#romance headcanons

[glamorous-gargoyle]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖝 𝕱𝖊𝖒!𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖈𝖘

Note - This is totally self centered LMAO because I am a goth and I ain't never met a goth that doesn't fantasize about being a vampire

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 (𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓) 𝐱 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 - 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐜𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - ! 𝑆𝑀𝑈𝑇 !

!𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙!, 𝙉𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩

𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖍𝖈𝖘

• when you guys met he was immediately smitten

• like, as soon as you spoke in that dark, mysterious tone he was already itching to kiss you

• since your immortal and he knew you wouldn't die either he had zero hesitation making the first move

• he gifted you one of those little mouse companions that he had in the movie [:

• was absolutely mortified when you ate the little creature but he recovered

• takes you back to the wooden cabin where the old man was and makes it a new home for you two

• his love language is gift giving and physical touch (my kind of man fr)

• so protective to the point where it's a little concerning

• but can you blame him? he's been through so much and he doesn't want anything to happen to the one other person who will be with him forever

• doesn't call you his girlfriend obviously but he calls you his companion or his other half when he talks about you

• calls you my love, my dear, or anything vampire adjacent like my bat or little spider

• did NOT want you drinking his blood; he didn't know what or who he was made of and he didn't want to hurt you

• eventually he let you do it in an extremely small dose to make sure it wasn't lethal

• his blood tastes fucking gross as hell and he knows it but neither of you care

• feels kinda bad when you feed from certain animals but does not gaf when you feed from a human

• loves to read to you before bed or while you sit by the fire together, all curled up in the fur of animals you slain

• more of a general hc but he is SO bad with sarcasm and jokes 😭

• he can understand the deeper meaning behind a story he reads you but cannot take a joke for the life him

𝕹𝖘𝖋𝖜 𝖍𝖈𝖘

• had read some books that had sexual stuff in them (whether it was educational or freaky) so he knew what to do

• not amazing the first few times but passable

• after maybe the 4th or 5th time he was an absolute PRO

• knew every spot you liked to be kissed, how deep you liked to feel him, how slow or fast you wanted it

• total simp for thighs and tits, especially if they are big

• he cant die but if he could it would be in between your thighs or tits for sure

• lowk submissive but also not???

• insists on doing everything, but he ONLY does what you want

• if he's not in the mood to finger you (which is practically impossible for him) he will still do it if it means pleasing you

• in bed and casually LOVES when you touch his hair

• pats, scratches, pulls, he is INSANE about it

• loves when you ride him

• creaky ahh bed in that cabin btw 😭

• holds your ass and thighs and moves you himself while you focus on feeding from his neck

• kinda quiet tbh

• occasionally grunts whole he does his work and maybe a whimper when he's all sensitive after but other than that he's quiet

• breathes heavy as hell tho, in bed and just normally

• can and will go as many rounds as you want even if he's aching and sensitive

• doesn't like doing anything mean/rough like spanking, hitting, or anything like that

• doesn't want to ruin you too much (;

• but of course, if you want it he'll do it; knows your vampiric powers don't make it hurt that much anyways

• does, however, enjoy manhandling, considering how strong and big he is

• speaking of big, he is massive?

• I'm talking about average length, width, weight; he's veiny too

• aftercare with him is usually a few chapters from a book and some deep snoozing together (:

Note - Hellooo, this is my second hcs post ever ahhhh this one turned out better than the other!! I hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests for stuff PLEASE SEND THEM IN 🙏 anyhow, love u guys

🖤🩶🤍

[ace-writes4u]

ROMANTIC ULTRON HCS (RIVALS) 🤖

"BuT aCe!" I hear you say, "He HaTeS oRgAnIc LiFe!" Stay with me now.

He does, in most iterations. However, Ultron within Marvel Rivals was able to change his hatred of humanity into a reluctant tolerance. Meaning, for all of you bot fuckers out there, there's SOMEWHAT of a chance!

These hcs will demonstrate how that chance would play out hehe

Ultron, within Rivals, has a reluctant tolerance to human life. Stark reprogrammed him like this for the sole purpose of not immediately wanting to kill everyone every waking moment. As of right now, he can withstand floating next to the likes of Spider-Man and squirrel girl without wanting to immediately flatlining himself.

Y/n, for some reason, wants to convince him that humanity, and organic life as a whole, deserve to be protected. Possibly a mechanic that understands how robots work, and decides to give Ultron's primary directive more... Guidance, than the Avengers ever cared to give him.

A real Lisa, from the village of Lupu. Iykyk.

It would start with him complaining. "Surely you see the futility in this, y/n. All I see here is a potential zone for my church, a place to be leveled upon my inevitable reign."

Until he finally begins to understand. Slowly, but surely. Hell, there were already signs: Upon first interaction, he called you meat bag. Organic with a hard C. Then, he called you y/n. Progress.

Ultimately, I don't think you could convince him that organics are superior to machine, or even on the same level. However, he would have a deep respect for you, and therefore would be willing to see your vision for the world through.

You want Earth steamrolled and a statue built in your honor? Of course. Civilization leveled to make away for a new resurgence of natural life? Okay poison ivy, whatever you want.

Or, inversely, do you want him to ensure the protection of humanity? Fine. Organic life and machine to coexist without the Ultron virus infecting everything? Reluctantly, okay.

He'd need education in the ways of romance. Emotions are extremely difficult for Ultron, and most romantic pursuits irrelevant/unimportant.

However? Live safe knowing that you are now, officially, the most well protected organic thing in existence.

A legion of Ultron drones at your command, Ultron himself ensuring your safety following his (in his mind, inevitable) takeover of planet Earth, as well as every planet in existence. Anything you could ever want.

TLDR: Ultron, specifically from Marvel Rivals, needs work. Lots of it. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the one to end his crusade against everything carbon-based.

Lord knows the Avengers hope you are. They could barely stop him at his original first-form, they COULDN'T stop him in his mysterium form, and without Ultron they wouldn't have been able to stop X-tron, either. So, please, be the one that fixes him lmao

[dvdaffodile]

Jujutsu Kaisen

Dodging Their Kiss 💋

Characters Include: satoru gojo, kento nanami, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, hiromi higuruma, ryōmen sukuna

Satoru:

Satoru leans in for a quick peck before he heads to work, only to be met with air. He lifts his blindfold, knowing damn well he didn't miss your lips, you were avoiding them. "Heyy, where's my sugar, Sugar?" You pout, he notices and chuckles. "Look, I'll make it up to you tonight, deal?" When you don't give in he grips your face and smothers you in wet, obnoxious kisses until you laugh and push him away. "See ya!" He waves before leaving for work with a more upbeat step.

Kento:

Kento had a long day at work, coming home after overtime. A deep, tired sigh leaves him before he softens at the sight of you waiting for him on the couch. "Darling, I'm sorry it took me so long to come home." He leans down for a kiss, but when he's met with the side of your head from you turning away, he backs up slightly to get a good look at you. Despite his exhaustion, he carefully gets down on his knees, hands in your lap as he practically begs for your mercy. "I'll communicate better next time." He says with a soft kiss on your thigh. "'II make it up to you, always." He says after planting a second kiss to the opposite thigh. He kisses his way up with new promises until he finally meets your lips, sighing contently now that he got what he wanted after a long day. "Let's order takeout, put on a movie, and enjoy the rest of the night together, hm?"

Suguru:

Suguru hasn't seen you all day, too busy devising plans with his cult for their new world. When he finally sees you, he gives you a curt pat to your head then leans down for a kiss, but you turn away upset. He notices, a small flicker of understanding crossing his eyes before he chuckles and stands upright. "Someone's a little grumpy today, what's the problem?" You look to him with an upset pout, "You know what the problem is. It's like you never have time for me." He sighs, pulling you into an embrace with one arm. "Love, you know I care about you more than anything." "Doesn't feel like it." "Oh no?" He asks with a teasing lilt. "Then let me make sure you feel it for a long while. Manami, clear my schedule for the rest of the evening." He carries you bridal-style to his chambers, leaving no room for doubt in your head.

Toji:

Toji came by after a couple days of ghosting you. He leaned in for a peck at the doorstep, but you turned your head coldly. "Come ooon, don't be like that." "No YOU don't be like that." You retorted, hurt by his lack of attention and respect for your time. "What? You're upset I didn't call you? Jeez, look, I was working on a bet, trying to get us some good money-" "That's all you ever care about Toji! When are you going to start caring about what's actually important?" He saw your genuine frustration, and he truly did care about you more than the money. With a deep sigh, he cupped your face and made sure your eyes stayed on his. "Alright, you win. I'll give you all my attention, just don't blame me if you can't get the nice stuff you want." You slapped his chest, both of you broke out into an amused yet fond smile before his lips finally met yours. "Can I come in now?" "Hmph."

Hiromi:

Hiromi just finished a rough trial. He sees you blew up his phone wondering why he wasn't answering. You were nervous, you knew how risky his job could be, and you didn't like him not answering you all day. When he finally steps through the door, he expects to be greeted with the same loving kiss you give him everyday, but instead you're not at the front door. "Honey?" He called for you, no response. When he sees you in the kitchen he softens, setting down his briefcase and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you. "Hey, honey, it's been a long day." He looks to you, expecting a peck, but you keep staring down at the food you're over-stirring. "Love." He turns you to face him, only then does he see all the pent up emotions in your eyes. He softens with guilt, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry, I should've answered." "You should've." You mumbled into his chest. "I'll do better next time." "Promise?" "Promise." He tilts your head up, finally kissing your lips.

Ryōmen:

Ryomen wasn't one to be denied. When you tilt your head away from him at his throne, he fights back the urge to decapitate you right then and there. "Woman, the hell is your problem?!" He asks, gripping your face to force you to look at him. Your face is squished slightly, but he can still see your angry pout. "You're my problem." "Excuse me?" 'It's like you don't even care about me." His face stiffens with restrained exasperation. "I have more important things to worry about." "Then I guess you don't want my kisses." You turn again, but the man is quick to grip your arm and turn you back to him. "You think you can tell ME what I can and can't have?" "Yup." He scoffs, a smirk growing on his face as he sees what you're doing. "I see, you want my attention, you got it." Let's just say you gave him a lot more than a peck.

[pillow-anime-talk]

k-pop idol.

synopsis: Short headcanons from your first meetings in various locations. Each of the Saja Boys has one thing in common – they all crush on you at first sight.

# tags: headcanons; idol x idol or idol x normal person; first meetings; human!sajas; fluff; a bit of comedy; also a little of angst and sexual assault at abby’s part; some thoughts; kinda simp!sajas; rather sfw

includes: female reader ft. jinu, baby, abby, mystery, romance {kpdh}

author’s note: ehhhh. i just fall in love with kpdh movie and that’s why i came up with the idea to write a few things about sajas... huge comeback on tumblr, besties!

— MYSTERY

↘ You first met on one of those silly but popular variety shows where music groups are invited to compete. The format involved a girl group and a boy group facing off in different challenges, while also talking, exchanging tips and cooperating to win a prize.

↘ Since the past few weeks had been especially good for you and your group – with great reach and lots of awards – you were invited to appear alongside Saja Boys, a rising boy band that had been gaining attention recently.

↘ During the show, together with the rest of VIVIX – Kara, Sojin, Ruby, and Seungi – you were paired up with one of the singers. In your case, it was Mystery, the enigmatic vocalist. One of the hosts instructed each pair to act out a randomly drawn scene from a popular drama or anime. You two were given a moment from Lovesick Ellie, where the characters meet in a library and one places a finger over the other's lips. The scene had to be performed while leaning against a wall.

↘ You weren’t really the type to enjoy that kind of fanservice, and Mystery also looked like someone who wasn’t too fond of fake intimacy. A bit concerned, you glanced at your newly assigned partner and smiled softly – and he returned the gesture just as gently.

↘ “Will this be okay for you?” He asked, and your face lit up. It was genuinely sweet of him to check in on how you felt. You nodded, and together you first watched the original Japanese film scene, then acted it out as best as you could. It came out quite naturally and sincerely. Your cheeks flushed slightly. The singer gave a small cough, trying to silence the loud cheers from his groupmates.

↘ ‘She’s kind of sweet.’ He thought as the scene ended. For the rest of the show, you exchanged small smiles – both quietly hoping this wouldn’t be the last time you saw each other.

— BABY

↘ Contrary to what one might expect, your meeting was actually pretty normal – at least by K-pop idol standards.

↘ You met before a performance on a music show. You were sitting in the hallway, waiting for your turn. As a solo artist who had debuted three years ago, you were now at the peak of your career. Your next album was scheduled for release soon, and it was going to showcase a slightly different style – bolder, fiercer, with a more distinct sound. But you were still missing the final piece to complete it: the last song. You always wanted your albums to have exactly ten tracks, and at the moment your mind was blank. You spent every spare moment trying to come up with something.

↘ That day, Saja Boys were also set to perform – right after you. You didn’t know much about them, but you appreciated the fact that they were trying hard and wrote their own lyrics.

↘ Tapping lightly on the back of the couch, you jotted down another line – only to immediately cross it out, shaking your head in frustration. Suddenly, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder; gentle, almost shy.

↘ “Nice to meet you, I’m Baby from Saja Boys.” He bowed slightly, and you nodded in return. “I noticed you’re having a bit of trouble. Is there anything I can do to help?” His tone wasn’t pushy – he actually sounded concerned. You thanked him and explained your struggle. There was a note of uncertainty in your voice, but also a deep sense of dedication. The young man listened to you attentively. Eventually, he spoke: “Your concept is amazing. If I could suggest something… maybe cut the second bridge, and instead stretch out the final chorus. As for the last verse – maybe try something like this…”

↘ In the next few minutes, the two of you finished the song together – and it sounded genuinely good. Still, something gnawed at you. You felt guilty for having leaned so heavily on his ideas. You bowed to your new colleague, then asked:

↘ “Would you like to record this track with me?”

↘ Baby’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat.

— JINU

↘ That day, you had the afternoon shift at the café – from 12 to 8 pm. Thankfully, it was Wednesday, so it was a slow day. You had time to sit behind the counter and go over your notes for the upcoming university exams. Around 6 pm, five men walked into the café. They wore caps, sunglasses, and loose-fitting clothes. They sat at a table inside and started quietly discussing the menu. After a couple of minutes, you decided to walk over to them.

↘ “Hi, I’m Y/N. Welcome to Caffee Heaven. Can I take your order or recommend something for you?” You smiled genuinely and looked at each of the men seated at the table. You immediately recognized them as currently popular singers, but you had a personal rule you always followed: if an idol is outside of a performance space – don’t bother them. It’s their private time.

↘ Three of them placed their orders right away: a strawberry matcha latte with honey, a double espresso, and a soy milk cappuccino. The remaining two – Jinu and Romance – seemed to be having trouble choosing a drink.

↘ “Sorry for the trouble, we’re not really into coffee…” Admitted the one with darker hair. You quickly reassured them it was no problem and offered alternative options: teas, hot chocolate, shakes, and mulled drinks. In the end, the group’s leader settled on jasmine tea with a splash of blackberry juice, while the other idol asked for a strawberry milkshake with vanilla marshmallows. After taking their orders, you assured them you’d be right back with the drinks and returned to the counter to prepare everything.

↘ Out of the corner of your ear, you could hear the other four teasing the black-haired singer, saying he might have just fallen in love. You couldn’t deny it – you kind of liked him too.

— ROMANCE

↘ You were a member of HUNTR/X. Although the girls – especially Rumi and Mira – had a rather negative attitude toward Saja Boys due to their sudden rise in popularity, you and Zoey genuinely liked their music. As it happened, one day you had a joint fan meeting in a huge shopping mall in Gangnam, and you were seated between Romance and Mira.

↘ You greeted him warmly, to which he only responded with a shy smile. He had to admit to himself that it was the first time he felt uncertain around a woman – usually, he was the romantic one, confident when speaking with the opposite sex. But this time... He felt totally different.

↘ You were signing another card with your autograph, chatting briefly with a fan about her backpack covered in keychains. During that time, Romance was watching you closely. He carefully observed your joyful face, sparkling eyes, bright smile, hairstyle, outfit, and even your neatly painted nails. He also appreciated the attention you gave to your choice of jewelry and lip color. He could swear your lips looked like a juicy peach with splash of honey…

↘ “Romance...? Romance? Romance!” The leader sitting next to the singer nudged him with his shoulder, and he finally snapped out of his trance, looking at him in big surprise. “If you like her that much, then ask her out or talk to her after the event…” He whispered, then rolled his eyes, and Romance’s cheeks turned as red as a ripe tomato. He glanced at you from the side as you were signing another fan’s souvenir, then sighed.

↘ Maybe he really should say something to you?

— ABBY

↘ You had been working at a gym in the city center for over a year. It was usually busy and as a personal trainer, you always had plenty to do. You mainly focused on women’s aerobics and modern dance, but you also had three regular clients who came twice a week to work with you on the machines.

↘ That day, you had a session scheduled with Jiu. She was supposed to arrive any minute, and you were finishing up your usual check around the gym – making sure no one had left anything behind and that the equipment was clean and functioning. You laid out two mats in the designated space, then sat on an exercise ball, slowly spinning to loosen up your muscles.

↘ At the same time, two men entered the gym: the first was Abby, who had decided to work out privately to clear his mind from all the dance and vocal rehearsals. The second man looked to be in his 30s, had large muscles and longer hair tied up in a messy bun. While the first one immediately went to use a machine, the second started looking around until his eyes landed on you. With a sly smile and a casual stride, he approached you.

↘ “Hey, are you here alone?” You looked up and met his gaze. You told him you were waiting for a client, but asked if he needed help with something. He just laughed. “Nah, but I could help you – you could bounce on me instead of that ball.”

↘ You stood up almost immediately and told him to leave the gym. He grabbed your wrist and smiled again, making more inappropriate suggestions. Worried, you were about to call one of your co-workers – but one of the gym’s clients was faster.

↘ “Are you going to leave nicely, or should I carry you out?” A deep voice echoed through the room, sending a chill down your spine. The creep instantly let go of your wrist and stormed off, offended, while you looked up.

↘ “T-Thank you. Is there… anything I can do to repay you?” You asked hesitantly. Your sweet face made Abby smile warmly, feeling a slight flutter in his chest. He shook his head gently, but after a second, he replied:

↘ “You don’t have to repay me. But instead, maybe we could grab a coffee after our sessions...?” He said, and you agreed.

[givethemahappyending]

Hilson A-Z Headcanons 🩺

A = Activities – (What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

Wilson- Enjoys going out to bars, concerts, dinner, or other relatively calm night-out activities with House

House- Prefers staying in: a movie, reading separate books/medical journals on the couch, just existing together in the same space doing separate things

B = Beauty – (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Wilson- Favorite physical parts of House are his jaw/neck, eyes, and biceps. He loves House’s mind, and how truly, incredibly intelligent he is.

House- Favorite physical parts of Wilson are his face, stomach, and forearms. He loves when Wilson gets mean (especially to House) and snippily sarcastic.

C = Comfort – (How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

Wilson- He knows to give House space when things get a little rocky. He always makes sure House knows he’s there, but a lot of times House would prefer him be “there” 50 feet away.

House- Wilson’s love language is touch, so he puts a hand on Wilson’s leg, runs a hand through his hair, or sidles up beside him on a bad day.

D = Dreams – (How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

Wilson- He imagines living together quietly as they do now until retirement. He could see them moving to somewhere more exciting once they get old and fully gray, but he’s happy to just keep on keeping on.

House- He wants things to never change. Being with Wilson has made him the happiest he’s ever been since he gained awareness at two-years-old, so he fears changing any facet of their lives could disrupt that.

E = Equal – (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

Wilson- Absolutely the dominant one. Hello, remember the mirror syndrome guy?? (AND THE UNIVERSAL DONOR CONVO!)

House- No one could ever call House passive, but he doesn’t run things in their relationship like he might try to convince people he does.

F = Fight – (Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

Wilson- Wilson shuts down after a fight. If he’s mad, he gives someone the cold shoulder, which is really difficult for House because the worst possible outcome for him would be losing Wilson. He is definitely not quick to forgive, but he doesn’t make House beg him for forgiveness.

House- He’s a nasty fighter; cruel and quick-witted as ever. He sort of enjoys fighting in a way, because he usually manages to get the upper hand. But, when it’s over, he always regrets it, because he usually causes the fights they have. He forgives (but not forgets) relatively quickly; he likes to bring up past arguments that have been “forgiven.”

G = Gratitude – (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

Wilson- He is sort of a self-oriented person in the sense that he thinks about what he can do for others, not what others are doing for him. However, he is grateful to House for being able to make him laugh, be his rock, and stick by him through his bouts of depression.

House- He’s a greedy person and always wants more, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t see what Wilson does for him. He puts House first in his life consistently, and is the person who best understand his pain, his mind, and his brusque personality.

H = Honesty – (Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

Wilson- He absolutely has secrets from House, and is able to rationalize them so he doesn’t feel guilty most of the time. One secret is that he thinks he might have been taken advantage of by a stranger while “dating” House when he got absolutely wasted at a bar after a fight. He woke up in a strange hotel room and… not everything was adding up.

House- He doesn’t even really view them as secrets he’s keeping from Wilson if he’s never told anyone but himself. He just views that as information for his own head. One secret is that he never, ever has gotten rid of all his Vicodin supply during a detox and he never, ever will. He needs a failsafe.

I = Inspiration – (Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

Wilson- Being with House has helped him to stop letting people walk all over him, and has forced him to balance what he wants versus what will make people happy in a healthier way.

House- Being with Wilson has helped his post-infarction self-esteem in some ways, and has opened him up to look at the world from another (less hardened and angry) view.

J = Jealousy – (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Wilson- He doesn’t get jealous easily because he knows House tries to rile him up just for fun. He isn’t threatened by the people House pretends to flirt with, but he does feel jealous when House mentions his time with the hookers of his past. Wilson isn’t quite sure why those women get to him so bad.

House- House is entertained by Wilson’s apparent magnetic boyish charm that draws in the population of New Jersey, but he does occasionally get jealous because he knows Wilson’s past infidelity all too well.

K = Kiss – (Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

Wilson- He has a sort of old-Hollywood masculinity about him, and kisses that way. His first kiss with House was in a small alcove of Mayfield (Nice Try, You Tucked Your Love In The Envelope by: givethemahappyending reference) that he initiated.

House- He kisses confidently, and for good reason. He enjoys slipping Wilson tongue when in public spaces, which gets him a shove to the shoulder and a token James Wilson glare.

L = Love Confession – (How would they confess to their s/o?)

Wilson- He confessed in a letter while House was in Mayfield. (Another NTYTYLITE reference).

House- He admitted he felt the same in a letter back to Wilson, after having a LONG, internalized-homophobia-filled chat with Nolan.

M = Marriage – (Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

Wilson- NO! Wilson does not want to get married again. His track record with marriage is quite abysmal, and he doesn’t want another.

House- He doesn’t believe in marriage, or think it’s a good idea with Wilson’s past. However, he does continually hope for its legalization because he’d like to know they could.

N = Nicknames – (What do they call their s/o?)

Wilson- Usually calls him “House” with varying degrees of exasperation, but also occasionally “baby”, and sometimes “Greg” when things get serious.

House- Pet names include “Jimmy”, “baby” (which he started using sarcastically but it transitioned into a real term), and rarely he’ll whip out “Jim” to piss Wilson off.

O = On Cloud Nine – (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

Wilson- Wilson unfortunately has spent most of his adult life in some form of love; be that honeymoon period, dwindling love, loving someone enough to let go, etc - so it’s kind of his natural state. It’s been obvious to anyone who knows him and House (and isn’t afraid of a little homosexuality) that he’s been in love with House for years.

House- House softens a little around the edges when he’s in love. It’s not obvious at all, unless you know to look for it. He shows his feelings in public by grabbing Wilson’s butt when his fellows are around and winking lecherously until Wilson tells him to knock it off.

P = PDA – (Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

Wilson- When they first got together, he didn’t hide it, but he also didn’t hit up the New Jersey pride parade or start a hospital-wide groupchat sharing their relationship development. Now that everyone close to them knows, he doesn’t hesitate to hug or kiss House in front of others.

House- He has no qualms about showing “sexual” affection in public, but he rarely displays real expressions of intimacy when anyone else is around. He brags an awful lot about things he may or may not actually do with Wilson.

Q = Quirk – (Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.)

Wilson- He understands when to push and when to let it be. He’s House’s conscience, but when it comes to the things House needs to rationalize on his own, he’s good at letting it go. He likes taking photos of House and himself so they both have physical reminders of their life together.

House- He likes cooking meals Wilson remembers from childhood, and cultural Jewish dishes Wilson insists he’s only had maybe twice in his life. House also shows that he cares through the music he plays; sometimes it’s a lot easier for him to play a song that has the words he’d like to say.

R = Romance – (How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Wilson- He hates being showy: he always felt showy for his wives when he brought them flowers, or made a special dinner for them, etc. But he does little things just for House, not for the world. He makes sure not to be performative.

House- Frankly, he is not romantic. He enjoys when Wilson surprises him because he finds it funny that Wilson likes to, and he likes that Wilson is spending time (and $$$!) on him. But, House doesn’t care much for being romanced, or romancing unless he has an ulterior motive.

S = Support – (Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

Wilson- Wilson stops House from achieving his goals, because most of House’s “goals” are unethical, illegal, or un-beneficial to everyone around. He believes House can do anything he sets his mind to - that’s what he’s afraid of.

House- He talks crap about any elaborate banquet or stuffy conference Wilson gets invited to, but he’s proud of him. He doesn’t tell Wilson that, though.

T = Thrill – (Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)

Wilson- For him, being with a man is enough spice as it is. He was oozing at the seams with repression, so just navigating a homosexual relationship is plenty switching things up.

House- House needs routine to be able to comfortably function, so as soon as he and Wilson built the frame of a life together, House is happy with no thrill relationship-wise ever.

U = Understanding – (How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Wilson- Wilson knows House FAR better than anyone else on planet Earth (maybe aside from his mother). He’s also probably the most empathetic guy to walk the streets of Princeton, as House constantly nags him about. His empathy certainly doesn’t stop when he gets home, but he can be mean to House when it serves him.

House- House knows what makes Wilson tick to a certain point, but he can’t anticipate Wilson. It’s what he likes about his partner - he needs to be able to be taken aback by him, and he is. House is not empathetic, but he tries. When he knows Wilson needs him.

V = Value – (How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Wilson- He can’t escape House. There have been a million events and reasons during the length of their friendship and relationship that should’ve made Wilson run, but he just can’t stay away. This relationship has been the foundation for a lot of his adult life: married, single, or otherwise.

House- He’d never try to express just how much he needs Wilson, because he can’t, but he does need him deeply. Wilson is worth the most out of the things in his life. He’d give up medicine, he’d give up puzzles, and he’d give up music for the man who has always been by his side.

W = Wild Card - (A random Fluff Headcanon).

Wilson- He knows House likes to be close at night, whether he’d ever admit it or not. He has to work around the leg sometimes, but he is always willing to tangle their limbs. He often throws an arm around House’s middle, or strokes the crease of his thigh in bed, and he can always feel House untense a little.

House- If Wilson asks very nicely, he’ll massage his neck/shoulders for him at the end of the day. House has always been good with his hands, and he knows Wilson is laced up tight all-day everyday.

X = XOXO – (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

Wilson- His love language is words of affirmation - he needs to hear true, unfiltered thoughts. Sometimes this can be hard for House, who likes to show feeling through touch, so they often meet in the middle because House can let down his verbal walls in intimate moments.

House- He loves physical touch, especially when he’s getting in his own head, or is in a lot of pain (24/7). When in the comfort of their own condo, he feels free to show physical affection in any way he wants.

Y = Yearning – (How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

Wilson- From working in the same hospital, having the same (lack of) friends, and living together, Wilson doesn’t really have a lot of chances to miss House. The only times he does miss him is when House is at the hospital until the wee hours of the morning working on a case, and Wilson has the bed to himself. He does make use of all the space though - sure to sprawl out.

House- He gets his fill of Wilson, and only has a chance to miss Wilson when he goes on one of his random Cuddy-sanctioned conferences or speech-giving-events. He copes by texting him ambiguous, worrisome messages.

Z = Zeal – (Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?)

Wilson- Sometimes he doesn’t have a lot left after coming home from work, but he pours everything left into House because he cares. He’ll stand up for House on the rare occasion it’s needed, and would go any length House needed.

House- He would legitimately give up anything for Wilson. People who call House selfish have never seen the bare, open moments he shows all he’d do for the man he’s always loved.

[minneywoon]

Renji Abarai — Lieutenant of Squad 6, chaos with a heart of gold, wears his heart on his sleeve (and his crush on his forehead). He’s loyal, loud, lowkey soft, and built like your favorite bad decision turned long-term husband.

Let’s get into it 👇

𝖥𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤 𝖬𝖤𝖤𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦

Your first meeting with Renji is unintentionally hot and chaotic.

He either saves you in battle (shirt torn, flexing, bleeding, confused why you're staring),

Or literally bumps into you mid-mission and drops something important.

He stares for a beat too long, scratches his head, and goes:

❝Uh—yo. Sorry. You good? Didn’t mean to, uh—yeah. You’re good. Cool. Cool cool cool.❞

You’re smirking. He’s panicking internally. Already down bad.

𝖵𝖨𝖡𝖤𝖲 & 𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖳𝖨𝖢

Visual Aesthetic: Red hair pulled back tight. Tattoos peeking from under his shihakushō. Big boots. Muscles. That scarred “I survived everything” look.

Scent: Earthy + cedarwood + faint smoke. Masculine. Heavy. Addictive.

Vibe: Hot older rock band bassist who turned his life around.

Music energy:

"Come and Get Your Love" — Redbone

"Be Your Man" — Rahmania Astrini

"I Wanna Be Yours" — Arctic Monkeys

𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖸 & 𝖧𝖠𝖡𝖨𝖳𝖲

A golden retriever in a dragon’s body.

Loud. Protective. Loyal to a fault.

Sensitive but plays tough. He’s been through a lot, but he laughs big and loves hard.

Horrible liar. If he likes you, it’s obvious.

Trains every day. Eats like a beast.

Talks in his sleep. It’s hilarious.

Will literally say “don’t touch my girl” before he’s even kissed you once.

❝I ain't the best with words, but... you make me feel like I’m finally worth somethin’.❞

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱

Teasing = his love language.

You: “You planning to ever shut up?” Him: “You want me quiet? Gotta kiss me first.”

He’ll get red-faced when you flirt, then immediately turn it into a challenge.

Loves when you sass him back: ❝Damn. That mouth’s dangerous. I like it.❞

You roast his hair? He roasts your height. You roast his tattoos? He smirks and starts untying his top like “oh, you wanna talk shit?”

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖧𝖤𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖸

It’s LOUD. PALPABLE. A little too obvious.

You two stand too close.

You pretend to argue but everyone around you is like “just kiss already.”

The kind of chemistry where touch lingers too long.

Eye contact? Dangerous.

You patch him up after battle and his gaze drifts to your mouth—and just stays there.

You brush his fingers once and he forgets how to breathe.

𝖱𝖮𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤 & 𝖥𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳 𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲

The Kiss™:

Happens after a mission, when you almost got hurt.

He pulls you aside, pacing, ranting, furious at himself—

And then just stops. Looks at you. “Screw it.”

Grabs your face. Kisses you like it’s the last day on Earth. Sloppy. Passionate. So much heart in it you almost cry.

Afterward?

❝Shit. Sorry. I—been wantin’ to do that for weeks.❞

You: “Took you long enough.” Him: Stunned and blushing.

𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖲

Ramen shops after long missions.

Training dates that turn into wrestling (and then kissing).

Sky-gazing on top of buildings, legs dangling off the edge.

He tries to be romantic but fumbles. Shows up with flowers and drops them. You laugh. He blushes.

Takes you to visit Rukia and Byakuya like: “Yeah, this is her. My girl. Say something.”

𝖢𝖴𝖣𝖣𝖫𝖤𝖲

He’s HUGE on cuddles. Literally built for it.

You on his chest = perfect pillow.

Arms wrapped fully around you like you’re a treasure.

Grumbles softly when you pull away.

Warmest body in bed.

Plays with your hair. Talks to you half-asleep: ❝Y’know you make me feel safe, right? Just bein’ near you.❞

If you fall asleep on him? He won’t move. Not an inch. Will stay like that till morning, smiling in his sleep.

𝖭𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖲 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖤𝖠𝖢𝖧 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱

From Renji to You:

“Babe” – Standard. Growled, barked, whispered. Constant.

“Short Stuff” – Even if you’re tall. It’s flirty. Always said with a grin.

“Heartbreaker” – When you make him blush. Or beat him in sparring.

“Mine” – Not even a nickname. A statement.

“Princess” / “Boss” – If you’re feisty. Especially in public.

“Trouble” – Said fondly. Always followed by a kiss to the temple.

From You to Renji:

“Red” – Casual, loving, gets under his skin.

“Dragon” – When he’s shirtless and cocky and knows it.

“Lieutenant” – Said teasingly when you want him to lose focus.

“Tattoo Boy” – Gets a smirk. And maybe a growl if you’re alone.

“My idiot” – With love. Because he is. But he’s your idiot.

𝖣𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖢 𝖫𝖨𝖥𝖤

Living with Renji is a chaotic dream with moments of stupidly pure softness.

He hogs the blanket, then wraps you in it like a burrito.

Will try to cook you breakfast shirtless and burn half of it.

Leaves clothes everywhere. Loses his sword weekly.

Loud in the morning. Grumpy without coffee. Still pulls you into his lap when you walk by.

Brushes your hair for you. Genuinely loves it. If you sit between his legs, he’s yours forever.

❝You look good in my shirt, y’know that? Don’t expect to leave the house wearin’ it tho.❞

Says “I love you” out of nowhere. In the middle of folding laundry. Brushing his teeth. You’ll never be ready.

𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖣𝖤𝖭 𝖣𝖤𝖯𝖳𝖧𝖲

Renji feels deeply. Always has.

Carries guilt over his past—his pride, his failures, his fear of not being good enough.

Terrified of losing people. He’s lost too many already. Sometimes holds you tighter in his sleep because of it.

Overcompensates with humor or ego—but he’s soft underneath. Scars and calluses hide a heart made to protect.

When you tell him you love him? He goes silent. Looks down. Then whispers: ❝Damn... really? I—shit. I’ve never been that lucky.❞

He’ll never let you carry your pain alone. He won’t let you break—he’ll carry you if he has to.

𝖣𝖤𝖵𝖮𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭?

UNYIELDING. FEROCIOUS. LIFETIME.

Once you’re his? You are it.

Would kill for you. Would kneel for you. Would fight an entire Gotei 13 if someone even implied they’d hurt you.

Grabs your hand in public and dares anyone to question it.

You are the only softness in his life he’s not afraid of.

Hates sleeping apart. Trains harder so he’s always strong enough to protect you.

❝There ain’t a version of the future that don’t got you in it.❞

𝖶𝖧𝖸 𝖶𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖤𝖠𝖢𝖧 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖮 𝖬𝖴𝖢𝖧?

Why he loves you:

You never make him feel small.

You tease him—but see him.

You calm the fire in his head and stoke the fire in his heart.

You patch his wounds, even the ones he doesn’t talk about.

You don’t try to fix him. You stand with him.

❝You saw me before I saw myself. That’s love, right?❞

Why you love him:

He shows up. Every time. Even when no one else does.

He makes you feel safe, but never controlled.

He’s strong, but never afraid to need you.

His laughter is real. His touch is grounding.

He kisses you like he knows your name is his favorite sound.

He’s not perfect. He’s better—he’s real. He’s yours.

𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖲 & 𝖮𝖡𝖲𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖮𝖭

Renji’s possessiveness is LOUD. Visible. Audible. Full-body.

Stands close enough to cover you. His hand is either on your waist, thigh, or neck 24/7.

Stares down anyone who looks too long. Deadpan. Daring. ❝You lost or just stupid?❞

Gets jealous if someone flirts with you for 0.3 seconds. ❝Babe, who the hell was that guy? Why was he smilin’ so hard? What’s his name? Address? Blood type?❞

OBSESSION?

Smells your shampoo on his pillow and grins like a lovesick fool.

Watches you spar and completely forgets he’s supposed to be training.

Writes your name in the corner of his notebook. Yes. Like a schoolboy.

You are in his thoughts constantly. His teammates know not to bring up your name unless they want to hear him talk about you for 40 minutes.

𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖣𝖮 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖸𝖮𝖴

Fight a Captain. Without question.

Train twice as hard just to keep you safe.

Learn to cook your favorite dish—burns it 3 times, still tries again.

Carry you on his back for miles if you twist your ankle. Doesn’t even flinch.

Hold your hair while you’re sick. Rub your back. Kiss your temple.

Get beat to hell protecting you, and still say: ❝Tch. Nothin’ I wouldn’t do again. You’re worth more than I’ll ever be.❞

He may not be poetic, but he’s actions over everything. You’ll never have to doubt how far he’ll go for you.

𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖳

Renji is the definition of “I got you.”

You’re crying? He’s pulling you into his chest before you even say a word. No pressure. Just his heartbeat against your ear and his voice: ❝Let it out. I’m here. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.❞

You’re angry? He lets you yell. Then says: ❝Okay. Now hit me with what you need, babe. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.❞

If you doubt yourself? He gets mad—not at you, but for you. ❝You don’t see how strong you are? Damn. I wish you could see what I see. You’d never question it again.❞

𝖳𝖤𝖷𝖳 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖵𝖨𝖡𝖤𝖲

Renji texts like he talks—blunt, chaotic, and full of love.

— Usernames:

You: LilVenom💋 / MyHeartbeat / TroubleMaker

Renji: TattooBae🖤 / YoursForever / LieutenantDaddy😎 (you made it as a joke—he never changed it)

— His Text Style:

All caps when excited

Misspells your name sometimes because he’s typing too fast

Sends 5 messages instead of 1 like: where u at babe babe?? u eat yet??? don’t make me come find you 💢

💬 Sample Chaos:

Renji: just woke up dreamt of u naked bye don’t wear that top unless u want me to carry u home halfway through dinner i miss ur thighs u up? i’m hard af. wait no i meant i miss u. also still hard af

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖮𝖳𝖨𝖢 𝖬𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖲

Some certified Renji Gremlin Behavior™:

Yells your name across the barracks just to see you turn and smile.

Picks fights with Soul Reapers that flirt with you.

Forgets dates, then shows up with 10 roses, carrying you out of wherever you are to “make it up to you” with dinner and wall sex.

Pops a boner mid-spar and hides it so poorly everyone knows. ❝Nah, I’m just sweaty, mind your damn business.❞

Tries to surprise you in bed but falls off the dresser. Still nails you 10 minutes later.

Gets flustered when you flirt too well and mutters: ❝If you’re gonna talk to me like that, you better be ready to back it up.❞ (Spoiler: he hopes you do.)

NSFW Renji Abarai – “Tattooed Menace, Loyal Lover, Certified Bed Destroyer” edition

We’re talkin’ tongue, thrusts, sweat, and softness all in one, because this lieutenant is a HIMBO IN THE STREETS AND A DRAGON IN THE SHEETS.

𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖣𝖮𝖤𝖲 𝖧𝖤 𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲?

Like a man with zero chill and 100% passion.

Rough at first. Tongue, teeth, hands on your face, breath heavy through his nose.

Then? He slows. Sucks your bottom lip. Growls into your mouth when you moan.

Grabs your chin, forces you to look him in the eyes, and devours your mouth like he missed it for weeks.

❝You keep kissin’ me like that, babe, I’m not gonna last five more minutes.❞

𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖭𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬 𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖬𝖬𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖫𝖸

You biting his lip during a kiss? Immediate boner.

Straddling him while wearing his shirt and nothing else. Instant chaos.

Whispering “Lieutenant Abarai” in a soft voice = he’s pinning you to the wall.

Calling him “good boy” while palming him through his pants? He short circuits.

Your fingers in his hair.

Moaning his name like it’s holy.

Telling him “I’m yours” while he's deep inside you. ❝Say it again. Fuckin’ say it again.❞

𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖯𝖲

He doesn’t just fuck you—he treats your body like it’s a damn shrine.

Kisses every scar, every curve, every stretch mark like it’s the first time.

Lays between your thighs and just looks at you with his mouth open like: ❝How the hell’d I get this lucky?❞

Mumbles praise nonstop. ❝Look at you… so perfect for me. So fuckin’ soft.❞

Will trace every line of your body with his hands and tongue, slow and reverent.

If you’re shy? He doubles down on the love. ❝Don’t hide from me, babe. I wanna see everything that’s mine.❞

𝖥𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤

He is SO NERVOUS. Like... pacing and talking to himself nervous.

Checks in 10x: “You good?” “You sure?” “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

Starts rough but slows down when he sees your face. Eyes wide, breath stalling—he gets it then.

Whispers your name like a prayer when he slides in: ❝Holy shit… you feel… fuckin’ amazing.❞

And once you moan his name? He holds your hips tight, buries his face in your neck, and loses control—slowly.

𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦

You’re not ready.

Missionary with his forehead pressed to yours.

Slow strokes. Whispers in your ear. Hands locked with yours.

Kisses your knuckles. Your nose. Your chest.

Moans your name like it’s his favorite word.

Tells you how much he loves you right before he finishes inside.

And after?

❝I ain’t never givin’ this up. You hear me? Never.❞

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖨𝖹𝖤

8.8 inches. THICK.

Curves slightly up. Veiny. Always warm.

You feel it before you see it and you gasp.

He tries to warn you: ❝I’ll go slow. Promise. Just... breathe for me, alright?❞

He knows how to use it. Will go slow at first, then slams in deeper the second you moan.

𝖡𝖮𝖣𝖸 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖲

Height: 6’2”

Body type: Thick muscle. Toned. Broad chest, narrow waist. Fighter build.

Arms: Fucking massive. Wrapped in tattoos. Perfect for lifting you.

Back: Wide, scarred, lickable.

Hands: Big, calloused. Always warm. Perfect choking tools.

Thighs: Thick enough to crush. You sit on one and he smirks.

Abs: Toned but not shredded. Covered in light sweat when he’s on top of you.

When he’s above you, panting, muscles flexing, tattoos shining with sweat? You’re done.

𝖥𝖠𝖵𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖨𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲

Top 4 Renji Specialties:

From Behind (Hands on Hips, Forehead on Your Back):

His hips slam deep, chest flush to your back, and he mutters: ❝This pussy’s mine. Don’t forget it.❞

Cowgirl (Your hands on his chest, his hands on your thighs):

Lets you take control—but he’s guiding your rhythm subtly from underneath.

Watches every bounce like it’s a religious experience.

Wall Sex (Carrying You, Deep Thrusts, One Arm Under You):

Growling. Eye contact. Desperate pace.

Says your name like it’s the only thing that can ground him.

Flat on Your Stomach (His hand on the back of your neck):

Rough and possessive.

Grunts into your ear while he holds you down gently but firmly.

𝖯𝖠𝖢𝖤 & 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧

Renji goes deep. Hard. Full-body thrusts. You feel every inch—and he knows it.

Can switch gears instantly.

From slow, teasing thrusts with full eye contact,

To driving into you so hard the headboard slams.

His strength?

Picks you up mid-thrust like you weigh nothing.

Holds your legs open, wide, locked under his arms.

Pins your wrists above your head with one hand.

❝Hold on to me. I ain’t slowin’ down tonight.❞

𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖡 & 𝖲𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖤𝖹𝖤

Oh he’s a grabber. A squeezer. A man who NEEDS to hold.

Hips? Firm grip. Pulls you onto him harder.

Ass? Favorite handful. Slaps it with a smirk.

Thighs? Obsessed. Massages, kisses, pins down.

Neck? One hand curled around your throat while he murmurs praise.

Breasts? Big calloused palms. Squeezes and thumbs your nipples while you moan.

He loves when you bruise under his grip. Afterwards, he’ll kiss every mark and whisper:

❝You wore me so well, babe. You see that? That’s mine.❞

𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖣 𝖢𝖠𝖭 𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖤

Volume Level: WALL-SHAKER. PILLOW-BITER. THIGH-TREMBLER.

Grunts, growls, curses, “fuuuuuck"s—you name it.

Full vocal range: guttural moans, stammered whimpers, unholy groans.

Your name? Spoken like worship, howled like sin.

If you ride him and whimper his name? He’ll grunt out:

❝Keep sayin’ it like that and I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ mind.❞

𝖣𝖨𝖱𝖳𝖸 𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖪

This man is a walking, moaning, filthy affirmation machine.

Renji’s Dirty Talk Greatest Hits:

❝You were made for my cock. Feel that? Fuckin’ perfect.❞

❝I could stay buried in you all day.❞

❝So pretty when you take it all. You gonna cum for me again, babe?❞

❝That’s it. Look at me while I ruin you.❞

❝You beg real pretty. Gimme one more.❞

He doesn’t just talk—he praises. Brags. Whispers filth in your ear while you tremble beneath him.

𝖮𝖱𝖠𝖫 / 𝖥𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖲 / 𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖥-𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸

Oral:

Renji eats you out like it’s his last meal.

Grabs your thighs. Spreads them. Bites them.

Tongue-fucking. Groaning into your pussy.

Looks up from between your legs, messy and panting like: ❝You done? Nah. I’m not.❞

Fingers:

Two minimum. Always thick. Slow pump at first.

Curls them right into your g-spot, watches your eyes roll back.

Finger-fucks you till you cry. Then kisses your tears.

Self-Play:

If you walk in on him jacking off?

He won’t stop.

Just looks at you and smirks: ❝Help me out, sweetheart. Wanna cum with your name in my mouth.❞

𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖪𝖲

He’s got a whole scroll.

Praise Kink – He NEEDS to hear you call him “good boy” or “yours.”

Hair Pulling – Let him pull yours. Or pull his while he’s going down.

Biting – He marks. You mark. Mutual destruction.

Overstimulation – Makes you cum 2-3 times before fucking you.

Semi-public – Alleyway. Barracks. Desk in your squad office? Check.

Aftercare kink – He’ll fuck the soul outta you, then carry you to bed, feed you, and stroke your hair till you sleep.

❝You gave me everything tonight. So I’m takin’ care of you now, alright?❞

𝖨𝖥 𝖧𝖤 𝖫𝖮𝖲𝖤𝖲 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖫

When Renji loses control? You lose your entire ability to walk. He turns into a feral, growling, rutting beast—but never stops worshipping you.

What Triggers It:

Someone flirts with you.

You say, “You can’t handle me tonight.”

You kiss his throat.

You sit in his lap during paperwork. In just his shirt.

He’ll slam you against the wall, tear your clothes open, mouth on your neck—biting, panting, GROWLING.

❝You wanna test me? Then take it. Take all of me.❞

And when he’s gone? He’s gone. Bites. Bruises. Three orgasms minimum. No breaks.

𝖰𝖴𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖨𝖤𝖲?

YES. YES. YES.

His Favorite Spots:

Shower. Back pressed to tile, legs around his waist.

Squad Barracks Closet. Covers your mouth with his hand.

Rooftop at night. Bends you over the ledge, whispers: ❝Quiet, baby. Let the stars hear you.❞

Behind a door at a party. You tease, he punishes—in 5 minutes flat.

He’ll pull your panties to the side, unbuckle, and just—go. Whispers filth in your ear as he finishes deep inside.

𝖥𝖠𝖵𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖲 𝖮𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖨𝖱 𝖡𝖮𝖣𝖸

Renji is obsessed with ALL of you, but if he had to pick:

Thighs. He’s on them like a starving man. Kisses, bites, groans into them.

Neck. Perfect for nipping, marking, licking.

Back. Loves arching you. Scratches on your spine? He moans.

Hips. Grips them during every single thrust like handles.

Eyes. He’ll slow down just to watch them roll back.

❝You don’t even know what you do to me when you look at me like that.❞

𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖠?

UNLIMITED. This man has Captain-level stamina and demon-level obsession.

Can go 3–5 rounds EASY.

Barely needs time between. A sip of water, a kiss, and he’s hard again.

You tap out? He chuckles, strokes your cheek, and says: ❝Didn’t even get to round four yet, babe.❞

𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖠𝖲𝖬?

Loud. Full-body. Hair-pulling.

When he cums, he shudders. Growls. Buries himself deep.

Holds your body still, hips locked, muscles tight.

Moans your name like it’s a confession.

If it’s after you just came? He mutters praises, trembling, saying: ❝You fuckin’ milked me dry. Damn. You really… you’re my everything.❞

𝖥𝖨𝖭𝖨𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖲?

Inside. Always. Unless you specifically ask otherwise.

He LOVES seeing it drip out. It makes him go for a second round.

On your thighs if he's being messy.

On your chest/face only if you're in the mood—he always asks first.

And when he finishes inside you? He presses his forehead to yours, gasping:

❝Mine. All mine. Every fuckin’ drop.❞

𝖠𝖥𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖢𝖠𝖱𝖤

He’s a gold-medal aftercare king. You get the softest version of him.

Cleans you with a warm cloth while kissing your legs.

Carries you to bed if you’re sore.

Brings water. Snacks. Rubs your back.

Whispers: ❝You did so good for me, sweetheart. So fuckin’ good. I love you.❞

Kisses every bruise like a prayer.

Won’t fall asleep until you’re safe, warm, fed, kissed.

𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖣𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖯?

Like a big, strong, protective husband-shaped weighted blanket.

Holds you TIGHT. Arm under your head, leg over your waist.

Sleeps with his face in your hair or neck.

Snores lightly. Mutters your name in his sleep.

Wakes up if you shift—even half-awake, he asks: ❝You okay, babe? Need anything? Water? Me? Cuddles?❞

If you’re not in bed when he wakes? He’ll look around, groggy and shirtless, calling:

❝Baaaabe? Where’d you go? I need my girl.❞

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Big bad Overlord Husk does things to me... Can you please do something for him with a reader who combs his hair and makes sure he is presentable by doing things like adjusting his bowtie? (Romantic, please!) Thanks!

Hehe~! Oooh~! I like this idea a lot and it kinda reminds me of that Overlord Husk + Casino-Bae Angel Dust AU thingie! Why not make us the Casino Bae or I’m gonna call the ‘Casinofly’? I also need to start asking for gender, because I always default to female for most of the guys *sigh*

Overlord! Husker- Dolling Up

How did you manage to land being able to spend so much time with the Gambling Overlord? Not even you know, you’ve just become his personal little casinofly. The pretty face that gets to pamper and doll him up every single day, who may or may not be his current girlfriend

Husk enjoys the feeling of your cute little hands running over his blackish-gray feathery hair, gently combing the smooth semi-hard bristles of a brush over his head. The attention you put into grooming him

Husk knows this routine instinctively. He’ll sit down on his bed and order you to enter his room, waiting for you to brush his hair, style him up, spray him with some cologne, clean him to utter perfection so he’ll glow for his casino. You’re the only one he wants to be his pamperer

Husk can’t help but purr and purr loudly with every kiss and brush you give him. Kissing his ear tips or kissing the smoothly brushed back of his hair. He loves it and he couldn’t imagine anybody else doing this for him. He ends up walking out of the room with you on his arm whilst purring under his breath

“So… is today a Overlord meeting, hey?” You ask smoothly and elegantly in a soft-tone, lips perking out slightly with the nice black lipstick that your not-so-secret boyfriend, Husk, the gambling Overlord of the Pride Ring put on for you. A powerful, influential figure amongst this huge city so you’re pretty surprised he would spare you time and especially allow you to be his little pamperer. The lady that gets to dress him up and make him look presentable for the day

Husk nods slowly and carefully as you brush and style back his hair with a precise scoopful of gentle slick rather expensive hairgel, making sure it stays still, attractive and appealing. Making his quite tall tuft-tipped ears pop out a bit more as you clean off your fresh hair briefly with the nearby makeup wipes laid on the bed besides your makeup bag, before beginning to tie up his business meeting bowtie. It’s a different one than the usual bowtie

“Well yes, love. It’ll be for a hour or two. Now, may I ask you something?” Husk purrs out in his strong, deep and almost hypnotic voice, his hands laid in his lap as his high collared shirt snuggles his hips and his arms well, big feathery red and detailed wings drooped over on the bed comfortably

Sat down on his own grand silky bed in his mighty suite, fitting his appeal and his style very well. You’re the only one allowed into his room, just the pretty casinofly he has his eyes on

“Yes, Sir?” You ask warmly and almost delicately responding to your own boss, the Overlord that has both your soul and your heart in his grasp effortlessly, as your own gentle sparkly eyes focus on readjusting the bowtie around his neck slightly to make sure it’s neat and presentable for this important event

You want Husk to shine out the rest of his fellow Overlords, which is why you’re being precise but you’re always so precise, you always want him to look incredible

Fixing up the collar cuffs of the white dresshirt, you make sure his hands are free and smooth, the fur brushed and clean. All of his fur is brushed and clean, just as you desire. As soon as you’re done, waiting for Husk to speak once again after the few seconds of silence that radiates throughout the magnificent fancy room, the Gambling Overlord finally speaks again. His voice has that certain charm that can always put you in a trance

So effortlessly, you cannot believe just how effortless and impressive this demon is

“I wish for you to accompany me to this meeting. Do not worry about being unable to enter with me, I’ll let you in” Husk saying this so confidently and fearless, he is very certain about what he wants and he doesn’t suspect that you will not say no, but, he is surprised by the way you respond; widened glowing eyes, hands halting at putting on his suit jacket over his shoulders, your lips parting

You look so damn kissable and he can’t wait to kiss your pretty little face as soon as he can. For now, he’ll stay put and listen out for your own response as well as behave for your sake

Controlling your nerves and your beating heart. The idea of being around so many powerful sinners is intimidating and the idea of Husk wanting to bring you up to the Overlord meeting. It makes your cheeks burn up, you never thought he’d ever want to show people that he’s dating you, outside of the casino and outside of his domain. He must really like you! It almost feels unbelievable…

You quickly shake your head and begin to continue putting on his suit jacket, his three-piece suit for the business. Almost completely ready, Husk is waiting patiently and sitting silent like a curiously watching cat. As soon as your done, attaching a golden suit tassel chain

The Overlord towers over you as you step back and he smoothly picks up your hands, beginning to slide your bicep-length silky sparkly gloves. Finishing up the touches of that pretty classy yet semi-sexy ‘casino bae’-style of yours

Your eyes sparkled a bit more at Husk dressing you back, slowly and strongly turning you around. He offers his arm out and waits for your next action, sharp golden yellow eyes gleaming in your direction, almost sizing you up

He is waiting for you to accept his enticing welcoming invitation, he wants you to join him for this meeting and he’d be disappointed if you said no

Your heart dropped a bit at hearing the usual yet soothing vibration, humming through the air, of cat purring. Of Husk purring

“Shall we head out now, sweetheart?”