could I please ask Aomine for all of those headcanons? Thanks and congratulation on your 500 guys! I love your blog because you're the best❤❤
☾ - sleep headcanon
Definitely sleeps only in his boxers. When the weather gets cold though, he does throw a shirt on.
★ - sad headcanon
Best unknown to him, it’s kind of obvious when he’s upset about something because his bottom lip is jutted out a little. No matter how hard he tries to deny it.
☆ - happy headcanon
He won’t admit this out loud, but compliments make him so happy. Especially, when they’re from you, the person he really likes. He’ll try to brush it off with his usual Aomine attitude, but there’s a bit of a puff in his chest in pride and happiness.
☠ - angry/violent headcanon
When he gets really angry, he will argue because he wants to get his point across. And once he does, he will shut down and ignore people. Instead, he will go for a jog or take out the rest of his frustrations by shooting some hoops.
✿ - Sex headcanon
As much as he loves to be in control, he absolutely loves when you take control. He finds that so fucking sexy and it turns him on so much. He’ll give you that irresitible smirk, slowly lick his bottom lip, and let you have your way.
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
Jesus, his bedroom is pretty messy. There’s clothes strewn about on the floor, his bed his never made, and there’s magazines thrown underneath his bed. But his desk is clean, mostly because he hardly uses it.
♡ - romantic headcanon
He’s pretty tsundere, but he’s never negligent. Sure, he may forget important dates, but he makes it up to you in his own way. He’s also not afraid of holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your shoulders out in public.
♥ - family headcanon
He’s the one of the older cousins on both sides of the family, and he’s got a lot of younger cousins. Whenever there’s a family gathering, they tend to swarm him and challenge him to basketball. And Aomine actually plays with them, teasing them goodnaturedly and ruffling their hair.
☮ - friendship headcanon
Despite him being lazy, he’s got his friends’ backs. He’ll beat up anyone that bothers you and makes sure you don’t do anything drastic (ironic, right?)
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
Aomine’s got a knack for festival games. He’s won the big prizes, much to stall owners’ chagrins.
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon
Likes: lazy days, hoodies, Japanese cheesecakes, kotatsus, action movies, reruns of his favourite anime, when girls wear strappy heels.
Dislikes: nagging (especially when Momoi nags), waking up early, black coffee, when the people in front of him walk too slow (unless they’re old), people who are all talk but not show.
▼ - childhood headcanon
He used to go fishing with his grandpa as a kid and he was quite good at it.
∇ - old age/aging headcanon
Aomine still exercises as he gets older to maintain his healthy body.
♒ - cooking/food headcanon
He’s not as bad as Momoi, thank god. He can fry eggs, make rice, and make instant ramen. But his skills don’t go further than that.
☼ - appearance headcanon
A victim of face masks courtesy of Momoi. But now, he actually doesn’t mind doing one once in a while. It’s because he’s become a bit worried that he might get premature wrinkles too soon.
ൠ - random headcanon
Aomine actually cares a bit about his fashion. He wants to look good so sometimes he goes shopping with Momoi and Kise.
SUMMARY: Headcanons of what I think they would be like as fathers to your child. And what if his dormmates were like honorary uncles to the child?
CHARACTERS: OB Students (Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia)
TAGS: Headcanon; Fem!Reader (AFAB) (I never really know what tags to use but I hope you know what I mean)
WORD COUNT: An average of 690 words per character.
COMMENTS: I would have liked to have made a headcanon about the relationship with the boys' parents and siblings, but since we don't know them that well or at all on the Eng Server like Vil's father, I think I'll leave that for a possible post that complements this one. If you want.
Since I didn't want each character to have a big chunk of text, I put them as paragraphs instead of bullet points.
I hope you enjoy 🩵
CONTEXT: This was written with a cisgender female reader in mind. Reader is Yuu. But if you want (and can) read it in any other way, feel free to.
By the way, this is one of those moments when I wish English had a second person plural, instead of the singular and plural being the same. Whenever I write “your child” I mean it in the plural (you, the reader, and his)
Riddle’s child(ren) call him: Father
Riddle has the same demands and standards for his child that he has for himself. But he doesn't want to make the same mistakes as his mother, so in comparison he can be more permissive. Because of this he will ALWAYS listen to you if you tell him he is being too harsh.
In terms of studies, etiquette and behaviour he is quite strict as you would expect. But when it comes to play he lets his child do almost anything they want.
He doesn't know how to play with his child, but he will always make an effort to learn how to and do it with them. He almost seems to regress to the childhood he never had and wants to give to his child. Whenever the child learns a new game, they will show it and teach it to Riddle and he will be delighted with it.
Although he is strict, he is also relatively protective, especially if your child is a girl. He tries not to be overly protective, but he can't help but worry about your child. If there was a right way to raise a child, is he doing his job well enough? You will have several conversations at first to reassure him that he is doing a good job.
He will study any and all parenting books that experts in child behaviour and education recommend. This kind of knowledge is never too much. Which often leads you to try to convince him to relax and just trust his instincts and what he feels is right. The child is his, not all those authors and experts. Sometimes there are things that a parent simply knows.
Lawful and calm Uncle Trey. They love uncle Trey's sweets! Sometimes Riddle asks him if he's not giving them too much sweets and Trey always assures him that it's okay because he knows how to make healthier sweets and the limit for a child to eat. If they weren't already Riddle's child, the whole thing about always brushing their teeth could be scary.
Chaotic Uncle Che'nya. The crazy and fun Uncle! Your child and Che'nya join forces (maybe even with you) to play pranks on Riddle. Never anything that could get the child into trouble with their father, just enough for everyone, Riddle included, to have fun.
Uncle Ace and Uncle Deuce are more from your side than Riddle's honestly. Ace is a bit like Che'nya in the case of being one of the chaotic pranksters uncles. But he is also the uncle of magic tricks who is always deceiving, but also entertaining your child with them.
Deuce is the rad uncle with a cool moto and/or even cooler blastcycle, who offers to take your child for a ride in it with him. Your child also finds it funny to see the two of them arguing amicably. But it’s even funnier to see them imitating their father trying to order them to stop arguing.
Uncle Cater doesn't show up very often, but they like him. He's not chaotic like Ace and Che'nya, but he's also fun. Your child enjoys receiving compliments from him and taking pictures with him.
Your child imitates their father scolding Grim too. Just like Riddle (and probably because they're still little) they have a very bad temper. Riddle gets embarrassed whenever you say that someone takes after their father.
Leona’s child(ren) call him: Dad
Leona still doesn't like kids... your child(ren) is/are just an exception.
Yes, Leona would treat a daughter slightly differently than he would treat a son. In the same way that he treats men and women a little differently. But the only difference is that he would be tougher on a son than a daughter, but will still be affectionate regardless.
No matter what gender his child is, he wants the same for them: be strong both physically and mentally. To outsiders like some servants or citizens who don't know him, they may get to the point of thinking Leona is a harsh father who doesn't deserve all that love from his child, and he will tell both you and your child not to mind that. But the truth is that he is just like he was with you at school: a tough guy who hides a caring heart.
Leona continues to show himself to be a person who doesn't want anyone to upset him and who would growl at anyone who bothers him. The only people who can get close to him even when he's angry and remain safe and sound are you and your child. He'll still growl at you and your child quietly, but there will be a volume that is the line, like if his growl is louder than that limit it's because he's getting really angry, until then it's just him being him.
Your child will already have the best private teachers and tutors (one of them being Kifaji/Neji if he’s still alive), but even so, Leona will want to make them study and learn more. But in that discreet way that he knows. He will not force them to study more, he will find a way to convince them to want to learn more on their own.
You end up being the most affectionate parent and the one they trust for emotional comfort. Leona is the tough love, you are the soft love (at least in comparison). Leona will always tease you, insinuating that you are too soft and only spoil your child. Although he enjoys when you spoil him too.
He is 100% the ‘Go ask your mom’ kind of dad.
He lets his child take naps with him. And you too.
If he has more than one child, he will police himself not to favor any of them. He may have a tendency to favor the younger ones because of what he went through as the youngest himself, but none of his children will be treated in any special/different way based on their birth order. Neither the youngest nor the oldest.
He will try to convince his child not to be too close (emotionally) to their uncle or cousin, but won't stop them from playing with Cheka. When your child is old enough not to tell others what is said in your home, Leona and them will talk badly about Falena and Cheka behind their backs.
Leona will prefer your child to play with Ruggie and/or his children. On the one hand, he wants to keep them away from his family, but on the other hand, he also wants his child to know what the real world is like, to see both wealth and poverty, to know royalty as they knows their people and only then create their own judgement.
They don't call anyone uncle or aunt other than Falena and his wife. In the same way, Leona also doesn't give cute titles to anyone without being sarcastically. Even when he calls you “love”, “darling”, “honey” or something like that, it's to tease you.
Whenever you go to Shaftlands, whether for democratic reasons or on holiday, you always try to find a way to meet with Jack. Leona pretends that he only helps you with this because you want to see your friend and he wants to get rid of his family. Both you and Jack know that he just doesn't want to admit that he wants to see him too. Jack is the cool parent's friend who taught your child how to snowboard. While they are little they like to hug his tail because it’s fluffy.
Despite everything, he doesn't want his child to have the same lack of hope that he has, and despite trying to hide it, he always feels extremely guilty and bad whenever your child says something like that. At these times he relies on you to be the ray hope in that house, they will both need you for that.
Both Leona and your child are afraid of you when you get really serious or angry.
Do you know that scene from The Lion King where Mufasa uses Zazu to give Simba an pouncing lesson? Leona often does something similar, but instead of the target being a blue bird, it's a magical creature called Grim.
Azul’s child(ren) call him: Daddy (when little) Dad (when older)
Azul is an extremely emotional father, despite trying to hide it. There's going to be a lot of moments like: “HE/SHE IS THE CUTEST LITTLE THING IN THE WHOLE- *clears throat* I mean, he/she is such a charming little child.” He will most likely cry at your baby's first words, steps, anything.
Azul is overprotective! If any living creature even thinks about harming your child, he will tortu- that is, find a completely legal way to ensure that it never happens again. Now, if you'll excuse him, he suddenly felt like talking to Jade and Floyd. (The same protectiveness applies to you.)
Although he is very (secretly) emotional and loves to spoil his child, he is also relatively strict about their studies. He likes to spoil them (and you) when it's deserved, but he will not raise a spoiled child! This ends up balancing things out a bit.
He will hide the whole mafia-like part of his life from his child. Dad is just doing business, boring adult stuff. Maybe when your child is older he will start to reveal a little of that side of his life, if they later want to join their father it will be their choice. But until then, let them be innocent children, they are cuter and happier that way, there is time for everything.
He will always hold back his emotional side so as not to be overly affectionate. Unless his child starts crying. At that point his mask falls completely and he becomes the most affectionate and comforting father there can be, that is his weakness.
And if one day the child realizes this and starts using crying to get what they want from him, he won't know whether to be angry that he is being emotionally manipulated by his own child, or proud that they learned so quickly.
You will be the only one immune to the fake crying.
From the beginning, Azul has been wary and suspicious of letting Jade and Floyd be like uncles to your child. However, you two ended up letting this happen, but Azul will always keep an eye open.
Both Jade and Floyd will definitely use the child to play pranks on Azul. Mostly Floyd, Jade prefers to watch and assist. Azul will always be upset with the twins, never with his child. And depending on the severity of the prank, he will turn on his overprotective side and threaten Jade and Floyd that if that happens again they will never see your child again. They never go beyond that limit.
Every now and then when Floyd plays with your child, he will do that joke where he playfully tells them he's going to catch them and bite them. Actually in his playful voice, he doesn't want to scare them. And they will run to Azul and hide behind his legs asking for help while laughing. Or tentacles if they are in their merfolk form.
If you ask them Jade is the scary uncle (only sometimes) but they themselves don't even know why. It's just his vibe or something. However, they are not afraid to ask any of them for something, it being to play or for help.
You know those little plastic cashiers where kids pretend to have a little shop and try to sell things to people at home? Usually parents or sibling. Azul loves to play this with his child because it is a great and fun way to pass on his knowledge. Both about sales and about taking care of your money. Usually using the Grim as a guinea pig. Grim also likes to play because he always ends up with food in exchange for toy money.
Jamil’s child(ren) call him: Dad (in informal moments) and Father (at formal events)
Jamil needed to learn to express himself more and better emotionally so as not to end up being a cold father without meaning to. He needs your help to teach your child when to hold back and when to know when they are in a safe space to let go.
The only thing that will follow Jamil forever is an inevitable feeling of guilt for your child having the same fate as him, simply for being his child: serving the Al-Asim family with no other choice. But you can be assured that if there is a way to stop this and give his child freedom of choice, whatever that method may be, he will not give up until he finds it and do it! Normally parents want to give their children what they always wanted and could never have, in Jamil's case it’s freedom.
There was something Jamil wanted to do, but he didn't have the courage to ask the Al-Asim for some kind of vacation. But you had! Using your great friendship with Kalim, you managed to get him to allow you to take a vacation long enough for you to travel as a family, as Jamil wanted. Jamil has always wanted to travel alone, but now with you and your child he would like to travel as a family and give his child the experiences he would have liked to have had himself.
He is quite demanding with his child's education and training. However, his attitude towards this is always calm and collected, and he is attentive to his child's limitations and needs. He is a great and responsible tutor, who knows how to distinguish between being a teacher and being a father.
He is usually quite serious, so you and your child are the ones who start messing with him to have fun and make him laugh. It's always nice when he reminds you two that he can also be a tease. Normal or biggest target of your joint teasing ends up being Grim at some point.
During his work as Kalim's servant, Jamil always had to cook a lot and he's not that big a fan of cooking, so so he can rest at home you're the one who cooks most of the time. He will teach you everything you want to learn and at first you will cook together a lot until you feel comfortable cooking alone. But even then he will continue to offer to help you. Your child will continue to say that Jamil's food is tastier, but yours is prettier. And the food you make together is the best because it’s tasty and pretty. Jamil will also encourage his child to cook with you two so that they can learn from a young age.
His child knows that there is only one thing in this world that can make their father scream in fear: Bugs! If your child is also afraid of insects, you're screwed, because you will be the insect killer in that house. However, if it is just the two of them, Jamil's protective instinct will be stronger and despite his fear he will protect his child. If your child is not afraid of insects, then Jamil will have two protectors. “Can you do dad a favor?”; “Where is it?”; “Living room, south wall last time I saw.”; “Does it fly?”; “...Yes.”
Kalim will treat your child almost like one of his own children, for loving you both so much. He got emotional when he found out you were pregnant, he wanted to help pay for your doctor's appointments if necessary (never was), and he got emotional again when your child was born. He loves buying toys for your child too and give them gifts. He would love for Jamil to let them call him Uncle Kalim. And he loves it when your kids play together.
Vil’s child(ren) call him: Father
Vil wants to have a family that is at its best as he likes to be at his best himself. He wants you and your child to be as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside, just as he strives to be as well. However, he would treat a daughter slightly differently than a son because of the different pressures of societal beauty standards.
With a son he would be as strict with him as he is with himself. But with a daughter, he knows she's more likely to suffer from these kinds of things. So although he continues to be relatively strict and wants her to be the best she can be, he ends up being softer with criticism and stronger with praise and soft love than he would be with a son.
He would hire a specialist, like as a child psychologist or something like that, to always know the best ways to rise and protect your child. Children of famous people like him, especially in the digital and social media age, may need more protection from their parents in this regard, in addition to the toxic pressure of comparison that exists. However, because Vil cares so much about your child's personal development as their happiness, he may end up putting enormous pressure on himself to be a perfect parent too.
Both Vil and your child will need you to be the person who brings them both back to the real world and the life of a loving family with flaws like any human being. Vil will always listen to you if you feel he may be being too harsh and demanding with your child, or with himself in terms of parenting.
If you are the type of person who likes to tease Vil by letting yourself be sloppy from time to time, (always at home) then your child will also like to tease their father like that. “You have your mother’s cheekiness, I see.” Vil sighs but laughs. The teasing includes eating sweets and food that Vil would not approve of. You are the parent they ask for things from and who best comforts and pampers them. You two probably team up to make Vil relax and have fun with you.
His child will have the best teachers and tutors, go to the best schools and best establishments for any extracurricular activity they want to have. Vil will probably force them to have an extracurricular activity but they will be free to choose which one.
Rook is OBSESSED with your child! In a respectful way of course, he is just already a huge fan. The result of combining your DNA with Vil's? MERVEILLEUX! He won't hold back the tears when he sees the baby for the first time. He will LOVE playing with your child. He will babysit for free and will be happy to do so if you ever need. It will be a long time before he stops getting so emotional whenever your child calls him "Uncle Rook."
Uncle Epel is the rad uncle, when Vil is not around. He is that person who will help your child do cool activities that Vil may not allow. Like taking a blastcycle ride with him, eat grilled meats, playing with things that make the child very dirty or other things that Vil didn't like Epel to do when they were at NRC. But if at least one parent allows it (you), then there is no problem. Right? All this, of course, when Vil is not around.
When he is there, both Epel and your child behave like little angels. You and Epel have to be very careful that the child doesn't get careless and say something in Epel's dialect in front of Vil. They love Uncle Epel because it is fun to do cool things without their father knowing and with your help.
Your child likes to use Grim as a doll to dress up in cute clothes. The funny thing is that Grim likes it too because your child eventually realizes that if they tell him he looks cool instead of cute, he'll let them keep dressing him up.
Idia’s child(ren) call him: Daddy (when little) Dad (when older)
Idia doesn't believe he can be a good father. A shut-it and antisocial otaku like him? Are you crazy? That's a disaster! He can't take care of himself, how is he going to help you raise a child? However, and especially with you, he also has that overly cocky side that believes that even being an antisocial nerd he would be 1000 times better than a lot of parents out there. So basically he has a tendency to oscillate between these two moods.
In comparison, you are the strict parent, he is the parent who spoils the child. They are both afraid of you when you get upset. He's a ‘Don't tell your mother’ type of dad. He can't say no to his child, but, oddly enough, he can't be emotionally manipulated either. He may even let his child do a lot of things, but even he has limits to what he knows is good or bad for them.
Because he's the permissive father, he's also the scariest when he gets serious. He can never get really mad at his child, but he can say a firm and assertive “No” if necessary. However, if they are still very young and start crying, he will panic and call you immediately. You will then have to comfort Idia and tell him that no, he did not make a decision that put him on the path to the traumatic and apocalyptic ending. What he probably did was the opposite.
If it depends on him, his child will be a nerd/otaku just like his father. However, he doesn't want them to be socially anxious like him and will always encourage them to go for walks with you outside even if it's without him. That doesn't mean there aren't times you drag him outside with you.
Besides occasionally questioning whether he is being a good father, there is something else that haunts him... He still carries and will probably always carry the feeling of guilt for what happened to Ortho, so he is absolutely TERRIFIED that something like that may happen again.
Idia has always tried to keep your child as far away as possible from all areas that are dangerous or even remotely similar to the hallway where that happened. But if your child ever happens to even enter an area that their father did not allow, they will get to know a side of Idia that sometimes you yourself don’t even remember exists: The overprotective, traumatized side that isn't afraid to scare his child if it means keeping them away from the danger. And probably the only way they'll see his red hair. But it will probably be after that, that the two of you will have an open heart conversation and Idia will apologize.
Now, about Uncle Ortho, they LOVE uncle Ortho! He's the one who goes for a walk with you and your child when you and he can't convince Idia to go too. He is a cheerful uncle who loves to play with your child. You three made up stories to explain why uncle Ortho was a humanoid. You always make up different and crazy stories to jest with them and make them change the subject. The day will come when they will be old enough to know the truth.
Idia may even talk badly about himself a lot of the times, but no matter what his child do, they are talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular and everything good. “Of course that's because they inherited it from you, not me.” He will say with a smile.
Both Idia and your child treat Grim like a pet cat and find it funny to see him getting grumpy.
Idia spoke to his child in that baby voice when they themselves were also babies. And maybe also when they are children to the point where they tell him to stop treating them like babies.
Malleus’s child(ren) call him: Daddy (when little) Dad (when older) Father (at formal events)
The day Malleus found out you were pregnant was already a happy day, but the day your child was born was the happiest day of his life! And every moment with them is the happiest moment of his day. And of course with you too. He totally and completely loves his family!
Anyone who dares to speak ill of the child of Malleus Draconia, especially about the fact that they are half-human, will suffer the consequences! Anyone who spoke openly about the child being something of a disgrace, shame or an abomination was either killed or imprisoned. (Depending on how opposed you really are to Malleus killing or ordering someone to be killed.) and of course, the same applies to talking bad about you.
The problem is that this is doing the same thing to your child that was done to him. He's scaring everyone and making them afraid to come near your child for fear of saying or doing something that might upset them or Malleus. He listens to you and agrees with you, showing concern and thoughtfulness about what should be done. He hates people being disrespectful to the ones he loves, but he also doesn't want his child to go through what he went through.
What ends up happening is that, on Malleus's part, he realizes that he has to start learning ways for people to respect his child without using fear, but to do that he also has to start letting certain insults slide. He doesn't like it, but if it's what's best for his child, he'll do the best he can. Although the same applies if they disrespect you. He hates it so much!
In the case of your child, you are helped by Lilia (if he’s still alive), Silver, Sebek and their families. Perhaps trying to spend more time among their people and with other fae, humans, and half-fae might be beneficial to a child's social development.
Lilia would treat the child as if they were his own grandchild. Even if Silver also has children, they are ALL Lilia's grandchildren! “There's no denying it any longer... I am... officially... an old man... For the best possible reasons!” Everyone will rescue your child from Lilia's food. “Never eat anything that Grandpa Lilia cooks, you hear?”
Silver is the calm uncle who, despite not being the most fun to play with, is the one they turn to when they want to rest and simply have a good chill time. Or take a nap. Probably who they turn to to run away and hide from Sebek when he's being annoying. He ends up being the adult (than is not their parents) that they trust most and feel most comfortable with. Silver is very happy when they ask him for help to get closer to an animal to see it better, and even more so if they and the animals end up interacting and playing with each other.
Now about Uncle Sebek... If there is anyone more protective and flattering of that child than Malleus, it is Sebek. He cried when the child was born, for sure. And cried even more when the child said his name, or whenever they at least tried to. The day they called him "Uncle Sebek" he was about to have a heart attack. The problem is that he ends up being one of those type of person who adores children (although in his case the only ones he likes would be Malleus's and his own children) to the point that the child finds them annoying and clingy. “But don't tell Uncle Sebek that, he'll be sad.”
Whenever the child throws a tantrum that ends up causing their powers to manifest in storms or uncontrolled magic, Malleus will take care of it while you stay away and safe. To him, any attack would be mere tickling, but he always made sure that your child knows that the same does not apply to you. They may end up thinking that you are very fragile while they are little, but it is better this way to ensure that they do not hurt you unintentionally.
This also means that whenever you need to say ‘No’ to your child, Malleus will do it if there is a possibility that they would start throwing tantrums. At least while they are young and cannot control their powers well.
Malleus also runs the risk of being a father who spoils his children.
Your child and Grim probably burn a lot of things around the castle because they play together and they both have fire powers.
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Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Quick Synopsis: just a bunch of general headcanons of what leona would be like in a relationship + little drabbles in between
Tags: Use of Y/N, use of "herbivore" nickname, reader is not Yuu, no specific physical description of reader, reader is a Night Raven student
HOW YOU TWO WOULD MEET
From the way the books/vignettes portray him, I'm going to be real and say I see Leona as an introvert, maybe go as far to say he's kind of a shut in. OBVIOUSLY not as much as Idia, but he doesn't really strike me as someone who would be actively looking for love like that (at first.) definitely not the type to do the cliche "locking eyes with object of affection for the first time and just falling head over heels" shtick. to me, it seems like he's just tuning everything out until he eventually graduates, which is why for you to be even considered, you'd have to be a constant, like someone he's always getting partnered with in classes or a mutual friend. sorry guys.. no hallway crushes here.
In all honesty, you were less than ecstatic when Crewel had decided to partner you with your fellow classmate, Leona Kingscholar.
He had never done anything to you personally to give you a negative impression of him, but it was just his demeanor and how he carried himself around the general public. Not speaking in class, you could barely recall his voice, and constantly maintaining that annoyed scowl.. When he was awake.
Did you mention that he had no shame about sleeping in class?
He just.. intimidated you. When it was about time to shift to your station with Leona, you grabbed your things and awkwardly sat down in the chair next to him. He was leaning back on the chair, eyes closed, ears twitching slightly to let you know he sensed your presence.
Whatever little assignment you two had to do would last a week at most, maybe even shorter than that, so Leona was under the impression he wouldn't have to care about you that much.
Little did he know.
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CONFESSION HEADCANONS
One thing about Leona is that the man has a TRUCKLOAD of pride inside of him. Though, he's not stupid. He watched Falena fall in love with his future wife, he's seen old friends get into relationships.
He is no stranger to love.
When he realizes he has feelings for you, his first instinct would be to gaslight himself and try to deny it, especially if you were someone smaller or more sensitive than him. He didn't come to Night Raven to fall in love, especially with someone like you. If anything, it should be the other way around (haaah.) It wasn't even his choice to be on campus to begin with. However, the more he thinks about it, the more he tries to ignore it whilst spending time with you, the more unbearable it becomes to keep his feelings bottled up.
The first person he confides in is Ruggie, but not with a direct approach. He'd ask him little one off questions, like "What would you do if _______" or "If you had a partner would ________." Ruggie would most definitely be confused at first, wondering why Leona, who was never once interested in romance was suddenly asking for his opinions on the topic, but Ruggie is smart. He'd see you two hanging out frequently, put the pieces together, and absolutely bombard Leona with questions and jokes.
Essentially, Ruggie suggests that the only solution to this "annoyance" as Leona puts it, is for him to grow some balls and tell you how he feels himself.
That has Leona grumbling.
Expressing your feelings means being vulnerable with someone, something Leona would not be caught dead doing. This isn't fair, where did all his confidence go? If he looked at you any longer, he guessed he going to go into cardiac arrest from the way his heart pounded in his ribcage, like a ticking time-bomb.
"Hey, is everything okay? You said you wanted to talk," You exclaimed.
Leona scratched his head, avoiding eye contact for a few seconds before focusing back on you and your concerned expression. This was embarrassing. There were worse things he hadn't hesitated to say to other people before, but asking you out was of course the thing that had him fumbling like an idiot.
"So.. Remember that movie trailer you kept yappin' about?"
"Of course I do, I've wanted to see it for a while."
"Well, you're in luck. I bought us tickets to go see it Friday night, if you want."
Your lips curled into a small smile, and you began to look genuinely excited. "Really? That's actually so cool of you!"
"Mhm. But by us, I mean just us."
You raised an eyebrow. "...Are you asking me out?"
A light red tint painted his cheeks, indicating to you that you had absolutely hit the nail on his intentions.
"Herbivore, do you want to or not?" He quipped, suddenly getting defensive.
"Alright, alright, sure. It's a date."
-
ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS
After that little movie date, it didn't have to be said, but both of you knew that the feeling was mutual. It wouldn't take long for Leona to start referring to you as his partner, and vice-versa.
He wouldn't act much differently than he did when you two were "just friends," but he'd definitely be more territorial, teasing, and affectionate in public. I imagine him to be kind of annoying too, walking up to you with your friends and greeting you by saying some shit like "WSG LIL BRO!" and then proceeding to headlock + give you a noogie in front of them. 😭😭
now.. where did all this sudden energy come from?
A few months ago, Ruggie remembered Leona never wanting to get out of bed, avoiding classwork and avoiding people in general if he didn't have to talk to them. But when the two of you start dating, he starts to care a lot more about things he considered insignificant.
He suddenly starts to notice how frizzy his hair gets over the course of the day, and brushes it periodically so he'll look good when he meets you after your classes. He puts on a nicer smelling cologne. He starts to take notice of his spending habits. Yeah sure, he's a prince, he got mad money, but at the same time, the numbers are starting to go down because he bought you flowers, expensive jewelry, and more clothes all in one week.
He also makes an effort to get to know your friends and interests. It's not like he didn't care much before, but he really likes to listen to your voice and hear you talk. He could do it for hours, falling asleep to it and waking up to it.
Speaking of falling asleep, yes cuddling is involved in this relationship.
He's lowkey a bad influence. You've gotten in trouble multiple times because you've asked to use the bathroom, using the hall pass as an excuse to roam around in the botanical gardens until you find him. He ALWAYS convinces you to stay with him and take a nap, resulting in you oversleeping and getting detention.
But it's aight. Y'all are in detention together.
In conclusion, mans is head over heels for you. Screw his head for this sudden vulnerability, and screw you for keeping him around, making him fall deeper everyday.
DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO GET THE FUCKING WEIRD SMALL TEXT WITH RANDOM BIG LETTERS GLITCH OFF IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BUT ITS PISSING ME OFF
-isa<3
warnings: mild language, light teasing, minor bickering, fluff overload
synopsis: the grinch took form of your boyfriend, grimmjow. you love christmas. grimmjow hates everything about it. yet somehow, every year, you manage to drag him into your chaos of lights, tinsel, and sugar cookies.
the holidays with grimmjow were always… complicated. to put it lightly, your arrancar boyfriend wasn’t exactly the festive type. the cheerful music? annoying. the sparkly decorations? pointless.
the overall cheer and goodwill that seemed to permeate the season? downright sickening to him. he was the grinch incarnate, except his scowl wasn’t green—it was sharp, blue-eyed, and radiating pure disdain for anything that even resembled holiday cheer.
you, on the other hand, loved the holidays. you loved decorating the tree, baking cookies, and wrapping presents. it was a constant tug-of-war every year between your desire to celebrate and grimmjow’s grumpy resistance. this year, however, you were determined to make it special. even if it meant dragging him into the festivities kicking and screaming.
“this is stupid,” grimmjow muttered, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. his teal hair was slightly disheveled, his jaw set in that perpetual scowl he wore whenever he was forced to do something he didn’t want to. “why the hell do you need so many damn lights? it’s like you’re trying to blind the neighbors.”
you were standing on a chair, meticulously draping string lights along the edge of the living room ceiling. you glanced down at him, eyebrow raised. “it’s festive, grimm. you could try pretending to enjoy it.”
he snorted, his sharp teeth flashing in a way that made you roll your eyes. “yeah, no thanks. i’m not gonna ‘pretend’ anything. this whole holiday crap is just a waste of time.”
you hopped off the chair, hands on your hips as you gave him a pointed look. “well, excuse me for wanting to make things nice. not everyone can be a grinch like you.”
“grinch?” he repeated, looking genuinely offended. “what the hell is a grinch?”
“oh, you’d love him. he’s basically you but green,” you shot back, smirking when his scowl deepened.
grimmjow pushed off the wall, stalking closer to you. “listen, i’m not putting up with this shit all day. i’ve got better things to do than—”
“than what? brood in a corner and sulk?” you interrupted, stepping right into his space. your height difference didn’t faze you in the slightest as you jabbed a finger into his chest. “you’re not getting out of this, grimmjow. it’s the holidays. suck it up.”
he stared down at you, his intense gaze locked on yours, and for a moment, you thought he might actually argue back. but instead, he let out a low growl, turning away with a frustrated wave of his hand. “fine. but don’t expect me to wear one of those stupid santa hats.”
you grinned triumphantly, knowing that was as close to a win as you were going to get.
---
later that evening, you managed to wrangle him into helping you with the tree. it was a disaster from the start.
“you’re supposed to spread the branches out evenly, not clump them all together,” you said, watching as he shoved handfuls of tinsel onto one side of the tree.
“who cares?” he shot back. “it’s just gonna end up on the floor anyway.”
“grimm, this is not how you decorate a tree,” you said, exasperated. “it’s about balance and aesthetics.”
“it’s about being done with this crap as fast as possible,” he retorted, tossing another handful of tinsel onto the tree before stepping back with a smug look. “there. done.”
you stared at his handiwork, biting back a laugh. the tree was lopsided, covered in haphazardly placed decorations, and absolutely drowning in tinsel. it was an abomination. but it was kind of endearing, in a way. “wow. it’s… unique.”
“damn right it is,” he said, smirking like he’d just won a battle. “best tree you’ve ever had.”
---
the evening eventually mellowed out as the two of you sat on the couch, the tree twinkling in the corner of the room. grimmjow, surprisingly, hadn’t stormed off like you thought he might. instead, he leaned back against the cushions, one arm slung across the back of the couch while the other rested on your thigh.
“you really like this holiday crap, huh?” he asked after a while, his tone quieter than usual.
“i do,” you admitted, resting your head against his shoulder. “it makes me happy. it’s nice to just… slow down and enjoy things for a bit.”
he was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the tree. “it’s not so bad, i guess. as long as it makes you happy.”
you turned to look at him, surprised by the soft note in his voice. “grimm…”
“don’t make a big deal out of it,” he grumbled, his usual edge creeping back into his tone. “just saying.”
you smiled, reaching up to press a kiss to his jaw. “you’re such a softie, you know that?”
“the hell i am,” he shot back, but the slight pink tinge to his cheeks betrayed him.
---
by the end of the night, grimmjow had begrudgingly admitted—though not out loud, of course—that maybe the holidays weren’t as terrible as he’d always thought. especially if it meant seeing you this happy.
and as he watched you curl up next to him, your eyes fluttering shut with a contented smile on your face, he decided that maybe—just maybe—he could tolerate a little more of this “holiday crap” next year. but only for you.
This was supposed to be a simple anatomy study of a male torso and arms….yet here we are. I just can’t CONTROL MYSELF with this MAN okay??
(I posted another version of this at 4 am last night, but non-sleep deprived me hated how the blood and his tiddy looked, so I got rid of the blood and added “battle” scratches (lol) and a cut on his face so he can lick the blood cause I KNOW this man is a FREAK.)
➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: I really love your blog!I was hoping you could make sfw & nsfw headcanon for Starrk, Ulqiuorra, and Grimmjow. TYSM!
➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Grimmjow, Starrk, Ulquiorra
➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+content, fem!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration (p n v), titty sucking, mentions of overstimulation, rough sex, marathon sex, marking (biting), manhandling, sleepy sex, shower sex
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
⋆˚✿˖° Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez
SFW Headcanons
˚₊‧꒰ა He doesn’t do soft the traditional way, but for you, he has his own brand of affection—rough around the edges but unmistakably genuine.
˚₊‧꒰ა He always walks on the side closest to danger without even thinking about it. If you're walking together in Hueco Mundo or the human world, he’ll shove you behind him the second he senses anything off.
˚₊‧꒰ა He pretends like he’s not protective, but you catch the subtle signs: his hand lingering behind your back when you walk through a crowd, his slight narrowing of eyes when someone speaks too long to you, his tendency to ask, “Who the fuck was that?”
˚₊‧꒰ა You once had to bandage him up after a fight, and he sulked because “I don’t need no fuckin’ babysitter,” but then didn’t move a muscle the entire time you were tending to his wounds. He stared at your face the whole time, quiet.
˚₊‧꒰ა “Tch...you’re too soft for this place. That’s why I gotta keep you alive,” he muttered one night, thinking you were asleep. You weren’t.
˚₊‧꒰ა He’s incredibly warm to lie next to—hot, really. Sleeping against him is like curling up beside a living furnace, but you never complain.
˚₊‧꒰ა Grimmjow likes to rest his head in your lap while you're reading or doing paperwork. If anyone else enters the room, he immediately gets up and pretends like it never happened.
˚₊‧꒰ა He doesn’t say “I love you” unless it’s absolutely necessary, but when he does, it’s usually blurted out in a heated moment: “Shit—I love you, alright? You happy now?”
˚₊‧꒰ა He eats like a wild animal but will give you the best pieces of whatever he’s stolen or hunted without a second thought.
˚₊‧꒰ა If you get injured, he loses it. Like, properly loses it. He’s pacing, punching walls, snarling at healers, and if it was someone’s fault, they’re probably already dead.
˚₊‧꒰ა He doesn’t like when you cry, not because he’s uncomfortable, but because it makes him feel. “Oi...don’t do that. C’mere,” he’ll grumble, pulling you into his chest with a heavy hand on your head. “You’re tougher than this.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Surprisingly great at giving piggyback rides. In fact, it became a thing after a particularly long patrol—you whined about your feet, and he bent down with an annoyed sigh. “Get on, dumbass.” He carried you the entire way home, grumbling, but didn't let you down once.
˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll straight-up growl at anyone who flirts with you, even if it’s innocent. “Keep your fuckin’ eyes to yourself,” he says, baring his teeth like it’s a warning from a predator.
˚₊‧꒰ა Likes sparring with you just to see you all riled up. If you land a hit, he gets this feral, proud grin. “Heh...that’s my babes.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He has no idea how to comfort verbally, so he does it physically. Big, warm, grounding hugs from behind. A palm on your back. Letting your fingers interlace with his clawed ones.
˚₊‧꒰ა If you’re sleeping in, he’ll wake up before you (rare) and just lie there watching you, his hair falling into his eyes, chest rising and falling slow. He looks at you like you’re his whole world.
˚₊‧꒰ა Doesn’t understand nicknames at first but slowly starts using them—“brat,” “idiot,” “squirt”—all growled affectionately. Then one day, softly: “Hey...you alright, kitten?”
˚₊‧꒰ა He never says no when you ask him to sit beside you, even if he was mid-prowl or about to go kill something. “Tch...fine. But you owe me.” He doesn’t even cash in.
˚₊‧꒰ა When he holds your hand, it’s firm and unshakeable. His claws never dig in, even by accident. He’s always aware of your skin.
˚₊‧꒰ა Sometimes you catch him watching you with a look in his eyes like he can’t quite believe you’re real—like you’re some impossible miracle in the middle of all this dust and blood.
˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll never admit it, but he memorises everything about you—your scent, your heartbeat, the exact way you say his name when you’re annoyed.
˚₊‧꒰ა His idea of a date is running off with you to some ruined part of Hueco Mundo no one else dares enter and just...sitting in the sand with you in silence. “Ain’t no one gonna bug us out here,” he’ll mutter while pulling you closer.
˚₊‧꒰ა When you’re sick, he’s surprisingly good at caring. He’ll toss soup at you like he’s annoyed, but he sits at your side until you’re better. “You die on me, and I swear I’ll drag your ass back just to yell at you.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Once, when you were napping with your head on his shoulder, he stayed still for three hours straight because he didn’t want to wake you.
˚₊‧꒰ა “Y’know...you’re the only one I’d let see me like this,” he once said quietly, laying beside you. “Don’t fuckin’ ruin it.”
✧ NSFW Headcanons
˚₊‧꒰ა LAWD this feral kitty’s sex drive is absolutely feral. He wants you often, wants you badly, and doesn’t bother hiding it.
˚₊‧꒰ა He’s loud in bed—growling, panting, biting, saying the filthiest things in the most guttural voice. “You feel that? Fuckin’ hell…you’re takin’ me so good, kitten.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He has no shame. If he wants you, it doesn’t matter if you’re mid-conversation, mid-meal, mid-fight—he’ll lean in, breath hot against your ear: “Bend over. Now.”
˚₊‧꒰ა His favourite position is taking you from behind, gripping your hips with those clawed hands, watching your back arch and ass bounce with every savage thrust.
˚₊‧꒰ა But he also secretly loves when you're on top—watching you ride him, hands splayed on his chest, hair falling in your face, the way your thighs tremble from overstimulation. “Yeah…that’s it. Look at you. Ridin’ my cock like you were fuckin’ made for it.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He has a breeding kink the size of a Garganta. He lives to cum deep, groaning low into your neck while he presses himself as far inside as he can go.
˚₊‧꒰ა Grimmjow’s tongue is long and hot and very skilled. He loves eating you out—on his knees, face buried between your thighs, arms wrapped under your legs to keep you still as he devours your pussy like it’s a meal he’s starving for.
˚₊‧꒰ა “Fuckin’ sweet…this is what I fight for,” he’ll growl between licks, licking his lips slick with your slick.
˚₊‧꒰ა He loves marking you—scratches down your back, bite marks on your thighs, bruises on your hips from where he held you too tight.
˚₊‧꒰ა He’s obsessed with the way you moan his name. It drives him wild. “Say it again. Louder.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Aftercare with him is clumsy but earnest—dragging you close, tossing a blanket over you both, stroking your thighs lazily even while he pretends not to be all soft. “Tch...you wore yourself out, huh? Knew you couldn’t handle all this.”
˚₊‧꒰ა If you're in a dangerous mood and tease him in public, be prepared to pay for it later. He’ll drag you somewhere private and fuck you hard and fast, pressed against the wall with his hand over your mouth. “That what you wanted, kitten? Huh? This what you were beggin’ for?”
˚₊‧꒰ა He has a fixation on your ass—grabbing it constantly, spanking it, pulling you back onto his cock by your hips, watching it jiggle as he pounds you mercilessly.
˚₊‧꒰ა Morning sex is always lazy but deep—slow, grinding thrusts, his voice still heavy with sleep. “Mornin’, babe. C’mere...lemme wake you up proper.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He’s not opposed to toys, but only if he’s using them on you. Watching you squirm while he works a toy into you and whispers all the filthy things he’s going to do next has him painfully hard.
˚₊‧꒰ა He loves watching his cum drip out of you—sometimes spreading you open just to see how messy he’s made you. “Fuckin’ wrecked, huh? That’s mine, every drop.”
˚₊‧꒰ა If you ever touch yourself in front of him, he’ll stop everything he’s doing to watch. His eyes go dark, and his voice drops low: “Keep goin’. I wanna see you cum beggin’ for me.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He loves fucking you into exhaustion. His endurance is insane, and he enjoys testing how many orgasms you can take before your legs give out.
˚₊‧꒰ა “Don’t tap out yet, kitten...I ain’t even fuckin’ close to done with you.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Shower sex turns into a full-on battle for dominance—slippery bodies, hot steam, mouths crashing together, his hand tangled in your wet hair while he pins you to the tile.
˚₊‧꒰ა He gets more possessive the rougher he is. “No one else gets to see you like this. You hear me? You’re mine.”
˚₊‧꒰ა If you whimper, he melts. It turns him on more than anything. “That little sound...shit. Gonna ruin you all over again.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Occasionally, he gets caught off guard by how emotional sex with you can be. When he’s fucking you slow, holding your face, looking into your eyes, he’ll lose all his bravado. “...Fuck, I love you. You feel so fuckin’ good.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He talks you through it the whole time. “You’re takin’ me so deep, fuck...clench around me like that again and I swear I’ll lose it.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Sometimes, he fucks you in total silence—just his heavy breathing, the slick sound of your bodies, his eyes fixed on you like he’s studying the way you come apart.
˚₊‧꒰ა He’s addicted to the way your body reacts to him. One twitch of your cunt around his cock and he’s already thrusting harder.
˚₊‧꒰ა Post-sex, he likes to bite lightly at your shoulder, drag his tongue up your spine, kiss your neck lazily while you’re still trembling from the aftershocks.
˚₊‧꒰ა “Oi...don’t fall asleep yet. I wanna go again.” He always wants to go again.
˚₊‧꒰ა Even when he’s rough, there’s a reverence to it—you’re the only person who gets this side of him, the only one who can tame the beast and feed it.
⋆˚✿˖° Coyote Starrk
SFW Headcanons
˚₊‧꒰ა Starrk is lazy, yeah, but not when it comes to you. If you so much as sigh tiredly, he’s shifting an arm under you and muttering, “You wanna lie down? C’mere, I’ll make space.”
˚₊‧꒰ა The king of napping with you. Not just beside you, but curled around you like a slow-moving blanket, hand resting on your stomach, head in your neck, breathing slow and even.
˚₊‧꒰ა He calls you “sunshine” half-sarcastically at first, but it sticks because he likes the way it sounds in his mouth. “Mornin’, sunshine…already up without me?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Starrk doesn’t ask for affection; he just gently nudges into it like a sleepy dog. Lays his head in your lap while you’re sitting, brushes his fingers down your arm when passing.
˚₊‧꒰ა He hates when people interrupt your time together. One lazy blink toward the intruder is enough to make most scurry off.
˚₊‧꒰ა He brings you feathers from Lilinette when she moults, even though she screeches about it. “Thought you’d like something soft,” he shrugs, trying to act like it wasn’t his idea.
˚₊‧꒰ა His silences are never empty. Sitting next to him while he stares out over Las Noches is weirdly romantic. Sometimes he’ll quietly say, “I never thought I’d want anyone around this long. Guess you’re the exception.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He warms your hands with his when they’re cold. Just takes them without warning and cups them inside his larger palms. Doesn’t even look at you while doing it.
˚₊‧꒰ა Starrk’s lowkey jealous but too tired to act on it, so he just stares at whoever’s making him annoyed until they leave. “They’re lookin’ a little too long,” he’ll mutter with a deadpan expression.
˚₊‧꒰ა If you ever cry, he lets you sob against his chest with no questions. One hand on your back, one in your hair. “Let it out. I’ve got you.”
˚₊‧꒰ა When you get injured, he becomes terrifying. He moves like a ghost, and only returns to his usual sleepy state once you’re safe again.
˚₊‧꒰ა He likes slow walks with you in Hueco Mundo’s pale sands, your fingers laced in his. No words. Just the two of you and the wind.
˚₊‧꒰ა He remembers every small detail you mention—favourite foods, colours, places—and stores them away for later use.
˚₊‧꒰ა When he laughs, really laughs, it’s low, warm, and rare. You treasure every single one like a sunrise.
˚₊‧꒰ა “You know you’re my peace, right?” he says once, out of nowhere with his eyes barely open, face buried in your neck. “Even if everything else turns to hell…you’re still peace.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He lets you wear his coat without asking. It’s huge on you. He secretly finds it adorable.
˚₊‧꒰ა Your presence pulls the most human bits of him forward—smiles, lazy grins, the sleepy way he says your name like it’s something sacred.
✧ NSFW Headcanons
˚₊‧꒰ა ADORES slow, sleepy sex. That languid, grinding, deep kind of fucking where neither of you rush and he takes his time exploring every inch of your body.
˚₊‧꒰ა “Mmm...just stay like that a little longer,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear, cock buried inside you, moving so slowly you’re trembling.
˚₊‧꒰ა He has stamina. Don’t be fooled by the drowsy act. He can go for hours, changing angles, pace, positions—keeping you right at the edge.
˚₊‧꒰ა He’s filthy when riled up. Dirty talk delivered in a gravelly voice, barely above a whisper. “That’s it…let me hear how good I make you feel. Louder, sunshine.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Loves fucking you while spooning. Lazy thrusts, one hand on your tit, the other between your thighs, mouth on your shoulder. It’s so intimate, you’re breathless before he’s even halfway in.
˚₊‧꒰ა He’s obsessed with your tits. Grabs them, sucks them, bites into them gently while he’s ascending you into the next dimension. “Pretty little thing…tastes better every fuckin’ time.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He has a kink for making you come multiple times before he even puts it in. He’ll finger you slow, tongue curling inside you until you’re shaking, and only then slide his cock in.
˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re drippin’ all over me…c’mon, kitten. One more. Just one more for me.” (It’s never just one more.)
˚₊‧꒰ა He loves your face when you’re lost in pleasure—eyes fluttering, mouth open, flushed and gasping. He watches every twitch.
˚₊‧꒰ა Shower sex happens a lot. You join him thinking it’s innocent. He presses you into the wall, cock slowly easing into you from behind. “Couldn’t resist…”
˚₊‧꒰ა He’s not rough unless you ask for it—but when you do, the contrast is delicious. You’ll have bite marks down your neck, bruises on your hips, his voice rougher than usual.
˚₊‧꒰ა Has a filthy little obsession with your cunt—likes tasting himself in you, licking it up, pushing his cum back in with his fingers.
˚₊‧꒰ა He loves when you ride him. Arms behind his head, lazy grin on his face, just watching you lose your rhythm from overstimulation. “That’s it…you’re doin’ all the work. Show me how much you need it.”
˚₊‧꒰ა After sex, he keeps you locked against him. Won’t even let you shift. “Nah…just rest. You’re not goin’ anywhere.”
˚₊‧꒰ა His favourite sound? The breathy little gasp you make right as he pushes in. It kills him.
˚₊‧꒰ა He will whisper how much he loves being inside you mid-thrust, low and hot against your neck. “So fuckin’ warm…feels like home.”
˚₊‧꒰ა You once rode him until your legs gave out. He caught you before you collapsed, then grinned lazily. “Tired already?”
⋆˚✿˖° Ulquiorra Cifer
SFW Headcanons
˚₊‧꒰ა Well, he doesn’t understand love—not at first—but he understands you, and over time, he learns to translate that into something soft and sacred.
˚₊‧꒰ა He watches you constantly out of curiosity. You do the simplest thing—tie your hair, laugh softly—and he stares like it’s a revelation.
˚₊‧꒰ა You once gave him a flower. He held it, stared at it, then stored it inside a sealed cabinet as if it were priceless. It’s still there.
˚₊‧꒰ა Ulquiorra never says he’s cold, but he gravitates toward your body heat in small, subtle ways. Sitting close. Standing a little too near. Fingers brushing.
˚₊‧꒰ა When he sleeps, it’s only because he feels safe with you. He lies beside you, face turned toward yours, breath slow.
˚₊‧꒰ა “I do not understand...but your presence brings stillness to my mind,” he murmurs one night, unblinking and just…staring.
˚₊‧꒰ა He studies your expressions. If you smile, he notes the muscle shifts. If you frown, his hand twitches as if to reach for you but doesn’t quite know how.
˚₊‧꒰ა If anyone threatens you, Ulquiorra becomes absolute silence and utter terror. He won’t shout or rage. He’ll just annihilate. No mercy.
˚₊‧꒰ა You taught him how to hold hands. He stared at your fingers interlaced with his like it was some alien miracle. “Strange...but pleasant.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Ulquiorra doesn’t kiss in public. But in private, he presses lips to your temple, your knuckles, your shoulder—quiet little rituals of closeness.
˚₊‧꒰ა If you cry, he gently cups your face, thumb brushing tears away. “Your emotional instability is troubling. Allow me to assist.” He then proceeds to hold you until you fall asleep.
˚₊‧꒰ა You once caught him staring at you with that half-lidded gaze, like he was trying to understand the soul. “You are...captivating.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He takes your presence seriously. Every word you speak is weighed, considered, stored away.
˚₊‧꒰ა He doesn’t sleep much, but he keeps vigil when you do. Standing at your side, sword in hand, completely still.
˚₊‧꒰ა The first time you told him “I love you,” he said nothing…until hours later, when he whispered, “I believe I am beginning to...comprehend.”
✧ NSFW Headcanons
˚₊‧꒰ა He is clinical…until he’s not. Sex with him starts controlled, meticulous—until your moans break his composure and he fucks you like he’s unravelling.
˚₊‧꒰ა He starts slow. Observing your reactions to every motion, every stroke of his fingers, the press of his cockhead against your entrance. “You respond...significantly to stimulation here.”
˚₊‧꒰ა His voice during sex is ruinous. “You are...extraordinarily tight. I can feel every contour.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He fucks you like he’s memorising you; every movement has purpose, every thrust is perfect in angle and depth.
˚₊‧꒰ა When he finally loses control, it’s breathtaking. Rougher thrusts, laboured breath, his hands tight on your hips, jaw clenched. “This...sensation...defies logic.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Ulquiorra is obsessed with eye contact. He must watch you come. Must see your face when you fall apart.
˚₊‧꒰ა He has a dangerous kink for overstimulation. Once you come, he doesn’t stop. “Your body has not reached its limit. We continue.”
˚₊‧꒰ა You once teased him mid-meeting by whispering something filthy. He teleported you away instantly and had you bent over a cold stone table. “Your provocations have consequences.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He eats pussy like an experiment, except it becomes religious—tongue firm, lips sealed around your clit, expression blank while your legs shake violently. “You are dripping. Fascinating. Arousing.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He’s hard for a long time, meaning: he doesn’t need breaks. He could fuck you until your voice gives out.
˚₊‧꒰ა When you ride him, his hands grip your thighs tight, green eyes locked on you. “Do not stop. I wish to witness your release.”
˚₊‧꒰ა After sex, he holds you like you’re a specimen he can’t risk losing. So carefully and possessively.
˚₊‧꒰ა He frequently asks to study your body in the aftermath. Tracing the fluids, tasting you off his fingers, noting your heartbeat. “Your reaction to climax...is exquisite.”
˚₊‧꒰ა He may not say “I love you,” but he will bury his face in your neck after the fifth orgasm and breathe out, “You are...mine.”
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