Author's Note: These headcanons are specific to MBBITSC! Gitae Kim and they reference his first time with AFAB!Reader, which occurs in the episode "Like Water For Chocolate." Surprisingly enough, as I fleshed him out, he's not a total alpha-hole.
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Disclaimer: The alphabet used here is an amalgamation of the NSFW alphabet templates by @astral-writings and @the-coldest-goodbye.
Aftercare: What’s he like after the deed?
With anybody else, there is really no need to stick around after sex, and he doesn't care enough to check up on the women. He's satisfied, that's all that matters. If he doesn't leave immediately after, he just lies there between his partners while they cuddle against him, but he never hugs them back.
You’re the only one he wants to stay and hold after sex, whether you like it or not.
Body part: What’s his favorite body part of himself/yours?
He has very strong arms and hands. What better tools to hold and pin you with?
He is obsessed with your mouth. He loves watching it curve into a scowl when you openly defy him, into a smirk after telling him off, into a genuine smile when something he says amuses you. He has a habit of tracing the outline of your lips and pressing his fingers onto your tongue.
Cum: Anything involving cum.
He is torn between letting you swallow or painting it over your face. There is just something so sexy and adorable with how you glare at him as you start spouting curses.
Dom: Is he a dom, sub or switch?
Have you seen this man? He’s a dom, through and through. Even when you’re taking charge, it’s only because he’s having fun letting you play pretend.
Experience: How good is he? How many lovers has he had?
He has a high body count, one of the things dear old dad passed down to him. I think he’s decent but aside from his size, there is nothing noteworthy, especially compared to Samuel and James/DG. Before he met you he did the bare minimum to please his partners, and most if not all of those women would have been too terrified to be demanding.
Fantasy: Does he have a specific fantasy involving you?
Did you see his boots? He’s a cowboy–or at least an experienced equestrian. And he wants to have you ride him while he rides his horse. But he isn’t a total asshole; he knows that that will likely end with a trip to the emergency room, so instead of his cock, he stuffs you with something smaller (like Ben Wa balls) while you two ride around town.
Goofy: Does he make you laugh during or prefers being serious?
He doesn’t make a lot of jokes, though he enjoys egging you on, telling you that your stamina and technique require work.
Hair: How well groomed is he down there?
He has never bothered to groom down there and he’s going to tell you not to expect him to suddenly start doing it. (He totally would if you asked.)
Intimacy: Is he a romantic before, during and/or after the deed?
He hates romance, or so he claims. The first time he sent you flowers, they were a form of mockery and a half-hearted attempt to get you to sleep with him. But then you, vulnerable and emotional, finally let him embrace you and that first night continues to haunt him.
Jack off: His masturbation habits.
Sometimes he gets too lazy to do it so he’ll find someone to suck him off. Once you get together, he will follow you a lot, which is a silent, admittedly pathetic plea for help. When you tell him to fuck off he’ll just go hack someone to release his excess energy.
Kinks: From the most vanilla to the most hardcore.
Size difference: Self-explanatory.
Slapping/Spanking: He would love to get slapped in the face by you. He’ll repay the favor too, but it won’t be your face that’ll be hurting.
Dacryphilia: He didn’t used to have this fetish, but then he witnessed your mask shatter and the tears pour out and now he associates tears with that first night.
Overstimulation: He’s a bit of a bully and he found that overstimulating you is the fastest way to see your tears.
Degradation and Humiliation: Slap him, curse him, mock him–please.
Exhibitionism: You've seen this guy with other women; he doesn't care if other people saw him or the girls, whether it's during or after. But with you, it's a little complicated. If the intruder were strangers or his own gang catching him in the act, he gets territorial. On the other hand, if the audience was, say, his brother or Diego Kang, then that’s a different story. There's a sense of pride and pleasure in "showing you off."
Location: Favorite place to do it.
He loves to do it where anyone can potentially see or hear you, so against a window or in the backseat of his car. At the same time, he expects all eyes to turn away from your form.
Motivation: What turns him on?
Nothing gets him harder than seeing you act with confidence and fearlessness. Mock him, glare at him, yell at him and slap him–everything you throw feels like a kiss, and it makes him want to wipe your defiant smirk away, to break down those ice walls around your heart and force you to rely on him like you did that first night you shared.
On the other hand, if you were to suddenly act cute and kiss him, don’t expect to leave the room for the next five days.
NO: What will he absolutely not participate in?
Believe it or not, unless it’s with his own body, he is not interested in restricting your movements. He gets excited at the feeling of you moving against his hold and marking him with your mouth and nails, so he hates the idea of rope, tape and chains holding you back.
Also, unless you two are kissing or he has his fingers in your mouth, he wants to hear you, whether it’s your panting, moaning, crying or saying something smart, so he doesn’t like gags.
Oral: Receiver or giver?
He much prefers to receive, which is kinda bad news for you because he’s so big that the first time you sucked him off you almost got lockjaw.
Position: Favorite way to take you (or get taken).
Anything that emphasizes his strength and the physical difference between the two of you, like the full Nelson or mating press. This is when he's with you, but with other partners, he's lazy so he prefers having them on top and doing most of the work.
Quickie: Opinion on quickies.
If he weren’t so big he’d skip the foreplay entirely if he could.
Risk: Is he open to experimenting?
This man can walk around a city street of people covered in blood and not care, so yes, he is open to a lot of freaky stuff. He won’t even say no to getting his prostate massaged or getting pegged entirely, though somehow he would still be bossing you around.
Stamina: How many rounds can he go for? How long does he last?
When he stops having sex, it’s because he got bored and just wants to sleep. Usually, he’s satisfied with one rigorous round as long as it gets rid of his boner (one round per woman, that is). But with you? He can go from evening to dawn if you let him have his way.
Toys: Does he own any? Is he open to using them?
He’s had fuck buddies that wanted to try them, but he didn’t have a particular interest until you. He doesn’t like you with dildos, but buys you orgasm balls and butt plugs.
Unfair: Does he like to tease you?
Yes; he’d make you beg for it, then when he does give it to you, he won’t stop until you’re clawing out his eyes and kicking him away because you’re getting too sensitive.
Volume: Does he moan? Groan? Whimper? Is he loud?
He grunts. A lot. Plus he loves to talk, whether his mouth whispers praise or degradation or words of comfort depends on your mood.
Wild Card: Random headcanon about his sex life.
He did not see the point of kissing during sex until his first night with you. In a way, you took his virginity. He tried to replicate the feeling of his first sex kiss with others but each one made him feel emptier than the last. He thinks you cursed him and he can’t get the release he wants without you.
X-ray: What’s under those clothes?
Monster cock. Have you seen that nose of his? He is both long and chubby. He is the biggest in the harem, and it’s a snug fit, so you need to be careful.
Yearning: How high is his sex drive?
Horn dog, full stop, but he’s so lazy that sometimes he just ignores it.
Zzz: How quickly he falls asleep after having sex.
He doesn’t fall asleep until he has you secured in his arms, paranoid that you’re going to leave him again.
(author's note: SLUT! WHORE! HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME)
Yes that’s what a meant! Maybe a sfw/nsfw alphabet headcannon of Finn? Your bf headcanon and marriage one wrecked me unfortunately
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a/n: thank u for reading and the request!! i couldn't find the original creator for these prompts but if there is one i can add credit heh. i'll do a nsfw one seperate :)
𝓐 = affection (how do they show love? are they touchy, verbal, or through actions?)
in public, it's through actions and words. he'll speak highly of you, bring you up when nobody did so first, and especially perform little acts of kindness that come natural to him. fixing your clothing to cover your skin up, handing you something before you realize you even wanted it.. he's observant, alright. in private, he does all of the above but with a lot of touch to make up for the lack of it. holding you close while in thought or conversation, thumb rubbing circles into your hand, a foot rubbing gently against yours as a silent 'i'm here' at all times. it never has to be a spectacle, his love for you, as it's in everything he does.
𝓑 = best friend (what would friendship with them feel like? how would it naturally start?)
most likely, you met through mutual friends and slowly the jokes became directed toward each other more and you were checking if the other laughed first. it's organic, the way it blossoms. finn is the friend that always has plans you're invited to and will always spare a minute of his time for you even if he's busy. he's reliable, funny, and overwhelmingly understanding. (if he likes you, he definitely amps up the funny though to try and appeal to you.)
𝓒 = cuddles (how do they like to cuddle? what’s their preferred way of being close?)
in the comfort of his or a friends home, he is all over that. his legs will be intertwined with yours and his arms around you and his friends might pretend to be icked out by the closeness but that's never stopped him. his favorite way to cuddle is when your face is nuzzled into his chest or the crook of his neck because he can really feel your breathing best in both positions. his hand can also run through your hair and over your back easier that way.
𝓓 = domestic (are they homebody material? do they cook, clean, and take care of the household?)
he'll split the housework, especially since he spends a lot of time at home. he isn't big on cooking, though he will do a lot of your chores. he claims it's easier to find the motivation when he's doing things for you rather than himself. especially if you need him to step up, he will. you're his motivation and that's all he needs if he's not already inclined to do it himself. it makes up for when he's gone for long periods of time, too.
𝓔 = ending (if they had to break up with someone, how would they handle it emotionally and practically?)
he's a very level headed person, though he feels things very hard. after a break up, his mental health is absolutely struggling, and it's hard to get back up easily. add the public's knowledge and speculation and it's over. he likes the idea of staying friends with exes but it never works out so he lets them go without the effort and it only feels even more emptying. thankfully, he doesn't think he'll have to worry about going through that again once he meets you. and even so, he doesn't know if letting you go would ever be an option with how much you mean to him, friends or not.
𝓕 = fiancée (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)
finn is a very committed person. if he sets his mind to something, it'll get done. though, he'd want to wait a while before marrying. it's not a priority, not because he doesn't want to marry the love of his life, but it's not something to be rushed. so until then, he'll be the best boyfriend to grace the world. just because it takes a while to put a ring on it doesn't mean he doesn't make up for it in cute dates, constant touches, and his unwavering love for you.
𝓖 = gentle (how soft are they physically and emotionally? how careful are they with people’s feelings?)
he won't protect your feelings if it means hurting you more, like lying or brushing things off that really shouldn't be disregarded. maybe that seems rude, but to him, it's an act of honesty. though, he is very soft and easy to go to. any big feeling you have is met with that soft tone he only uses for you and a hand rubbing your back or arm. a lover boy.
𝓗 = hugs (how often do they hug? what kind of hugs do they give?)
hugs are a given. he hugs his friends a lot, so his lover experiences it even more. his arms wrap around you, constricting yet comforting, and his hand always rub your back. he loves to hug from behind, too, resting his head on top of yours or on your shoulder. he's not usually big on pda so when he does it in front of others, it shows them just how comfortable you two really are with one another.
𝓘 = i love you (how quickly or slowly would they be to say it? do they say it seriously or casually?)
the words leave his lips easily all the time, and the only thing that differentiates the seriousness is his tone. if you're leaving one another, he kisses the top of your head and murmurs it low and soft. if you're not going anywhere, he hums it like there's no question about it. if you're someone who does mind the difference between saying 'i love you' and 'love you', he'll understand. it doesn't come natural to him though, so it takes a little explaining for him to agree and only say the former.
𝓙 = jealousy (how prone are they to jealousy? how do they act when they feel threatened?)
honestly, he's a fairly secure person and that translates into his relationships. his lover talking to a guy is the least of his concerns, because he places a lot of trust in you. though, he can be protective at times. that never escalates into anything past him wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing the side of your head to signal to whoever needs to hear it that you're his and he's watching. but overall, he knows you can handle yourself and if you need him, you'll say so.
𝓚 = kisses (what is it like to be kissed by them? favorite spots to kiss you, favorite spots to be kissed?)
kisses from him are either slow and passionate or quick and easy. either way, he is greedy. as for the slow ones, it's only in private and when the mood is relaxed. his lips on yours, tongue slow in its journey over your lower lip.. otherwise, his kisses are quick pecks he provides in public or in a rush. it's not his favorite by any means, but it's more than nothing. these are left to the top of your head or your lips. those places feel more romantic than anywhere else. he loves being kissed on his face, shoulders, and his hair. they all make his stomach turn with a sickeningly sweet feeling.
𝓛 = lying (how good are they at lying? do they lie to you?)
he holds the strong belief that lying is stupid. especially to your s/o. it only causes more problems than it solves. with that, he's a bad liar. remember that lie detector video? he gets embarrassed quick and immediately tells the truth if he even dares to try, which he's human, so it happens. when it comes to you, his resolve is even weaker. one raise of your brow and he's explaining everything. you didn't even ask.
𝓜 = mornings (how do they behave at the start of their day? do they need coffee, quiet, or chaos?)
mornings consist of many utters of five more minutes and pleas not to get up just yet. he needs quiet, slow mornings, tangled in the arms of the one he loves as he mumbles incoherently before giving up when words become too difficult. coffee happens later, but he cherishes the downtime that is lying in bed with his lover and pretending the outside world doesn't exist. just for five more minutes.
𝓝 = nights (how do they spend their evenings with you?)
time spent with his lover is time spent well. on that note, he loves it in the comfort of his home, devoting time to a passion of his in his free time as a way of winding down. though, when quality time is his priority, the usual rotation includes a film you two have been meaning to watch, a video game that you either play together or simply watch the other play in awe, and his personal favorite—phones off, a record playing, and catching up on life so it doesn't catch up to you. this is starts over a cozy dinner and wanes into bedtime, before eventual slumber.
𝓞 = openness (how soon and how much do they reveal about themselves? gradual or all at once?)
he's a very private person that lets people in gradually. romantically, it's no different. it starts with caution, then he's telling you every little detail of his day at the studio or on set, then you know about every issue bothering him and every tick he has and why he acts like he does. wow, since when did you know so much and why didn't he mind? you break him open once he realizes your intentions are pure and he wants to keep you around. forever, preferably.
𝓟 = patience (how easily irritated or calm are they? how do they respond under stress?)
stress is his worst enemy. with directing and acting and singing and songwriting and going to interviews and photo shoots—if he thinks about it too hard, he'll pop a blood vessel. he's sure. he doesn't irritate easily, but it builds up and hits him hard and he's doing everything to withdraw even when you (thankfully) don't let him. there's a lot of pressure and eyes on him. what helps is a long break with the one person he knows he can trust without a single question: you, his lover.
𝓠 = quirks (unique little habits or oddities they have that make them them?)
he and more specifically his eyebrows are very expressive, as we know. he's not himself without a visceral reaction shown solely through the arch and furrow of his brow to any information receives. he also leaves little notes around the home and his belongings. scribbled with a lack of penmanship, a sticky note on his laptop reads something unintelligible. according to him, it's reminder to fix the chord progression he came up with earlier. it reads like a doctor note. he tries a little harder on the notes he leaves you before you leave for work, though. which he does write.
𝓡 = remembering (how well do they recall details about you? favorite memories or moments?)
for what doesn't stick, he keeps in his notes app. his brain stores much of the important details. the first day he met you, your first date, kiss, everything. your favorite flower, color, dinner, and take out place for those days. there's a myriad more up there, of course. his favorite memory of you is when he took you on tour for the first time and he saw you in the front row with a look of admiration on your face. he's sure he had the same one on his, too. he remembers kissing you numb back in his dressing room because he had no other way to thank you for the perfect night. just by being there in the same room, let alone mere feet away.
𝓢 = security (how protective are they physically, emotionally, or socially? how do they react to threats?)
his protectiveness is subtle but there. it's in the way he carefully shuts down questions about you that are bordering on invasive and keeps a hand on your lower back instinctively. it's in the way he kisses your head when he needs reassurance that you're his. he's very aware that you can protect yourself, but he knows how good it feels to have someone care so much as to do so, too. he's not outward, and protecting you is done by directing all his attention on you. you come first.
𝓣 = trust (how easily do they trust someone? do they test loyalty or believe instantly?)
he doesn't trust blindly whatsoever. he grew up a child star in the film industry. he knows how bad people can be because he's dealt with it firsthand, being a celebrity. testing loyalty feels like a violation of sorts, though, so he simply grants people little bits of his trust and self at a time and isn't afraid to revoke it if they misuse it. romantically, he follows the same belief system.
𝓤 = unflattering habits (what are some bad habits, annoying traits, or pet peeves they have?)
sometimes he speaks before he thinks and things come out differently than he intends. his intentions are always good, and he's grateful you know that because he has yet to develop a filter with his closest friends and his partner. he also has a tendency to miss your texts or calls as he's off his phone a lot. his ringer is never on and he refuses to change that. on top of that, he can get riled up quickly when it comes to joking and feign annoyance too much. it's not inherently bad, but he acts for his career so obviously it's too convincing at times.
𝓥 = vanity (how concerned are they with their appearance, style, or image?)
he has little concern for how the public perceives him. obviously, he's not immune to the harms of criticism. though, he doesn't let it change what he does, even if it can hurt at times. he'll do his hair how he wants, dress how he wants, talk about what he wants—he prides himself on his weirdness, and whoever likes it can stay. he tries not to worry about who doesn't. and when he has the support system he does, blocking out the noise becomes easier.
𝓦 = weird (quirky behaviors or odd little things they do that make them unique?)
what about him isn't a little quirky and odd? it's in the clothes he wears and the way he carries himself. he usually wears mismatched socks. he instinctively apologizes to objects he bumps into. he has facts for every situation, and if he doesn't, he'll bring it up eventually. relevant or not. he references movies no one has seen and acts shocked when you don't understand. these only brush the surface.
𝓧 = xtra (fun fact?)
he loves when you dress up and outdo yourself every time for a regular occasion because he's very aware that in his dorky outfits and choices of tees, you always look far too good for him. as long as you don't mind, he doesn't either. he knows how cruel the world can be to celebrity's partners, so when you're adored and he's the one being joked about, he's only glad that you're not having to endure stupidly meaningless criticism and remarks. with pride, he gets to take on the question — "how did he pull that?"
𝓨 = youthfulness (how playful, spontaneous, or silly are they? do they act youthful?)
he has both an old soul and a youthful energy, and yes, they can coexist. joking and bantering are so critical to how he connects with others and expresses himself and it presents him as playful. sure, he acts awfully mature when he needs to. more often than not, though, his chin is resting on your shoulder from behind as a joke rolls off his tongue that you're sure he prepared in advance. it makes you giggle. if not at the joke itself, then at his commitment to it. an entertainer that just loves some old music and deep, real talks at times.
𝓩 = zzz (sleep patterns—how do they sleep, what’s their routine, and do they snore or toss and turn?)
his sleep schedule is ever adapting and it never quite sticks long enough to be comfortable. he's traveling, sleeping in hotel beds one night and his own bed the next. so when he's next to you, limbs sprawled out against yours, he's sure it's heaven. it knocks him out, the warmth that's you on the other side of the bed. he sleeps late. he can be a morning person, but he loves the solace that only night can offer.
⚣⚡️ A/N → This isn't the Laxus fic that was on the horizon. This is something to help make up for the fact that every time I try to create what's supposed to be a simple story, my brain has to go turn it into a multi-layered, deep, dimensional novel THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A ONE-SHOT...grrr. anyways, enjoy. Also, someone teach me to stop posting the incoming gif when I'm not done revising yet. Revising does not take less than 30 minutes no matter how many times I convince myself that it will. ALSO, HOW MANY GIFS CAN ONE GUY MAKE?!?!?!
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Laxus is more action than words. He's not great at expressing emotions verbally—and he barely tries, which can be tough if his partner's own love language is Words of Affirmation. It's not that he can't improve; he will try, but don't expect overnight miracles. In fact, keep your expectations low and just let him surprise you.
For Laxus, affection is quiet but never absent. His love languages are Quality Time (how he receives love) and Acts of Service (how he gives it). To someone who doesn't know him well, his affection might seem invisible—if not, nonexistent—but it's there, subtle and steady, if you know where to look.
He doesn't flaunt affection or demand it in return, a habit likely rooted in his upbringing. Still, Makarov's constant presence gave him a blueprint for what real love looks like—warmth expressed through simply being there. That's why presence and attention mean everything to him. Even the small childhood gesture of raising his hand during the Fantasia Parade to let his grandfather know he was watching shows that truth: love is acknowledgment & attention.
So, whether in the guild's chaos or the quiet between the storms, being with the person he loves is enough for Laxus. That said, he does crave special attention from his partner—moments just for the two of you. A calm night in, an intimate walk through town—he'd never admit it, but he's possessive of your focus. Nothing says love to him more than knowing his favorite person's world has narrowed to just him.
When it comes to showing love, Laxus's actions speak loudest. After his expulsion, he learned the hard way that caring for others means setting pride aside. Though still confident (and occasionally cocky), he's more grounded now—steadfast, loyal, and quietly grateful. That makes him a natural protector, both of Fairy Tail and of you. He'll keep you clear of the guild's brawls, shooting warning glares at anyone who looks like they're about to start something—unless you want in on the chaos, in which case, go get 'em, baby!
On jobs or missions, he's always close—standing beside or just behind you, the kind of presence that says "I've got you." In more domestic moments, he'll handle small tasks that make your life easier without calling attention to it.
And when it's just the two of you? That's when he lets a different kind of affection show. Beneath all that electricity and pride, Laxus has a soft spot for touch—one he keeps reserved for quiet, private moments.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
How your friendship with Laxus begins depends on when you joined Fairy Tail. If it were before his father's expulsion, things would've been easier—back when he was still open-hearted and approachable, before the pride and bitterness set in. If it were after that, though, the start would be rocky. He'd keep his distance, test your patience, and size you up before letting you in.
Once you've earned his trust, Laxus makes for a teasing, competitive, but fiercely loyal best friend. He's the type to trade jabs and banter for fun—but the moment someone else tries to step in, he's immediately on your side, no questions asked. He's protective in that quiet, intimidating way—just his glare is usually enough to keep trouble away.
Even when he's relaxed, Laxus isn't one to let you slack off. He challenges you constantly, pushes you to improve, and expects you to do the same for him. The friendship may not be full of sentimental words, but it's built on unspoken trust, mutual respect, and a bond that only gets stronger with time.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Only in private. Laxus isn't the type to flaunt attention, especially in public. Around the guild—or anywhere others might see—he keeps it simple: a hand enwrapped over yours, an arm subtly draped around your waist, or just staying close enough that you can feel his presence. That's his quiet way of saying you're his.
A lot of that distance comes from his complicated relationship with touch. Having a dragon lacrima implanted in him as a child when he used to be frail and sickly—especially without his consent, by his own father—left scars that run deeper than most realize. It likely blurred his sense of safety in his own body, making him wary of being touched or touching others. Public displays of affection, cuddling, hugging, even casual touches—they can make him uneasy, especially with eyes on him.
But once he's built enough trust and comfort in the relationship, everything changes. In private, away from the world, he becomes a different man—still reserved, but quietly desperate for closeness. Beneath that tough exterior, Laxus is more or less touch-starved. He won't admit it, but he craves warmth, connection, and the grounding weight of someone's body against his.
He's not clingy, but he does crave contact in small, grounding ways. His favorite cuddle position? You sitting on his lap, his arms looped around your waist, your warmth pressed against him. In bed, he's always the big spoon—obviously. A man his size couldn't be anything else, and honestly, he prefers it that way. He's surprisingly gentle about it too.
He also secretly loves when you lie on top of him, your head resting against his chest. He'll pretend it's no big deal, but he likes the weight of you there—the slow rhythm of your breathing, the sound of your heartbeat syncing with his. He won't say it out loud, but those quiet, wordless moments are what calm the storm inside him. Outside of Fairy Tail, for him, that's what safety feels like—something he can finally reach for, instead of defending against.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Ideally, yes—Laxus absolutely would want to settle down. It's something he thinks about more often than anyone would guess, though he'd never admit to it. It makes sense since he's always envisioned his future, picturing what his life would look like once his grandfather finally steps down and he takes on the mantle of Fairy Tail's next master.
Now, somewhere in that vision, you're there too—by his side, steady and grounding, sharing in the weight and pride of the role. He's not entirely sure how he'll feel about thinking of the whole guild like his "children," but if you've got a nurturing side, he'd appreciate it more than he lets on.
As for life at home, Laxus is surprisingly capable. During his exile, he had to learn to take care of himself on a more extreme level, so he could hold his own in the kitchen—though he'll probably prefer cleaning over cooking, especially if you're the better chef. Not that he'd ever admit it, but he secretly admires and dreams of the domestic picture most couples talk about: coming home from work to a warm meal and a partner waiting for him. It's a quiet fantasy, one he'd never voice, but one he holds close—especially when he imagines the two of you as Fairy Tail's leading couple.
Which, he's not pompous about it anymore, but the thought of being a true power couple—you and him, running things together—is something he finds quietly satisfying. Just don't expect him to talk about it. Shh.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
If we're talking pre-expulsion Laxus, the breakup would be as blunt and cold as you'd expect. He'd do it quickly, maybe even in front of others, with no attempt to soften the blow. Back then, pride and frustration ruled his actions, and empathy rarely made the cut. That's also based on whether you did or didn't have a deep enough relationship before.
But, redeemed Laxus is different. If he had to end a relationship now, he'd do it privately and directly—no mixed signals, no dragging things out. He wouldn't sugarcoat the truth, but he'd take care to be clear and respectful. It wouldn't come easily to him, especially if he was the one causing the hurt.
Even so, he's not heartless. If he saw genuine pain in your eyes, he'd at least try to offer some comfort—an awkward hand on your shoulder, a quiet "take care of yourself." He'd walk away heavy, but firm in his decision. Because while he's learned compassion, he still believes in doing what needs to be done, even when it hurts.
Depending on the nature of the break-up, though, don't expect him to be all calm and collected about it, especially if he was deeply invested in it. Others may not notice it immediately, but you will, eventually. The man will be torn up just as much as you for some time.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)
Commitment isn't something Laxus spends much time thinking about—at least, not until he's in a relationship that truly matters. Despite his looks and effortless magnetism, he's had far fewer romantic—and sexual—partners than most people would assume. In his younger, more arrogant years, sure—there were casual flings and the occasional hookup when he wanted distraction, but he wasn't Loki. He was never one for empty relationships. Unless there was genuine meaning or purpose behind it, he wasn't interested.
Once he's in a serious relationship, though, commitment comes naturally to him. Loyalty is wired into his nature—steady and absolute. When Laxus gives his heart, it's for real, and he doesn't look back. You'd never have to question whether he's in it for the long haul.
As for marriage, Laxus knows what he wants, but he's not the type to rush it. He's patient and grounded about the idea, content to move at your pace. If you decide marriage is something you want, he'll be ready when you are—no hesitation or doubt.
That said, even with all his confidence, marriage itself does intimidate him—not the life that follows, but the process. The ring, the proposal, the ceremony—all the emotional spectacle that comes with it makes him flustered in a way few things can. It's not fear, exactly—it's the vulnerability of it all. Laxus is powerful and proud, but when it comes to expressing his feelings so openly, he's surprisingly bashful.
Still, the quiet parts of marriage—the shared morning, the late nights, the simple act of facing life together—those are what he looks forward to most. You just have to let him know when you're ready, and he'll meet you there.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
No one would be surprised to hear that Laxus is a little rough around the edges. He's not a brute—though no one's forgotten his little berserker moment during the Kardia Cathedral scuffle—but he's definitely not what anyone would call a softie.
That said, he's capable of gentleness, and he tries harder than people think to learn it. The man's got big hands and a body that practically hums with lightning, so it's not exactly a recipe for delicate touch. Poor Lisanna, especially after she had her first interaction with Laxus on Tenrou.
So when he's a bit rough or accidentally too firm, it's not carelessness; he's still figuring it out. But once he gets the hang of it, it starts coming naturally. A careful hand guiding you through a crowd. Fingers brushing against yours, holding without gripping. A protective touch that feels secure instead of overbearing.
He's less of the type to scoop you up caveman-style when you don't listen—not that he won't do it if deemed necessary, but that's more Elfman's department—but his quiet acts of care will speak volumes.
Emotionally, gentleness is trickier. Laxus is direct to a fault, sometimes too blunt for his own good. His low, gravelly tone doesn't help either—it can make even a simple "you okay?" sound like a challenge. Still, he learns, slowly and steadily. He figures out how to listen without interrupting, how to ease his tone, how to stay open instead of shutting down when someone's being vulnerable with him.
He won't always get it right, but when he tries—and he will—it's sincere. And that effort alone is his version of gentleness: real, imperfect, but deeply felt.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Like most forms of affection, Laxus keeps hugs private. He's not someone who goes around doling them out freely—public displays of affection just aren't his style. Unless it's a dire situation, don't expect to just see him hugging, especially with people watching. It likely ties back to his suspected complicated relationship with touch. Having a dragon lacrima implanted in him as a child—almost certainly without his consent—left him hyperaware of his own body and the power that hums beneath his skin. And since lightning is known to be overwhelming to the senses—ask anyone who's ever been struck by it, if they're still around—physical closeness can be tricky, especially when he quite literally carries lightning inside him.
That's why, on Tenrou Island, when the Thunder Legion crowded him after his return, his reaction leaned more toward annoyance than sentimentality. The cheek-pinching moment with Lisanna was an exception—he was both surprised and relieved to see she was alive and well, and acted on instinct to make sure he wasn't hallucinating from overusing his magic in the fight with Hades. Poor Lisanna.
That said, Laxus doesn't dislike hugs. Quite the opposite, really. He just prefers them in the right moments—quiet, genuine ones. If comfort or reassurance is needed, he'll offer it without hesitation, though he'd probably rather pull you in for a longer, grounding embrace than a fleeting one.
And when he does hug you? It's perfect. Strong, steady, and protective—like being wrapped in thunderclouds just before the storm breaks. His hugs have warmth and weight to them, and a faint buzz of electricity under his skin, like his magic itself is holding you close.
They're easier for him than words, especially when emotions run high. When Laxus feels vulnerable, he's more likely to reach for you and pull you into his chest than say what's on his mind. It's wordless, grounding, and exactly the kind of comfort only he can give.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Let's get one thing straight and two things gay: if you think Laxus is going to be the first one to say "I love you," there's a cozy pair of grippy socks waiting for you at the nearest mental hospital.
Laxus is the definition of emotionally reserved—staunchly so. The arrogance and bravado might have mellowed with time, but his awkwardness around emotions never fully left. He's still learning how to handle his own feelings, let alone voice them. So if you're waiting for those three words early in the relationship, don't hold your breath—it'll be a while.
That said, don't mistake his silence for indifference. Laxus feels it deeply; he just shows it differently. You'll hear "I love you" in the way he gruffly checks on you after a fight, making sure you're not hurt. In how he quietly takes your things and carries them on the walk back to Magnolia. In how he pulls you into his lap after a long day, letting you rest against him without a word. Those small acts are his language of love—quiet, but unmistakable once you learn to read them for what they are.
As for when he actually says it? Give it time—six months, minimum. Realistically, it could take closer to a year before the words make it past his lips. But when they do, they'll be raw, real, and meant with every ounce of his being.
Patience is key with Laxus. Without Makarov, he might never have learned what love even looks like beyond anger, pride, and frustration. But once he understands it—once you become that understanding—those words will come, and they'll mean more than any lightning bolt he's ever thrown.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Who doesn't love a jealous lover?
With Laxus, jealousy has always been complicated. Before his redemption, it could be explosive—driven by arrogance, pride, and an insatiable need for validation. The man who once tried to proposition Lucy as a bargaining chip during Fairy Tail's battle with Phantom Lord? That was classic pre-exile Laxus: territorial, cocky, and prone to aggressive displays of dominance. Intimidation, open threats, ultimatums—all weapons in his arsenal. He thrived on proving himself, needing everyone to know he was the strongest, the one in control.
After his exile, though, that fire cooled into something quieter—but not weaker. His jealousy became more controlled, more introspective, though no less intense. Beneath his confidence still lingers a shadow of insecurity: the fear of being overshadowed by Makarov's legacy, the constant question of whether he's worthy of inheriting the mantle of Fairy Tail's next master. It's that self-doubt that fuels the quiet possessiveness he can't quite shake.
When jealous, Laxus doesn't explode; he tightens. You'll notice the shift in his body language before you do with his words. The way he suddenly keeps closer, an arm around your waist or shoulder in a rare moment of public, physical affection—his calm, wordless way of saying you're his, without turning it into a scene. He won't lash out unless something crosses a serious line, and even then, he stays measured.
Of course, if you're teasing him on purpose after he's annoyed you, he'll catch on—and though he might not call you out, that storm brewing behind his eyes says enough. And if your "admirer" doesn't back off, Laxus has no problem finding them later for a private, very polite, very threatening chat. A low voice, a spark of lightning under his skin—it gets the message across.
But when he sees you genuinely uncomfortable, everything changes. That's when the restraint drops. He'll step in immediately—direct and intimidating enough to make the whole guild go silent. His temper is infamous, and everyone knows it.
Afterward, he'll need reassurance, even if he won't admit it. Maybe he pulls you away to cool off somewhere quiet, maybe he just needs to feel your hand in his, to hear you say you're his and he's yours. How much reassurance he needs depends on how far things went—sometimes a few quiet words do the trick, sometimes it takes a kiss that leaves no room for doubt—or something else. Stop thinking nasty thoughts!
Either way, jealousy doesn't rule him anymore. But it still burns beneath the surface—a slow, steady rumble of thunder that has no problem reminding everyone exactly who you belong to.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Well, let's go ahead and get another thing straight and two more things gay: kissing in public—or any kind of heavy PDA—is out of the question. Laxus, once again, is extremely private when it comes to affection, so don't expect much beyond a rare peck on the forehead or cheek, and even that's pushing it. He's not embarrassed by love—mostly—he'd just rather it be shared in quiet, personal spaces, and not something that's always put on display.
Now, if you're expecting him to kiss like the rough, dominant powerhouse he appears to be, go ahead and grab another pair of grippy socks—different color this time. That side of him is mostly a facade. Behind closed doors, Laxus kisses with a tenderness that might surprise you. They're slow, deliberate, and full of everything he struggles to say aloud—soft, warm, and protective, with just enough firmness to remind you he's there. His kisses carry weight, a quiet promise that you're his safe place, and he'll be yours.
Once he's comfortable, that hidden affection starts to pour out. The touch-starved side of him emerges, and he becomes more forward—kissing you often, freely, like someone who's finally let himself breathe.
His favorite places to kiss? Your lips, of course—steady and sure—but also your forehead and neck. The former is his gentler side speaking, the protective affection he rarely shows anyone else. The latter is something more aggressive, a quiet spark of possessiveness that tends to flare when jealousy or emotions run high.
As for where he likes being kissed, he won't admit it, but you'll know. The moment your lips touch his shoulder, chest, or overall abdomen—especially near his tribal tattoo or Fairy Tail mark—his breath hitches. Those places mean something to him; they're marks of identity, pride, and pain. Having your attention there feels intimate in a way that cuts through every layer of armor he's built. That especially goes for kisses on the face, near his scar as well. It's grounding, electric, and for Laxus, that's love made tangible.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Before and after his arrogant phase, Laxus had always carried the air of someone who might be a little too gruff for kids. He's big, intimidating, and not the most approachable at first glance. His patience can run thin, and his natural bluntness doesn't exactly scream "gentle caretaker." But beneath that tough exterior, there's a man who's fiercely protective and surprisingly soft when it counts.
In his younger, more self-centered years, he probably saw kids as a nuisance—too noisy, too clingy, too distracting from his own ambitions. That attitude would fade with time, replaced by something warmer, though still reserved. These days, Laxus might not know exactly what to say to children, but he's the type who'll quietly keep an eye on them, stepping in the second they're in trouble or scared.
Around the next generation of Fairy Tail, he'd settle naturally into a role similar to his grandfather's, the stern but loving guardian figure. He might scold them for being reckless one minute and shield them from danger the next. And as he softens further, you can bet he'd become the kind of "cool old master" the kids adore—the one whose shoulders they bed to ride on, who listens to their wildest dreams, and, on rare occasions, cracks a smile while telling stories from his own rowdy youth.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Laxus prefers mornings that are quiet and unhurried—peaceful moments that ease him into the day. He's a light sleeper, usually up before you, but he rarely moves right away. Instead, he stays still, content to hold you close and soak in the calm before the chaos. He's not the type for flowery words or elaborate morning rituals, so you feel his affection in subtler ways: the slow tightening of his arms around you, the brush of his thumb along your side, or the faint press of his forehead against your hair.
Despite his somewhat bold fashion sense, he's a simple man when it comes to his morning routine. He doesn't need much—coffee, maybe some toast or fruit—and he's perfectly happy sharing a quiet brunch with you. There's an easy rhythm to those mornings, filled with low conversation or the kind of silence that feels comfortable, not empty.
He's in no rush. Laxus knows once he steps into the guild, the calm will vanish in a flash of noise and lightning, so he savors the stillness while he can. Sometimes, he'll put on music—something you might not expect from him. Rock? Sure. But the first time you caught him listening to a classical track laced with electric guitar, you realized his tastes are just as layered as he is: strong, steady, and quietly surprising.
Speaking of his fashion sense, it's now clear who the culprit is for why he wears them the way he does. He's more like his grandfather than he'd admit.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Evenings with Laxus mirror mornings—quiet, private, and peaceful. It's the time when the intimidating Lightning Dragon Slayer lets the noise of the world fade away, showing the softer side he keeps hidden from almost everyone else. After spending the day surrounded by Fairy Tail's chaos—or whatever madness a job threw his way—he needs calm and peacefulness to unwind.
For all his sharp looks, somewhat pompous appearance & fashion, and confident presence, Laxus isn't a man of luxury or lavishness as many would guess he is. He likes nice things, but he prefers simplicity: a home-cooked meal, some quiet company, and maybe lending a hand in the kitchen. His Acts of Service language would make things like the last one second nature to him, and the sight of you beside him, moving through a familiar rhythm, soothes him in a way words can't. Dinner is peaceful, often eaten in comfortable silence, which contrasts the guild's endless chatter—and ruckus, considering what happened when someone stepped on Erza's strawberry cake again—a small mercy he relishes.
Once the plates are cleared, the rest of the night belongs to you. His headphones are set aside, which actually becomes less of a common thing he wears—he doesn't want any distractions—and if the mood feels right, he'll play music low in the background, something steady and rhythmic to fill the quiet. Holding a strong dislike for small talk, Laxus thrives in deeper conversations: your dreams, memories, plans for the future. He listens more than he speaks, but when he does, his words are thoughtful, direct, and disarmingly sincere. And yes, it's hard not to get lost in that low, gravelly voice of his—just… don't let him catch you smiling about it.
By the time you both settle for the night, his walls are down completely. On the couch or in bed, he's usually the one to reach for you first, since you like to respect his space and boundaries. He pulls you close and wraps himself around you like a living fortress. It's instinct—protective, grounding, and tender all at once. He always keeps you furthest from the door, his body subconsciously poised between you and whatever might come. Even in sleep, small flickers of electricity dance across his skin—his magic's quiet, restless way of keeping watch. When you asked, he just shrugged, but you could tell it was his subconscious guarding what he calls his peace.
And that's what you are to him. Peace. After everything he's endured—the pressure of legacy, the scars of exile, and the chaos of Fairy Tail—Laxus finally finds calm when the world is dark and you're in his arms.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Laxus has always been guarded—pride and caution built into every inch of who he is. Even after shedding the arrogance that once ruled him, that instinct to hold his cards close never really fades. He's not one to share personal details, much less bare his vulnerabilities to anyone, especially someone he feels responsible for protecting. But, with time, and after seeing how his guildmates—particularly Team Natsu—grow stronger by exposing their scars to one another, he starts to understand that trust means letting someone see what sparks the lightning.
Still, it doesn't happen quickly. Laxus doesn't rush emotional intimacy any more than he does physical. He's spent years learning to live with his regrets and insecurities in silence, so opening up takes patience and quiet consistency from his partner. Like his first "I love you," the real conversations come only after months—six at the earliest, maybe closer to a year—when the newness of the relationship has settled into something steady and predictable, something real. Even then, his words come slowly and deliberately, often accompanied by a faint awkwardness that makes them all the more genuine.
Laxus needs absolute safety before he reveals anything raw. Makarov is the only person who's ever held that level of trust before you, and even then, there were walls he never tore down. Things like his strained history with his father or the lacrima that changed his body—those are topics he won't volunteer. You'll recognize their weight in the silence that follows a certain name, or in how he stiffens at the mention of something too close to home. His story doesn't unfold in speeches—it reveals itself through reactions, small hesitations, and the way his expression shifts around things that matter.
If you're patient and ask at the right times—late at night, maybe when you're both resting after a mission—he'll tell you more. His tone will be quiet & steady, but heavy with truth. It won't come all at once, but piece by piece, he'll let you see him as he truly is: lightning, scars, and all.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Contrary to popular belief, Laxus isn’t easily angered—especially compared to other Dragon Slayers like Natsu or Gajeel. Even during his arrogant, power-hungry phase, he wasn’t quick-tempered so much as dismissive. His pride made him cruel in quieter ways—mocking, belittling, and shutting people out rather than exploding. Back then, his apathy was sharper than his rage. He could watch his guildmates struggle and refuse to help, even laugh when Makarov—his own grandfather—was at death’s door. That coldness was its own kind of anger: the kind born from resentment and pride.
The rare times you ever saw real fury in him were when someone forced him to confront his own weakness. During his battle with Natsu, when the younger Dragon Slayer refused to back down and reminded him that Fairy Tail belonged to everyone, not just those with blood ties, Laxus’s rage came from being made to face the truth—his pride couldn’t protect him from what he didn’t want to see.
After his exile and redemption, that temper changed shape. He’s quieter now, more deliberate, more aware of what truly matters. It’s rare to see him lose control, though that doesn’t mean the spark isn’t still there. If anything, his patience has grown—tempered by guilt, experience, and hard-won wisdom. These days, it takes a lot to get under his skin. Everyday annoyances barely faze him. But when he’s confronted by arrogance that mirrors the person he used to be, that’s when the lightning in him hums.
He’s no longer the man who lashes out just to prove something, but when it comes to protecting those he loves—his guild, his friends, or you—his anger burns hotter and cleaner than ever. It’s not reckless anymore; it’s precise. A warning before the storm.
In his personal life, he’s not one to raise his voice or argue over small things. But that doesn’t mean you can’t irritate him—especially if you deliberately poke at his pet peeves, like trying to make him jealous, or putting yourself in unnecessary danger. He won’t explode or yell, but the way his jaw tightens, the way the air crackles faintly around him… you’ll know. His displeasure is both quiet and unmistakable—like the air before thunder.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Let’s be honest—arrogant Laxus wouldn’t have remembered much about you at all. During that phase, his ego was too inflated to make room for details about anyone he didn’t already deem important. If you were part of his close circle before that transformation, he might’ve remembered the basics—your name, your magic, maybe one or two things that impressed him—but anything deeper? Forget it. His pride wouldn’t have allowed it. And even if he did remember, it likely would’ve been for manipulation rather than sentiment, the same way he once tried to leverage Lucy in exchange for his help against Phantom Lord.
But after his exile and redemption, that changes. The kindness that once lived in him as a boy—the part Makarov nurtured—returns, tempered by experience. Laxus grows more attentive, more grounded. He’s not the type to romanticize or gush, but when he cares about someone, he really pays attention. He’ll remember the important things: how you first met, the tone of your voice during a serious talk, the dates that mark milestones in your relationship. Anything that carries emotional weight quietly lodges itself in his memory, even if he never says it out loud.
That said, Laxus isn’t going to remember everything. If you bring up some tiny detail from a random date two months ago—the exact flavor of ice cream you ordered or the name of a shop you passed—don’t be surprised if he stares at you blankly, maybe even blinks a couple times.
He’s got a focused, serious mind, and it doesn’t always linger on what he considers small or trivial things. That’s not to say he doesn’t care—it’s just that his attention is selective, shaped by years of discipline and pride.
If you call him out for forgetting, expect a gruff, half-defensive response: a shrug, a muttered “Wasn’t that important anyway.” But you’ll notice the next time—he’ll remember. Because for all his rough edges and quiet ego, Laxus learns through love, and he never forgets something twice once he realizes it matters to you. He may not always recall every word, but he'll remember what makes you happy and act on it without being asked.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Laxus’s favorite moments with you aren’t loud or dramatic—they’re quiet, deeply intimate, and raw in the most human way. They’re the moments where he realizes, sometimes without even meaning to, how much he means to you, and subsequently, just how much you mean to him. The times when you make him feel safe—seen and validated without needing to prove his worth.
Picture a rare moment where Laxus’s cards are on the table, where vulnerability finds him instead of the other way around. Maybe it’s a situation where he’s caught off guard—his emotions slipping through the cracks—and instead of reacting like others might, you just let him be. You don’t laugh it off like Natsu or Gajeel would, you don’t turn it into a unseriously serious debacle like Erza might (gotta love her comedic timing), and you don’t overreact the way Lucy tends to, even if not that serious. You meet him where he is—with quiet understanding.
Take the Grand Magic Games, for example. During Mirajane’s battle, when things turned unexpectedly into a beauty-and-wedding show, Laxus couldn’t have cared less—until he saw you in the arena, without a partner, and others circling like hawks. Without thinking, he moved—claiming his place at your side with a gruff demeanor but solid determination. You knew it was jealousy, but you didn’t tease him for it—well, not too much. You simply let him stand there with you. He won’t admit it, but something about that moment stuck with him—the way it felt natural to stand beside you, like it was the most right thing in the world, even in a silly competition.
Another moment came after his battle with his father. It left him hollow and restless. You found him afterward, and when he told you he didn’t want to talk about it, you didn’t push. You just sat with him. Silent. Present. A steady presence in the storm of his thoughts. He didn’t need comforting words or reassurances—you gave him something rarer: space. And for someone like Laxus, that kind of quiet understanding means more than any declaration of love ever could.
Moments like these—whether on a job, a quiet night in, or a simple walk through Magnolia—are what he cherishes most. Times when you don’t demand anything from him, don’t expect him to perform or prove himself, and simply let him exist. When you treat him not as Makarov’s grandson or Ivan’s son, not as the Lightning Dragon Slayer or an S-Class mage, but just as Laxus.
Those are the moments that stay with him—the quiet ones where he doesn’t have to be strong, or feared, or admired. He just has to be. And with you, that’s enough.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Laxus isn’t one for flashy, over-the-top gestures—especially after his exile and redemption. His protectiveness runs deep, but it’s expressed through calm, calculated action rather than loud declarations or reckless bravado. His devotion is steady and absolute, and though he won’t always say it, his actions make it clear: he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.
If he was willing to risk his life for the guild, imagine what he’d do for you. He’s proven time and again that he doesn’t hesitate to stand between danger and the people he cares for—just look at how he dismantled Raven Tail during the Grand Magic Games, calling out the members who dared target his comrades.
That fierce loyalty only multiplies when it comes to his partner.
When Laxus protects, he does it efficiently. He moves fast, neutralizing threats before they can reach you, whether that means stepping into battle or simply casting a hard, warning stare that says, “Mess with him, deal with me.” He’s not one to make a scene—his silence alone speaks volumes. If someone’s intentions toward you turn malicious, they won’t get far before realizing they’ve crossed a line. His quiet, brooding presence alone is often enough to make anyone reconsider their life choices.
Behind the scenes, he’s also pragmatic—protective in ways you might not even notice. He’d set up contingencies: magical wards or barriers around your home or the inn you’re staying in during a job, all without mentioning it. To him, safety is something best ensured before danger ever appears. And if the worst happens? He doesn’t hesitate. He’ll step in front of you in an instant, shielding you without a second thought. His combat style is direct and devastating, and when you’re in danger, that power becomes terrifyingly efficient.
When it comes to how he’d like to be protected, it’s not about physical safety. Laxus can handle himself—what he needs is someone who protects him in quieter, more meaningful ways. Someone who steadies him when old insecurities creep in. Someone who reminds him of his worth, his growth, and his goodness when he starts doubting both. You protect him by being his peace—by respecting his space, his independence, and his boundaries, while still being someone strong enough to stand beside him, not behind him. Someone who would defend and speak up for him, even when he may not feel the need to.
And when that infamous temper starts to spark, you’re the one who can ground him before the storm hits. Not the cheesy crap like "He'll listen to me. Look at me, focus on me…" blah blah blah. More of the he sees you, remembers you, and one glance or touch from you will have him reconsidering. You don’t need lightning magic to protect Laxus Dreyar—you just need the strength to understand him, the patience to calm him, and the quiet confidence to remind him that he doesn’t have to face every battle alone anymore.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
If there’s one thing Laxus Dreyar never does halfway, it’s effort—especially when it comes to you. His secondary love language of Acts of Service is where he shines most naturally in this category. He’s not one for sweet talk or romantic speeches; he’s a “show, don’t tell” kind of man. The type who fixes what’s broken before you even notice it, carries the heavy load without being asked, and handles the things that take weight off your shoulders—because to him, that’s what love looks like.
He fits comfortably into the provider archetype, but not out of any outdated sense of gender roles. It’s just who he is—someone who expresses care through action and reliability rather than verbal affection. He’s a doer, not a talker. The physically demanding household chores? Taken care of. Errands that require long hours or patience? Handled. Laxus takes pride in being dependable, in ensuring that the life you share runs smoothly and safely.
Underneath that stoicism, there’s an unspoken motivation: he wants to keep giving you reasons to choose him. He’ll never beg for love or ask for reassurance out loud, but every task, every effort, every quiet act of care is his way of saying, “You matter. I’ve got you.” That extends even to finances—if he can cover your expenses, he will. He’s not boastful about it, but he sees providing as another way to protect and nurture the relationship you’ve built together.
When it comes to dates and anniversaries, he prefers simplicity over spectacle. A quiet dinner, a good drink, and an evening spent in each other’s company would be his ideal night. Still, that doesn’t mean he won’t rise to the occasion if he knows something special matters to you. If you hint at wanting something grander—a surprise, a getaway, a moment to remember—he’ll plan it, even if he pretends to grumble about the details. The truth is, he enjoys seeing you happy more than he’d ever admit.
With Laxus, it’s never about how much he says he loves you. It’s about how much he shows it—day after day, in the quiet, steady ways that prove he’s in this for the long haul.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Right off the bat, Laxus’s difficulty with emotional vulnerability—while understandable given his upbringing and temperament—can still become a point of real frustration in a relationship. His tendency to hold back rather than speak openly about what’s on his mind often leads to unnecessary misunderstandings. Laxus isn’t one for soft words or grand romantic gestures, and that’s fine—but when he withholds key thoughts or feelings that his partner needs to know, it creates distance. For someone who values communication and emotional clarity, it can be maddening to feel shut out when all you want is honesty. His habit of withdrawing and silently brooding instead of sharing what’s wrong can leave his partner feeling isolated and unsure of where they stand.
Another one of his lingering flaws comes from the remnants of his once–arrogant “my way or the highway” mindset. While he’s grown tremendously since his exile, that commanding streak remains. As a former guild prodigy, leader of the Thunder Legion, and future candidate for Master of Fairy Tail, Laxus is used to being the authority in the room. In a relationship, that can translate into a frustrating tendency to make decisions unilaterally, without consulting you first. He’s not intentionally dismissive—he simply defaults to taking control, assuming it’s the most efficient or protective thing to do. But in a partnership, that can sometimes feel more like domination than devotion.
That instinct to protect you runs deep, and while it’s rooted in love, it can become overbearing if left unchecked. His quiet possessiveness and desire to shield you from harm can cross the line into trying to dictate your choices. He doesn’t mean it as control—it’s fear disguised as caution—but it can still create tension, especially if you’re as independent as he is.
On a smaller scale, Laxus’s blunt and sarcastic nature can occasionally make him insensitive without realizing it. His teasing, though usually affectionate, can hit a nerve if he doesn’t read the room. His actions may be how he prefers to communicate affection, but they can’t always make up for words spoken too sharply—or not spoken at all.
And lastly, that S-Class independence of his can make him a frustrating partner to worry about. He’s prone to disappearing on dangerous jobs without warning, leaving his partner to anxiously wait for word of his safety. He doesn’t mean to cause distress; he simply assumes you’ll understand that this is what he does. Still, a quiet “I’ll be back soon” wouldn’t kill him—and would go a long way in keeping his loved ones’ hearts at ease, the bastard.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Even after his redemption, Laxus isn’t someone overly concerned with his appearance. For him, strength and substance hold far more value than looks ever could. Despite his undeniably striking features and imposing physique, he doesn’t dwell on them. His training and missions naturally keep him in peak condition—helped, no doubt, by the residual effects of his Dragon Lacrima and Lightning Dragon Slayer magic. The result is effortless maintenance, not vanity.
He’s also not one to obsess over imperfections. The lightning-shaped scar across his face, for instance, is something he wears without shame or explanation. It’s simply part of him, much like his power and his past. That kind of quiet acceptance defines how he sees himself—practical, grounded, and uninterested in superficial details.
Still, while Laxus doesn’t preen or fish for compliments, he isn’t blind to how you look at him. He enjoys your attention, even if he’ll never admit it outright. If anything, knowing you find him attractive motivates him to maintain his strength and appearance—though he’d insist it’s purely for combat readiness. Truthfully, the idea of your eyes wandering toward someone else—say, Elfman, Natsu, even someone outside the guild like Sting—would quietly irk him more than he’d ever let on. Not out of vanity, but because he takes pride in being your person to admire.
At his core, Laxus’s confidence isn’t about ego—it’s about authenticity. He doesn’t need to look the part of power; he simply is power, and that speaks louder than any reflection in the mirror.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Laxus can and will put on a brave face, but the truth runs deeper. Without you, he wouldn’t necessarily feel incomplete—he’s far too independent for that—but he would feel off balance, as though something vital was missing from his world. After forging a strong, intimate bond, the quiet absence of your presence would leave him uneasy and restless, his focus subtly fraying around the edges.
It’s not about dependence or reliance. Laxus has always stood on his own two feet, but you fill a space in him he didn’t know was empty until you came along. You became a steady force of belonging, validation, and peace—things he’s rarely known, even within Fairy Tail. Without you, the silence feels heavier, the world rougher, and his old habits—brooding, withdrawal, the occasional spark of temper—start to creep back in.
You don’t complete Laxus; you balance him. You anchor the storm that lives beneath his skin, turning raw lightning into warmth.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
A trait Laxus unknowingly shares with his grandfather is how deeply uncomfortable he becomes around people who cry. Makarov, after years as guild master, has learned to quell it, especially with patience and warmth, but Laxus doesn't have that same experience. Much like how he struggles with his own vulnerability, he completely freezes up when someone gets emotional around him. His first instinct is to do something—fix the situation, stop the tears—he just doesn't know what in the world to do, so he becomes stiff, awkward, and visibly out of his element.
This was especially clear during the Grand Magic Games, when Mavis herself cried in front of them. Makarov, not used to it being someone he looks up to and seeks guidance and wisdom from, unfortunately felt his own uncomfortableness come back on tenfold, and properly freaked out, same as his grandson. That inherited discomfort is one of the other few things that remind you how he really is, his grandfather’s grandson.
And then there’s his motion sickness—something that never fails to bruise his pride. Like every Dragon Slayer, Laxus suffers from it, though he’ll never admit it out loud. Don’t mention it, don’t joke about it, and for the love of whatever, don’t offer him a ride. If he can walk the distance, he absolutely will, even if it means you've got to walk with him. The bastard.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Even post-redemption, Laxus has zero tolerance for weakness—especially self-imposed weakness. He’s more humble and patient than he used to be, but he still can’t stand someone who refuses to respect themselves or constantly complains. Strength, both personal and emotional, matters to him just as much as physical power.
He’s not fond of clinginess or over-the-top drama; someone constantly seeking attention or drowning in emotions quickly becomes exhausting. Disrespect, entitlement, or arrogance—particularly the kind he once displayed himself—would instantly turn him off.
Deep down, Laxus values calm and stability more than most realize, so immaturity or unnecessary chaos (outside of Natsu-typical antics) irritates him. He can handle indecisiveness—he’s decisive enough to make decisions for both of you—but total dependence? That’s a hard pass. He wants a partner who stands on their own feet, someone who can meet him as an equal in life and in quiet domestic moments alike.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
Laxus is a quiet giant, even in sleep. His senses are always alert—a leftover from his lone-wolf days during exile and his high-stakes S-Class missions—so he’s a light sleeper. The faintest unusual sound will rouse him instantly, and instinctively he’ll check on his partner before investigating, maybe offering a silent, reassuring touch.
In a space where he feels completely safe—your shared home, secured to his standards—he can sleep deeply and peacefully. Physical touch is complicated for him, but instinct and affection still show in subtle ways. You might find yourself tucked against his chest, his arm draped protectively over you, his back turned to the room like a living shield.
He may or may not snore, but you’ll never get him to admit it, so best to ignore it entirely. He prefers a colder room, both for comfort and because his magic generates heat—a fact he grumbles about quietly while you benefit from your own personal heater.
- Toby is usually very tired and sleepy after sex but he won’t go to sleep directly making you feel used for your body, he’s not that type of person, he will ask you if everything’s alright, clean you up and himself obviously and maybe bring you water if he even has the strength to, then he’ll hold you tightly in his arms until you fall asleep.
B: Body parts (their favorite body parts on them and their partner)
He doesn’t particularly like anything about himself cause he doesn’t care but if he had to choose probably his hands he thinks they’re useful,
On you definitely your chest, especially your breast no matter if you’re a guy, a girl, flat, big chested he WILL touch your chest and play with your nipples.
C: Cum (anything that has to do with cum basically)
He likes to pull out and cum on your thigh and stomach but he also enjoys finishing inside you he just doesn’t want you to deal with it leaking later so..
D: Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
When he had a crush on you before you two got together, He would purposely brush his hand against yours because he likes the feeling of your smooth skin (and also because it somehow turned him on)
When you two got together his hormones weirdly started acting up and he doesn’t know why, but even a small touch can get him turned on, he was embarrassed and shamed of it because of how easily he got hard around you.
E: Experience (How experienced are they?)
He’s not experienced at all, he was made fun of his Whole life because of his tics and he thought no one would like to be intimate with him because of that, but he’s a very fast learner !
F: Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary a 100%, he likes the smell of you during sex and he will lick/kiss your skin while whispering things.
G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s pretty goofy person and he doesn’t want to be serious, he thinks sex is a moment of intimacy where you can feel safe and be yourself, so he doesn’t mind making jokes with you or laughing… for him it feels even more intimate ESPECIALLY if you two are trying to be quiet.
H: Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Naturally he doesn’t care about his hairy, he’s too lazy to shave it every month so on normal days he doesn’t care about it. But if you two were about to have sex for the first time he will shave because he’s too shy to ask you if you mind or not, later in the relationship when he’ll be comfortable enough he will ask you.
I: Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He tries his best to be romantic but all he wants to feel is to be close to his partner so he doesn’t care if you two laugh at dumb jokes or do random things, romantic for him is the feeling of being safe and not judged for things they love.
J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He’s not the type who do it often like 24/7 but he clearly did it before and not only 1 time, everyone has needs.
K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praising, he loves to praise you and he loves when you praise him, also slight degradation.
L: Location (favorite places to do the do)
His or your room, he wants to take it slow and not rush anything without being disturbed so you can both enjoy the moment.
M: Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Just you in general especially the intimacy between you two, makeout sessions that turn into more.
N: No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Daddy kinks. No just no, He doesn’t like that kind of things and it’s just so weird for him.
O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He prefers receiving but he likes giving, he’s scared to accidentally bite you or do it wrong.
P: Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He’s usually slow and gentle but deep, he wants you to feel every inch of him, but if you ask him to go fast he can too! Anything for you.
Q: Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He’s not a big fan of quickies but maybe? Only if he’s like super horny but he usually doesn’t wanna do it cause he wants to take things slow without rushing anyone.
R: Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Oh he loves it, anything that has to do with fun is good to him and he’d be happy to experience things as long as you are too.
S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
3-4, usually until he’s tired so you two can have a good nap later but he will do more if you ask to.
T: Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I don’t see him having/using any toys but if you have toys he’d gladly use them on you.
U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He loves teasing but when YOU do it he’s whining and begging you to stop teasing him.
V: Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He IS loud, he just can’t keep silent, he’s a moaner/whiner anything that is loud.
W: Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He likes bitting, i headcanon and he bites his nails a lot out of stress so eventually in sex he will bite his partner.
X: X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Pale but the tip is pink, 5-6 inches when hard , he has a vein on the right side.
Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High but not too high, he was never firstly interested in sex but when he got used to it he started to yearn for it.
Z: Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
10-15 minutes later, after he checks on you, clean both of you up he’ll hold you tightly before going to sleep.
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Note: english is not my first language so please correct me if i made any mistake tysm for reading! <3
me want…..more…..mmore movie (adrian / vigilante headcanons) also they’re all canon in my head now you worte him PERFECTLY WHATVTHE HELLY
𝓢𝐅𝐖 𝓐𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝜗𝜚 adrian chase !
cws ᝰ .ᐟ gender neutral reader ,, sfw ,, established / alluded to being in a relationship ,, brief mention of murder
𝓐 = affection (how do they show love? are they touchy, verbal, or through actions?)
he shows it invasively by watching over you, knowing every detail of your day, memorizing your schedule, tracking your movements, and making sure you’re always safe. his version of affection is intense; he’ll call or text a hundred times a day, hover nearby if he thinks someone might inconvenience you, and practically live in your peripheral vision. he brags about you to anyone who’ll listen, and he loves showing you off because in his mind having your attention validates him. he rarely verbalizes softness and almost never initiates touch, but his devotion is unmistakable: everything he does is about making sure you’re constantly in his orbit, and it drives him insane if you pull away even for a second.
𝓑 = best friend (what would friendship with them feel like? how would it naturally start?)
well, we all know how he is with peacemaker . . . as a best friend, adrian is intense and exhausting but loyal. the friendship would likely start with him taking an interest in you and it quickly escalates to obsession-level attention. he would quiz you about your day, tell you about every detail of his own, and expect you to be equally forthcoming. you’d feel constantly monitored, and flat out stalked. he’s the kind of friend who shows up unexpectedly, barges into your apartment if he thinks something’s wrong, and then get confused when you scold him.
𝓒 = cuddles (how do they like to cuddle? what’s their preferred way of being close?)
hates touching, especially soft contact. human skin brushing against his is something that makes him tense, and he’ll admit it bluntly if you ask. so, cuddles are tricky. he doesn’t naturally want them, but if you’re clingy or affectionate, he’ll tolerate it… for a while. maybe he lets you rest your head against his shoulder or hold your hand while you face away from each other, but he won’t let it linger too long, eventually he’ll shift, adjust, or push you slightly away. he can thug it through if he senses you really need closeness.
𝓓 = domestic (are they homebody material? do they cook, clean, and take care of the household?)
housewife adrian is real. loves doing domestic things without even realizing they’re domestic, just because. obsessive cleaning. he’ll reorganize your kitchen, alphabetize your spices, fold your laundry so neatly it’s almost intimidating. he also likes to test himself with challenges: “let’s see if i can make this entire apartment spotless in under an hour.”
𝓔 = ending (if they had to break up, how would they handle it emotionally and practically?)
the extremes of his attachment mean he’s either eerily indifferent or overwhelmingly destructively invested, no in-between. if he’s detached or uninterested, he could end things coldly, text, call, or show up and simply say it’s over, no tears, no explanation, as if it barely registered. but when he’s fixated on someone the concept of ending it becomes impossible. he doesn’t have a sense of “enough” or “it’s time to leave,” he either clings, refuses to accept the idea, or is devastated in ways he can’t express properly.
𝓕 = family (do they want a family? kids?)
likes the idea of family in this really cartoonish, sitcom way, running around the house, kids laughing, a dog in the yard, but the reality of it doesn’t land for him at all. he’d think it’s fun to say “yeah i’d be the best dad ever, my kid would be so cool,” but in practice? no way. he’d get frustrated at the crying, completely avoid diaper duty, and his short fuse would make him a disaster in a real parenting role. he’d absolutely end up teaching them wildly inappropriate things, like how to throw a punch before they could even tie their shoes, or telling them about his kills like it’s a funny story. so while he doesn’t hate the thought of kids, he’s not actively seeking it out, afterall that would mean sex. . . and sex is gross. 👎👎
𝓖 = gentle (how soft are they physically and emotionally? how careful are they with people’s feelings?)
my beautiful princess isn’t gentle in the slightest. physically he’s stronger than he seems, and doesn’t hesitate, he’ll grab, move, or shove you aside if he thinks it’s necessary. emotionally, he’s brutally honest to the point of being cruel, and he doesn’t censor his reactions or hide his judgments. if he thinks something looks stupid, he’ll say it. he cannot read tone well and assumes you can take it because he can. he can’t soothe people, can’t sugarcoat, and can’t console.
𝓗 = hugs (how often do they hug? what kind of hugs do they give?)
hates touch in general, so hugs are rare and usually happen only when he’s either upset, shaken, or intensely relieved. when he does hug it’s all-or-nothing, he’ll wrap you up in a tight, almost bear-like squeeze that leaves you a little breathless but also secure. he doesn’t linger with soft touches; it’s abrupt, intense, and over relatively quickly. outside of those instances he avoids casual touches entirely, and you learn to read the tension in his body as the signal for when he actually wants closeness.
𝓘 = i love you (how quickly or slowly would they say it? do they say it seriously or casually?)
would say it casually, almost like he’s checking off a box. he knows it’s expected in a relationship, so he blurts it out at odd, hyper, excitable moments. it’s playful and erratic rather than tender, and it doesn’t necessarily carry the weight most people attach to it. the delivery is always high-energy, fast-talking, and chaotic, and you learn to take it as his version of affection rather than a traditional expression of love.
𝓙 = jealousy (how prone are they to jealousy? how do they act when they feel threatened?)
insanely prone to jealousy. it hits fast and hard. he pouts, huffs, and mutters under his breath, trying to prove that no one else could possibly measure up to him. he makes pointed little remarks about how you should pay attention to him, how he’s the “better” one, how they don’t understand you like he does. he’ll hover closer, watch interactions with sharp eyes, and outright follow you around. it’s messy and childish. he doesn’t hide his feelings, but he also doesn’t know how to express them beyond making sure you can see he’s upset.
𝓚 = kisses (what are their kisses like? favorite spots to kiss you, favorite spots to be kissed?)
impulsive, jagged, and intense. he doesn’t linger in a soft, romantic way. mostly they’re quick, like he’s claiming you for a second before letting go. he likes to kiss your forehead when he’s proud of you or wants to show you he’s watching, or he’ll press a chipper kiss to your cheek when he’s happy. when it comes to being kissed he’s indifferent on physical preference; he tolerates it if you want to kiss him, but it’s never what he initiates.
𝓛 = lying (how good are they at lying? do they lie to you?)
do not let him cook. 🗣️🔥 terrible at lying. he tries but it’s so obvious, his tone is always the same when he lies, and he’ll overcompensate with unbelievable details big time. he sometimes lies to you, mostly about small things like where he’s been, what he’s been doing, what he and peacemaker did last night, or “i didn’t notice that” type stuff, but it never sticks. you always catch it immediately, which frustrates him because he genuinely thinks he’s clever. it’s painfully obvious.
𝓜 = mornings (how do they behave at the start of the day? do they need coffee, quiet, chaos?)
adrian is groggy when he first wakes up, slow to process the world, but as soon as he’s out of bed he snaps back to his usual chirpy self. talks fast, bounces around, asks a million questions, and continues on like nothing happened. his processing is just delayed, he might forget where he put something for a second or pause mid-sentence. he tolerates any soft morning affection for a moment but quickly moves back into his constant motion, constant chatter mode.
𝓝 = nights (how do they spend their evenings with you?)
doesn’t really have a winding-down mode, so evenings with him aren’t quiet. he’ll spend the night buzzing around you with energy, wanting to do whatever you’re doing. he’ll chatter constantly, because nighttime feels like the perfect hour to share every random thought or story he forgot to tell you during the day. sometimes he’ll decide that night is exactly when you two should practice fighting moves, or he’ll show up in his vigilante suit and be like, “wanna come with me on patrol? it’ll be fun.”
𝓞 = openness (how soon and how much do they reveal about themselves? gradual or all at once?)
unusually open about almost everything, except for his secret identity, but since we’re assuming you already know that it’s like he doesn’t have filters. he talks about his thoughts, plans, history, fears, and interests in bursts, sometimes rambling or jumping from topic to topic, sometimes trailing off mid-story to chase a tangent. he drops details about his past or his darker impulses little by little. he’ll brag, confess, and overshare all at once, but the “big picture” of who he is comes gradually, scattered across weeks or months. if you ask direct questions, he answers bluntly, but often he’ll reveal new things spontaneously.
𝓟 = patience (how easily irritated or calm are they? how do they respond under stress?)
adrian’s patience is . . . situational. he’s not quick to lose his temper, but he has very little tolerance for certain things. when he’s irritated he doesn’t explode, he simmers. he’ll act like nothing is wrong, but his passive-aggressive side comes out in pointed comments or sly remarks meant to needle you without outright confrontation. you can always tell by the way his brow furrows, his jaw tightens, or the corners of his mouth twitch in a pout. under stress, he can hyperfocus on whatever has caught his attention. he rarely snaps verbally, but his disapproval is palpable.
𝓠 = quirks (unique little habits or oddities they have that make them them?)
does shadow puppets on walls during stakeouts. and he blurts out wildly personal facts about himself at the worst times.
𝓡 = remembering (how well do they recall details about you? favorite memories or moments?)
remembers everything about you, sometimes in ways that are almost unsettling. he clings to details because that’s how his brain processes love, cataloguing you like his favorite comic book. his favorite memories are always the mundane ones too, not the “big” moments, like the time you laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe, or when you both ate cold pizza on the floor after a mission, or the first time you killed someone together.
𝓢 = security (how protective are they physically, emotionally, or socially? how do they react to threats?)
extremely protective, but in his own way. physically he’s always ready to jump into danger if it means keeping you safe, even if the threat is ten times bigger than him. emotionally though, he’s a mess; he doesn’t know how to comfort or reassure, so his version of “emotional protection” is mostly check-ins, hovering, and accidentally insensitive remarks. socially he’s not smooth at all, if someone talks down to you or threatens you he’ll just straight up say something unhinged, aggressive, or embarrassing in public without caring how it looks. threats don’t scare him, they just flip a switch where he goes from annoying chatterbox to killer in half a second.
𝓣 = trust (how easily do they trust someone? do they test loyalty or believe instantly?)
trusts people way too easily, almost to a fault. he doesn’t really test anyone’s loyalty because the second you give him even a shred of kindness or attention, he just believes you’re solid forever. if he does get suspicious, it’s usually of the wrong people, he’ll doubt someone harmless while blindly trusting someone sketchy. most of the time though, he just goes off whatever peacemaker thinks; if peacemaker says someone’s good, then in adrian’s mind, they’re good, no further questions.
𝓤 = unflattering habits (what are some bad habits, annoying traits, or pet peeves they have?)
interrupting constantly. he’ll cut you off mid-sentence because his brain already made a connection and he has to blurt it out before he loses it. he also has no sense of boundaries whatsoever. adrian doesn’t register certain social lines. he’ll go through your texts, walk into the bathroom while you’re using it because he “needs to tell you something real quick,” or rifle through your stuff without realizing it’s invasive. he hates being ignored, being told to “calm down,” and people not laughing at his jokes. if you laugh late or don’t laugh at all, he’ll keep repeating the joke louder until you react.
𝓥 = vanity (how concerned are they with their appearance, style, or image?)
doesn’t care about his appearance or style in the slightest. he’s completely indifferent to what other people think of how he looks. clothes are functional, grooming is minimal, and he wears whatever’s convenient. he doesn’t buy into image or fashion, doesn’t check mirrors for approval, and doesn’t care about trends.
𝓦 = weird (quirky behaviors or odd little things they do that make them unique?)
has this incredible ability to make weird things weirder by trying to cover them up. if he’s caught doing something suspicious, the lie he blurts out is always ten times worse than just telling the truth. like someone asked why he was dressed in black at night and he cheerfully invited them to his neighbor’s bird’s funeral and acted like that was a reasonable event. he’s not good at lying, but he’s committed, so he doubles down and digs himself deeper into the bizarre.
𝓧 = xtra (fun fact?)
unapologetic pokémon nerd. knows all the evolutions, can rattle off type advantages, and definitely has strong opinions about team composition. he’ll corner you to explain why gengar is underrated or why charizard is overhyped. he plays every game obsessively, sometimes to the point of neglecting other responsibilities, and will absolutely try to rope you into co-op battles or shiny hunting marathons. if you mention even the tiniest detail, like saying you think a pokémon looks cute, he’ll immediately go on a tangent about its lore, stats, and battle strategies.
𝓨 = youthfulness (how playful, spontaneous, or silly are they? do they keep a youthful energy?)
basically the definition of arrested development; he has the energy and mindset of someone perpetually stuck in their teens or early twenties. wildly playful and spontaneous, always wanting to make jokes, pull ridiculous stunts, or drag you into some half-baked idea he swears will be “fun.” he never lost that childlike thrill for dumb humor, he’ll laugh at fart jokes and try to sword fight with broom handles in the middle of the kitchen. he’s impulsive in a way that feels innocent, he genuinely doesn’t process how chaotic he looks to everyone else. his youthfulness shows up in his inability to sit still, his obsession with nerdy hobbies like video games and comics, and the way he talks about things he loves with full, unfiltered enthusiasm.
𝓩 = zzz (sleep patterns—how do they sleep, what’s their routine, and do they snore or toss and turn?)
doesn’t really have a routine; sometimes he crashes out at 9pm, other nights he’s wired until 4am. when he does sleep, it’s restless, he snores, shifts constantly, and sometimes talks in his sleep. he’s the type to sprawl across the bed without realizing it, stealing the blanket or kicking it off entirely. on nights where he’s especially restless, he’ll stay up and keep himself busy, organizing his stuff, pacing, or even trying to watch tv quietly but ending up laughing way too loud. despite all of this, he somehow still wakes up with that same chirpy energy, like he wasn’t tossing around for hours. if you share space with him, you get used to his unpredictable sleep schedule, and you might even catch him sitting up half-asleep muttering about a “giant charizard fight” before collapsing back down again.
★ a / n : MORE MOVIE FOR U….. i hope this is okay, i tried something new and im still not sure how i feel about this 😢. i’ve never done an alphabet before …
Dom!Jimmy is not the cuddly type right away. He’ll keep you pinned a moment longer, make you feel that he’s still in control, then lazily wipe you down with a smirk. Giving a slap or two on your ass to make you move.
“Ya did good for me, baby. Don’t forget who ye belong to.”
Sub!Jimmy is clingy as hell. He’ll curl into you immediately, arms around your waist, whining if you try to move. Whether you're inside him or he's inside you, it would take a crane to get him off you. Stroke his hair or trace his chest 'cause he needs reassurance after he’s been broken down.
“Don’t go yet, I need ya here. Just… hold me, alright?”
B — Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Dom!Jimmy is obsessed with your throat. He loves the sight of his ringed hand wrapped around it, the sound of your voice breaking when he squeezes just enough. He’ll thumb at your jaw, force your head back so he can see your face while he takes you, savoring every gasp and choked moan like proof that you belong to him.
“Did ye said something, baby girl? Can't hear ya.”
Sub!Jimmy loves your thighs. He’ll bury his face between them, nuzzling and kissing like he can’t get enough, his breath hot and desperate against your skin. When you don’t let him have more, he’ll rut against them instead, grinding himself into your flesh with needy whimpers. His hands cling to your legs as if they’re his lifeline, squeezing and stroking, begging silently to be held there forever—trapped, smothered, and owned by the weight of you.
“Fuck, baby, don’t close ‘em, let me stay a wee bit more.”
C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Dom!Jimmy is possessive—he has to finish inside you, driving in deep until every drop is buried. The mess that follows only fuels him more; he’ll press his fingers between your folds, gather what leaks out, and smear it across your skin like proof of ownership. He makes you watch, makes you see yourself painted in him, murmuring that you’re his and no one else will ever have you like this.
Sub!Jimmy becomes incredibly needy and is dying to see you covered in his seed. Your face, mouth, stern, in or by your pussy. He doesn't particularly care if you're full of it. He also likes to personally clean you from the mess he made with his own mouth.
D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Dom!Jimmy is fantasized about fucking you where you shouldn’t— in a church with the lights burning down, on his throne, even in front of others just to prove you’re his. The thought of bending you over a bench while the Jimmies waits outside, or taking you against a wall of a house you found during your journey, with the echo of your cries mixing with the empty rooms, makes his cock ache. It’s the risk, the danger, but more than that—it’s ownership. He wants you marked where anyone could walk in and see, wants the world to know you belong to him. The more forbidden it is, the harder he gets.
Sub!Jimmy secretly craves being degraded—called weak, pathetic, useless—because it strips away the armor he wears every day. Behind the snarl, the posturing, the “cult leader” front, there’s a part of him that aches to be torn down. To be made small. He’ll never admit it willingly—his pride won’t let him—but when pushed, when you whisper venom into his ear while he’s trembling under you, something in him shatters in the sweetest way. He gets hard from the humiliation, from the way you peel away his power and leave him exposed, needy, ruined. And the worst part? He loves it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Dom!Jimmy is very experienced—he knows exactly what he’s doing, how to work your body until you’re crying from overstimulation. Every move is calculated, planned, like he’s rehearsed it a thousand times before. He knows when to edge you, when to let you fall apart, and when to deny you altogether just to make you beg. His arrogance in bed isn’t baseless—he’s put the practice in, and he’ll remind you of it every time you fall apart under him.
Sub!Jimmy tries to act experienced, but the moment you flip the script he’s clumsy and needy. His bravado cracks fast when he’s the one spread out, his body betraying him with every twitch and whimper. The lack of control shows he hasn’t been on the receiving end much—he doesn’t know how to handle being unraveled, and it drives him insane. The more he realizes how unprepared he is to be handled, the harder he gets, his inexperience making him desperate for more.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Dom!Jimmy prefers anything that lets him see your face—he needs to watch every flicker of expression, every gasp, every tear but also had control like The Pretzel Dip, V is for Victory etc. Mating Press with your legs pinned back is his favorite: it forces you open, leaves you helpless, and gives him the perfect angle to thrust deep while staring straight into your eyes. He also loves bending you anywhere on a belly flop position, one hand in your hair and the other on your hip, so he can see your back muscles working as he thrusts into you. The control of having you fully exposed drives him wild.
Sub!Jimmy still wants to see your face—but for a different reason. He craves the reassurance, the intimacy of locking eyes when he’s the one unraveling. If he's the one receiving, he’ll cling to you in missionary, legs trembling around your waist, cheeks flushed as he moans openly. If he's the one giving, he loves to watch you ride him in a cowgirl position or squeeze and suck your tits in a Lazy Man position. The vulnerability of being seen when he’s breaking apart only makes it hotter.
“Fuckin' majestic...don't stop. Use me, baby!”
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Dom!Jimmy is mouthy with sharp arrogance. He doesn’t just dominate with his body, he dominates with his words. While he’s got you pinned beneath him, he’ll taunt, mock, and laugh at every little sound you make. “That’s it? That’s all ye can take? Pathetic.” He thrives on provoking, dragging you deeper with every cruel phrase. He’s smug, cocky, the kind who smirks when you glare at him, only to shove you down harder. Even when you fight back, he eats it up, daring you to resist so he can break you again. Arrogant, cruel, and intoxicating, Jimmy talks as good as he fucks, and he doesn’t shut up until you’re too fucked up to reply.
Sub!Jimmy is a bit different when the roles flip—he’s bratty, sarcastic but still mouthy. Even while gasping for breath or trembling under your touch, he’ll spit out little quips between moans: “Ohhh, yeah, real scary—what, ye gonna spank me harder or just keep talkin’?” He loves pushing your buttons, testing how far he can go before you snap. But no matter how much he mouths off, it always ends the same: he caves, melts, and begs when you finally put him in his place.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Dom!Jimmy is hairy down there and doesn't give a fuck if you are either. he has no hair on his chest or back. He hurt himself once cutting them with a knife or a razor blade, so he doesn't tend to cut them flush anymore, but he does trim them. He loves it when you take him deep or play with his balls. He wouldn't want a few long hairs to end up in your throat and interrupt everything.
Sub!Jimmy is like his dom version, hairy down there but tidy. He doesn’t care if you’re shaved smooth, trimmed, or completely natural. What drives him wild is you—your taste, your scent, your heat. He secretly gets off on it, burying his face shamelessly between your thighs and inhaling like he’s starving. The musk, the salt, the raw reality of it all makes him rut against the sheets or your leg without even meaning to.
What makes it worse—better—is how little pride he has left in those moments. Jimmy Crystal, the ruthless tycoon, reduced to nuzzling and whining, pressing his nose deeper, grinding like a desperate mutt. He’ll murmur into your skin, voice muffled and needy: “Fuck, ye smell so good… can’t—can’t get enough…” And when you tug his hair or hold him there, he shivers like he’s being blessed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
With Dom!Jimmy, intimacy is never soft—it’s power laced in tenderness. After he’s broken you down—whether with his cock, his hand, or his words—he’s the one to gather you up, but not in the way most would expect. He’ll stroke your cheek while you’re still shaking, the pads of his fingers brushing over tear-stained skin. The touch feels gentle, but the weight behind it is heavy—reminding you he’s the reason you’re in that state. Sometimes he’ll lean in, kiss your tears as if claiming them, tongue tasting the salt with a satisfied hum.
“Good girl, takin' it like a champ.”
With Sub!Jimmy, intimacy is desperation. He craves closeness like oxygen, and when he’s falling apart under your touch, it shows in every trembling line of his body.
He’ll beg for your mouth, chasing sloppy, breathless kisses even when he can barely keep his eyes open. He clings like he’s afraid you’ll disappear—fingers digging into your back, thighs or hands wrapped around your hips, trying to hold you against him as if letting go would mean losing everything.
Praise is his lifeline. When you tell him he’s good, beautiful, yours, he melts.
“Say it again…” he begs, barely coherent, “tell me I’m yer good boy.”
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Dom!Jimmy hates admitting it, but sometimes he has to. He rarely touches himself— doesn’t like the idea of settling for his hand when he could be using you instead. To him, jerking off feels beneath him, a poor substitute for what he thinks he deserves.
But when he’s pent up and you’re not around, he’ll give in. Always impatient, he doesn’t waste time—spits in his palm or drags lotion across his cock, then fists himself hard and fast, chasing that brutal edge. His jaw clenches, teeth grinding, and the whole time his mind is flooded with images of you—squirming under his weight, crying when he pushes too deep, begging for mercy he won’t give.
He grips himself almost too tight, pumping until his thighs shake and his chest heaves. There’s no gentleness—he treats himself the way he’d treat you, punishing strokes, rough and relentless. When he finally comes, it’s messy, spilling across his abs or chest in thick ropes, his breath ragged, muttering curses like he’s angry at himself for giving in.
Sub!Jimmy does it more often than he’ll ever admit—his cocky pride makes him pretend he doesn’t need it, but when he’s alone, he can’t help himself. He drags it out, teasing himself with slow strokes, thumb circling the head until his hips twitch. He likes the torment, likes to imagine you looming over him, denying him permission.
He’ll edge himself again and again, getting needy, breath catching, muttering your name under his breath like a prayer. Eventually the frustration gets to him—he whines, thrusts up into his own fist, panting and shaking as if you were there holding him down.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Dom!Jimmy
Breeding kink : He gets off on finishing inside you every time, no exceptions. Watching his cum drip out of you is his proof, his signature scrawled deep in your body. The thought that you might carry something of him, even symbolically, makes him feral. He’ll hold your hips still, grind deeper, and mutter about stuffing you so full you’ll never forget who owns you.
Control / Degradation : Power is Jimmy’s favorite drug. He wants you helpless beneath him, wrists bound or pinned, tears streaking while he laughs low in your ear. The nastier the names, the better—slut, whore, sinner—he weaponizes words to break you down until you believe it. It’s not just about control of your body, but your mind.
Religious corruption : Few things make him harder than dragging sin into holy ground. The very act of fucking where you shouldn’t, beneath an altar or statue, is intoxicating for him. He’ll sneer scripture between thrusts, twist prayers into filth, make you beg while icons loom overhead. To him, it’s the ultimate conquest: desecrating purity with lust, proving that even divinity bows to his desire.
Sub!Jimmy
Choking / Being manhandled : nothing unravels him faster than your hand around his throat. The loss of control, the weight of your dominance—it makes his cock twitch before you’ve even moved. When you ride him hard, pressing him down like he’s yours to use, he goes glassy-eyed with need. Every bruise on his neck feels like a brand, a reminder that he’s been claimed.
Mommy/Daddy Issues : He craves that parental authority, someone who sees through his mouthy façade and reminds him he’s still small, still needy, still dependent cause his parents wasn't there with him during his grown up. The wildest part is how he clings after—burying his face in your chest, whining for praise, desperate to be soothed. Jimmy doesn’t just want to be fucked—he wants to be kept, owned completely, like a needy child desperate for their parent’s approval.
Edging / Denial : Few things undo him like being brought to the brink and denied. He’ll writhe, whimper, even cry if you keep him teetering, hips jerking helplessly for more. His pride shatters with every “not yet” from your lips. But when you finally let him go? The release is violent, messy, his whole body seizing as if you’ve stolen his soul. It’s agony turned bliss, and he’ll beg you to do it again.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Dom!Jimmy thrives on danger. Ruined buildings, woods, the hood of a car left to rust in the middle of nowhere—if it’s unsafe, it excites him. He gets off on the thrill of knowing someone couldwalk in, or worse, that an infected might growl near you. The risk makes him rougher, hungrier, as if every thrust might be the last before the world ends around you.
He grabs you roughly in the face, distracting you from the beast scratching at the dirty car window. "Keep yer fucked eyes on me, bonnie. Don't let it distract ye."
Sub!Jimmy pretends he needs privacy, insisting on tucked-away spaces like the dusty bed of an abandoned cabin, or a basement hidden beneath rubble. But the moment you push him outside that comfort zone—pressing him against a tree, or straddling him where the moonlight leaves him exposed—he flushes crimson. He’ll whine, cover his face, tell you it’s wrong, dangerous…but his cock betrays him, straining harder with every ounce of shame.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
For Dom!Jimmy nothing winds him up like your resistance. A spit in his face, nails raking his chest, or even a sharp “no”—it fuels him, flips a switch, and he’ll prove you wrong. Your defiance transforms sex into conquest, a war he intends to win until you’re begging. And once he hears those pleas, once you’re weak under him, he's satisfied. Watching you crack, needy and pliant, is his greatest turn-on.
For Sub!Jimmy it’s all in the command. A firm grip on his jaw, a hard slap, or words spat like venom—“look at me,” “stay,” “don’t you dare cum.” He lives for that authority. Dirty talk makes him shiver, but strict orders leave him undone. The more you deny him, the more you make him work for it, the more he melts—submissive, obedient, desperate to please.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
To Dom!Jimmy, the idea of sharing you makes his blood boil—he won’t tolerate another hand on you. You’re his possession, his trophy, his prey. Watching while he owns you is allowed, touching is not. If anyone else even tries, he’ll snap, violent and territorial. His lust is jealous, and he won’t dilute it.
Sub!Jimmy has line he won’t cross, even in his weakest moments. He can take degradation, name-calling, and rough treatment—but if you ever made him feel like he didn’t matter at all? Like he was disposable or unloved as you truly mean it? That would break him. He needs cruelty laced with care, humiliation softened by the knowledge that you still want him. Without that balance, it stops being sexy and cuts too deep.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Dom!Jimmy loves the power of receiving. For him, it’s not just about the wet heat of your mouth but about the control—the sight of you choking around him, the sound of gagged breaths and spit dripping down your chin. His hand stays tangled in your hair, guiding you, forcing you to take more than you think you can. He’ll hold you there just long enough for panic to flash before he lets you gasp, smirking at your tears. Going down on you? He’ll do it when he wants, not when you ask. And when he does, it’s to watch you break apart, to know he’s the one making you writhe and cry out. It’s an indulgence for him, not a service.
His cock drives into the back of your throat, the sudden depth forcing out a strangled gag. Your instinct is to pull back, your nails digging into his thighs as your body protests. But Jimmy’s hand knots tighter in your hair, yanking you down again until your nose is crushed against the coarse brush of his pubic hair. "Don't ye dare, lamb. Ye'll take everything I give ye."
Sub!Jimmy is absolutely obsessed with giving. Your thighs are his second temple, and he’ll bury his face between them like he needs you to breathe. Hours could pass with him licking, sucking, whimpering while you grind down on his tongue. Receiving, though, is another story. He blushes hard, whines that it’s too much. But the moment you praise him—tell him how good he tastes, how perfect his cock is in your mouth—he relax. He’ll moan shamelessly, hips twitching, rutting into your throat with tears in his eyes. He cums embarrassingly fast under that kind of attention.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Dom!Jimmy is relentless. He pounds into you with the kind of force that rattles through your bones, every thrust calculated to bruise and claim. There’s no slow build—he takes what he wants, hard and merciless, until you’re clawing at him for air. He thrives on the sound of the bed slamming against the wall, the slap of skin, your cries breaking into sobs. And he doesn’t stop when you beg—if anything, your tears make him go harder, prolonging it until you’re trembling, overstimulated, broken open for him.
Sub!Jimmy is quite similar but more messy, chaotic, inconsistent. When he’s desperate, his thrusts are fast and sloppy, hips jerking like he can’t control himself. He chases his release without rhythm, whining every time he slips out or can’t keep pace with you. But when you’re the one in charge—riding him or pistoning him, setting the tempo—he tries to follow, tries to match you. He can’t hold out for long under control like that. If you edge him, he gets frantic, his pace stuttering as he begs for release. Sometimes he’ll even still completely, letting you use him however you want, because the act of surrender is hotter than any rhythm he could find on his own.
Your hips slam down over and over, and Jimmy’s head falls back against the pillow, throat straining as he gasps. His hands flutter uselessly at your thighs, caught between wanting to push you down harder and begging you to stop.
“F-fuck—slow down, darlin’—please…” he whimpers, voice cracking, cock twitching inside you. His hips buck messily, trying to meet your pace, but he can’t keep rhythm, every thrust sloppy and desperate. Sweat beads along his brow, and he bites his lip, whining when you don’t relent.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
For Dom!Jimmy quickies are his bread and butter. He doesn’t need candles or soft music—just your body and an excuse to take you right there. The rush of urgency excites him, makes him even rougher. He likes the idea that he can’t wait, that his desire for you is so overwhelming he has to have you immediately, no matter where. It’s raw, primal, and he thrives on the mess of it—your clothes half-on, his belt still hanging loose, the world outside forgotten.
For Sub!Jimmy, quickies aren’t his favorite. He wants attention, he wants to be teased and spoiled, stretched out and edged until he’s begging. A rushed encounter feels too much like being used—and while that can be hot in its own way, it leaves him unsatisfied if it ends too quickly. That said, if you grab him by the collar of his tracksuit, whisper “Bend over—now,” he’s already half-hard before you finish. He pouts, he whines about how unfair it is, but his body betrays him every time. The shame of being taken so fast, with no buildup, leaves him trembling and sensitive, often cumming embarrassingly quick. And if you deny him release after such a quickie? He’ll be restless, needy, desperate for you to finish what you started later.
R = Roleplay (the kind of scenario or roles he'd get off on)
Dom!Jimmy'd get off hard on priest/confessor corruption—forcing you to confess your sins to him while he plays the holy man who redeems you fucking you hard. He also loves master/slave dynamics; he punishing you for not following his rules, bending you over anything and spanking you. He gets aroused by the drama, the ritual of it all. Roleplay is just another way for him to use intimidation, and that twisted sense of intimacy where you’re both terrified and addicted.
Roleplay for Sub!Jimmy scratches his deepest cravings. He loves being degraded into the pet or plaything, forced into obedience he pretends to resist. He gets off on being the one captured—stripped of his weapons, tied up, and used however you see fit. His protests are theatrical: sarcastic lines, eye-rolls, mocking your dominance. But the more you push, the more his façade crumbles, until he’s whining “please” through gritted teeth. Roleplay lets him explore his craving for humiliation without admitting it outright. Every script you play out peels away another layer of his false bravado, leaving him exposed, trembling, and yours.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Dom!Jimmy doesn’t waste energy on half-hearted sex. When he takes you, it’s an ordeal—long and drawn out. A single round with him leaves you boneless, clawing at the sheets or the cold floor, shaking from overstimulation. He doesn’t stop until you’re hoarse. He’s not about racking up numbers; his satisfaction comes from completely wrecking you in one session. If he’s particularly wound up, he’ll take you again after a short pause, but his focus is always on making sure you feel owned for hours afterward. He wants you limping, marked, unable to think of anything but him. Quality over quantity—but his definition of quality is absolute destruction.
For Sub!Jimmy stamina is a joke. The moment you flip the power dynamic—tease him, deny him, or order him—he’s already trembling and on edge. He’ll cum fast, sometimes within minutes if you’ve been edging him beforehand. But unlike his dom side, he doesn’t want to burn out in one swoop. The second he cums, he’s hard again, rutting desperately against your thigh, whining for more, begging for permission to keep going. His body won’t quit, even when his face is flushed and his thighs shake. He’s like a mutt in heat—sloppy, needy, unable to pace himself—depending entirely on you to decide when enough is enough.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
The apocalypse doesn’t leave much room for polished silicone or boutique bondage gear, but Dom!Jimmy doesn’t need them. He’s resourceful. Belts, rope, even an old chain can become restraints in his hands. A knife pressed flat against your skin, the cold edge of a bullet casing dragged along your thigh—he makes do with whatever he has, and he enjoys it. Improvised gags or makeshift spreader bars add to the thrill: the danger, the roughness, the reminder that you’re under his control no matter what. He likes the creativity of it, the way he can turn survival tools into instruments of pleasure and torment. To him, it’s proof that dominance isn’t about the toys—it’s about how he uses them on you.
Toys make Sub!Jimmy weak. Bind him, restrain him and his thighs trembling before you even touch him. A vibrator pressed to the head of his cock while you deny him release reduces him to a mess of broken pleas. He squirms, fights against the ropes, whines for mercy—but his cock leaks harder the longer you keep him on edge. Makeshift toys turn him on just as much as the real thing: a belt tying his wrists, a gag stuffed between his lips, even your boot pressing him down. He secretly craves being nothing more than a toy himself—used, overstimulated, left shaking until you decide he’s had enough.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Dom!Jimmy loves holding you on the edge, dragging his cock just against your entrance without pushing in, or pulling out when you’re seconds away from climax. He’ll taunt you with a cruel smile, making you say exactly what you want, how badly you need it, before giving you anything.
Sometimes he’ll edge you three or four times, making you cry from frustration, only to reward you with a brutal pounding that leaves you sobbing from release.
“Drippin’ all over me, and I haven’t even given ye ma dick yet.” He presses in just the tip, pulls back when your breath hitches, laughing when you whimper in protest.
You claw at his arms, arching desperately, and he only tightens his grip. “Nah, sweetheart. Ye don’t cum until I say so.”
Your voice cracks, words spilling out in broken pleas, and only then does he slam forward, burying himself to the hilt. The brutal rhythm that follows rips sobs from your throat, release crashing over you so hard it hurts.
Sub!Jimmy loses his mind with teasing, he will whine that you’re being cruel, hips jerking up helplessly toward your hand. But the truth is, he prospers on it. When you pull back right before he cums, he gets even harder, his whole body shaking with desperation. His pouts are genuine, but so is the way his cock leaks when you deny him. He’ll clutch at you, mumbling half-coherent pleas, sometimes even cursing you through gritted teeth—yet he never truly wants you to stop.
“F–fuck! Ye're cruel,” he whines, hips jerking up helplessly, chasing the friction you refuse to give. His voice cracks into something between a sob and a growl, teeth gritted, but the flush on his cheeks betrays him. “Please, I can’t—don’t do this—”
You watch him squirm, body shaking, his hands clutching at the sheets like a drowning man. And yet, when you stroke him again, a sadistic smile on your face, he moans louder than before.
“Blood hell,” he gasps, eyes blind as he clings to you. “Ye’re gonna kill me one day…”
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Dom!Jimmy isn’t silent, but his sounds are cautious. Deep groans that vibrate against your skin, growls in your ear, the sharp hiss of breath when you clench around him.
Sometimes he whispers filth into your ear just to hear the way your breathing stutters. Rarely does he lose control enough to scream; instead, his volume builds with his thrusts, ending in a guttural roar when he cums. His goal is to make you hear, without a doubt, how much he enjoys owning you but without losing his control.
Sub!Jimmy is a mess. The kind of sub who can’t keep quiet no matter how hard he tries. Every thrust rips another whimper, moan, or gasp from him, his voice cracking when he’s close. Push him hard enough, and he squeals—high, cute, broken sounds. He babbles shamelessly, sometimes begging, sometimes praising, sometimes cursing you for driving him so far. His throat goes raw quickly, but he doesn’t stop. Just like his dominant self, his voice also grows in intensity and power as he gets closer to orgasm and he continues moaning for a while afterward.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
For Dom!Jimmy, marking you is non-negotiable. Hickeys that bloom dark along your throat, bruises on your hips from his grip, teeth bites on your thighs—every mark is a trophy to him. He wants you sore the next day.
He relishes the thought of someone else noticing a bruise and you instantly remembering whose hands left it. Sometimes, he’ll make a game of it—biting along your collarbone until you yelp, then laughing low against your skin, promising to leave one in every place you can’t hide. In his mind, the more visible the claim, the better. It’s his twisted version of romance: you don’t get flowers, you get handprints that ache for days.
Sub!Jimmy gets off harder when you don’t even touch him directly. Making him watch while you use a toy on yourself, or holding him down so he can only feel your heat grazing him, leaves him rutting the air with tears in his eyes. The realization that you don’t need him, not choosing to use him, pushes him over the edge.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Both versions of Jimmy share the same undeniable weapon: thick. That’s always the first impression. He isn’t monstrously long—around 6 to 6.5 inches—but the girth is what makes him unforgettable. His shaft is uncut, heavy, veins ridging along the length in a way that makes your fingers itch to trace them. When he’s hard, the sheer width makes you gasp, a stretch that borders on painful until your body adjusts. The head is broad and flushed a deep pink that darkens the longer he’s edged.
Dom!Jimmy knows how intimidating his cock looks, and he uses it mercilessly. He’ll slap it against your lips, drag it over your skin, and smirk when you squirm at the thought of taking all of him. He loves pushing in slowly, forcing you to feel every ridge until you’re clawing at him to just move.
Sub!Jimmy, though, gets flustered by it. He knows he’s big, but when you comment on it, he doesn't know what to do. He squirms if you make him sit still while you stroke or suck him, whining about how you didn't have to get used to it while his cock leaks helplessly. He doesn't want to hurt you, so seeing your face distort when you take him in, make him feels bad. But then your body accepts it completely every time and he quickly forgets the rest.
Your lips stretch wide around him, throat straining as you take him deeper, and Jimmy’s whole body jolts. His hand shoots down, fingers brushing your hair, trembling.
“Shit—baby, I’m sorry—” his voice breaks, panicked, as you choke softly around his cock. “I don’t—yer mouth’s too small fer me, ain’t it?”
He squirms beneath you, thighs tense, hips rocking up despite his guilt. His cock leaks against your tongue, every instinct screaming at him to let you keep going.
“Don’t—don’t force it, darlin’, please—I don’t wanna hurt ya,” he stammers, but when you look up at him with watery eyes and keep swallowing, his apology dissolves into a helpless whimper.
“Jesus Christ… you’re takin’ me—yer really takin’ me…”
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Dom!Jimmy's drive is relentless, like a hunger that never truly fades. Even after one rough round, his eyes linger on you, plotting when he’ll take you again. A brush of skin, your scent, even your defiance is enough to set him off. It’s not just lust, it’s compulsion. You’ll feel it in the way he watches you, always half-hard, always on edge, ready to drag you away the second he gets the chance.
For Sub!Jimmy, it’s less calculated and more desperate. His sex drive runs just as hot, but it shows in neediness. He’ll rut against you in his sleep, wake up already hard, pout when you don’t touch him. He gets embarrassed by how often he wants you, muttering excuses, but when you tease him about it he melts into shameless begging. His yearning is clumsy, boyish —he craves you all the time and can’t hide it.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Dom!Jimmy doesn’t crash right away. After sex, he lingers—smoking, taking drugs, running a lazy hand over your body. Only when he’s satisfied he finally doze off, usually with one arm possessively over you. Big spoon, btw.
Sub!Jimmy is the opposite—once he’s spent, he collapses fast. A few weak murmurs, a shiver, then he’s out cold against your chest, breathing uneven but peaceful. He clings even in sleep, only by snuggling against your chest or on your lap.
Wsp children I’m backk, so sorry I died😔 I’m back to feed yall once again bc I’m just so awesome😛 Warning: mentions of violence, cursing, idk 🐴 NOT PROOF READ 🙏
( A ) Affection - How affectionate are they?
Vance is definitely affectionate but in his own way. Instead of cute nicknames or kind words, he invites you to participate in activities he would usually do alone, like going to the Grab ‘N Go to watch him play pinball. Or opening up about more personal things like his interests or home life. Though, as you get closer, he would be more open to the “normal” couple stuff.
( B ) Beauty - what do they admire most about you? What do they think is your best feature?
Vance definitely loves your eyes and your hair.
Like I mentioned a million times before, Vance struggles with expressing his emotions (especially verbally) so I totally see him just staring into your eyes whenever you guys are together. (Even though he struggles to maintain eye contact)
He also loves playing around with your hair whenever he’s bored or when you two are cuddling. (no matter the hair type bc I said so)
( C ) Cuddles - do they like to cuddle? And if so, how?
Like many of his traits, this is something that changes over the course of him getting used to a relationship. At first he’s very defensive towards any type of physical affection but over time he gets used to it and even initiates it.
I can def see him just laying his head on your shoulder while you play with his hair or just having an arm around you 24/7.
( D ) Dreams - How do they imagine their future with you?
I don’t think Vance really thinks about the future with you that much. Not because he doesn’t love you, but because he’s more of a “live in the moment guy” he adores you and would much rather focusing on you now than worrying about what’s soon to come.
He definitely sees you guys growing old together tho
( E ) Equal - are they dominant or passive in a relationship?
I don’t think Vance would be either in a relationship. He knows some things are better done by you and some things are better done by him, and he’s perfectly fine with that. But he definitely attempts to show you how much better he is at something than you are. (He almost always fails)
( F ) Fighting - what are they like in an argument? How long does it take for them to forgive/ be forgiven?
I think it depends. He is a very reactive person and I think he understands that he has a hard time dealing with his anger (or any overwhelming feeling for that matter.) This knowledge either leads him to isolate himself to avoid lashing out on you. Or (in more cases then not) it results in the classic aggressive yelling.
Either way, he tries his best to not hold grudges, he (secretly) appreciates the connection you guys have and tries to keep things from ruining it.
You always forgive him bc who wouldn’t
( G ) Gentle - How gentle are they?
About as gentle as a brick🙏 As I mentioned before, Vance tries his absolute best to keep anything from messing up the relationship between you two so at the start of the relationship he was the absolute opposite of gentle but overtime he develops a kinder and more gentle spirit (with your help ofc.)
( H ) Honesty - do they have any secrets or are they open about everything?
Vance is a very secretive person. Not because he has anything bad to hide, but because he is simply not an open person. He’s used to keeping things to himself so it definitely takes a while before he’s able to open up. Even then, it’s not anything crazy, just little facts about the things he likes and the things that go on at home. (☹️)
( I ) I Love You - how long does it take for them to say it? How would they say it?
Like I said before, Vance shows his affection in his own way. So I think it would take a while for him to say it, not because he doesn’t love you but because in his mind being kind to you is enough to show that he loves you. Obviously he would still say it back if you say it first but it would just be rarer for him to say it first.
( J ) Jealousy - Do they get jealous? If so, how do they act?
MOST DEFFF. Vance knows (and LOVES) that most people are afraid of him. So when he finally meets someone who genuinely cares for him, he is willing to sacrifice his life for them. He also doesn’t “talk things out” like how a normal person would. Anything from a weird look to an inappropriate comment from someone else is enough to get him riled up to fight. (And he wins every time bc I said so)
( K ) Kissing - What is kissing them like? Are they a good kisser?
Vance is definitely not a good kisser. Again, he’s not used to affection so all his dating/kissing information comes from whatever movies or videos he watches and whatever stories his friends tell him and his friends are probably just as inexperienced as him.
This doesn’t make him a horrible kisser though, -and after a lot of practice (make out sessions with you) he definitely learns.
His kisses are desperate, vulnerable, and full of emotion. He kisses you as if it’s his last day on earth with you and he must savor every last bit of his time with you.
( L ) Love Confession - how do they confess their love?
If I’m being completely real, Vance is NOT the one to confess first. Like I said in the Vance hopper dating hcs, despite his whole tough guy act, he is not brave enough to confess anything to anyone so you would have to be the one to ask him out😔 but it would probably be something very simple like coming up to him at school or at the infamous Grab N Go and asking him out to a movie or whatever they were doing in the 70s
This was lowkey ass but at least I’m posting💔decided to only do half of this prompt since I didn’t know how it would turn out😔 (don’t keel me) also sorry if it makes no sense I wrote this with like no sleep 💔CONSTRUCTIVE Criticism is welcome!! But yeah yall let me know what yall think😛
author notes: hihi! This is my debut in the dc fandom!! I am confident this has been done a thousand times but this is my interpretation of Bruce. Im a Bruce Wayne yumeshipper and I love to write about him + other Batman/ DC characters ! my requests are open !! Feel free to request Bruce or other DC characters in my inbox. Mwah. 💌
A = Aftercare
Bruce is very particular about your comfort more than his both during and after sex. He carries himself with a Quiet, deliberate tenderness that you only see once the deed is done. Bruce isn’t chatty right after. He’s slow, grounded, and very present. He loves pulling you close without rushing and steady his breathing you can sync yours too. He makes sure your nervous system comes back down before anything else happens.
Bruce shows affection through doing. Before you even think about rolling out of bed, he’d have warm shower already running and clean towels laid out before you even ask. He’s gentle with his touches and enjoys massaging or moisturizing you after. It’s reverent, almost. Like he’s taking responsibility for your body being in his hands.
B = Body Part
Bruce isn’t obvious about attraction.
He’s not the type to leer or comment. What catches him is posture, confidence, how someone carries themselves, the way they move when they’re relaxed or emotional. So he’s not loudly “boobs vs booty” in the way some characters are. HOWEVER… he has a slight preference to breasts. The size does not matter but he does prefer smaller. He also has a thing for hands, especially manicured ones.
On himself, Bruce is most proud of his hands. He knows he’s muscular but his hands have both saved lives, repaired things and held you. Which is a win in his book.
C = Cum
Bruce doesn’t like a mess, so his favorite place to cum Is inside of you, or inside a condom. (Preferably raw inside of you, though.) He’s very careful and would only do that with a committed partner. He also likes cumming in your mouth, holding under your chin as he watches you swallow his big load and calling you a good girl.
D = Dirty Secret
He may or may not have caught you masturbating to him with one of the many hidden cameras he has access to inside Wayne Manor. He feels so guilty for it, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t jerk off to it a couple of times.
E = Experience
Bruce is very, VERY experienced. He knows exactly how to please you. He’s been with plenty of partners.
F = Favourite Position
Bruce loves missionary. He likes being on top of you with his weight, holding your face and kissing you. He’s very attentive and he likes to see your expressions so he can read you and make sure it feels good. While he has a lot of restraint, he is still a man and he also enjoys doggy style. His big hands coming around your waist tightly is enough to send him over the edge every time, plus he loves to smack your ass in this position.
G = Goofy
Bruce isn’t the type to giggle or laugh at all unless there’s certain circumstances. (He’s not a total hard-ass.) With sex, he tries to keep his composure just like with everything else, but he does slip up sometimes. If you were embarrassed he’d make sure you felt comfortable and would laugh with you.
H = Hair
Very well maintained. He takes very good care of himself both hygiene and hair wise. He doesn’t shave completely but the hairs are short, clean, and trimmed in a very particular way. He has no preference with you, so long as you’re clean!
I = Intimacy
Intimacy is very important to Bruce. He isn’t detached, mechanical, or purely physical during sex; for him, intimacy is the point. Physical closeness is how he stays present, anchoring himself instead of slipping into control or dissociation. He stays close the entire time, constantly seeking eye contact. He rests his forehead against yours, keeping his hands on your face, neck, or back, because he wants to feel you with him, not just beside him. He’s emotionally tuned in to every detail, reading your breathing, subtle shifts in tension, and even the quiet sounds you don’t realize you’re making, adjusting instantly if anything changes so you feel seen rather than handled. Kissing is constant and intentional, something he uses to ground himself, reassure you, and communicate what he can’t always say out loud, soft and unhurried instead of confined to the beginning or end.
J = Jerk Off
Bruce doesn’t do it since he has very good self control and needs to focus on things. Once in a blue moon he will indulge but he mostly just holds off until he can see you.
K = Kinks
I actually see Bruce as vanilla for the most part. He sleeps around and has had plenty of one-night-stands and hookups. During those times, he doesn’t do anything crazy. However once you two are committed he starts showing his kinkier side. He has a thing for lingerie, ropes/shibari, brat taming, praise, and orgasm control/denial. He’s gonna make you beg for it. Bruce has a breeding kink as well, and even though he’s got a bunch of adoptive kids + Damian already, he’d love the chance to properly have children with his beloved. The thought of having a family with you actually really gets him horny. He loves the idea of you being full and swollen with his baby. Bruce also gets off on intimacy. He needs to feel close to you.
L = Location
As I have mentioned (and will continue to) - Bruce is very private. He’d never have sex outside of Wayne Manor. It’s too risky. You could get hurt, he could have to leave abruptly and patrol etc. he also wouldn’t want to be caught by Alfred or the bat boys (even though they’ve heard it before.) inside the mansion, there’s no place that’s off limits. But, Bruce prefers to have sex in his master bedroom, the library, his office or the bat cave. (So he can try out new gadgets on you.). He’s also fucked you in the Batmobile before.
M = Motivation
Loves seeing you in lingerie, expensive dresses and nice heels. Truthfully (not to be corny) but he gets off on just seeing your face, makeup or not. He’d also be a bit more touchy if you were pregnant with his baby.
N = No
Bruce would never actually hurt you. Any marks or bruises you have will have been an accident and you better believe he would drop everything to treat you and make sure you’re okay. While he is calculated with his dominance, he wouldn’t be extremely rough either. He is also very private. The thought of someone else watching you while he makes love to you and fucks your brains out? Yeah, not happening. He isn’t into quickies either. It makes him feel like he’s taking advantage of you.
O = Oral
Bruce is more of a giver. He likes to make sure you feel good before he worries about his own pleasure. He likes when your fingers twist in his hair, pulling him as he pushes you over the edge and feels your juices spill into his mouth. He can’t deny he likes receiving head though. His hand gently in your hair, pushing you deeper as he looks into your eyes.. the sight alone of your beautiful face makes him nearly cum on the spot. Bruce eats a balanced diet, so his cum tastes really sweet. Definitely why he makes you swallow every time.
P = Pace
Bruce centres his pace around you. You like it fast? Hell fuck you fast. You like it slow? He’ll fuck you slow. His personal preference is to fuck you slow because he likes to feel everything and really savour the moment.
Q = Quickies
Nope. Not a fan. Like I mentioned above he feels like he’s using you and he needs to make sure you cum. Plus, he liked to take his time with you. The thought of being caught? Not his thing. If you convince him to have a quickie you’re gonna get a night of edging later…
R = Risk
He gambles a lot on getting you pregnant because of his breeding kink. But besides that, Bruce is not a man who takes risks. He’d never gamble on hurting you, being caught or having anything embarrassing happening to you.
S = Stamina
Assuming he has no patrolling to do, or Wayne enterprise meetings, and he has the whole day for you - he can go multiple rounds. His most is 5, but he can train and push himself to go more if you need. If it takes you a while to cum he can cold himself off for a while too. His pleasure is all about your pleasure. He’s willing to try different and complicated positions that use a lot of stamina too.
T = Toys
He has lots of toys he likes to use on you, and ropes + handcuffs too. Bruce is the type to have a remote control vibrator in you and use it at the worst and best of times. He enjoys seeing you squirm and teaching you how to be disciplined. On that topic, he has a specific bat suit he uses with lots of toys and gadgets for your pleasure. He’s fantasized of fucking you in the bat cave too, since he has a lot of ropes and chains that you could have fun with. In general, he prefers to use himself on you. But he doesn’t mind indulging once in a while. Although he insists he can make you feel as good as a vibrator..
U = Unfair
If you’ve been particularly bratty, he won’t say anything. He just gives you a look at the dinner table that screams “you’re gonna get it later.” At that point, you better expect that later on you’re getting tied up, having a vibrator on your clit while he watches and adjusts the settings on and off. It would feel so unfair. Constantly edging, constantly close to orgasming but never actually doing it. He’d be snarky after - “are you going to behave now?” And won’t stop unless you’re begging with tears in your eyes. If he’s feeling particularly unfair, he’ll turn on the vibe to a custom setting and go on patrol.
V = Volume
Bruce is quiet, and monotone during sex. You won’t hear him moan, but he’ll let out grunts and curse words under his breath. He also talks to you during sex, but not in a degrading way. “That feel good baby? Tell me how much you need my cock. I’m gonna put a baby into you.”
W = Wild Card
He has a very specific scenario in his head where he’d let you dominate him. He needs to see you in heels and lingerie he bought for you, pushing him down onto the bed in his bat suit and riding him until you milk him dry, calling him a good boy. Bonus points if you squeeze his cheeks and spit in his mouth. It’s the only time he’ll let you take control.
X = X Ray
A friend of mine in my discord shared this image with me and I haven’t been the same. Although for my personal headcannon, I see Bruce as uncut - the image is basically canon. He’s cut, veiny, and 7.5-8” (hard). He’s hung, in every aspect. You’ll definitely need a lot of prep before he fucks you silly. It’s part of the reason why he’s so attentive. He doesn’t want to hurt you or stretch you too bad.
Y = Yearning
He’s very controlled with his emotions and lust. Of course he wants to fuck every pretty person he sees, but he’s respectful enough to push those emotions aside. When he’s with you, he’s loyal and doesn’t think like that. His yearning for sex depends entirely on his day. He’s always attracted to you, so the more he’s around you the harder it is to hide his emotions and yearning.
Z = Zzz (Sleep)
Bruce has mastered the art of micro naps and having a very tedious sleep schedule. He can sleep and awaken on command, and that’s no different with sex. It all depends on the context. If you’re fucking at night, he has to patrol (usually, unless Robin can help out). In which case he’d channel his energy into that, kissing you goodnight. If it’s mid day - he might use that opportunity to take a short nap.
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