked.

Authors are human beings. We cannot create in an environment that is toxic to us.

Honestly it’s depressing, I want to write for my favorite anime characters and such, but every time I do I fear that I’ll be attacked by crazy fans.

Even the character I love with my whole heart makes me feel sad when I start writing about him, remembering how nasty people can be over fictional characters.

If a writer doesn’t finish a story or blocks you, move in with your life. It is genuinely not that big of a deal.

[spookyji]

i’m sorry, were we not going to discuss this kai?

[erulasse23]

friends. enemies. fellow lovers of angbang, statues, and/or crack treated seriously:

THIS IS QUITE POSSIBLY THE FUNNIEST THING I’VE EVER DONE

inspired by this post , @mcpayne , @valar-did-me-wrong , and sariane on bsky who said “why wait to write it?”, I present:

SAURON FUCKS A STATUE

so far reviews say:

I might have a thing for statues now and it’s all your fault thank you and you will be hearing from my lawyers

One word: excellent

NO FUCKING WAY

your efforts for this fandom will never be forgotten

etc.

I am quite proud of myself and feel that I am starting to live up to my goal of being as cool as @balrogballs

[kinichfan]

hi fellow kinich fans

i want to know your favorite or thought out kinich aus you have in mind like for example kinich school au where kinich is the popular introverted guy or like kinich but actually ajaw possessing his body something like that

i want to hear your ideas please i need inspiration no restriction just anything that is not canon. perhaps counts as headcanon? just drop everything plsplsplsss i wont judge (if shy just dm me hehe)