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clavissionary-position · 2 years

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*clothing rustle*

HOW TO UNDRESS A GILBERT

GILBERT × R E A D E R VON OBSIDIAN

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MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI

※　Due to the nature of Gilbert's outfit, it is strongly recommended that he be standing when you start.

STEP 1

The cloak has to go first. His gloves are skin-tight enough that they won't interfere with the removal of other articles beforehand (pun intended). The belt on the cloak attaches just above his left breast-pocket using a heavy-duty clasp.

Except just-kidding, that's a red-herring in case someone decides to unclasp his cloak in close-quarters-battle to use against him. Unfortunately, anyone fool enough to try will just be giving Gilbert the upper-hand.

To actually unfasten his cloak you have to sneak your hand under the cloak's collar where the other end of the belt disappears into. There's a hidden push-button clasp there. Gilbert isn't ticklish but he'll certainly pretend he is just to fuck with you.

The fur is attached directly to the collar of the cloak, so this is a one-and-done deal. Be aware that the cloak is extremely heavy and don't be afraid to just drop it on the spot and enjoy the beautiful WHUMP that it makes, like angel wings come to rest.

STEP 2

Your next stop is the secondary belt that crosses diagonally over his chest.

This belt is a mystery, and for reasons of national importance you are not permitted to know how to remove it. Gilbert must always be the one to remove this belt. I repeat. GILBERT MUST REMOVE THIS BELT HIMSELF. It's not just a simple single-pronged screw-clasp belt. Don't get cocky.

STEP 3

Now for his main belt. The plate buckle must be lifted half a centimeter towards you at a precise 180 degree angle so you can slide the leather through the hook on the plate's underside. You may consider doing this while cornering Gilbert against a wall. If you're feeling bold, advise him not to touch you until you're done. Before handling the buckle, you might angle his hips closer toward you by giving the strap a tug.

Don't tug on just the belt loop by itself because it'll throw you off-balance and put you in a vulnerable position for a sensual counter-attack. Unless you're wearing a hat that hides your ears for some reason. I mean Gilbert would just cutely headbutt the hat off you, but why did you bring a hat to this?

CAUTION. The outer edge of the buckle is lined with poison that activates by touch. The poison can penetrate any fabric except for the mysterious medieval nano-material that Gilbert's gloves consist of. This is why you'll never see Gilbert remove his belt bare-handed (though he has the antidote if he must; and yes, he'll try to convince you that the antidote must be administered mouth-to-mouth, but you must remain vigilant! Think about it: does that make any sense? No? Good. Gilbert was just testing you).

Yeah. It's probably best if you leave this belt to Gilbert too. But if he lets you borrow his gloves just so you can undress him, count yourself lucky. And if Gilbert gets you your own matching set of gloves, I mean that's basically a marriage proposal.

But wait, you say, remembering a thing. Didn't Gilbert stick his glove between his teeth that one time after presumably touching his cane?

No he didn't. That's not a CG that exists. What are you talking about? What wet-suitor collection event?

Fine, okay. Yes. That happened. The rain washed away the poison 💀

STEP 4

The mini-waistbelt. It may be thin, but it has a massive temper if you try to remove it. Would not recommend trying it if you value having a nose and teeth.

But since you've already come this far, the steps to remove it are as follows:

Pray.

Tell your loved-ones you love them, or have secretly hated them this entire time.

Place your left hand on Gilbert's right hip; make sure you have proper footing.

Place your right hand on the belt buckle like you're pinching a flaccid penis that is much, much, much tinier than Gilbert's flaccid penis.

Pray again in case you skipped step one.

Use your thumbnail to test the prong. Consider the materials, the craftsmanship, the German Engineering.

Hold your breath and rip the belt from his waist; he can always replace the belt.

Redeem your kiss from Gilbert, and for fuck's sake take off that hat.

If you trip over the discarded belt because you didn't throw it far enough away:

Please, I do insist you pray.

Try to trip directly onto Gilbert's chest so he can live out all of his otome fantasies. Let him commit your scent to memory.

It's okay to grab his cravat in the process because it won't loosen or tighten either way [see section on his cravat below]

It's not okay to grab his pants because no one wants to be pantsed by accident. Also Gilbert's pants don't come off that easy, so you'd just end up dislocating your arm.

If you trip into a natural, organic, Whole Foods fellatio-giving posture, take advantage of it. Gilbert's still wearing too many layers to give a proper, unimpeded blowjob, but just ghosting your mouth over the area with a hint of teeth will make him feel desirable.

Rub some sensual circles through the fabric of his pants; spell out your name with his last name appended onto it (Gilbert is a genius and he can easily-read any message you rub onto his shaft). His inner thighs, particularly past the adductor muscles back toward his glutes, are incredibly sensitive. Placing your palms against them and slowly fanning your fingers out while you nom on his bulge will quietly destroy him. Too bad you can't see his surprised-sprite-expression in the night.

STEP 5

At this stage you should be down to his military coat. You can ignore the epaulets and ropework and tasselry (unless you want to take a moment to mourn all the carnage they represent) because they're all directly attached to the coat.

If you find yourself tangled in the ropes in your attempt to free Gilbert's arm, don't worry. You have a few half-seconds before Gilbert ensnares you further and halts your honest undressing efforts with erotic tickling.

Use this time well. Consider using Gilbert's own cane to jam the insides of his elbows. The maneuver will both stop him and impress him. But also, do not actually do this, because his cane is coated in that same poison from before.

Why is there such a learning-curve to undressing this man? Don't worry though. Why? I don't know.

The coat itself requires extreme focus while unbuttoning. You don't have to go in order, but if you don't, you run the risk of becoming confused about which buttons you have or haven't touched. Gilbert's coat is what the common people refer to as an optical illusion, and what Clavis calls "an intellectual torture device". It is strongly recommended that you study the unbuttoning maneuver on a practice-coat.

And to be sure, at NO point is Gilbert going to help you on this one. You're screwed if you mess up. And Gilbert is going to enjoy every last second of it.

If by some stroke of luck you manage to get his coat off, please be kind enough to fold it and set it on his bed. You can also consider draping it over the window for some extra privacy, but imagine you're an Obsidianite soldier on the ground below and you see your boss's coat covering the window? You're gonna think to yourself, "Oh no, the boss is doing laundry in his room again. I should stop this before it escalates." There goes your hard-sought privacy.

STEP 6

Congratulations are in order because you have reached his shirt. Sure, there's a cravat with an extremely convoluted knot staring you in the face, but it's better than a clip-on tie, is it not?

I assure you, the knot hidden behind the brooch is not one to be trifled with. It even took Gilbert himself two tries to master it despite being the one to invent it. He wears this particular knot for its strength. It will not come loose or tighten unless someone knows what they're doing.

Despite betraying nothing beyond his evergreen smile, Gilbert is absolutely running out of patience by this point. So rest assured, because he'll gently take your hands in his and dance them through the steps of cravat-removal. Feel free to enjoy the "accidental" brushes against his chin and the skin of his throat. Chilly but sweet. This will be a welcome respite before the horror to come.

The horror being, you know that party trick with the endless scarves?

Good luck.

STEP 7

Gilbert's shirt, upon first-glance, resembles a normal shirt with normal shirt-like properties, such as a post-contemporary thread-count, invisible buttons, hidden seams, etc. It's somewhat loose-fitting but tapers beautifully into his waistband; so prettily in-fact that you might think clothed-sex would be a better option at this point.

But Gilbert didn't allow you to come this far so he could keep his cock behind enemy lines.

If you won't stop admiring his torso, he'll take your hands again and start biting each fingertip. If you're still dazed by his beauty afterwards, he'll switch your positions so that you're against the wall and his knee is against your sensitive bits pulsing pressure in a maddening upward motion.

To avoid this, you need to tear his shirt off. You need to free Gilbert's skin unto moonlight's stage at any costs. Hook your fingertips into the spaces between the buttons. Press your crotch against Gilbert's for leverage. If you need to lay down for this part, please do so.

The shirt will not be kind to you. The weave is too strong, the tensile-strength too god-like. You'll never know what it is to truly sweat until you go hand-to-shirt against Gilbert's spider-silk.

Gilbert for his part will do his best to offer moral support by rocking his hips upward into the warm crux where your bodies meet. Sure his pants are still in the way, but you'll never know a more loving gesture.

"You are not your shirt." You can try to whisper this to Gilbert to make him feel better about this whole ordeal. "You're my Gil. You are not your shirt."

The shirt has feelings too. So after you successfully remove it and have finished orgasming from Gilbert's languid dry-humping, please fold the shirt and place it on top of his coat. If his coat is over the window, place the shirt on the ottoman at the foot of his bed and give it two pats. We're all about aftercare here.

STEP 8

The thigh-garter. Quite possibly the most heavily-reinforced article this man wears. If it looks simple to your untrained eye, that is by design. It's meant to blend into his pants. If he were trying to flaunt it, his coat wouldn't have that suspicious, longer-on-one-side uneven cut.

Recoil? Poison? Child's-play. Gilbert himself nearly lost a hand the last time he went to remove the garter. The belt is made from a baffling and impossible weave of tiger-gut (died from natural causes) and coir fabric. That time Gilbert stole 100,000 coconuts off a Benitoitian beach was... not for the coir, but the discovery of such a useful byproduct was serendipitous and it was immediately put to use.

You need to incorporate this bit of trivia into small-talk with Gilbert while you attempt to remove the garter. It will take you 58 seconds, but those seconds will be the longest of your life. Your heartbeat will quicken and slow down and quicken again. Sweat will call your grip into question. The technique will require you to slide your finger into the space between the garter and the itchy indent on his thigh from where the garter has been digging into. Gilbert will bury his face into your shoulder and make the most precious moaning sound you've ever heard. He'll bite your shoulder, and he might break skin. The odds were against you from the start.

STEP 9

Could it be? Have you arrived at his trousers?

Are you beside yourself with frustration from being unable to distinguish the shape of his bulge because the fabric is so dark as to be formless velvet? Does it annoy you that the only way you can confirm how hard Gilbert is for you is by touching him? Do you see why this might be by design?

It was stated earlier in this guide that Gilbert's pants are difficult to remove. Not for him, obviously, but for his partner. Luckily the pants are easier to handle than his shirt was. You're probably still reeling from that harrowing episode, so now is a great time for a tea break while shirtless!Gilbert massages your thigh under the table.

You can ask him for some advice on how to proceed with his pants. Where are the buttons? There are no buttons? Is there some kind of waistband? No waistband? Really? That's interesting. How do you remove it, Prince Gilbert? What? Tongs? Oh, you're joking. You're not joking? What in the actual fuck.

He was asking you to pass the tongs so he could serve you a scone, but you didn't know that at the time, and accidentally took a pair of tongs to his hips.

Now. Two things here. 1) Obviously if a pair of dessert tongs posed any threat to Gilbert he'd not have let it so close into his territory. 2) But you happened to accidentally time it just as he'd timed a sneeze to appear more affectionate in your eyes. Sometimes the planets align for all the wrong reasons.

Don't worry; Gilbert's okay! The tongs were wooden and heavily-sanded and they glided over Gilbert's hip-bones like lip balm. Now would also be a good time to glide your lips over his hip-bones. Really, really enjoy that god-given architecture.

Next, you can try to pull him on top of you as you lay on your back across the tea table (please hurl everything off the tabletop beforehand). Stick two fingers into his nonexistent(?) waistband and trace your hands backwards away from you, lowering your palms into his pants as you go, so by the time you reach his backside you should be cupping his shapely ass. Massage it, knead it. You'll find his slacks will naturally drop a little to accommodate your roving hands.

Now, whereas Gilbert was the one grinding up against you in the shirt section, you must offset your handiwork here in the exalted pants section by grinding up against him. Hook your legs around his if you have to. Be a couple of sexy grapevines.

It's best to tease his pants lower and lower. Take your time and time will take you.

STEP 10

Gilbert's undergarments are a classified state secret. Don't worry; he took care of them before you even started.

STEP 11

HAHAHA SOMEHOW. Somehow you've made it this far without removing his boots. Somehow you removed his pants without removing his boots.

How? How did you do this? WHY did you do this? Do you like seeing Gilbert wearing nothing but his boots and his gloves? Is that your aesthetic? Do you imagine him sitting on his dark, moonlit, cobwebby throne like that, with one boot-ed leg over the other, cane held across his belly between the armrests as he watches you watching him?

Do you fancy breaching his lap and plopping down on his cock while he cups your ass with one hand and scrapes his gloved-fingernails down your spine? Do you like feeling his shoelaces press into your skin underneath because it's such a bizarre counter-texture to the sensation of his tongue gliding up your sternum? Does it make you hot when he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head back so he can nuzzle your jawline while chuckling at all the mewling sounds you make? Are you about that friction? Do you like the squeaky sound of his boots as he bounces you up and down?

Just me? :')

Also what even happened to the cane in this scenario? Is it on the floor now? Don't trip, friends.

CONCLUSION

It was a long battle. There were some close-calls. You may have experienced multiple orgasms on the way. Sustained a gallery of lovebites. But Gilbert is now stripped bare, save for his gloves and eyepatch.

Most importantly, you're not dead from all the poison. Gilbert was kind enough to treat all the poison on him with rainwater beforehand, and he'll have made this clear to you from the beginning. This guide was lacking suspense amidst all the crack, and so that information was intentionally withheld.

The author of the guide recognizes that gloves add an extra layer of allure to intimate activities with Gilbert, so it is up to the reader if they wish to proceed with removal or not. The process is simple. You just take 'em off.

FAQ

What if I'm capable of removing his cloak while he's laying on it? More power to you. Don't let my limitations as a mere human be the standard by which you judge yourself.

Help. I want to try bondage with Gilbert, but the mini-waistbelt is the only viable option. Please don't forget his endless-scarves-infinite-cravat. Snip off whatever length you need. It'll grow back the deficit. The fabric is BDSM-certified.

The coat fell from the window. Run.

I took his boots off too early and now I can't enjoy the feel of his shoelaces on my ass. Put them back on him. Lace them with care. Don't just half-ass a lacing pattern like you used to do in grade-school. Remember: the pleasure you derive from his shoelaces is directly proportional to the artistry with which they are tied. Please hone your skills on a practice-boot if you are not confident. We all have to start somewhere.

Gilbert's moans are too cute. I couldn't get past the garter section. Feel free to take your tea-break early if this is the case. Talk about your concerns and listen to Gilbert's. Communication is key, and that tea was prepared with love.

Thank you for reading! If you found this guide useful, please consider hitting the reblog button ^^ I hope your time with Gilbert is extraordinary, unforgettable and magic.

#ikepri gilbert #ikepri gilbert x reader #ikemen prince #ikepri #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri headcanons #ikemen series #cybird #cybird ikemen #ikeprince gilbert #atelier basement #ikemen gilbert #atelier writes ikeseries #s e r i e s . how to undress a prince #h c . ikepri #p o s t . original

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rhaegxr · 24 days

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𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐭: 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚕

Maybe it was all for naught.

The moving of the pawns from the shadows, writing letters in the dimly lit corner of his chambers, risking the lives of those who believed in him to do what was best by carrying out shady schemes. Even Elia, his ever gracious wife, summoned an entire retinue of ladies to attend her, in the hidden intent of assisting her husband in his plans. It was hard to stop his heart from dropping in hopelessness when the rumors of the King’s presence in Harrenhal became a reality. It wasn’t hard to surmise who was whispering in his royal sire’s ear, fueling the man’s fear of enemies and betrayal; proving that all efforts to remain inconspicuous were in vain.

It meant not that all was lost nor that those plans were thwarted for certain. The prince might yet rally the support of the noble families in other ways, for when the time of changes is upon them.

The eve prior to their departure, Rhaegar visited the bed of the Martell princess, where they would whisper of what was to come in the following weeks. Both were reluctant to leave behind their daughter, sharing in how they would miss her bright smile and sweet laughter as she wobbled along the halls of Dragonstone.

Although Elia was eager for the journey and the tourney’s grandeur, the crown prince was less so. Harrenhal was a place of ghosts. It was there that Aegon unleashed the destructive fury of the Black Dread’s fire, engulfing those inside in a fiery death. The place which was meant to protect them became their grave. He’s seen ghosts, heard them in Summerhall, their whispers haunting his dreams. And yet he’s seldom felt such solace elsewhere that was not in the ruins of his birthplace, under the open blanket of a starry night sky. Being surrounded by the shadow of grief strangely brought him peace. How he longed for those nights of lone escape.

Even from a distance, the melted, black towers of Harrenhal inspired a kind of awe that was close to unnerving. The more they approached its gates, the busier the road with all those who would attend the tourney. They stared when the royal procession passed by, the banners of House Targaryen proudly waving in the wind, but they cheered and bowed as Rhaegar’s steed galloped along. The dragon prince smiled and nodded, lifting a hand in every now and then in greeting.

The grounds around Harrenhall were filled with colorful pavilions, making the heir wonder how they would look from above on the back of a dragon. He would sometimes dream of it—Flying on dragon back and leaving the world behind. Often enough, it felt like he was the dragon.

After his own pavilion and those of his wife and her ladies were standing, refreshments were fetched, but he did not remain long. Arthur Dayne, Knight of the Kingsguard and his closest friend, accompanied the prince on a stroll around the grounds, greeting a few of the lords and their families. But not long after, a commotion commanded the attention of those closeby, including Rhaegar’s, who followed towards the source.

What he saw was certainly unexpected and for reasons he was yet to understand, it would not easily forsake his thoughts.

#there have some writing xD #ofc it not a reply but... it writing but yes it from something i had been for almost a year now i think #because ofc i start a lot of drabbles and stories but dont end them woops #but this is a story from rhaegar and lyanna's perspectives; the next part of that is from lyanna's and her defending howland #so just wanted to share for whoever wants to read #drabbles #writing #mine #[ s i l v e r p r i n c e ]#rhae headcanons #v; the last dragon

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witch-sweets · 5 months

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I think I'm the only person who headcanons that the prince died before reaching adulthood so let me share some info on that:

He died at 16

He did NOT take his death well whatsoever at first (dying before even finishing school is pretty lame)

Being surrounded by dead people and the ghosts of your future subjects is not good on a literal teenagers mental health

The first time he Killed a person it was on accident and he pretended it was on purpose ("it's not a big deal I killed him he deserved it")

Slowly just became desensitized/indifferent to murder (being surrounded by dead people will do that to ya)

"I reject humanity I wanna be a cryptid"

Awful coping mechanism acquired (consuming the souls of the innocent)

Depressed ghost Prince evolves into emo noodle

"I am no longer emotionally damaged whatsoever" (a lie)

Notices that outsiders have started to refer to him as "the soul Snatcher of Subcon" and steals The Snatcher as his name (Prince is not a very edgy INTIMIDATING name)

Edgy SPOOKY vibes

" I am going to kill everyone"

So in conclusion...

My version of Snatcher is an edgy teen who died 1000's of years ago that decided murder was a good coping skill and went downhill from there

(also nobody knows he died THAT young and just assumes he was an adult)

(only Hat Kid knows)

(nobody knows definitely no one knows)

#ahit #a hat in time #ahit Snatcher #headcanon stuff #im going to be hunted down for this headcanon i know i am-#also autism #cuz ✨P R O J E C T I O N✨#just think about it #think about the implications #THE ANGST POTENTIAL #now #ARE YOU FRIGHTENED/ref

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ntshastark · 2 years

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“That’s no robot -- He’s my pal, Iron Man”

Thor Vol 2 (1998) #80

Writers: Michael Avon Oeming and Daniel Berman. Penciler/Inker: Andrea Divito. Colourist: Laura Villari. Letterer: Randy Gentile.

#marvel comics #stony #stevetony #superhusbands #superfamily #i found my tweet abt this from when i was reading it and wanted to post it here #the last panel single-handedly started the superfamily headcanon i'm sure of it #f: marvel #g: marvel comics #u: 616 #e: avengers disassembled #s: thor vol 2 #p: steve rogers #p: tony stark #r: stevetony #c: kids

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queensparklekitten · 5 hours

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time princess players how do y'all picture the MCs of every story

like since every set and piece of official art has a different hair colour, length, and style with every picture of them, and sometimes there's descriptions that don't match the images, which one do you go with

and do you make half of them look like your avatar or have your own designs

#dutp #time princess #when playing/viewing it through the ''story traveler'' lens #i often justify the hair colour changes in-universe by headcanoning that it's story kingdom magic that allows you to change your hair colou #by default i make half the mcs look like (taller versions of) me/my avatar (who's designed after me but with purple eyes) to some extent #but there are exceptions #like if the mc isn't white i'm obviously not gonna base her design off myself #except Maybe giving her my/my avatar's hair length #and if a spinoff shows the mc i'll often use that design #i always pictured zoya blonde until the salvia spinoff story came out and showed her with the light brown hair from that one set #it also described zoya as having black eyes which i went with #i didn't have a locked in eye colour headcanon for her before but i didn't really picture her with eyes that dark #probably because none of the album art gave her black eyes #though eye colours tend to be inconsistent in this game #nastia's described with gray eyes but that one album art gives her blue eyes #and on the flipside charlotte's described with blue eyes in one side story but her model doesn't have blue eyes #nor does at least one album art of her #i give virtually every mc long hair just because most of the hairstyles in those sets require it #i always picture cordelia with dark hair and ocean green-blue eyes #like a vivid teal colour. just fits someone whose name means ''daughter of the sea''#and sometimes i have her stop shaving her legs when she becomes a pirate because a) she lives on a boat #and b) representation of her leaving behind that gilded-cage life of fancy etiquette and ''you must become a perfect wife and mother''#in which she did everything society demanded of her at the expense of her own happiness #like yeah after escaping that i Will make cordelia stop shaving her legs. for the symbolism. and the fact that she lives on a pirate boat.#i always give aurora that pastel-almost-white shiny gradient dyed hair #because a) it's in half the sets b) it looks so so so cool c) it looks great next to the companions i ship her with #matches with novi and gives her a light-dark duality with selene's dark purple hair #idk her natural hair colour but i also give her the creepily pale eyes from Silent Night Rebirth #to match the pastel clothes she's so often in. this is not her natural eye colour either. hey that's p clearly a common thing in this city #i strongly doubt that selene's eyes are naturally that bright blueish purple

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taichi-x-koushiro · 1 month

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vimeo

D.I.G.I.M.O.N Adventure/02/tri. x "Lover I Don't Have To Love" ~ Koushiro{u} x Taichi {KouTai}

Ver. B.e.t.t.i.e S.e.r.v.e.e.r.t

Summary: "Do you LIKE to xxxx?

SO XXXX ME--"

Note: Contains discussion of R-18 Subject{s} in full version. (This version is 'safe' for now)

This particular A.M.V. preview is a preview, as it is mainly un-finished; However, it is planned to contain similar themes + discussion of implied orientations, namely Koushiro's. (Taichi's is Hinted, Meanwhile)

There is a tiny KouTai relevant moment, from mid-Kokuhaku {Tri} included near end. I've used it in many of my A.M.V.s by now.

A.M.V. By Me {Do Not Copy} {Do Not Re-post} {Do Not Re-produce Under Any Circumstances Whatsoever!!}

Notice: If the A.M.V. doesn't display properly in embed above, Please feel free to check out at the direct link here, and it should work! (If it doesn't, please feel free to ping me in tags or comment!)

#koutai #koushiro x taichi #koushiroxtaichi #taishiro #taishirou #r18 koutai #(Since this is preview I and very very UNfinished DONT EXPECT IT ANYTIME '''SOON''')#(But feel free to enjoy short version for now + ALSO {YEAHYEA} for A u t i s t i c P r i d e Month! {Spaces to Avoid Turning Up Elsewhere})#(Because Whoa Am I Implying MANY THINGS With This One {MAINLY ABOUT KOUSHIRO But Taichi Has Relevancy Too--})#taishiro headcanon #koushiro headcanons #taichi headcanons #repeatverse spinoffs #repeat koushiro #repeat post 2012 koushiro #repeat post 2012 taichi #repeat taichi #pre epilogue koushiro #pre epilogue taichi #izumi family #masami izumi #yoshie izumi #adopted koushiro #repeat 2020 koushiro #alloarospec koushiro #demialloaro koushiro #demisexual taichi #amv: wheres the AUTISTIC with the {CHEMICALS}#autistic koushiro #(ok but seriously THIS IS AN R-18 WORK FOR A REASON PLEASE NOTE THE RATING AND BE RESPECTFUL INTERACTING+Am locking post oK)

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dopamindeficitdingo · 2 years

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Sonya and Porfiry character dynamic headcanon

(fic-monologue below)

I have a hc about Raz and Dunya bringing even the old and physically off but mentally surely eloquent uncle Porfiry to Siberia with them (lmao i would watch Rodya's face when they finally meet again lmaooooo😂😂😂😂) Then Porfiry inherently has to meet Sonya, too.

I think they would befriend each other so soon because according to my hc they have a pretty lot in common☺️ First point is, i think, Sonya is a tee person, too. (About this, more infos later, mhm, @yvehattan?) And on an another but not less deep and spiritual level:

Porfiry is i think kinda atheist but he has a similarly humane opinion on psychology as Sonya has on faith. Also both of them are shy/socially really awkward people in society who are despite totally able to open up and be abstract and weirdly enthusiastic about topics, they only need to be in the right, safe places (rolled up in cosy blanket, sipping tee, together and alone at the same time, if possible). And as they notice it, they immediately become soulmates. (yeah!)

And i lowkey LOVE imagining their dynamic:

I think Porfiry is the person who is awake whole nights to explain how domestic abuse works (okay this could get unnecessarily postmodern at this point but i hope it won't)

Porfiry:

"Sonya it wasn't your fault - surely not. Yes. Yes, haven't i said yet? No, my dove, please, stop this. May i note, the word strong in this context is cruel and inappropriate. Sonya, dear Sonya. For God's sake. You were a child. You didn't need to be strong, you needed to be safe. Be careful with words, hehe, especially if you have talent to use them - and you have! Sure, hehe! Also you don't start to laugh in a demoralisingly hysterical way in the middle of any sentence! What a rhetorical advantage! Oh, my dove, Sonya. Are we now crying or laughing? You don't have to decide, this is called recovery, too. Or an other kind of hysteria than mine, hehe, you name it. Nah, you're more like laughing, aren't you? Oh, ahem, ehehe, sure, just hug me if needed. I have never had a daughter, bytheway. And as all of my conditions show - probably never will, hehe. Nah, who needs that ugly burocracy, of course you can be! Dear Sonya, dearest Sonya. Yes of course we don't have to erase this poor Semeon Marmeladov, too. We acknowledge what he gave and what he took from us and - no, it is not obligatory to forgive him if you don't feel like that. Don't blame anybody else either, i think... Except burocracy. The only thing we can blame with cold blood is burocracy, hehe. And... What? Pyotr Petrovi... Of course, burocracy and Pyotr Petrovich Luzhin! Holy shit that man - oppardon dear, it was unfortunately intentional. But anyway! This man is the only one i won't have a conversation with! Only if he pays my whole retirement!

#crime and punishment #c&p #fyodor dostoevsky #ruslit #raskolnikov #rodion romanovich raskolnikov #razumikhin #sonya marmeladova #porfiry #luzhin #pyotr petrovich luzhin #c&p headcanon #headcanon #character dynamics #monologues #fanfiction #mention of domestic abuse

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headcanons-n-shit · 1 year

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Hey hey, could I get some general Estinien headcannons? Make it smutty and sweet as FUCK. Preferably with a F! Miqo’te reader.

Funny tall dragon elf man is funny

Bisexual whos type leans towards 'pretty'. Not necessarly femme, but. He likes soft things, with the underlying sense that they can kick the everloving shit out of him.

That being said, also demisexual af. His sexual history consists solely of people he trusts explicitly (Aymeric, fellow dragoons). Hes far from virginal, hes just very, very choosy.

So it probably shouldnt surprise anyone that he falls into bed with you. It was never a matter of 'if' but of 'when' (and Tataru, naturally, makes a great deal of gil off that betting pool). The first time he sees you again after saving you from beneath Elidibus's blade, riding high off his own adventurers and the relief of seeing you whole and hale...

He is not so much aggressive in bed as he is demanding. He bites and nips at your ears, tugs at your tail, his fingers digging into the meat of your flesh just short of bruising. And he enjoys it greatly when you bite back, nails raking down his back, teeth set against his collarbone until he bleeds. Happily will he wear your marks, a fond token for when he is far from you.

That being said, this man is a service top. He will eat you out with GREAT enthusiasm, tirelessly hungry, until you are wrung out and boneless, and then, if you are willing, he will fuck you long and slow and sweet. And if you arent, he will happily find his release between your thighs, or even in his owm hand. He is content simply to see you sated, all loose and relaxed next to him.

Dont expect him to be there when you wake in the morning, at least not the first dozen times. He'll leave you with a token, something to remember him by, some reason to return, but. He has spent so much of his life terrified of loving someone, knowing that he would fall to Nidhogg and leave them with the bleeding wound of his love. He never did plan on making it this far. Give him time, to unlearn all that at his own pace.

#ff14 #ff14 headcanons #estinien varlineau #estinien wyrmblood #wolstinien #s p i c y

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clavissionary-position · 2 years

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chevalier + roller-coaster headcanons

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MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS PLEASE DNI

He answers your question of "Which one do you want to ride?" with some variation of "I don't care"/"Choose as you like", and then proceeds to spend the entire ride staring at your screaming face because it's by far more interesting than anything he could have ever envisioned. Literally. He has hyperphantasia on top of his eidetic memory and still somehow you surprise him with your facial expressions. It's so ineffable and joyfully frustrating for him that he truly doesn't want to understand how or why it's even possible. Just that it happens is more than enough.

His hair gets adorably tousled during the ride. His bangs flip over onto the other side and you get a glimpse of what Chevalier looks like in the mirror (a sight you've seen plenty of times in-person, but it's always a little mystical and mesmerizing). And then there's the sexy eye-candy that is the sight of him brushing his bangs back in-place with his beautiful hand.

You catch someone talking about you two while you're waiting in line for the ride. It's nothing unpleasant, or even offensive in regards to Chevalier. Through their chatter you learn that while you and Chevalier read your respective books, you apparently stand the exact same way. Same leg crossed over the same ankle, same elbow resting on the same cupped palm, head slightly tilted in the same direction. Chevalier blatantly "screenshots" at a faster pace than you, but he turns the page at the same rate, because as soon as he's done committing the page to memory, he spends the rest of the time "reading" your face and brushing stray leaves from your head.

After you guys are seated and the ride staff double-check the safety gear, Chevalier checks your seat again, giving it a strangely long examination. Consider that it should take him only a fraction of the time of an average person to find any issues. He takes almost thirty seconds, as his eyes scan every bar and bolt and fastener on the mechanism. He comes up with four different design alternatives in that time, mostly to distract himself from the uneasy feeling in his chest. Fortunately the ride starts and finishes without issue, but you're certain there have been few other times when Chevalier has gripped your hand so tightly.

The photos show an expressionless Chevalier, but you remember the way his cerulean eyes held a gentle shine when you turned to look at him right before the first drop ripped a blood-curdling cry from your throat. If Chevalier had started the ride holding onto your hand (with some cutesy, teasing Chevalier-pretense about anticipating your anxiety), it most definitely ended with you choking the life out of his palm.

You guys have matching backpacks. They're fairly conservative in appearance, but sturdy and built-to-last. He has a rabbit key-chain on his, and you have a white tiger on yours. When you retrieve your backpacks after the ride, you discover your key-chain is cracked. Chevalier seemingly dismisses the whole thing, but you still find yourself going home with a massive, massive, gigantic, colossal, behemoth stuffed white tiger that Chevalier just happens to win you at a ring-toss booth a little later. Clavis is less-than-enthused when he is tasked with transporting it safely.

There's still time for one more ride before the park closes. Neither of you exchange direct words about it, but you two somehow end up in the vicinity of the same roller-coaster again, and it's entirely by Chevalier's design. When you ask him if he enjoyed the ride, he answers simply that he enjoyed the view. He gives you a small smile and it's the most dazzling sight in the entire park.

img src 1 2 INSPO: the recent sanrio x light and night collab story the LEGENDARY STRAIGHTFACED ROLLERCOASTER GUY Chev's night routine story that someone was kind enough to share

#ikepri chevalier #ikepri chevalier x reader #ikepri headcanons #atelier writes ikeseries #ikepri #ikemen prince #p o s t . original #h c . ikepri

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rhaegxr · 8 months

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𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽: 𝐎𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 was known to be a great knight, by all accounts. Even though he had no true love for lance or sword, he was skilled in their use, and this is another testament to how he “excelled at everything he put his mind into”.

We know Rhaegar started training in his teenage years, when he discovered a scroll ( likely with more information on the prophecy, and who the prince that was promised was ). His words were, “I will require sword and armor. It seems I must be a warrior.” Despite starting training later than some other noble boys might do, with absolutely no prior experience or love for it, he became one of the most respected warriors of his time. But it’s important to point out that unlike some of those other boys, he did have access to some of the best training, including members of the Kingsguard. I’ve no doubt he trained mostly with Ser Arthur Dayne ( who was the same age or a year younger than him ), who would become his closest friend in time.

“Prince Rhaegar’s prowess was unquestioned, but he seldom entered the lists. He never loved the song of swords the way that Robert did, or Jaime Lannister. It was something he had to do, a task the world had set him. He did it well, for he did everything well. That was his nature. But he took no joy in it. Men said that he loved his harp much better than his lance.” “He won some tourneys, surely,” said Dany, disappointed. “When he was young, His Grace rode brilliantly in a tourney at Storm’s End, defeating Lord Steffon Baratheon, Lord Jason Mallister, the Red Viper of Dorne, and a mystery knight who proved to be the infamous Simon Toyne, chief of the kingswood outlaws. He broke twelve lances against Ser Arthur Dayne that day.”

We don’t know when Arthur joined the Kingsguard exactly, but the earliest recount of him being a member is the Lannisport tourney in 276 AC, where Rhaegar would’ve been newly knighted at 17 and Arthur either older, the same age or 16 at youngest ( I do think he was older, but not too much ). Ser Arthur was well renowned as one of the best, not only as a tourney knight but with battle experience as well, something he likely imparted on the prince during lessons. Arthur defeated him in that tourney, but then during the tourney at Storm’s End at least a year or two later, Rhaegar bested him, and then we have Harrenhal, where the prince emerged the champion. For this, I headcanon that he had the intent to win, because he had a purpose in doing so: to crown Lyanna. So he put his mind into it, and he achieved his purpose.

It’s also important to note that being a tourney knight is not the same as a battle experienced knight, and we have no canon knowledge that he did participate in actual battles. Viserys in the show said Rhaegar was ‘good at killing’ according to Dany, but these are words that I don’t think can be taken for granted. If I were to apply them, it would be in the sense that he probably executed those sentenced to die himself, especially when he ruled in Dragonstone. I actually do go with this, in the few instances that I’ve written similar plots.

“Ser Jorah named Rhaegar the last dragon once. He had to have been a peerless warrior to be called that, surely?” “Go on,” she urged. “You may speak freely to me.” “As you command.” The old man leaned upon his hardwood staff, his brow furrowed. “A warrior without peer … those are fine words, Your Grace, but words win no battles.” “Swords win battles,” Ser Jorah said bluntly. “And Prince Rhaegar knew how to use one.”

That Rhaegar was so skilled in jousts with lance also entails that he was an excellent horse rider. This is something he probably learned to do before taking up arms to become a knight, because it seems he did like to wander; for example, his lone travels to Summerhall. I don’t think he was Lyanna level at all, of course, but he was good. Being a jousting and/or tourney knight means he wasn’t that good as a swordsman? Not at all true either. Again, he trained with some of the best, he wanted to become a warrior, and as it was so said, he excelled at everything he put his mind into. And I doubt it was any different for that. I think the one testament we have for this is the one canon battle we have: the Battle of the Trident.

His opponent was Robert Baratheon, who had monstrous strength and skill, he was the representation of Thor in GoT/ASOIAF swinging his war hammer around. Robert, unlike Rhaegar, delighted in battle and he loved to fight, and it was likely he began his training earlier ( yes, Rhaegar was older than Robert, but am sure he had at least 2 years or so earlier in training than Rhaegar ). Also unlike Rhaegar, Robert had every intention of killing in that battle, whereas it was very possible that such was not the case for the prince. Despite this, Rhaegar still managed to wound Robert badly enough for him to not be able to continue the war until he recovered.

There’s also the variables of armor, and their choices in weapons. With one powerful blow, Robert killed Rhaegar, it was all it took to break that armor and cave his chest in. Rhaegar, on the other hand, fought with sword against armor and a man with brutal strength and angry, killing intent, it would take much more than a single strike ( because he probably did not want to kill Robert ), to incapacitate him. Most likely, the best blows he landed on Robert were on horseback, considering that Rhaegar ( for what we have seen in tourney performance ) was a better horse rider, and he might’ve had some edge then. But once the battle was on foot, that’s when things probably turned ugly for the prince.

I do like to headcanon that Rhaegar maybe let his guard down because of that lack of killing intent. Maybe he believed Robert was weak enough to try and stop the fight, completely underestimating his cousin’s hate towards him, and Robert exploited that, landing the fatal blow while the prince was trying to be ‘noble, honorable, valiant’. Not to mention the heir also very possibly believed that ‘fate’ was by his side. But the fact remains that Robert was the better fighter, not only in intention but brute strength. Would Rhaegar have been able to win if he had that intent, as he was said to excel at whatever he put his mind into? I can’t really say because it would’ve depended on other factors too that can’t really be predicted, such as something as simple as random luck.

This is on headcanon grounds, but Robert loved that fight not only for the glory and victory ( it didn't feel like a victory to him ), but because Rhaegar gave him a worthy challenge, he put up a fight. The prince that had less training years, no battle experience, no love for fighting, no killing intent; wounded Robert enough for him to pull away from the war in order to recover.

I think this ( Robert needing to recover from the battle ) as the only canon information we have, is more than enough to tell us of Rhaegar’s swordsmanship and ability in battle, outside of tournaments and jousting. And it’s knowledge I use and apply to his character as well, so I thought it would be good to share in how I come to this conclusion, that it’s not just because people said Rhaegar was skilled. He was an excellent jouster as much as he was a great swordsman. In survival AUs, specifically in those where he’s saved and taken to Essos and he eventually becomes a sellsword, his skills would undoubtedly be even better.

But anyway, I hope this post helped give some more insight into my portrayal of Rhaegar ( because that is really the reason why I do these, to help current and potential RP partners learn more of my take on him ), and thank you for taking the time to read!

#it's long so under read more it goes #had this written out a while ago but ofc kept forgetting to post it here #he an emo prince but he a warrior emo prince #friendly reminder that i have always seen rhaegar and aegon (the conqueror) as sort of parallels in how they were both enigmatic #aegon was a great warrior but didn't fight/rhaegar a skilled knight but didn't like jousting #aegon was charismatic but secluded with 1 close friend/rhaegar was loved by all but had the one close friend #rhaegar is composed of like.. opposites that another reason why he can be tricky #[ s i l v e r p r i n c e ]#headcanons #hc #headcanon #rhae headcanons

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tierra-paldeana · 1 month

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// rika's bites in a nutshell:

playful pretend bites (affectionate): pretends to bite you, doesn't actually do it, does it out of affection

angy pretend bites (derogatory): pretends to bite you as a warning

angy bites (SUPER derogatory): you were already warned and yet you ended up earning an actual bite anyway

playful bites (😳): ........do i need to explain these ones-

#( ooc );#( headcanons );#( shitpost );#( nsfwish );#( she is so full of c h o m p )

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darabeatha · 4 months

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/ Team of most difficult ahoges to put down:

#;ooc #ooc #;crack #crack #;headcanons #headcanons #me: -lists all versions of a.rthur/a.rtoria-#u cant see it but h.yde has chunks of hair spiked up in random directions #the only way to go is.... p l u c k i n g them #but that makes them revert to alters or regular depending who it is #its like those reverse octopus plushies #some (not listed here) have very light ahoges that can be manageable like the double sprout shaped ones #there's also a different category that is hair vents like n.ero or bao that are difficult to flatten up #but they are not really ahoges to say #WAIT N.ERO ALSO HAS ONE + THE HAIR VENTS

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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I know you have thots on Billy Loomis and I would like to know what they are (headcanon request; you can go spicy if you like 🔥) 😜

AHHH OMG I LOVE YOU FOR THIS THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH. But like also.. I wanna warn you now, this one got kind of.. well.. dark. Spicy, yes.. But also, dark. So, please feel free to skip out if anything I mention in the warnings is a hard no.

Again, thank you! Thank you from the bottom of my black little heart! I actually had fun playing around with this, despite the fact that it does get a little darker than most of the things I've written. Again.. If after reading the warning section you feel like this isn't for you, please don't feel like you're obligated to read.

This is not meant for minors, so minors, don't you fucking dare. Also if you're not into somnophilia, mentions of blood (period sex / blood kink), corruption kink / deflowering kink, vague hints of obsessive / possessive tendencies, pain kink, body fluids, biting / marking, voyeurism, mentions of possessiveness that might lend to m*rder choking / asphyxiation and spit you are not going to wanna read any further.

Tag List; Uh.. see, what happened was that there's nobody on my tag list for horror movies and stuff, and given the nature of what I laid out here, I uh.. Kinda felt like it was safer not to tag anybody without asking. But.. If you'd like to be on my tag list, please, by all means... Click the link below.

Other Stuff; tag list doc || pinned - my rules / fandoms and some, not all of the characters i write for || requests ; open - headcanons only please and thanks.

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✯ Bisexual af. Billy Loomis is bisexual af. I strongly believe that Billy and Stu had a little something going on behind the scenes. Or that if they didn’t, he at very least had entertained the idea and maybe even certain fantasies about his best friend Stu. He’s also still kind of dealing with / struggling with the fact that he is attracted to men and women, so yeah… Just putting that out there. This is something I've come to firmly believe about him. He's bisexual but he isn't quite comfortable knowing so. There are just certain things he does, there's a certain way he and Stu act together in some scenes of the movie that in the back of my mind always kind of made me think... Hmmm. There has to be more between these two idiots.

✯ Corruption / deflowering kink. I say this because the proof is right there in the movie with the way he lords it over Sydney that they either did or nearly hooked up. I feel like if he knew you were offering up your virginity it would absolutely make him go feral. The question is, after reading the rest of this little list… Do you really want him to? Because it’s… a little bit of a wild ride.

✯ Relentless with the teasing. R E L E N T L E S S. Also doesn’t care where you happen to be when it’s started bc he knows it’ll be finished. Whether it’s in a private corner of wherever you happen to be at the moment the mood strikes, the backseat of his car / your car, your room when he sneaks in at night.

✯ Somnophilia. If he knew you were down for letting him ‘use you’ while you’re sleeping and he’s laying there having gotten himself all good and worked up watching you toss and turn or the little sounds you make, oh my god. Ugh.. He’d be all over doing it in a heartbeat.

✯ His jealous streak, oh my god. Listen, this man is absolutely possessive / territorial af. We won’t talk about what he’ll do to the other person he feels is competition -another story for another day bc unaliving / murder and that’s not what you asked for and I’m trying to keep this lighter? Anyway..- Let me just say this. When he gets you somewhere private, he’s going to show you exactly who you belong to. You will be covered in handprints, bites, hickies, you name it. And he’ll keep going until your legs are shaking and you can’t form a coherent thought. The more you beg him to stop and let you recover the more he’ll insist you have ‘one more’ in you and persuade you to keep going for him. The jealous streak takes over and he’s only worried about one thing… How many times you scream for him and not the other person - who he’s either already dealt with privately in a gruesome way or will deal with privately and in a gruesome way - .. So.. Possessive as fuck.

✯ The possessive streak extends to protecting the shit out of you too. If he were to catch someone slipping something into your drink (I knowwww this isn’t dirty and you wanted my thots but I can’t resist, okay? I cannnnt.) he would not wait to address it privately, he’d start a fucking brawl right then and there that would inevitably end with Billy making them drink the spiked substance.

✯ Do.Not.Play. with this man. His anger is scary as hell and knows no bounds. I feel like this needs to be said despite the nature of the ask. Don’t pursue him because you think you want a bad boy because if you fuck around, you will find out. If he catches feelings, he gets way attached. And he’ll stop at nothing to keep you to himself. It’s a bit on the obsessive side and honestly, you should be worried. So please, for the love of God and all that’s holy just don’t play with him if you’re not prepared for the intensity he brings to the table.

✯ Okay, I’m done with the maternal warnings I feel I need to give you precious babes about this man, let’s get back to it… Billy Loomis loves pain. He loves to give/dish it out BUT… he loves to receive it most of all. So if you were to say… Take over… Bite him, slap him in the heat of the moment, pull his hair really hard, scratch hard enough to almost draw blood to the surface of his skin, holy shit. He’ll be putty in your hands.

✯ If he’s caught in the act he’s not stopping because he gets off on being watched. And if he finds out you’re into it too? Oh my goddddd.

✯ He is very charming. Very persuasive. The kind of guy who will smoothly talk you out of your clothes before you even realize that he’s done it. He’ll get you agreeing to God only knows what before you realize it, oh my god.

✯ Despite all of the above he would never ever take advantage of you against your will. He’ll only do exactly what he knows you want / can handle. It’s hard to restrain himself sometimes but he manages. Barely, but I digress. Consent is huge for him, as is trust. (For example, the way he reacted when Sydney rightfully suspected him of the murders, ya know.. He walked away angry and hurt). So.. if you guys do get up to any one of his numerous kinks, he will tell you to come up with a stop word and if you say it, everything comes to a grinding halt.

✯ He teeters on the fine line of being a switch. He’s dominant for the most part but he does possess sub tendencies on occasion. No mistakes made, he’s primarily dominant but, but.. It’s mostly out of habit/expectation and a slight huge discomfort at not being in control / handling the side of himself that wants to take it like a good little boy. SO… if you really want him to be putty in your hands, take control once in a while.

✯ Thinks it’s sexy to spit in his partner’s mouth. Will only do it if you’re into it or it’s something you want.

✯ Has a secret stash of Polaroids in his room of you/his partner of choice in various states of orgasmic bliss, all fucked out and practically drooling and they’re like trophies to him. Nobody is allowed to see/touch them but him and he uses them often to ahem… Take care of things on his own when the need arises.

✯ For all the ladies out there - vagina owners or otherwise.. Period sex. That is all. The guy isn’t afraid of a little blood, I mean… C’mon.

✯ Speaking of blood. He has a bit of a blood kink.

✯ Loves the idea of erotic asphyxiation. Loves the sensation of cumming while something’s on his throat and cutting his breath even shorter.

✯ Speaking of choking… The space between his thumb and index finger should bear the tattoo “Your throat here” because the guy fucking loves to choke in the heat of the moment. But again, only if you’re into it.

✯ Surprisingly, he’s very very good at aftercare. Very gentle, especially if this isn’t just a one time thing between you two. Will hold you, help you get dressed / take shower with you, etc.

✯ Very into the way certain body fluids look splashed across certain parts of your body. Absolutely fucking loves it. Also likes the way you/his partners moan when he pushes his fingers into their mouth after he’s done using them on you/his partners. Probably has a photo or two of this in his little trophy box.

✯ Dirty talk, oh my god. And the man is absolutely the filthiest at it.

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