#type: hc

[mochieekittenz]

Hot Take! — Sylus's teasing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

He destroys with patience.

With precision.

He doesn’t take — he waits.

Waits for you to offer it.

Waits until your pride softens into whimpers.

Until your confidence becomes pliant under his touch.

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

Sylus knows it’s not about breaking you.

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

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

You’ll think it was your idea all along.

[stardustbnuuy]

playing with color and style 👍

[curi0uscreature]

* Meebing time <3 (has never talked abt them on an actual species level)

[headcanons-of-sekai]

More of an AU than a headcanon but

Dark-skinned/Blasian Minori who keeps getting rejected from agencies not because she isn’t good, but because of colorist and racist beauty standards

Dark-skinned/Blasian Minori who decides, fuck that, I’m gonna be an idol no matter what it takes

Dark-skinned/Blasian Minori who keeps chasing her dream to bring hope to people, but especially other dark-skinned and mixed girls who get told they’re ugly or lesser

Dark-skinned/Blasian Minori paving the way for other idols who don’t fit Japanese beauty standards that say paleness = beauty

Just,,,Dark-skinned/Blasian Minori<3

[somemismatchedsocks]

I think sonic should have Anxiety bc.

well bc I have anxiety and I need to suffer with me, okay?

okay.

good.

[ginapott3]

More HC! :D

Warning!: suicide mention!

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

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

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

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

[b1ttermedicine]

happy ddvau day

[realjet-star]

i feel like jet is super lovey dovey but doesnt know how to show it so hes just super awkward a ton of the time

[sneverussape]

…don’t joke like that, lucius.

(he wasn’t joking)

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connected to one of my hcs (iykyk) wherein snape had helped the malfoys conceive and is also one of the reasons (but not the sole reason) they’re super close and see him as family.

[phanboyo]

Dragon breath danny???

Hypothetically... Could Danny produce an Ecto-blast from his mouth?

Like he gets REALLY fuckin mad at a ghost, or some ghost hunter cause they nearly killed a child from something like a building crushing them, and MAYBE the child's parents get killed, the angst potental...

Anyways, his body starte glowing, then his throat, and his jaw straight up UNHINGES and fires an ecto-blast.

Idk just a neat idea

[headcanons-of-sekai]

Tsukasa has had many part time jobs before finally being accepted into Phoenix wonderland and whenever Wondershow go on walks as friends, they accidentally end up in places where Tsukasa has previously been employed. Brother knows how to make a cocktail at a beach. This is a running gag at this point. “Tsukasa is 100%-running this life”, as Nene once articulated it

[eydilily]

some screenshot redraws from the outreach!

[lizar-art]

look at my lawyer dawgggggg im going to jail😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[syneester]

My piece for the Hermitcraft 10 section of @hermitszine!

Check it out here :D

[bluukive]

Jerking them off - LaDS

mdni

ᡣ𐭩 lets you jerk him off from behind when he's sleepy, your chest against his back whilst your hand pumps his aching cọck. He's overstimulated, having come twice already, and his face is red from the lewd squelching noises your hand makes against him. He lets his head fall back to your shoulder, murmuring heated words of encouragement - Xavier

ᡣ𐭩 has his larger hand over yours as you jerk him off together. He rolls his hips up and fucks the makeshift hole both of your hands have made. His other hand is pressed up against your own pụssy, cupping and stroking it erratically as you both pleasure each other in unison (almost) - Caleb

ᡣ𐭩 lets you jerk him off through his pants. It's something new he likes to indulge in, a complete contrast to his usually clean appearance. Breathy groans leave his lips as he bucks his clothed hips upwards to meet your hand, ass, whatever is grinding against him at that moment. He eventually comes in his underwear with a spasm - Rafayel

ᡣ𐭩 Makes you watch him jerk himself off whilst you're restrained. Ignores all of your begging and pleading whines whilst looking down at you with a blank expression, but you know him too well. The subtle hitches of his breath and the way his throat bobs told you everything you need to know about how he's feeling - Sylus

ᡣ𐭩 Prefers to pleasure you, but on the rare occasion he lets you touch? He's tugging you onto his lap and guiding his hand to his cock so that you could stroke it. His forehead is pressed against yours as he murmurs low words of praise, occasionally pecking your cheek or lips - Zayne