Would You Accept Requests For Zevlor? How Many Characters Can We Request For Headcanons? Would You Do

Would you accept requests for Zevlor? How many characters can we request for headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Thanks!

Oh sure! I'll quickly add Zevlor to the list.

I'll say about a max of six, any more would mess with the image limit for posting and just in general how much I'd need to write. I'll also just add that to my rules for convenience.

Of course! I can do multiple characters with the same prompt, in the same post or in a different one, it just depends on what you want, really.

No problem, thanks for asking!! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

AHHH THAT'S SO CUTE!!! ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ I've never had someone make fanart of one of my headcanons before, this is adorable and I love your art

Hey so what does the CG in CG Storm and CG Rogue stand for?

CG stands for Caregiver. It basically means somebody who looks after a person while they're regressing, they could take the place of a parent, sibling, etc!

OOOHHH!!! I see! No wonder! Thank you for answering my question because I was so confused 😵‍💫

No problem!

Hey i hope I didn't bother you but can I ask for a friend, if it's Okey to give you fan art?

Absolutely!

Ok, so I'm in the wrong, I don't know how I messed that up.

I was asking if you could write, How Black Cat from the Playstation Spider Man games would kiss her lover.

MARVELS SPIDER-MAN - Black Cat kissing her gender neutral S/O

Note(s): Don't worry it's alright! I hope I did her justice (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) I also hope you like the little story I added at the end.

Felicia will tend to get more affectionate, if that's even possible, when she wants a kiss from you. It takes her a while of teasing to say it outright of course, it's only in her nature to toy with her food until she's dissatisfied with the length of time it's taking to feast.

She loves to hold your hand, wrap an arm around your waist and kiss your neck first, perhaps give a small bite to your collarbone or wrist, refusing to give even a peck to your lips for what feels like hours.

When you're finally at your wits end, begging and pleading for an ounce of attention to your mouth, that's when she gives you what you both desire the most.

Felicia's kisses are normally very gentle, she treats you like how she treats those precious gemstones that she just loves to steal, grabbing you roughly and snatching you up, yet holding you so far above just a simple object because you're not her possession, she's not your owner, you're her lover, her partner, and it shows when she gives you her sweet, long kisses. She never just kisses your lips, as she could never stick to only loving one part of your body.

She starts at your hands, running up your arm, to your shoulder, neck, then your cheek and your ear, whispering into them her filthy yet somehow sweet words. Only then, and only then, she finally gives you that kiss to your lips. Her eyes flutter closed as they brush against yours, her complete and utter adoration for you is clear as day.

Felicia's hands never leave you, grabbing your hips or waist to keep you still, to have her claws so close to digging into your body, yet never fully doing so, never hurting you, never dreaming of causing you pain, only to hold you.

But when she wants them to be, they can be rough, longer lasting, typically only when she's stressed or feeling more passionate. That's when she uses tongue, pushing you against the wall, her hands attacking your body with her dangerously passionate touches, even squeezing your thighs and hips as harsh as you'll allow to make you squirm with pleasure.

You're painfully aware of how flirty Felicia is, every interaction has her hands wander over every inch of your body and her smooth words dripping over you like honey. Because of that, how well you know her, how well she knows you, it doesn't take either of you too long to realise what exactly she wants.

She eyes you from across the room for a moment, as if a hawk studying a lost mouse, slowly, she approaches, black heels clicking on the ground like a warning. Her hand reaches out to lightly brush against your own, her lips begin to curl into a devious smirk, one she always wears when she's up to something. Felicia leans close and whispers into your ear.

"Your lips, they look so appetising." After she sees you shiver in anticipation Felicia's hand gently runs up your arm, leading to your shoulder. For a moment, and only for a moment, she pauses, only to grab your shoulder and yank you closer.

"Can I have a taste?"