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corevoid · 1 year
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So. The last wish, huh?
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deviouz · 6 months
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. . . mean jason todd !!
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jason todd is the type to fuck you so good tears seem to permanently stain your cheeks and leave your skin feeling raw after all is said and done. he’d have your body contorted and folded in, knees pressed firmly against your chest and legs thrown over his broad, scarred up shoulders. he smirks so cruelly as he absolutely destroys your poor cunt, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust of his hips.
“‘s the matter, pretty girl? you’re crying so pretty for me. got you drunk on my cock, don’t i?”
jason todd is also the type to grab your jaw and dig his fingers into your cheeks, pushing them together and laughing at the embarrassed whines that garble out of your throat. he’ll stare down at you with those pretty eyes of his, his gaze stern and unwavering, hips still snapping away without much thought. you’re practically drowning in pleasure as jason is ever so in tune with your body, what makes you tick.
“you gonna look at me when you come? i don’t want you lookin’ away from me, not even for a second. let me see that pretty face when i make you come on my cock, doll. that’s it, just like that.”
jason todd is just so mean to his pretty girl. he’ll mock your pleas just to make you repeat them loud enough your voice shakes and broken, desperate sobs push past kiss-swollen lips. if you don’t beg just right, he’ll show his thrusts, eyes focused on yours, as he smiles down at you, all sharp and all teeth.
“what was that? don’t think i quite heard you. say it again for me, yeah?”
jason todd will deny you of your release endless times, simply because he can. he gets a giddy joy at seeing how unabashed you can get at the continuous denial of release. you shake and cry and beg and thrash in his grip, but nothing ever seems to persuade him.
“you can come when i say you can, do you understand? now, be a good girl and shut the fuck up and just take it.”
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likes + reblogs heavily encouraged and appreciated!!
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kirby-madness · 1 year
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And then he was shortly launched into the sky
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az-roser · 22 days
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Happy Sunday, DearDeer Sinners 🖤
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Here…. have some quick cool-down sketches of Human Alastor you wayward sinners.
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arrowheadedbitch · 5 months
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Kon:... how many more years do you think we can keep this up?
Tim: All of them! Forever! When we retire, we'll pass it down to the next set of yj members, and when they retire they'll pass it on, and our children's children's children's CHILDREN will be doing this because I will NOT go down in history as the GUY WHO KILLED SANTA CLAUS!!!
Bart: Well, it wasn't completely our fault
Tim: Wasn't it?
Cass: It kinda was.
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grnherbs · 6 months
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eighteen plus only, mdni.
tbosas!snow making you finish on him.
coryo flips you over with ease, muscled forearm reaching up to perch on the nap of your neck, your head pushed down into the mattress as he rocks into you from behind, face flushed and golden curls cascading over his eyebrows.
the sensation of his hard on rippling through you and your eyes flutter shut, backing up against him with force, willing him to go deeper and faster now. “p-please coryo, don’t…” you whine “don’t stop please” and he smirks, running his other hand down your waist, before leaning down to kiss your shoulder, feeling him flush against your back, warm skin pushed against your own.
the dark chuckle that leaves his lips sends butterflies through your stomach and you cry out, begging to see his face when he fills you up and he complies, pulling out before facing you towards him, before plunging back into you with ease
“you’re gonna soak me aren’t you honey? cum round my cock like a good girl?” he teases, darkness present in his eyes and you buck up, meeting his hips again, gripping his shoulders and nodding, wet tears of pleasure staining your cheeks and your body gives out, cumming on him whilst he smirks over you, finding his own release and gasping as he fills you with his cum.
“fuck” he laughs out, bringing his forehead to meet yours “atta girl”
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prince-liest · 1 month
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I’m a sex-repulsed ace, and reading the latest chapter of 666 (as well as your analysis here on Tumblr) made me realize that I have been subconsciously thinking about MY OWN sexuality from an allo perspective? And that it has kinda been messing me up?? Like, ever since I learned that sexual attraction was actually a Thing and that it’s Important To People, I had been carrying around a fear of being deficient in some way and not being able to love to the same extent as allos. (1)
Even though I know logically that’s complete garbage and totally untrue, I felt left out of the loop because people seemed to care strongly about this thing I couldn’t even imagine. Whenever it looked like a relationship might happen I panicked for a reason that I couldn’t understand. But now I’m starting to realize that it’s because I was subconsciously terrified of an ‘ulterior motive’ behind the other person’s reasons for wanting to be with me. (2) That part of the reason they even cared was because of something I don’t experience. So thank you, because this realization just clicked into place while reading your work. The thing is, this way of thinking was just internalized in such a way that I didn’t even realize it was there until literally this week. And I think you’re right; one of the main reasons behind that is because I’ve always consumed media written from an allo perspective. (3) If ace/aros are shown at all, they’re depicted as “lacking” and their character development usually revolves around being “fixed” by the story. When I was ~10 years old my mom sometimes let me watch the Big Bang Theory with her (looking back, maybe not the best decision). Anyways, there was one episode deep into the series where Sheldon (who for the past nineish seasons was probably the closest thing to mainstream ace rep) has sex with his girlfriend for the first time. (4) Afterwards, he says something along the lines of “that was better than I thought it would be”, and it’s presented as a Very Good Thing and a big step in their relationship. I think a lifetime of stuff like that makes it very easy to internalize aphobia and feel like the lesser part of the relationship. Or to feel like the other partner is making a huge sacrifice to be with you. That got wayy too long, sorry. All that was just a lot of words to say that I appreciate you. Take care of yourself!(5)
The portrayal of asexuality that you see in media being almost exclusively as you described is very tedious to me because it presumes that something is inherently lacking in aro/aceness rather than that feeling of "lacking" being something that is induced by societal norms. Actually, one of the things that I find additionally alienating is that fandom spaces specifically have been getting better and better about ace characters - but got damn does fandom not jive with aromanticism. Like, a character doesn't want to fuck? That's becoming a liiiittle more fine, it's 2024, we stan consent. But not shipping someone romantically?? Not so easy, now.
I'm glad that my work has been something that resonated with you in this respect! Alastor cares a lot about his reputation as a demon but is pretty blatantly a person who could not possibly give less of a shit about being "wrong" for not being experiencing romantic or sexual attraction. The explanation Viv gave at one point for his own understanding of himself (that he thinks he's just "waiting for the right woman") actually stuck out to me a lot because it's a very "well, nothing is wrong with me for not feeling anything, it's the world that's failed to produce a suitable person" perspective.
But having that kind of confident perspective of your own rightness in the world is really not often portrayed in media, or even in fandom, which even ten years ago was still in the throes of standardizing "Oh, no! Me, gay? These feelings are so wrong!" style m/m content and is honestly not that far off from essentially that for aro/ace characters.
Anyway, all of that is to say that there's not yet much out there that doesn't frame allo/amatonormative values as the default that "even aro/ace people can (and should want to) achieve," and that it's really fun to write a fic that is unequivocally from the perspective of a character who is aroace and doesn't see it as even remotely a fault in himself. Does he have moments where he's a little confused and trying to process how things fit for him? Absolutely. But he just doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who thinks he owes romance to Vox of all people, hahaha. I've written him trying to conform to allo/amatonormativity more with Mimzy, because I think the social standards of their time could push him into it, but Vox? Absolutely not, he does not respect Vox enough for it to even enter his mind.
And then, on the other hand, writing it from an aroace perspective centers the way that romantic and sexual interest can feel like a betrayal of a good thing. With a character like Alastor, it frames romantic and sexual attraction the same alien way that we usually see aromanticism and asexuality framed as.
In the end, this is just one of a plethora of different experiences that aro/ace people can have, but it's one that I really wanted to see represented more, so I'm very happy to write it. I'm glad that you're enjoying it!
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angelbabyange · 1 year
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glen in australia looking like this is absolutely making me feral (pic creds to the owner)
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userhobi · 2 years
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POV: he takes up every corner of your mind
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Anon requested that I make some Screencaps of Vincent Price reading The Christmas Carol (1949).
Enjoy! (I know I enjoyed making them 🥵😻)
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specificallybruins · 2 days
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Hello sir I am looking disrespectfully????
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levisonlylover · 4 months
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This Levi illustration is giving Phantom of the Opera...
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aestheteanime · 1 year
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awkward things they've done during sex | jjk
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ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, kamo choso
cw: f.reader, oral (f-receiving), cervix fucking, mentions of dumbification, choking, fingering, tiddie sucking, temperature play, anal (very minimally)
nsfw 18+
gojo satoru
accidentally called out the wrong name while fucking the absolute shit out of you
it's not like it was an ex or maybe even another friend of yours, oh no
he called out his own name
like full on moaned it while trying to talk dirty
"fuck, satoru," you whine feeling satoru's hand push your head further into the soft sheets of the bed beneath you. his cock rams into you at an unrelenting pace, twitching slightly as your tight walls suck him back in after each thrust.
satoru's breath fans your neck as he pulls you up to press your back flush against his chest, hand snaking up your throat. "feel good, pretty?" his voice is low, tickling your ear with each word as his fingers tighten against the sides, cutting off your airway and making you lightheaded, dizzy almost. and he just watches, staring at the way your eyes roll to the back of your head.
you let out a shaky moan as he releases his grip slightly, arching your back as he ruts into you deeper, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly at the new angle. "'m gonna cum, satoru," you warn, gasping as his free hand finds your clit, fingers pinching at the sensitive bud. the action send jolts of pleasure racing through your body, slowly pushing you further and further towards the edge.
the man behind you groans, forehead burying into your neck and picking up his pace. he doesn't need your warning, he knows you're close with the way your cunt clenches around him, breathing turning to gasps. "a-ah 'toru."
you freeze, the knot in your stomach immediately subsiding as you slowly turn your head to face him. "d... did you just?" your eyebrows furrow, eyes widening as he shoots his load in your warm cunt. "satoru!"
he stops, flinching as he hears the urgency in your voice. "y-yeah," he coughs awkwardly. "i did."
nanami kento
was eating you out, as the good boyfriend he is
and he wanted to try something new, something a little... cold
he put an ice cube in his mouth and while he was going down on you, pushed it against you with his tongue
and then it slipped in
like all the way in
nanami's tongue pushes flat against your opening, ripping moan after moan from your whiny voice. the ice in his mouth presses sharply against your clit, the cold sensation sending vibrations of pleasure throughout your body.
the contrast of kento's warm mouth against your freezing, throbbing cunt sends your head whirling, breathing turning to shaky, hushed gasps. "s-so good, ken."
a chuckle erupts from his throat and the sensation makes you shiver against him. "yeah?" he teases, ice slipping past his lips.
you want to savor the feeling, how hot he feels lapping at your cunt despite the coldness of the ice. it's addicting, and the added water dripping against your burning bodies only makes the noises coming from nanami even more lewd. however, before he has time to readjust, your hips shift, pushing the ice cube further against you. a small yelp escapes your lips as your hand anchors in nanami's hair, pulling roughly at the locks. "it just went in," wide eyes stare back at yours as panic washes over his features.
"i'm so sorry baby, that was my fault," he apologizes, eyes filled with worry at the thought of you being uncomfortable. "do you... want me to try to get it out?" he asks hesitantly, feeling your grip in his hair loosen before sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"uhh, i mean it's gotta melt sometime. do you just wanna keep going?"
geto suguru
backshots— his favorite position
and he was going HARD
halfway through he accidentally pulled out all the way
and when attempting to keep up the pace and rhythm, he tried to slip it back in in one thrust
he missed and his dick went in your ass
the squelching noises are embarrassingly loud as suguru mercilessly grinds his hips against you. one hand grips the flesh of your ass, fingers turning your skin red, while the other tangles itself in your hair, pulling roughly at the locks.
it hurts. it's hard to breathe and it's nearly impossible to squirm. with the way your back is arched for him, you can only take solace in the fact that your laying in your stomach, body nearly flush against the bed, as opposed to your hands and knees. and suguru's pace is fast. cock hammering your cervix so hard you gasp every time he pushes in.
the hand in your hair slides down your back and wraps around your front, fingers sliding through your pussy before finding your clit.
the sudden sensation makes you jolt, pleasure pooling between your legs, making it easier for suguru to pump in and out. "su-" you whimper, barely audible as he picks up speed.
suguru just replies with an moan of your name, head spinning from the feeling of your walls tightening around him. it doesn't stop him from accidentally pulling out completely though, and with a frustrated whine you wiggle your hips, mentioning for him to fill you back up.
and he does.
you nearly scream at the feeling of suguru's cock entering your ass. the shear force itself could split you in two— let alone toppled with how big he was. you felt your soul leave your body.
when he pulls out, your ass burns. tears almost force themselves down your cheeks and onto the bed when suguru asks if you're alright.
you say you're done for the night.
fushiguro toji
toji is a man who will do it anywhere
the bed, the kitchen, the wall, in public
but one of his favorite places in the shower
except it's a little hard to orgasm when you keep slipping out of his hold
the slippery wall is cold on your back, especially compared to the hot water hitting your side. your skin is burnt red, and if it wasn't already so hot in the room you'd probably steam floating off your bodies.
and yet your core feels hotter than the water. with the way toji's fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs, along with the way his tip continually rubs up against that sweet spot, your toes curl with each thrust.
your fingers curl through his wet hair, tangling the dark locks as his mouth latches onto your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. "s-shit," you stutter, mind scrambling to find the right words to say to keep him going. if you knew any better, you'd say he was fucking you dumb.
his tongue glides along the new bruise he left behind, a stifled moan escaping his lips. that seems to only make you all the more desperate for him to split you open, and you find yourself using his shoulders to bounce yourself in time with him. another moan, this time louder, erupts from the man beneath you, and you feel him lose all composure.
however tight of a grip you thought toji had on you, it wasn't tight enough. in one swift motion your ass makes contact with the floor, a loud smack ringing through the bathroom walls. your tailbone screaming in pain as toji stares down at you, horrified.
the water above you hits the top of your head as you reach an arm out for the man to help you up, to which he eagerly does. yet toji's expression has lost all concern as he bursts out into laughter, hand gliding over the soft skin of your ass to massage it. "you alright?"
kamo choso
this happened the first time you guys fucked and he vouched to never let it happen again
it's safe to say choso has not been around the block a few times
if ever
so how the hell was he supposed to know you wanted him to make some sort of noise while you two were doing it?
it wasn't awkward at the start. with the way choso's lips viciously attacked yours, swallowing every one of your sweet moans, you could've sworn he was more than experienced in bed. his fingers knew all the right spots, his tongue kept you coming back for more, and yet he never uttered a single word.
choso's fingers glide through your folds with ease, the tips teasingly prodding at your entrance as his thumb pushes back the hood of your clit. so entranced at the way your walls attempt to suck him in, he can barely feel your fingers curl through his hair. yet he's quick to understand where you want him to be, mouth latching to your sensitive tit, tongue kitten-licking the hardened bud as his cock pushes up against your thigh. he's rock hard, yet as his mindlessly sucks at your chest, his fingers begin circling your clit.
jolts of pleasure pool at his fingers, a soft mewl escaping your lips as you pull his face up to meet yours. "want your cock," you mumble. "please, cho."
choso doesn't answer, instead pulling away and shifting to move above you, eagerly lining his dick up with your entrance. and it's a stretch, but even with the way your soft walls flutter around him, he's silent, watching intently at the way you wince at his size.
"fuck, cho-" you barely manage to get out. but he doesn't response, not even with a grunt. and that pisses you off. so you decide to play along.
your hips swivel against him, and the way his brows furrow in pleasure doesn't go unnoticed. yet instead of moaning, he bites his bottom lip, concealing any type of sound. the way his arms trap you beneath him, his face oh-so-close to your ear, you thought you'd be able to hear some type of whine. but not even a shaky breath leaves him.
this game wasn't lasting long for you— you knew that from the start. not with the way he somehow knows exactly how to grind into you throbbing cunt, skin rubbing perfectly against your clit. and every moan you let out only embarrasses you more— and the now awkward sound of skin slapping skin makes you wonder if he's even enjoying himself.
but he does finish, before you, in fact. and it's not until once your both cuddling, nearly asleep, that you bring it up.
"hey so, about earlier."
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harbingersecho · 3 months
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six fanarts thing - ty to everyone who gave me the chs!!
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purrrcrastination · 4 months
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if he were alive today the fan fiction would be feral
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daincrediblegg · 2 years
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Dream of the Endless Alphabet Headcanons
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A/N: Well. I’m back on my bull. I’m deeply in love with this anthropomorphic personification and I’m going to make it everyone else’s problem. As usual with these horny works, 18+ only. Thank you, you’re welcome, and Enjoy.
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after)
Where to begin with him… you wouldn’t expect him to behave as he does after the fact. For what is this carnal dance but fleeting feeling to an Endless? You would envision him laying in bed, brooding silence. And then? The slow and somber rise, donning his coat again, for he has duties to attend to, leaving the bed cold as the pallor of his skin.
… But this is not so for you. For when he breathes his last of bliss he sinks deep into the down of your bed, he stays with you. Not even so much as moving himself from your embrace, perhaps even seeking it out, still so gentle and perhaps even timid, despite that not moments ago you were far closer. Perhaps your fantasy would be warranted were you a mere fling… But as his touch, as delicate as the sheets around you will tell… he loves you. Truly. And with that, he will not want to part with so wantonly. And so you will rest a while. You in his arms and him in yours. Perhaps not to sleep but to find comfort in one another. And not just in touch but in words, poetry trickling off his pinkened lips in dulcet tones.  After all, there’s no rush in savoring any moment he can have with you. For as much as he’s loved and lost in all his eons of existence, every single one is never the same, and feeling what he feels with you is worth cherishing.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He doesn’t quite know what to make of that… He’s… he’s not like any man. His form is his own and he chooses how he appears. It changes over the ages. He’s never felt discomfort in his own skin- or favored any part of him. He likes who he is all over. The way he is at any given moment. And you? He feels much the same way. He’s a creator himself. He has shaped so many dreams and nightmares, from the beautiful and enchanting to the horrific and terrifying. But in so many creations he has learned that everything holds its own beauty in a sense. Whether it be a grotesque shape that holds its metaphor for human psyche or a beauty’s physicality that inspires horror… there is so much meaning in these things that mere mortals could never comprehend. Not even in themselves. And he sees it in you. The way you carry your very soul through the world bewitches him in a way he’s not sure he can describe. But it’s all because you are you- and there will never be another the same. So whatever being created you he knows not, but he knows your form suits you and what you mean to him, and it draws him to you all the more for it.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
You would have to believe it to see it, but the dream lord’s seed literally shines. It flows like honey, bitter or tart like berries (certainly far more pleasant than any mortal’s), and it flows like liquid pearl, subtle rainbows that shimmer beneath the milky white surface when you catch it in the right light (not that that should occur often, though).
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Oh my dear, there are many dirty secrets spanning millennia that it would take a whole human lifetime to relay them. He is the bearer of the collective living unconscious, after all. He knows more dirty secrets than even one man could possibly imagine. He will be reluctant to admit a good many of them, but one he might be willing to admit to you is that… well… there isn’t an inch of the dreaming that hasn’t seen its fair share of couplings (yes, not even Fiddler’s Green is a stranger to lovers taking to a shady glade). He never quite saw the appeal of doing such things in such wondrous places… until he became infatuated with you, that is.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I should say he does. He is endless, after all. If not by his own physical experiences from time immemorial, the dreams of others that he has observed over millenia certainly proves most interesting study material. Not to mention much unsolicited advice from his dearly detested sibling (of which he receives with an interesting abundance especially when word gets out that he has taken a new lover- some of which meant to trick him into foibles in his new romance- so be warned, but not worried. Dream knows very well that the best source of inspiration for new experiences is the one who will be a part of that- so in these matters, your council will be his greatest asset, and he will certainly never fail to please in that regard.)
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Above all, he wishes to be able to meet your eyes. There’s little that he desires in the whole of creation than to look upon you- especially when he’s inside you- and to kiss you, and to tell you that you are loved by him. Whilst simultaneously hoping beyond all possibility that with that understanding- with knowing who and what he is- all of him… that you feel the same. And to see it there. Written on your face and whispered in your sighs against his skin? It means more to him than you know.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Dream is… well… he doesn’t seem that much different than usual. Still as stoic and brooding as ever even in romance but… for you? Recently he’s found he’s taken on a bit of a lighter air. He’s been changed. Not just from his imprisonment but by his return to his role and function. For as many times as he’s loved and lost he now has you and this new love in this new age and there is a brightness to you that he finds a bit infectious. Now, don’t go expecting him to be the picture of a blushing beau for that will most likely never be his way, but… you will be no stranger to a coy smirk. A gentle- barely there smile as he awaits the next press of his lips to yours. Severity to a degree lessened on the features of his face that is a result of your words in his ears. And he will not refrain from such gestures when being intimate with you either.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
There is… truly not much of a carpet to speak of- and thats just… canon, from what I’ve seen. He could change it. Might be influenced to do so should he see such a thing in your fantasies. And if he did, it would be as wild as the hair on his head surely. Not unkempt, of course, but… different.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Intimacy really brings out the best in Morpheus. None would guess it of him, considering how cold and detached he seems in front of most company. But in yours? Alone? The walls lower a little, just enough to allow you and you alone a glimpse into the wealth and wonder of what he truly feels. You see, the truth is he’s a romantic at the very heart of him.. But it overwhelms even him, and so he does his best to control it lest his own love consume him. So you’ll have to forgive his gentle touches, the delicate brush of fingertips on your skin, how softly he holds you in the night, but know it is so much more than most will ever see. Especially in his eyes that often overflow with his love for you. And this is why he enjoys your company the most. Because it’s not often he lets himself go even a little, but with you? There’s absolutely no reason for him not to.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Oh he doesn’t do this often. If at all. He doesn’t really need to, to begin with. But also if he does feel something for someone to the degree that he feels he does need to touch himself for some relief, he will restrain himself as much as possible, because if he gives into his desires, his sibling will certainly know of it, and he can’t have that. Possibly a moot point since it will only allow his own desire for you fester to boiling regardless… but hey I mean what can you do when your family is like his?
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise. Both giving and receiving, but allow me to emphasize that it’s not quite in a traditional sense that he enjoys it. It’s not as though he necessarily needs it himself- he is endless, after all. There is no authority to which he needs to supplicate himself for approval, nor will he demand such a thing from a lover such as you. But when he’s with you… it’s like a match sparks to life inside him. He cannot help but express in as many words how much he loves your touch, the feel of you, with him and around him. It’s like the words of a thousand poets who have ever felt the spark of love write the very words that trickle off his tongue but what the world would not know is that the truth is he had a hand in those very words, and that his love for you, and your love for him is what makes them real. But even more than doling out such elegant praise upon you is hearing it from you. Your own words. His may be calculated but yours are spontaneous and wild and do not exist until you care to utter them. And it is this poetry of your own, unique entirely to you that spurs him on more than anything in the world. Knowing that it is a result of how he makes you feel- and in turn how you make him feel? There is absolutely no greater bliss to him. And whatever you give you shall get in turn.
Also… he may enjoy watching you sleep, watching you dream. He will not do so without your consent, of course. Or do so from afar (which is not unlike how he has observed other sleepers… it’s only different in that he has much stronger feelings for you). And of course, he would never do so in a way that unsettles you. But he finds seeing you in such a state of peace relaxes him as well. Knowing also that your mind still conjures him even when he is not in the dreaming, in the waking world beside you… sometimes he can’t help but caress your cheek, Your form, perhaps even give you a dream that merits the sounds you make when he reaches lower…
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Anywhere and everywhere. While a bed is well and good… the fantasy of taking a lover under the cover of night… the temptation of a kiss in the rain… Of the rolling of his hips against yours as the thunder in a distant gray sky, by a fire, or in a sunlit meadow beneath the shade of a wizened tree, strewn with flowers… There’s no place he cannot see appeal making love in. He has seen many such fantasies after all, and he figures what is the point of them all if he cannot emulate some of them with you?
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Beyond a shadow of a doubt, nothing piques Lord Morpheus’s interest like a beautiful mind. By one who is intelligent, imaginative, wise, and not short on bravery. He didn’t see much of these things in people, before or after his imprisonment. But lately he’s been coming around to it more- even though people do not see these things in themselves. And in you? Whether it is particularly true or not to you in your own mind it is what he sees without a doubt.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He will not be a master to you. He’d always had a mind to this, long before one such as you even existed, but… His imprisonment… Calliope’s… It’s such a thing he cannot abide, and he’s seen more than enough of it for one lifetime. Even if in a fantasy, it drudges up all those horrible memories of locked rooms and menacing footsteps, of dungeons, and cages of glass and the cold and damp of the stale condensation of his own breath on his naked skin. He cannot see it in him to possess you in any way as a result, and he would ask the same of you in turn. You are his equal in all things if you are truly loved by him, and as such he will provide nothing less to you in intimacy as well. That being said, it should also be noted that your consent matters to him more than anything else. He will not so much as lay a hand on you without a sign from you that it is what you want of him.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Well… he will never admit which he prefers, though perhaps he doesn’t truly have one. On the one hand, he does love putting his mouth upon you, drawing from you a rush of thoughts and ideas and fantasies as his cheeks hollow, as though he is feeding not just upon you and the sweetness that flows from you like ambrosia, but on the thoughts that swirl in your head themselves. And on the other… he will admit, your touch upon him, the pleasure in reciprocity… the feel of another similarly drawing his love out of him- more powerfully than he could ever expect of any mortal or God alike- to know also how you feel much the same as he does when he reprises the act upon you, and to allow him to actually enjoy the comfort of another… that is quite something special to him as well. So perhaps he doesn’t have to choose- as is the case with so many things in the world.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Morpheus prefers making love slowly and sensually by far. He knows better than most that love is a wild and varied thing but he himself prefers to treat the act itself much like one might approach poetry. It is a dance and dalliance of form. Practiced, calculated, and yet passionate and spontaneous. All with a single goal to him: to find a greater closeness with you. He will take his time with you, then. Pouring over every part of you, delving and exploring the depths of you until every part of you has seen his love for you. Assuring that you feel him as much as he feels you.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t often prefer them. He is not so driven by desperation in such a way that would lead him to abandon his senses. Besides, he’s as patient as they come. He can wait to make love to you properly… but that’s not to say he hasn’t had moments, overwhelmed with love for you. Where your kiss has left him wanting with an ache that he simply cannot shake. That drives him to tuck you into quiet dark corners, bodies obscured by his coat of stars as he sends your senses reeling into oblivion.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
On the whole, no. This is not to say he’s not willing to be adventurous with you- not in the slightest. But there is a wealth of difference between adventure and risk. He will never seek to compromise your honor in any way or put you in an uncomfortable position, nor will he try something new without asking you about it first. But he is certainly not opposed when something piques his interest of you or you of him… to explore it in the moment with you. Of that he is certain he will never tire.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
A long time. A damn good long time if he has the mind to. A being such as he is not subject to the same restrictions of mortals. He could, as a matter of objective fact, go all night long. So this being said, he ensures your ultimate pleasure first before he himself joins you in bliss, but will be sure to follow you, close behind if not at the exact same moment. And should you wish it, it will not be long before he is ready to please you again.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t precisely own toys, but if it is what you wish… he certainly could make them. He would like to think he is enough (and truthfully, because of who he is, that is as a matter of fact usually the case), but if it is simply a matter of heightening your own pleasure and experience, he cannot argue with that, and will happily indulge you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh boy. His teasing could very well be the end of you. He won’t keep you in suspense all the livelong day… lest that is what you wish. But he is very good at timing it out. He will mostly tease you with his words, or light touches meant to spark your attention, then keep you on edge as he waits for you to tell him exactly what you need of him. He will not ask, he will not goad. He will simply wait for any sign from you that you want more of him. Then and only then will he grant you what you wish of him.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
With Morpheus, it is entirely dependent on the situation. If he so chooses he can be as silent as the grave, in fact. But that occurrence is extremely rare, best reserved for dalliances that require a certain level of discretion that would otherwise not be required. But when it is you two alone? His moans are sometimes like a melody, deep, and rich, and others swirling airy choruses of pleasure. He’s never one to shout, and nothing that tumbles from those rosy lips will ever be brash or coarse. The epitome of music in the ears is all you will ever hear from him.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He should be loath to admit it to anyone other than you, but he quite enjoys (and perhaps even prefers) making love to you in the waking world. He loves the dreaming as well, don’t get him wrong, for it is a part of him as much as he is a part of it… but most humans don’t see their love of the dreaming nearly as much in the waking world. They love the dreaming when they’re in it but put all their worth and importance in their waking life. He is used to that. He understands that… but yet then you in the waking world love him as fiercely as you might in the dreaming. And you show him that you are not alone in this for all the wonder you see in the world, of how your dreams and ideas and love for him and what he represents shapes the world as you see it and how it sees you, in spite of all he’s witnessed from other more wretched humans to the contrary. You’re easily the most staunch reminder he’s received that his existence is more vital than he realizes sometimes. And he loves you for that, and wishes to pay tribute to it in your own realm.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Though you all know I love getting into the specifics, here… I’m afraid it’s quite impossible. Morpheus is of the Endless, after all. His form is never fixed. It changes by his will and his alone… but where your desires lie are also taken into account. So close your eyes, and imagine what you will, for when you open them, whatever your deepest fantasies could conjure is what he can provide.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
… God how does one exactly describe the sex drive of the anthropomorphic personification of the collective unconscious? It’s… quite chaotic, honestly. Sometimes he burns with the thought of touching you and others it’s not exactly his primary focus. This isn’t to say he has periods of non-desire for you, but sex is not the most important thing for him just… in general. He’s in love with you for who you are first and foremost. The rest is as you like.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
The King of Dreams has not much of a need for sleep himself. It’s ironic, he knows, but it is simply who he is. And he will stay awake, as long as you are conscious yourself, for he will not want to miss a single moment he could spend in your waking presence, knowing every little bit of you that he can. But the moment you close your eyes, and drift into his realm… you would be surprised to learn that he joins you. He too rests his eyes, settles into the warmth of your embrace. He may not need to sleep but it is rare that he has moments of true restfulness, and somehow, he finds that task much easier when holding you in his arms.
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