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I apologize that it took me two years to reply to this but honestly fuck it why not I never expected to become a writer for Draven league of legends smut but here we are. I might post this half unfinished but I’ll update it later if I do

Draven Smut Headcannons

He’s full of himself, obviously, everyone expects this man to be like, a total loser who’s selfish as shit in the bedroom, right? Wrong. This is the most pathetic service top you’ve ever seen in your life. All that desire for attention? Yeah it turns into begging and trying to do anything he can to “win” by making you feel good

He’s ripped as all shit, and he uses it to both your advantage. He’s muscular enough to do just about any sex position you can think of.

When he showers his hair actually lays down and looks nice, he does it up in that spiky updo for the arena. he is a big fan of hair play, yank on that shit

V o c a l

Okay so we all know about Astarion’s incredibly tragic past but I had the realization the other day that if you romance Astarion, you’re his first love. He was taken by Cazador right after his death, as far as I’m aware, and then stuck in that hellhole for 200 years. Even if he had a crush or something before his death, he wouldn’t have had the time to indulge in it, nor would he remember it. 40 years is a blink of an eye to an elf, especially when its followed by the most traumatic 200 years of your life.

But think about that. You’re his *first love.* He has no idea what a healthy relationship looks, he’s only ever been treated like an object. He doesn’t know what to when he realizes he cares for you because he’s never cared for someone before. He’s only ever had to look out for himself and try to stay alive. Even when you find him at the nautiloid crash site, it’s no wonder he considers killing you. He has *no* idea that there are people out there who don’t intend to take advantage of him, and until he gets to know you, he has no way of knowing that at all. But then he falls for you, and he’s falling in love for the first time. If you have, do you remember what that feeling was like? That realization that “oh god, I care for this person so much…” and how it can shake you to your core? He’s going through that at the same time that he’s learning how to be a person for himself instead of an object for someone else.

Sure! Sorry it took so long for this, I went to write it a while ago and it wouldn't show up in my ask box. (I'm gonna use he/they pronouns for HK, it's just a little headcannon of mine but I wanted to note it in advance ^^)

Hollow Knight x Butterfly Reader

Growing up in the white palace wasn't exactly the most "fun" childhood, so any escape was welcomed by HK. He got good at slipping away, sneaking around corners and getting familiar with the places no one looked. By the time he was a teenager, (in,, bug years,, i guess?), he was an expert at moving around the palace, completely unseen.

This is how they met you; sneaking out one day for a breather after a meeting about the spreading infection started to get far too heated. It had been years since they would slip out for fun, an as they grew into adulthood, their fate was starting to weigh on them. They made their way out, before slipping off to edge of The City of Tears. They had been sitting quietly, minding their business when they glanced over to see they weren't alone in the small alcove they spent their time in.

They were surprised, but curious, to see someone else there. They quietly approached you, making a small clicking noise to make their presence known. When you turned around, they perked up in polite curiosity. They hadn't actually talked to anyone outside the palace when they snuck out.

Communicating through a form of sign language, and the occasional click or nod, he did his best to introduce himself to you.

After that day, and meeting you, he started sneaking out to that spot more and more, curious to make a friend. You were a butterfly, and he had only met one or two others who were diplomats from Pharloom, and he wondered if you hailed from there as well.

As the years continued on, he started to get to know you more and more, meeting you in your hiding spot, and eventually sneaking off to other quiet parts of the kingdom for small adventures with you.

After a while, they finally realized how they felt about you. Understanding feelings was hard for them, especially since it was, quite literally, the last thing they were built for. But they felt them, very strongly, for you.

One day, he finally decided to bring you back to the palace. He showed you the path, and snuck you into the palace gardens. It was a beautiful area, cultivated to look like the Queen's Garden. Shyly, he confessed his feelings, explaining how much he valued your friendship over the years and that he had fallen in love with you. He presented you with a delicate flower that he asked Ze'mer for, and awaited your answer.

May I request some IdV HCs for Luchino with a Reader (Survivor, if possible) who uses jumping stilts? I just find it hilarious that a human can jump almost as high as him, hA-

Have a good day/evening/night/morning, and feel free to decline! Bye!

(sorry for my possible mistakes, english isn't my first language)

Sure!! Sorry for the late response, I'm horrible about writing things on time. But your english is great! I think at the time of writing my draft for this, which was quite a while ago, I had planned to write it as Hunter Luchino x Survivor!Reader, so that's what I've got going on here. I don't remember if his survivor form had been released at that time or not but just for clarification, this is Hunter Luchino ^^

Luchino x Survivor!Reader who uses Jumping Stilts

Luchino was used to all sorts of strange new survivors with strange new skills appearing at the manor, but he never expected this.

He had been in a match, hunting as usual, when he saw a rather tall survivor working on a cipher a ways away. He chuckled to himself, thinking about how height must be a disadvantage when trying to survive in a game like this. He launched himself over, just barely missing

You screamed, running off as quickly as you could, and he began to follow. After a while of running, kiting, and lucky misses from Luchino, he finally had you cornered. The only way for you to get out was up, onto a balcony, and to his surprise, up you went.

He had noticed the strange devices on your legs when he tried to hit you the first time, and realized that they were the cause behind your height. But he had assumed they were some kind of leg brace, not a device to help you jump. He was incredibly impressed you managed to get that high.

He quickly followed you, faster than you had anticipated, and grabbed you by the back of your shirt. Dangling you in the air before him, he looked you up and down, studying your stilts for a moment before speaking.

"Those allow you to jump like me?" He asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.

"Y-yes. They're jumping stilts." You nervously replied, heart beating out of your chest.

He made a noise that sounded like a grunt, before using his other hand to lift one of your legs closer to his face so that he could examine it.

"Can I make a deal with you?" He said after a moment. "I'll let you go, end the match, if you allow me to study these back at the manor. I've wasted enough time chasing you, and frankly I don't see why I should down you and risk breaking these contraptions."

You nodded yes, agreeing, and he put you back on the ground. He had you follow him around, asking you to try jumping onto different spots and see which ones you could and couldn't get to. By the time he had finished, your teammates had finished the ciphers and begun opening the doors. They pinged on their radios that you should leave, and that they could help you, but you pinged back to leave without you, so they did.

Luchino walked you to the gates, making small talk, asking more questions about the stilts, simply having a pleasant conversation until you made it to your location. He bid you farewell and sent you on your way, before walking away, presumably to whatever exit the hunters used.

Despite the fact that he was a hunter, tasked with eliminating you and your fellow survivors, you felt strangely comfortable around him. Maybe it was that he shared your inquisitive nature, maybe it was because he was such pleasant company, always offering you tea whenever you met with him to discuss the stilts, or maybe it was the fact that after enough meetings, the stilts were all but forgotten in conversation. What started out as a mutual interest became a regular meeting for the two of you, enjoying tea and one another's conversation.

Eventually, you noticed your own heart raced when around him, but not in the way it used to. You tried not to read into the little things, like how he started stuttering sometimes when you accidently touched his hand reaching for more tea, or how he would clear his throat after making eye contact with you for what felt like just a little too long. But you wanted to read into it, deep down, you wanted to be right.

And you were. He couldn't quite bring himself to say it, or to do anything about it, but you were so incredibly right. He too had started to have feelings for you, someone clever like him, someone who shared a bit of his strangeness, someone he was beginning to trust. It was hard not to fall for you, but here he was. He was hooked on every word you spoke. He wasn't ready to say it yet, but he was truly falling for you.

I find it so funny that if you let Astarion drain you that he seems so incredibly shocked the next morning. Like I get that being able to bring back the dead isn’t SUPER common but all of them have scrolls of revive (HE HAD FIVE WHEN HE JOINED MY PARTY FOR SOME REASON??) and then you talk to him and he’s like “oh shit :0” like OF COURSE YOU GOT BROUGHT BACK WITHERS IS RIGHT THERE!!!

If you can’t do it then that’s alright! Thank you though :)

Honestly, sure! It's been a while since I've written Sally Face, so why not?

Sally Face X "Coraline" S/O

Sal's world was already full of the strange and unusual, so he was more "oh shit not again" than scared when you came back with one of your eyes turned into a giant button

He takes it really well, when you sit down and explain to him what you went through. He wraps his arm around you to silently let you know that you're safe now.

He's used to strange stares, growing up with his prosthetic, so he isn't off put by it in the slightest. He even offers to help you if you want to either cover it up with an eyepatch, or if you want make it a statement, go out of your way to highlight it.

If you get nightmares or flashbacks from being in the "other world", he'll stay up to silently comfort you. If you need him to talk, he will, but after being tossed around in so many strange and dangerous situations, he tends to find the most comfort in loving silence.

If you're okay with it, he gets another mask and decorates it to match your eyed, buttons, sewing details, etc.

He follows your lead on this one; if you were traumatized and don't want to think about it, he will try to help you heal. If you are proud to have survived and want to show off your "battle scar", he will totally embrace that.

Honestly, part of him wonders if the Beldam and her world are somehow connected to the cult, and if they even know about it. She seems dangerous and powerful, and there's been a few sleepless nights where he stays up worrying about it. He trusts that you sealed her away, but after dealing with the cult for years, he doesn't trust magical seals staying sealed anymore.