#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.

[byeashhh]

Hello ✨ I am curious to know if you have some NSFW headcanons for Copia as well?

Have a good day/night ^^

i feel like for copia he’s such a complex blend of like awkward charm, repressed desire, surprising confidence, and deep craving for connection sooo NSFW under cut <3 ═════ ≪ °❈° ≫ ═════ as always, requests are open <3 ═════ ≪ °❈° ≫ ═════ ⚠︎ MDNI. 18+. ADULT CONTENT. NSFW BELOW. ⚠︎

➤ copia has a very dirty mind and a vivid imagination—especially once he feels safe with you ➤ he’s hesitant at first, almost overly respectful, but once the floodgates open… jesus christ, he's filthy with his mouth . . . “such a good ragazza/ragazzo for me,” he groans, voice low and breathless. “taking me so well—so greedy, eh?” ➤ will whisper absolutely obscene things in your ear if you praise or encourage him. The filthier he gets, the more his confidence spikes. ➤ giving, receiving—copia lives to use his mouth. he’s eager, sloppy, and completely obsessed with watching you fall apart under his tongue ➤ going down on you is one of his favorite things. he’ll spend ages between your thighs, groaning when you tug his hair or grind against his face ➤ expect lots of muttering into your skin: “santo dio… taste so sweet. can’t get enough of you.” ➤ gets so smug when you cum—like “mission accomplished” smug. may tease you after with kisses just above where you’re sensitive ➤ copia is starved for validation—he thrives on praise and positive reinforcement in bed ➤ tell him how good he’s doing, how much you need him, how handsome he looks—he’ll melt into putty for you ➤ he blushes when you praise him but it also makes him absolutely feral. “say it again, tesoro. please. tell me i’m good for you.” ➤ the more you affirm him, the more dominant or daring he gets—it turns into a feedback loop of filthy praise and desperate pleasure ➤ copia is kinky—he’s read a lot, and fantasizes often—but he’s very consent-focused and needs emotional safety before trying anything intense ➤ light bondage? yes, please. being tied up or tying you up? even better. he finds control fascinating ➤ temperature play, roleplay, mutual masturbation, and sex toys are on his radar too—but he needs time to open up about those desires ➤ safe words? oh yes, he insists. even if things are soft and sweet, he always checks in afterward ➤ copia adores physical affection—the sex is great, but he’s especially addicted to the cuddling, forehead kisses, holding you post-orgasm kind of intimacy ➤ he loves to tangle limbs, to fall asleep with his head on your chest, to wake up to skin on skin ➤ lazy morning sex? his favorite. slow, unhurried, full of kisses and half-whispers. he’s soft and sleepy but very eager to please ➤ if you run your hands down his back while he’s inside you, whispering how close you feel, he’ll cum embarrassingly fast ➤ copia can play submissive or dominant depending on the vibe and your relationship. he likes to please ➤ submissive copia? moans, begs, and clings. loves being praised, edged, or denied (only if he’s been really bad) ➤ dominant copia? surprisingly firm, but never cruel. he loves giving orders, guiding you, restraining you gently, making you feel owned ➤ sex with copia in sacred spaces (or just semi-public ones) is a dangerous fantasy. he knows he shouldn’t… and that makes it hotter ➤ pulling you into a darkened alcove, hand under your skirt or pants, whispering “shhh… you have to be quiet for me” as he fingers you—he lives for the thrill ➤ he’ll blush like a mad man afterwards, but he absolutely jerks off thinking about it again that night

[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

[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.

[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

[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

[byeashhh]

✧˖° | Papa V Perpetua headcanons !!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ so this was something requested to me by an anon ! being a new hire at the ministry shortly after V's ascension to Papa ! Req are always open <3 there will be NSFW headcanons under the cut so MDNI !! ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✤ role at the ministry —————————— ⤑ i would say your role for the ministry is an administrative assistant in the ministry archives—essentially helping keep centuries of church records organized. ⤑ your job often brings you to the clergy wing with documents, where you catch fleeting glimpses of papa V ⤑ you’re not used to being around ghouls or high-ranking clergy, but you carry yourself with quiet professionalism, which intrigues him ✤ first meeting —————————— ⤑ it happens when you're asked to deliver a stack of ritual transcripts to his office. he opens the door himself, unexpectedly ⤑ he’s clearly caught mid-thought, coat half-buttoned, a smudge of ink on his thumb. for a moment, he blinks at you like he wasn’t expecting someone new ⤑ “ah… you’re not sister margaux,” he says—then immediately winces at how awkward that sounds. “i mean—no offense. i’m just used to her face. not that yours isn’t… forget it.” ✤ early interactions —————————— ⤑ you keep things courteous and minimal, but he always seems to make a point of speaking to you, even if it’s just a murmured “thank you” or a question about your work ⤑ he starts remembering your name quickly. even better: he remembers the little details, that you drink tea instead of coffee. that you like to work in the east reading room. that you hum when you’re concentrating ⤑ occasionally you catch him watching you from a distance—never creepy, just curious, like he’s trying to figure you out ⤑ he’s incredibly awkward with compliments. the first time he tells you he appreciates your work, it’s delivered in a single breath while he stares at the floor ⤑ you find yourself drawn to his gentle nature. He’s thoughtful and well-mannered, if a little nervous. And he clearly tries hard to do well by everyone ⤑ eventually, he starts inviting you to stay a little longer when you deliver something. “would you mind? i was just about to make tea.” ⤑ it becomes a soft ritual: a few minutes in his study, quietly sipping tea or talking about books ⤑ he never pushes. It’s all slow, tentative, respectful. you begin to see how much he struggles with the demands of leadership—and how much it means to him when someone listens without expecting anything ✤ growing closer —————————— ⤑ one night you’re still in the archives when a power flicker knocks out the lights. you’re startled, fumbling for your phone—only to find papa already in the hall with a candelabra, asking if you’re alright ⤑ that becomes a turning point. after that, he begins to let himself be a little more open—sharing old music he likes, books from his personal shelves, the occasional dry joke ⤑ there’s never a dramatic confession. just a gradual closeness, comfortable silences, and lingering glances that start to mean more ✤ overall vibe —————————— ⤑ the relationship is soft and careful, built on mutual respect and emotional safety ⤑ he sees you as a grounding presence. you see him as someone doing his best under enormous pressure ⤑ it’s the kind of connection where just sitting together in the same room, working quietly, feels like something sacred

⚠︎ MDNI. 18+. ADULT CONTENT. SLIGHT NSFW BELOW. ⚠︎

⤑ V is not impulsive with desire. it simmers under the surface — long glances, lingering touches on your hand when passing a book, the way his voice drops when saying your name ⤑ you can feel his restraint like a taut string. he wants, deeply, but would never assume ⤑ when he finally kisses you for the first time, it’s because you leaned just a little closer, and he softly asked, “may i?” ⤑ when things finally become physical, it feels like a ritual. he touches you like he’s praying — reverent, slow, intentional ⤑ he doesn’t rush. he wants to see your face, wants to feel every reaction you give him as he takes you. it's part fascination, part devotion ⤑ his pace is slow—achingly slow. he wants to feel everything. the way you tighten around him, the way your breath catches, the way you look at him like he’s worth something ⤑ he murmurs soft latin phrases against your skin without even realizing it — half-spells, half-supplications ⤑ when he goes down on you, it’s not rushed—it’s quiet and focused, like meditation. devotional. he’s soft but focused, patient and eager to please. it's not just foreplay to him—it's an offering ⤑ he holds your thighs with almost trembling hands at first, kissing the inside of your knees and working his way up like you’re sacred ground ⤑ you quickly learn that he adores making you come with his mouth. the first time you do, he makes the smallest whimper against your skin, as if he’s stunned by it ⤑ when you tug gently on his curls and say his name in that voice, he groans and keeps going—he wants to feel you fall apart over and over, even if it leaves him aching ⤑ he’s not overly experienced and fears being too forward, or not enough. you catch him rehearsing what to say under his breath when he thinks you aren’t listening ⤑ his first few intimate moments with you are quiet, trembling—not because he’s unsure of you, but because he’s overwhelmed by the fact that you want him ⤑ the way you kiss his throat, trace your fingers over his chest, coax the tension out of him—it nearly brings tears to his eyes the first time ⤑ if you run your fingers through his hair after, you might as well own his soul ⤑ going down on you? devotional. he’s soft-spoken but focused, patient and eager to please. it's not just foreplay to him—it's an offering ⤑ “let me,” he whispers, before he kisses your inner thigh. “please. i want to learn what makes you fall apart.” ⤑ despite being Papa, there’s no arrogance in bed—if anything, he prefers soft submission unless coaxed otherwise. he needs permission to let go ⤑ you could gently take control and he’d unravel for you. tied hands, whispered affirmations, being guided—he finds safety in surrender ⤑ he responds beautifully to gentle control. soft restraint (like holding his wrists down), whispered praise, and affirmations leave him undone ⤑ “i—i’m yours,” he’ll whisper when he’s overwhelmed, eyes glossy, voice low. “you take such good care of me.” ⤑ if you straddle him and move slow, teasing him with deep eye contact and your own pleasure, he will whimper for you. he loves to be given permission to lose control ⤑ that said, if he does ever take control, it’s with trembling intensity, as though he’s overwhelmed with how much he wants you. it’s never cruel—just deep, steady, and utterly consuming ⤑ “you are… breathtaking. do you know that?” ⤑ “so good for me. so kind.” ⤑ “stay with me, please—right here. just like this.”

⤑ V craves skin-to-skin contact. not just sex—touch. You notice how he melts when you hold his face, or rub his back in circles, or lay your hand over his heart ⤑ aftercare is as important to him as the act itself. he curls around you after, murmuring quiet thank-yous against your shoulder ⤑ he’ll clean you up gently with a warm cloth, kissing your shoulders and murmuring how proud he is of you. how grateful ⤑ sometimes he cries a little after sex—not out of sadness, but because he feels safe in your arms, something he’s rarely been allowed. he apologizes the first time. you hush him and hold him closer

[eydilily]

some screenshot redraws from the outreach!

[lizar-art]

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