Writingbygenesis - Headcanons And More!

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T. KAULITZ x READER

headcanons ! ఌ

synopsis; nsfw & sfw headcanons about tom

warnings; contains both sfw and nsfw so ofc it mentions sex you know all that, the usual shit

authors note; two posts in one day?? what is going on🤨 anyways please leave some stuff in my asks guys! it can be anything just regular convos or reqs !! (¯ ³¯)♡

sfw

- tom is bipolar asf

- like he’ll literally be cuddling up to you muttering how much he loves you to literally ignoring you while he’s on his phone

- but when he’s in a good mood OMG

- he is

- adorable

- omg like????

- he’ll be on top of you his head on your chest just mumbling about how pretty you are was you play with his dreads/braids

- and he gives you kisses every now and again AHHHHH

- if you’re in the band he’s always looking at you and you know like in concerts when they walk towards eachother? yeah, he does that but he’s ALWAYS near you no matter what

- type of guy to makeout with you on stage for everyone to see after the concert

- if you’re not in the band, you’re either backstage for him to immediately go to or you’re in the crowd, him making sure to put you near the front

- he’s winking at you

- he loves to brag about you in interviews

- if the interviewer asks about you he just smirks

- he’s so proud

- also the type of guy to kiss you ANYWHERE

- like he don’t care about paparazzi

- he asked you out and fell first

- but you said “i love you” first

- at first he was surprised and kinda went all quiet but then after he said it back he was rly happy

- really happy if you know what i mean ;)

nsfw

- literally the horniest mf.

- as in,majority of the time you’re together, he wants you

- more of a receiver than a giver, but will never pass up an opportunity to give you head

- this man has STAMINA

- can go for lots of rounds

- i’d say normally until ur both too overstimulated to function😭

- he’s usually a dom but he’s a switch.

- there will be a rare occasion after a few rounds where you’re on top and he’s full on WHIMPERING for you

- like begging too

- maybe that’s just my kinks showing idk

- BUT

- def a switch

- the type of guy to grab your wrist and brush your hand against his boner to tell you it’s time for a quickie

- you guys have LOADS of quickies

- you both prefer more intimate, long sex but you won’t pass up a quickie

- like it’s more than 5 times a day

- he’s whispering to you how horny he is

- making an excuse to everyone else and rushing off somewhere

- him covering your mouth to be quiet but also his own

- i feel like he mostly groans and grunts but definitely moans too, only whimpers or whines when he’s under

- he’d def moan in your ear as he cums

- as i said before, after you both said “i love you”

- OMG

- like it went on nearly all night

- so many positions

- you were on too a few times, he was another few

- the bed sheets had to be THROWN OUT

- the room smelled of sex for like a few days

- this man loves sex.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ atwow (& y/n) as a modern friend group in pictures!!

❀ disregard race and physical looks, i just based who’s who based on gender, placement, ect! just imagine them as themselves :)

❀ i got all of these from pinterest!

❀ imagine these posted on their ig stories!

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I just cant stop thinking of Earth-42! miles with a reader that falls for prowler first.

(had to rewrite this post because it didnt save the first time *frustration*)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

EARTH-42 MILES MORALES X Reader

I imagine you’ve snuck out, leaving your apartment in the middle of the night unbeknownst to your parents.

Youre walking down to your house under the cover of darkness when quickly you notice your being followed.

You curse silently.

The man behind you is much bigger than you are, and youre not sure you could fight him off if it came to it.

You start taking random turns, leading the man away from your apartment building, but as you being to pass an alley way, he grabs you, ducking you in.

He has you against a wall, his forearm holding your neck to the bricks.

“Youre real beautiful, do me a favor and keep quiet.” You flinch as his voice, hands shaking as your eyes begin to water.

Then suddenly theres a ‘whoosh’ and the man falls to the ground, dead.

You look up to your rescuer, and its the prowler, a well know criminal in the area.

Your heart beats in your ears as he begins to walk away, boots clanking down the sidewalk.

You run after him.

“Thank you!” You say, jogging to keep up with his strides.

“You really saved my ass.”

“It’s dangerous out at night.” He huffs, voiced warbled by the mask. You let out a little chuckle.

“Yeah…” You stop walking.

“Could you walk me home? please?”

The prowler stops walking, most likely contemplating what he should do. Then he lets out another sigh.

“You owe me.” He states firmly, turnning around to face you.

You smile, carefully wrapping your hand around two if his clawed, gloved fingers and leading him in the opposite direction.

The walk was almost silent, you taking occasional glances at the villian by your side. You noticed he had two thick braids that cascaded down his neck.

What you didnt notice was the glances he spared at you.

When the two if you reached your apartment, he watched as you climbed the fire escape to your window. You open it, climbing inside. Then you pole your head back out, mouthing a ‘thank you!’ and waving down at the prowler.

you wait expectantly for him to wave back, smiling once he finally does.

Then he disappears.

You didnt know if you would ever see the masked villian again.

So imagine your surprise two weeks later when theres a knock at your window.

It was around 8pm, you were working on a school assignment when the sound of metal tapping glass hit your ears.

You turn in your spinning chair, eyes widened at the sight of prowler crouched in your window.

You rush to unlock it, pullibg up the glass pane and letting the night air in.

“Missed me?” You ask, trying to mask the shaking in your voice.

“Do you have a digital alarm clock?” He asks, ignoring your question all together.

You think for a moment.

“I might have my old one in my closet.” You say, not giving him a chance to reply before you turned on your heel.

You expected him to follow you, but he didnt, staying perched in the window and looking around your bedroom from the outside.

He waited as you rummaged through your things.

Then suddenly you emerged, holding an alarm clock, the cord trailing behind you.

What do you need it for?” you ask.

“Mechanical parts.” was his vauge reply.

, you hand it to him.

He held it in one of his clawed hands, getting ready to depart. That was until you crossed your arms and loudly cleared your throat.

He looked at you.

“Thank you?” You raise an eyebrow.

“……..Thanks.” He mumbles, just before jumping off the fire escape and disappearing again.

The next time you see him is well over a month later.

Its a little past 3am, and you’re well into needed sleep.

Then theres another knock at you window.

A bunch of knocks actually. You hear the metal tapping sound until you rise from your bed, annoyed to say the least.

When you see Prowler at your window once again, you pick up the pace moving to the window to open it.

This time, as soon as you life the pane, he steps in.

Or he tries to, he trips, his body hitting the ground softly next to your bed.

“Woah- are you alright…” You ask, panicked.

He doesn’t answer.

“Prowler….?” You ask, closing the window.

Still no answer.

“pleasedontbedeadpleasedontbedeadpleasedontbedead…” You press your ear to his metal chest, bending down to his laying position.

Hes breathing.

You sigh in relief.

You sit and think for a moment before carefully sitting him up.

You try your best to remove all the parts of his suit, placing them in a neat pile in your closet as you go.

You realize theres a flesh wound on the side of his ribs, and a couple cuts and bruises elsewhere.

After immense debate, you hesitantly press the button on his mask, letting it move to the side to reveal his face.

Hes…handsome, you realize, and much younger than you imagined. There was a cut on his face and a bruise by his hairline, there was a bit of bleeding in his scalp, you assumed thats what caused him to pass out.

You tiptoe to the bathroom, grabbing a first aid kit and begining to clean him up with a warm rag and bandages.

You even unbraid his hair, dressing the wound in his scalp and braiding it back in a way that wouldn’t irritate the healing.

He doesnt stir in the slightest, seemingly a heavy sleeper.

After you’re finished, you carefully move him to your bed, and cuddle up beside him. You get close, but dont touch him, then slowly you drift off to sleep.

When Miles wakes up, his initial response is panic. He begins to look around, trying to pinpoint where he is.

He flinches as he lifts his arm to rub the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning.” You say, emerging from the bathroom dressed for school the day.

He watches as you begin to do your hair in the mirror.

“G’mornin.” He mumbles, still watching you.

“How are you feeling?” You ask. He looks down, analyzing how you dressed his wounds.

“Im fine. Sore. You aint do too bad here.” He says. Now you can really hear his accent without the mask.

“Good. Good… you scared me yknow, I was worried.” You mumble.

Miles furrows his eyes, but he keeps quiet.

He watches as you grab you bookbag and your keys.

“Your suit is in my closet. I set out clean towels in my bathroom if you want to shower. My dad is gone for the day, you can make yourself something to eat if you’d like. Leave whenever you want, just please close my window when you go.” You say, hand on the doorframe.

“Okay………..….thank you.” he mumbles, still staring hard at you.

“You’re welcomeee…..” You leave the sentence open.

“…..Miles.” He says softly.

“Miles.” You repeat.

“Get some rest.” You say, opening the door.

“And dont be a stranger.”

His gaze lingers on the doorway even long after you’ve left.

And when you come home, Miles is gone.

The towels are in the hamper, his suit is gone from the closet, your bed is made, and the window is closed, its like he was never there at all.

But then sitting on your desk, theres $300 cash and a small note.

“Thanks again, Hermosa……-Miles”

☕️🍄🍁🍂happy autumn things🍂🍁🍄☕️

- stepping on a crunchy leaf and feeling it crumble under your shoe

- drinking tea/coffee first thing in the morning, making you feel all cozy and warm

- snuggling up under a blanket with a book, getting lost in your imagination and the book

- cooking some nice, warm soup and sharing it with a loved one

- studying while its getting dark outside, turning on a light

- going to bed under a warm, warm blanket, wishing you could stay there forever

Hereditary (2018)