#EEE THIS WAS SO FUCKIN CUTE

[tteokdoroki]

hi aali!! welcome back!!! it’s so lovely to see you on my dash again <3 I saw your ask game and my eyes popped out of my sockets— would it be alright if you could do

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜ + breeding kink + sero hanta ?

I hope you’re having a lovely day!!

☆༉ — HANTA SERO: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

extension. breeding kink + afab!reader + nsfw, mentions of makeup.

things to note. eee thank u baby!! im happy to be back n i hope u enjoy this mwah mwah mwah (also i seem to have a terrible obsession with sero n cowgirl bye)

sero fucking adores you on top for three reasons in particular. 

the first is that he can see your face when you cry, getting to look directly up at you while you sniffle and sob because he’s fucking you to high heavens and you need some kind of out let to bring you back down from cloud nine. sero will swipe a thumb under your big glossy eyes, and suck the salty tears from the pad of it just to get a reaction out of you. usually it makes you cry harder, until your mascara is nothing but dark tracks on your cheeks and your lips are wet and shiny from your own tears.

the second is that sero gets to feel you up, touch all over you. his finger tips will cascade from the back of your neck to your throat, dragging you down to slot his cheeky mouth against yours. his tongue then prods and pushes past the seam of your lips, toying with the taste of your sugar-coated and ecstasy dipped whimpers (and perhaps the taste of his cock) on your own. sometimes his hands dip lower, thumbing at those sensitive nipples until they’re budding like flowers in bloom, hanta’ll put his mouth on them too, catch your breasts in its hit cavern when they jiggle cutely as you bounce up and down on his curved length.  

you’ve always said that you like how his black rooted hair tickles your skin when he leaves hu kiss across your chest. 

but most of all, he likes it when you use him for your own pleasure — as if he’s nothing but a real life dildo and a sack of emotions. “fuckin’…shit honey. you’re fucking me so good,” sero is love sick, as you sink down on his slender cock and circle your hips to make sure you’ve taken it all. “show me how that pussy takes it, baby. wanna see,” 

he’s running his mouth, slurring over spit and poorly strung together sentences and he knows you’re not listening. you’re too focused on bringing yourself right to the edge again and getting what you want, his cum in your gorgeous cunt until it’s running down both of your thighs. thrusting downward, both of you share a satisfied moan as sero’s leaky tip bullies it’s way up your glistening walls to bare down perfectly against your g-spot — you gush in response, a fresh wave of your nectar beading perfectly down his shaft. only catching on the blue forked veins that spiral around him. 

through the misty veil of lust that clouds your brain, you manage to grasp at sero’s wrist — dragging his hand between your shaky overworked legs to guide him into spreading your pussy lips apart. “y’see me han’, ‘m all wet, all for you.” you tell him earnestly, bathing his throbbing cock in your warmth. you make sure that he gets an eyeful, a chance to observe the crude mix of his milky precum and your juices that run through your parted folds like treacle. “need you.” 

before he has a chance to sing your praises, you brace your hands on the broad scope of sero’s chest — lifting yourself up and down in his lap, working yourself on his cock like it’s all that you’re trained to do. seeing himself smeared over your clit, stringing white glazing your thighs only motivates sero to fuck up into you — chasing your high and his own, desperate to see more of his cream inside of you. 

or maybe he’s desperate to get you knocked up, see you swell with his seed — churn your insides up real good and have you all bred by him. who knows what he wants? sero can’t even tell, already burying himself to the hilt inside of you, grabbing your hips, your ass, your waist and circling you over him so that your eyes roll back. “i need to cum. please, i'll do anything.” he chants like it’s a mantra or a prayer dedicated to you. “wanna fill you up nice ‘n pretty. you want that, right? you wanna cum on me, pretty baby? make me cum deep inside—“ 

hanta can’t help but goad you, coerce you into riding him faster, harder — even if you’d intended to drag this one out. “that’s it, baby. use me, fuck yourself down on me. please,” he stutters out. he could die here, sero thinks, and he’d be so fucking happy — watching your eyes disappear into the dark of your skull, your thighs quiver and your chest sway with your sinful movements. “please, , jus’ wanna make’a’mess of these insides, wanna fuck my cum so deep inside it sticks. gotta have you full of me…”

“then cum, hanta. make me yours,” tip of the iceberg and the key to heaven’s gates is when you flip the script, begging for him to breed you. your slick walls start to twitch around him, your release trickling out of you without even a warning. that’s when hanta knows he’s fucked. 

a pathetic sob nearly knocks his heart and lungs out of place when he finally hits his high, rope after rope of hot white seed flooding your clenching hole — he grabs your hips so tight that you’ll see fingerprints in the morning and keeps you still on top of him through the aftershocks of your orgasms. 

maybe there’s a fourth thing sero loves about having you on top — the way you always beg for his cum in the end.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[dabisbratz]

could we plzz hav a shig thirst abt him being the perv we kno and luv !! jus this scrawny emo boy, slim w/ a soft tummy, that bleached hair so messy, and that smug lil look on ‘is face 😻

i luv shig so much, i jus want to eat him like i was fastin🐊🍽️🐊‼️‼️‼️

eee !!! emo boys (tomu) n metalheads (dabi) have mwhole heart !!! this is my tomu for realsies !!

n e way. he stands around all awkward n lanky. hunched over like he’s tryin to crawl into himself n his hair’s always!! coverin his pretty eyes !! s’a shame, really, but not that big of one cause… he looks hot. his hair’s a lil fried but it’s still soft n pretty, wavy at the ends n so!! tug-able!! at first glance he’s this scrawny, awkward guy who’s a lil temperamental n off puttin but once you get t’know him…. he’s a lil creep!! a perv!! especially cause he likes you.

he’s got a fleshlight suctioned to his shower, doesn’t bother t’clean it out either. he spends more time slidin his cock into it than showerin, with his knees bucklin n water slidin down his back!! he prefers the messiness of his past loads in it anyway, n he likes t’imagin he’s breedin you!! that’s why it’s so messy ! if he’s feelin extra gross he’ll clean it up with his tongue n imagine it’s one of your holes he’s lappin up !!

he’s not very… lax unless he’s touching you. stiff as a board n visibly shakin whenever he sees you, tryin t’listen to what you’re sayin but way too focused on your lips or your throat or your hands. wants to kiss you real bad but ends up lookin annoyed n agitated when you’re talkin to him.. poor baby): if only real life was like one of those guilty pleasure dating sims he enjoys !!

(tw for nosebleeds for paragraph below this!)

tomu’s gross. gross lil guy !! not on purpose, he jus kinda grew up like that !! not that he minds. whenever he’s thinkin too hard about fuckin you he gets this manic grin, all teeth n heavy breathin. his eyes get jittery n he looks like he’s gonna kill someone but no… jus gonna go n jerk off probably!! it gets so bad he has nosebleeds, small n short but it’s a clear indication he’s thinkin about you. he wipes it away with the back of his hand n goes about his day, but once it happens while he’s holdin your ankles over your head n gushin inside you, he’s done for. doesn’t even care about it anymore, jus laughs when you act all concerned n kisses you despite the lil trickles of blood fallin from his nose. decides he wants t’go again n fuck the cum deeper jus cause you looked so cute askin if he was okay !!

(nosebleed mentions over !)

id like to imagine he’s very careful at first. very slow n kinda awkward. he’s been awkward his whole life though!! so much limb, arms n legs that travel for miles. says a lot of ‘this is fine, right?’ n ‘does it hurt?’ but ends up likin it more when you’re cryin n wailin about how it’s too much, how he’s too big n how his fingers are too fast n deep !! the previous questions turn into mockin, cooin as he asks if it’s too much but goin faster n harder n deeper either way. menace of a man!!

[wrylu]

My favorite Pokémon is Sylveon :3

EEE!! we both have favorite pokemon that are eeveelutions , that is so awesome

sylveon is so cool as well, even if it stands out like a sore thumb in the eeveelution line i love how it looks so fuckin cute but also can be such a bastard

[shegetsburned]

eee hi i luv your works!! i came across your fwb shiu drabble ‘nd it was so cute :3 i can imagine him getting so sloppy drunk ‘nd accidentally confessing to his sweet girl while they’re fuckin’ >:3

much love ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ hope you are well ♡

hiiiii! tysm!! it means a lot coming from someone who writes as well as you! also i’m all in for shiu pussy drunk and confessing 🫠🫠 you read my mind, this is so good. you ask him what he just said but he just keeps fucking you. fwb shiu maaaaaaan

ty ty for the kind words ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

[kuroosdarling]

You’re cute and adorable and so fuckin sweet and just all around amazing and your writing is awesome and I luv u ☺️

you’re so cute and adorable PLS !! you’ve got me blushin and kicking my feet 🤭 eee im so happy you like my writing hehe that means sm !! i luv u i luv u !!! <33

[cognitosclowns]

NAKXKAKDKAKIDJSJFKSJF KAY SO LIKE I'M IN LOVE WITH BRETT AMD I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THAT. [SOBBING, CRYING, WEEPING, SNOTTIBG, PISSING]

anyways sleepy brett is best brett, poor baby just woke up, all groans and sighs, his pouty frown and hazy eyes only further added onto by you coaxing him out of bed. uugh he'd literally hang off of you as you helped him get ready, huffing and still pouting as you peppered sweet lil kisses all over his tired face

I'm literally crying. help. 🥺💔

GRABS YOU GRABS YOU GNASHING MY TEETH CHARACTERS BEING SLEEPY AND HAPPY IS MY HEROIN

GODD,,,,, his brows get all tight together and he makes that,, Confused Face?? Just halfway between Sad That He's Awake and Trying To Parse What He's Seeing? <3

AND YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE HE GIVES THAT DOPEY SMILE WHEN HE RECOGNIZES YOUR FACEEEE <333

LISTEN,, even Brett has days where he's Lazy And Doesn't Wanna Go To Work. In that case hes just gonna curl up into your warmth (probably under your chin) and quietly mumble about how comfy he is. How soft you are <333 how,, much he just wants to stay in bed with you and order takeout and not be a person for like idk 24 hrs <3

'gonna get up for work?'

'mm.'

"mm?'

"mm >:(((((' before throwing an arm around you and snuggling in.

best way to get him out of bed? Kiss him once, then slowly pull away and make a few kissy noises. He'll just,, Tiredly Fumble his way forward bc >:( he wants a kiss dammit, and then Oh Look He's Out Of Bed. He's Been Positively Bamboozled. Now The Day Actually Has To Start, How Dare You </3

HE GOES SO GOOEY FOR DOMESTIC SHIT OK?? <33 like,, helping to do his tie while he does his belt?? Softly kissing his cheek and maybe,, puttin your hands on his shoulders and swaying to Unheard Music?? GRKKK <3333 HES DONE HES SOFT HES SO IN LOVEEEEE

After a cup of coffee he's His Usual Self but :((((( he's still gonna jokingly pout at you for making him Go To Work Like A Responsible Adult </3

IDK IF ANY OF THIS WAS SENSIBLE THIS WAS JUST,, VVVV CUTE <333 GRK <33

[skenpiel]

guess whos excited for ncv

[hazbincalifornia]

Midnight Snack

Chapter 25: Blitzo gets peckish.

Warnings: As always, mpreg, and implied animal death. Also stuffing if that needs a tag I guess, and BABY VIOLENCE. (Violence committed by a baby, not against a baby.)

Likes, replies, and reblogs are all appreciated, both here and on ao3!

Ao3 link

Blitzo’s stomach gurgled, and his arms tightened around the pillow that he was hugging to his chest. A fussy, hungry stomach wouldn’t have necessarily been a problem, except for the fact that it had been doing it for the past hour, and he was just about ready to tear it right out of his skin and rip it in half. Acid sloshed around audibly in his empty gut- or maybe the freeloader wanted more room and was just squashing the organ down so much that it had resorted to griping as loudly as it could. Relatable fuckin’ content right there.

Dinner had been two burgers and fries smothered in hot sauce and mayo from the grease trap down the road, which was more than enough to coast through until breakfast. Besides, he’d be damned if the kid was going to make him deal with the grocery store any more than he had to in this condition. No, he was staying right where he was, especially considering he’d been denied any sleep last night. One day low on sleep was manageable with reduced caffeine, two would suck satan’s left tit.

“C’mon, that was enough and you know it, I don’t want you ruining my figure any more than you already have,” he grumbled as the muscles clenched around his stomach, wringing it out like a sponge and drawing a pitiful whine out of his throat. “I’m not gonna just- give in and give you whatever you want, daddy’s gotta do him sometimes and I’m not letting you empty out the fridge. I ate enough, siphon blood outta my system like a normal leech does. I’ve got plenty of that.”

The reply was another gurgling groan and a hard clench as Blitzo’s empty stomach demanded sustenance, this time loud enough to make his middle vibrate even through the pounds of baby. He stuffed the pillow over his mouth, drool leaking down the case and over his chin as he forced out a scream.

He had to take a few seconds to pant before setting a hand on the side of his stomach, fingers drumming. “This is a battle of wills, and I am not letting you win. Your baby-daddy already started all this shit, so I’m just going to treat you the same as him- by ignoring you as long as feasibly possible until you decide to pop up and make everything difficult. Sound good? Yeah, sounds perfect.” There was a nudge from inside and Blitzo nodded in satisfaction at the apparent agreement, settling back down on the bed. He’d gone to sleep hungry plenty of times before, the baby gut notwithstanding, he just had to muscle through this for the next few-

There was no time to muffle the next scream as a sudden pinching pain went from ‘noticeable’ to ‘holy shit who’s tearing up my guts with a chainsaw?’, and there was a thud and a shuffling of feet before Loona started pounding on the door.

“You having a heart attack in there or something?”

Blitzo clutched at his stomach, wheezing as he was clawed apart from the inside out. “N-no!”

“Look, if you die, I’m on the hook for the rent.” Still, there was a semi-worried vibrato to her voice, and he swallowed down the coppery taste flooding up with the saliva to his mouth.

“I’m- fINE-!” His voice pitched up at another pinch-turned-horrorshow and his claws dug all the way through the pillow, stuffing spilling out like viscera.

“What the fuck are you doing in there?” The doorknob jiggled. Where was a portable x-ray when you needed one? Or ultrasound, or whatever the fuck you used to look at a baby that was trying to kill him before it even got out yet. What kind of horrible mouth or claws must it have- oh, fucking hell, Stolas had said something about his kid having a razor-sharp beak from birth, hadn’t he?

“Okay, I’m coming in.” Loona eased the door open, already in her pajamas and clutching a package of opened peanut butter crackers tightly enough that crumbs were sticking to her fingers. “You look like shit.”

“I feel like shit, so good-” Sharp inhale for breath, let it out- “-To know that I’m all on the same page.”

She dropped down on the bed with a metallic creak. “What’d the kid do now?”

“It feels like they’re biting me again, but w-worse- fuck!” Another nip, this one dragging a line on the inside of the womb like they were drift racing in there. Wait, dragging? He swallowed down more coppery bile. “Okay, fine, fine, sheesh, I’ll fuckin’ eat something, happy you little shithead?”

Loona raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say anything.”

Blitzo shoved himself up off the bed to wobbly knees. “Junior’s gotten real bold, and instead of just sucking up the meat I’m eating for them like a good little lump, they decided to put me on the menu- ow, fuck, I’m going, keep your baby-tits on!”

“Babies don’t have tits, Blitzo.”

“They do if I say they do, sweetie.” Blitzo ruffled Loona’s fur between her ears as he waddled across the room, pausing next to the TV to take a breath.

Loona raised an eyebrow. “Do you need me to bring you something? I don’t want you passing out in the middle of the apartment and tripping over you tomorrow morning.”  In response, Blitzo just waved a dismissive hand.

“I can handle walking across two rooms, Loonie.” The active chewing had paused for the moment, but whatever they’d shredded in there was still shredded, and he’d rather not make it any worse- he had work tomorrow, dammit.

The fridge bathed him in a sickly, hospital-like glow as he tugged it open, and drool immediately started leaking from his mouth as the smells of half-forgotten, time-ripened leftovers hit him. A small mouse with four red eyes leaped up from the floor when he opened the door, burrowing into a box of takeout on the bottom shelf that Loona must have gotten when he’d been at Stolas’s place. His tongue snapped out automatically, snatching its furry body up and slurping up the tail between his lips before swallowing, and it took a second for his brain to load enough to register- after it slid down his throat.

Holy shit, did he just…? It squirmed a little as it descended, little hairs stuck in his teeth, and his fingers tightened on the side of his stomach before he reached for the box it had been after to wash out the aftertaste.

Everything after that was a bit of a blur, although he did retain enough sense of mind to avoid the six-pack of cheap beer in the back that still had four cans on it. Better to not risk puking all of this up or ruining the kid any more than they already were. Carbs, meat, a few wilted veggies that Moxxie had pawned off on him, sweet, sour, cold chili and whole untoasted bagels- it didn’t really matter what it was as long as it was at least mostly edible (he was pretty sure he swallowed a wrapper at some point), he just needed it inside of him now. Smothering everything in hot sauce and salsa and mustard made it more palatable anyway, especially the ice cream. The kid didn’t start taking chunks out of him again, at least, so he must have been doing something right. More and more of the white fridge walls became visible as the floor around him littered with containers, and his stomach grew tighter before he finally slumped back against the nearby counter with a groan. His legs sprawled out on the cool tile, both hands now stained with a mixture of about five kinds of leftovers, and he cradled his stomach after muffling a burp.

“Are you happy now, you needy little shit?”

Blitzo didn’t really expect a reply and almost didn’t hear it over the churning gurgles of digestion, but a soft ‘eee’ of a hoot, more a whisper-screech than anything, murmured from his midsection. He stared down at it, the warmth of his full stomach counteracted by ice dripping down his back.

“Oh, of course you sound just like him.” His claws dragged along the sensitive, itchy-while-stretched skin before the protection spell sprung up and pushed the fingers away. It only let him touch his own stupid body when he laid his palm flat. “Sure, it’s cute now when it's all little and squeaky, but you’d better not be as entitled as he is, alright? Or as you are now, since I’ve gotta do everything for you until you’re born. Considering you just settled right down in there without even asking in the first place, I doubt it. Rude.”

There were no more noises other than his stomach grumbling about going from empty to full so quickly, and he stayed slumped against the cabinet for long enough to let some of it digest. He must have been more tired than he thought, because he swore that he already looked bigger than he’d been when he’d finished binging. Maybe it started swelling in a bad reaction from whatever fucked-up food cocktail he'd accidentally made.

When he didn’t feel quite so much like a boulder had gotten stuffed inside his guts, it took three tries to haul his ass off the tile and drag himself back to bed, huffing like a cop running for the last doughnut in the process.

The ice had crept from his spine to the rest of his bones and muscles as he tugged the blanket tight around himself, but at least the churning food kept his stomach warm, and he passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

[alwaysthrowsscissors]

10, 14, and 16 for the ask game!

EEE! Thank you for playing with me bb!

10. What's your least favourite part of posting?

Oh lord I know it says least part but three things come to mind. 1) fucking tagging cause I'm an anal bitch who likes to do them in a specific order so I'm often deleting and adding and then putting them in again. I honestly make it way harder on myself than I need to. 2) when my stupid fic doesn't space itself properly and I go in and fix it manually. Yes I know you gave me a magic doc to fix this and no I haven't tried it yet cause I guess I'm a masochist after all. 3) My dumbass brain worrying no one will like it or that its dumb or shitty. You know I always get all whiny even if it hasn't even been 24 hours 😅

14. What aspect of writing have you had the most growth in?

Christ man I dunno. I still have so much growing to do and it's not like I write a lot plot heavy stuff to start building muscle with so it's hard to say. I think dialogue and humour have always been my strengths so if the other stuff is starting to shine too then I must be getting more comfortable the longer I do my silly little fics. I think now that I've gotten a lot of fuckin out of my system, as I start getting more plotty, that's when I'll start to really improve. For now I'm still just the silly, cracky, PWP gal 🤣

16. What's the most ridiculous thing you've done to put off actually writing?

What HAVEN'T I done to put off writing! I don't know if any of it is ridiculous though. I clean, I go for a walk, I invariably decide that it's the ideal time to alphabetize my spice rack, shit like that. Worst of all, I waste a lot of time on instagram reels and this hell site or just staring blankly out the window contemplating every decision I've ever made including but not limited to starting to binge watch the CW's Supernatural during covid, while willing the words to just jump out of my head onto the screen. Just cute ~writer things~ 🙃

[inkykeiji]

Hey doll.

Not y'all hitting on Clari while I'm asleep. 😃 And making out with her? Me and her boyfriend says no.

You're bold anon, huh? I'll keep an eye on you.

Thanks anon who said you caught feelings for us. It's refreshing to see people enjoying our interactions as much as we do, pretty.

Do you feel better about your tummy?

- Dabi, Touya.

hi dabi <333

THE FUCKIN SMILEY FACE TOOK ME OUT AHAHAHAHA pls i love u ur so cute 😭😭 oop anon he’s gonna be watching you

YES IT IS!!!!! so many super sweet messages aaaah they all made me so !!!!!!!! giddy and super happy and just aah <333333333

eee i just woke up n it still hurts a lil but i’m also rly hungry so 🙊🙊 i must eat ehehehe

[kpopfanfictrash]

Ok so I’m distraught I wasn’t able to leave some commentary after ch5 (got called in to work last minute multiple times siiiigh) so this is gonna be a long winded ask for ch5+6! Ok, first off, the moodboards… BEAUTIFUL. Like… every single one so far has been such a perfect whimsical representation of the contents of each chapter. Second, watching the deterioration of her and Finn’s relationship, while expected, is so sad. It’s clear they both love each other, but life is just taking them down different paths. I respect that you’re giving their relationship that downhill progression rather than just ending things. And the way that fight after he missed brunch was so well done. I love when you can’t really pick a side bc both characters are “right”. Like… yes she was HARSH (ouchies) when she was upset he couldn’t “go one night without getting drunk with your friends.” Like… judgy judgy. But at the same time, I can see why she was so angry that he essentially “wasted” the time she sacrificed. On the other hand, I can also understand why Finn is frustrated. I’ve BEEN Finn- I get it. Your s/o doesn’t seem to have time for you anymore (despite being literally a few blocks away). They don’t seem to see you as a priority like they used to and it hurts. And pls my heart, they were the f2l trope??? End meeeee that’s so fuckin cute. My favorite detail in ch5: “Sounding frantic, someone kneeled beside you. ‘Are you ok?’ Turning your head, you met Jimin’s gaze head-on… Jimin didn’t move, one knee pressed into the still-wet wood at your side.” + the way he caught her when she tried to weight bear on her injured ankle. SWOON. And the fact that he’s straight up kneeling in water and clearly SO worried… Doesn’t seem like the actions of someone who is ONLY a rival hmm? I have a suspicion that maybe this animosity is more one sided. Ps I LOVE how you wrote the nurse as a male and doctor as a woman!! Female representation in medicine is my JAM. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve been mistaken for a nurse simply bc I’m a woman. Ok but I cackled at the comparison of Jimin looking like a soon-to-be father discovering the sex of his baby hahah and pls I AM SOFT FOR THIS JIMINIE. “I’ve always admired that you go after what you want. Me? I’m a people pleaser. I need people to like me too much.'' This is one characteristic in particular is one I often associate with Jimin… and I’m sure the fact that she “HATES” him eats him up sometimes. And the fact that he openly admitted that he admires her and that she’s similar to the girl he’s fucking?? Interesting… very interesting. I see things between them are beginning to thaw and I’m so excited. 🤭🤭

1) I hope your work schedule is going better this week! Thank you so much for deciding to send in your thoughts on Chapter 5 after the fact TT and 2) ahhhh, I’m just so glad you saw all this in Finn + Y/N’s fight! These are definitely all the emotions I wanted to come across, so I’m very happy you felt that :) and eee Jimin!! LOL that was such a fun scene to write, I’m so glad you enjoyed it, too. Finally, some communication happening between our two leads!! LOL thank you so much for your thoughts, babe!

[inthestars011]

My Opinion On The Venus Signs From A Pisces Venus pt 1

*you guys seemed to enjoy my moon sign post so i thought i’d do a venus sign one! just a friendly reminder that i haven’t loved or dated all of these signs, but some will be from romantic experience some will be from friends and me observing how my friends act in romantic experiences but this is totally from personal observations, so if you don’t relate there’s probably another influence on your 7th house or sum don’t take it on 2 much pls this is all fun! also diff opinions might come from diff venus signs, i myself am a pisces venus in case u were wondering!*

Aries Venus

Ok so I realize that all these tumblr posts encourage the whole like “ohhh if they love u you’ll know, they are straightforward etc.” for aries venus and that might be v true for the placement alone but for some reason in all of my personal encounters, SHOCKINGLY, these ppl are actually wishy washy and not sure of their feelings, and i’ve seen so many  mistake attraction for feelings and hurt someone because of the simple mistake. it’s definitely been, in my life, a huge heartbreaker placement but OBVIOUSLY this would depend on other influences. i think a lot of the time they don’t see the severity of their actions, but i think they know they have a problem with mixing up love for lust and then realizing it when a person is all hung up over them. i’ve always been extremely attracted to these individuals tho, theres no doubt they have a charming air to them and they make you feel excited as they bring a sense of adventure to a relationship. The passion and confidence is soooo sexy. And, as anyone,  they are absolutely capable of love n commitment they just need to be more sure of their decisions with love and be less impulsive. When positively manifested, it makes for a passionate wildly funny individual who will love with no bounds. When negatively manifested, it makes for a huge egoist who even though is disinterested in you will lead you on just to fill their narcissistic needs.

Taurus Venus

Not to play faves but literally such a fave! I’m honestly jus waiting on my taurus venus boyyy, like where they at tho? Stable and levelheaded which is what so many fire venuses or water venuses need in they life. Such a soft hearted romantic though, it’s like they got the stability which i lack but they have the romantic heart which is what i still need. it’s a perfect balance. may be quite quiet at first until you get to know them. The type you could jus cuddle w for hrs just literally doing nothing and still be in utter heaven. When you get in arguments it could be quite frustrating since their opinion is always the right opinion, but there will be no pettiness or dishonesty because they are much too mature for that shit. Have a very ‘lovin is easy’ type attitude for love which is great for people who might be overwhelmed or consumed by it. SO FUCKIN LOYAL, DON’T BE UNLOYAL TO THEM ITS THE WORST SHIT U COULD EVER DO.  the downside is because these creatures are so loyal moving on is sooo difficult for them and an end to something they were commited to can leave them feeling empty and even worse, not even wanting to leave their bed. They are so cautious in love so when something bad happens they tend to take blame for it and take it personally which ain’t really typical earthy logic. Such a wonderful companion, take em home to mam.

Gemini Venus

eee. so cute. also everyone says they are huge fuckboys but not in my personal experience, i have a friend and  a lil crush who both have these placements and they are both far from having any fuckboy vibes butttt i can see where ppl can get that impression because they are the defintion of fucking CHARMING. charms ur pants off. i’m incredibly nervous in convos cause of my anxiety but i feel calm arnd gemini venus’s cause they just so wonderfully make it playful and light so i don’t feel pressured to be a certain way, so in that way they are truly comforting. The type to tell you a million words just with a smirk or a look in their eyes. Usually is a best friend kinda love if you’re romantic with them. funny flirting the type to give u a lil push on the arm or pull ur hair, in a teasing way ofc. because they are so friendly to everyone ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO FIGURE OUT if they like you because they exude playful flirty energy (not even purposely) to every encounter they have so thats hella annoyinnnng. actually incredibly caring and funny. always laughs at u when ur drunk and is a little touchy ( take it or leave it i guess).

[bae-leth]

BRO YOUR LATEST FIC ALMOST MADE ME CRY seriously i love seeing the dynamic between the different black eagle members... its so fuckin cute like caspar being a little brat... LINHARDT ALL WARM AND COZY... petra and edelgard pining a lil at the end good shit good shit good sh

EEE THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I loved writing the Black Eagles.... Caspar destroying Ferdinand's life .... my son snoozing in a burrito blanket....... Bernie and Dorothea holding up the snowball fort....... it was super fun :') so I'm glad you enjoyed!!

[deartouya]

HI LOVELY I JUST WANNA SAY THANK YOU SM FOR MAKING THAT LIL MEME OML BAKUGO IS SO FUCKIN CUTE WITH THAT LIL POUT EEE

hOW ARE YOU !! OHOH AND WHEN ARE U GETTING UR TABLET ?

AHH IM GLAD YOU THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE!! IM GOOD! IT SHOULD BE HERE NEXT WEEK SO ILL GET TO EXPERIMENT!!

[cognitosclowns]

Any hand holding head canons…? 👉👈 With um a reader holding hands with the gang?

AWE <333 THIS IS ADORABLE TYSM

all sfw!! just <33 cute shit

Brett

He's 100000% the type to link pinkies, he’s such a sap <3

Either that or the classic finger-interlocked hand holding!! His hands are massive and clunky but he still really loves holding your hand <33 AND LIKE,, drumming his fingers on your hand while he holds it??? YEAYEAYEA <333

NO MATTER WHAT HE'S GONNA SWING YOUR HANDS TBH <333

he has a lot of nervous energy!!! or just energy in general lmao. Being around you makes him so <333 happy, so swinging your hands is a nice way to get all those feelings OUT!!!

he gives you that happy little smile when you notice what he's doing <33 maybe a cheeky wink or giggle <333

IF YOU INITIATE HE’S GONNA LIGHT UP LIKE A FIREWORK <333 OH GOD HE GETS THIS LOPSIDED GRIN?? HE THINKS HE’S BEING SLY AND SUBTLE BUT NAH HE’S BEAMING WITH HAPPINESS.

Reagan

The only time she'd ever hold you hand is if either she's Super Nervous or Suddenly Feeling Extremely Touch Starved.

both happen very rarely!!

finger-interlocked handholding feels too cramped?? that Squeezing Feeling around the where your fingers connect is UNCOMFORTABLE SMDNSM

Mostly she <33 sticks to loosely holding your wrist?? Barely touching at first, maybe her thumb n middle finger touching?? <33 just a light connection so she’s got a hold of you, but can also pull away?? <333

 besides its really soothing to be able to feel your pulse at your wrist <33 

Gigi

OH NO NAILS. she loves super sharp nail styles so expect one of two light scratches if you hold hands smndsd

SHE DOESN’T MEAN TO THEY’RE JUST SUPER LONG AND SHARP AND ITS EASY FOR EITHER OF YOU TO FORGET AND GET POKED SMNDSM.

Classic hand holding, fingers interlocked - she pulls your hand UP and nuzzles your joint hands against her cheek + gives it a kiss!!

Esp if you come by her office?? Like if you come down to sit with her,,, she’ll just hold your join hands against her chest while she works?? <333

SHE ALWAYS HAS MUSIC OF SOME SORT PLAYING WHILE SHE DOES PAPERWORK N STUFF SO,, <33 she bounces/taps your hands against her collarbone in time with the music?? while she writes with her other hand?? <333 ghk

Andre

EEE <3333 he loves wrapping a hand around your side and grabbing your hand,, and them pressing your joining hands against your hip?? KINDA HARD TO DESCRIBE PROPERLY BUT,,, BASICALLY ANYTHIGN THAT LETS HIM YANK YOU CLOSE

He’d much rather have his hands on you that in yours?? Not even in a smutty way he just really likes being able to,, like,, massage your shouders, run his hand along your arm

HOLDING HANDS IS TOO STAGNANT >:( HE WANTS TO BE ABLE TO TRACE HIS FINGERS ALONG YOUR PALM AND UP YOUR ARM. SPONTANEOUS LITTLE TICKLES. DRUMMING HIS FINGERS ON YOUR SHOULDERS. MOVEMENT

Glenn

HIS HANDS ARE SUPER BIG N CLUMSY?? Plus the webbing means you can't interlock your fingers <////3 woe

this means that,, if he is gonna hold your hand, it's moreso gonna be placing his hand on top of yours?? Like if your hand is resting on your thigh, he'll place his hand on top <333

OR JUST,, WRAPPING HIS HAND AROUND YOUR FIST??? SMNDSMD CAUSE LIKE HE DOESN’T WANNA CRUSH YOUR FINGERS SO ITS JUST EASIER IF YOU MAKE A FIST, AND HE HOLDS THAT??? he might forget you two are holding hands and,, yank you too hard and then Oops You’ve Collided With His Chest smndsmd

JR

BONIEST FUCKIN FINGERS AND ABSOLUTELY FRIGID. VERY SORRY IT FEELS LIKE YOU’RE HOLDING HANDS WITH A CORPSE A LOTTA THE TIME

THEY ARE SUPER SOFT THOUGH <3 WITH BULBOUS FINGERTIPS,, so I guess it balances out??

very fidgety!! Constantly changing hand positions, drumming his fingers on the exterior of your hand, probably absentmindedly picking at your skin

OH AND <333 because his hands are super cold,,, <333 he loves hand-holding. It gives him this Instant Calm to have you holding his hand <33

GOD BUT <33 HE WON’T LOOK UP FROM WHATEVER HE’S DOING AT FIRST?? he’ll just wiggle his fingers in your general direction, and get this,, small, bitten smile when you slip your hand into his <33333

AB

He's much rather have your arms linked?? Or like,, you hanging off his arm?? your hand in the crook of his elbow?? <333 yea he's not really the type for hand holding, he'd rather have it free in case he needs to do smth quickly!!

Rarely - rarely, when he knows you aren't paying attention and he's feeling particularly sappy, he might gently cup your fingers in his hand and gently run his thumb along your knuckles <333

MYC

OKAY HE'S NOT THE TYPE FOR HANDHOLDING BC,, YKNOW,, ~tentacles~ , and he likes to be able to move em around!!! it feels weird to have them constrained smdnsmd

Besides Hand Holding is SAPPY and he is NOT A FUCKING SAP >:(

(<3333 although maybe,,, sometimes,, when you’re falling asleep,,, you’ll notice a tendril making its way down your arm, like a vine down a tree)

... (AND MAYBE the tip of that tendril will nestle into your palm, with this happy hum before bumping his orb against your cheek <333)

[vintagemiserie]

yeah!!! 2k worth of mob au, 1.1k of fluff and .9k of plot!! tl;dr theres fluff and plot

Patrick awoke slowly, feeling Joe mess with Patrick’s hair. It was soothing, a calm before the storm. Sure, it was a Sunday, and while Patrick didn't go to church aside from holidays and Joe rarely went to his synagogue, they still kept it as a quiet off-day so they could do paperwork and, more importantly, hang out together. He pushed himself against Joe, making it clear that he was awake. Joe put his arms around Patrick, and they sat there for a while without speaking or really moving at all.

“Are you hungry, Patrick?” Joe asked after a little while. “Because I am, that's why I'm asking.”

“I’m not really hungry yet.”

“Mm. Okay, you wanna get up?”

“If you get up, I'll get up.”

Joe pushed a kiss to Patrick's neck and got up and stretched, dressing slowly enough that Patrick got up before he left.

“How much are we dressing up today, babe?” Patrick asked quietly, leaning against the bed to keep weight off of his wounded leg.

“I'm thinking that I'll be wearing a hat today, so pretty formal, I, um.. I wanna get that meeting done with Saporta today. Kinda fed up, yeah?”

“Can that be the only thing we actually have to deal with today?”

“That's all I was planning. I was figuring it'll only take an hour or two at most. Hey, what d’you want for breakfast.”

“I dunno.”

Joe thought a moment, buttoning up his shirt as he did so. “Mm. How 'bout this: you take a shower and get ready and I surprise you? 'Cause what I want, I think you'll really like.”

Patrick giggled, taking a few quick steps up to Joe and kissing him. “You're accent is adorable, and I think that sounds great.”

Joe laughed. “Is it still that noticeable? I think I've gotten better, though.”

“Eees eet steel vaaat noteeeceeble? I seeenk I’ffff—” Patrick started laughing too hard to continue, and put his arms around Joe. “God, Joey, I don't wanna do shit, I just wanna sit around and cuddle with you all day.”

“I don't either, honestly. But we need to get work done, okay, I'll—” Joe kissed Patrick once, then twice, then again, a third time. “I'm gonna finish getting dressed, then I'll get breakfast made and we can talk and shit.”

“Okay.” Patrick released him with a quick kiss. “I love you, babe, thanks for cooking breakfast for me!”

Joe finished getting dressed and Patrick wandered to their bathroom and took a shower. Stray thoughts of the food being poisoned crossed his mind, but dissolved quickly when he was reminded by the fact that Joe was, well, Joe, and he would never do anything bad to him ever. When Patrick washed himself and got dressed, he was still cooking, in fact. Patrick decided not to spoil himself, instead going to sit down on the couch and give his leg a break.

It was latkes. Latkes were the breakfast, which Joe brought out with, of all things, an apology that they weren't exactly in season yet, and he was trying out a new recipe that was more German and less Jewish than he normally made them, and he knew Patrick usually liked the more Jewish recipe he usually used, and Patrick could only get him to shut up by kissing him. They were a bit bigger than usual, kind of like pancakes, and covered in cooked apples and cinnamon. It was absolutely delicious, which he made sure to remind Joe after nearly every bite. Joe seemed a little surprised by it too, honestly. “Joey, can you make this for breakfast every day for the rest of our lives, please?” Patrick asked when he finished, putting his head on Joe's shoulder. “That's so damn good, I'm serious.”

“Yeah, I'm gonna have to keep that recipe, I was worried about how good it'd be.” Joe put an arm around Patrick. “How's your leg doing, my darling?”

“I took a shower on it, I walked on it, it still fuckin’ hurts.”

Joe frowned. “I can go and get work done myself, if it's that bad.”

“No, no, I.. even if it's, um, even if it's Sunday, I’m gonna get stuff done with you. I've been wanting to get out and work with you ever since I got hurt, y’know.”

“If you're really in pain, I'll call it off and walk you back here and we'll stay home the rest of the day, okay? I'm gonna try to make it okay for you.”

“It's going to be okay, Joe, don't worry about me.”

“I love you, baby, I'm allowed to be worried. Seeing you in pain really hurts me, honestly.”

“I… shucks, Joe, that's…” Patrick was halfway through going into a hug when Joe started laughing.

“You can't make fun of my accent when you've got one that's not even from around here!” He said, pulling a still-confused Patrick into a hug and kiss.

“Well, my dad was Southern, so, so I kinda got his accent,” Patrick mumbled once he pulled away, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think it through. “Not really, though, 'cause I don't really have a drawl that much, I, I mean..”

“It doesn't matter, Rickster. It doesn't. I’m gonna finish getting ready, if you're ready to go.”

“I—you look fine, though, we can just go.”

“Nah, I'm gonna find a jacket, I didn't want to get powdered sugar on one before leaving, and I'm gonna brush my hair and get a hat.”

Patrick shrugged, frowning slightly as they separated. Joe stepped to the bathroom with a comb, so Patrick sat for a few moments before getting up to find that cane they were working on. He hated the thing, he didn't want it. Like, God-be-damned, he was barely 20, he didn't want to be a cripple that young. But as much as he hated it, it actually helped him out to some extent, and he figured Joe wouldn't let him walk out of the door without it, anyways just in case. Patrick found it, screwing and unscrewing the top-piece as he thought through how the cane worked, what the exact mechanism of the top-piece is. Once he got a good idea of how it worked, how the blade was embedded into the piece, he stepped to the door and pulled on a hat. Joe showed up after five or so minutes, his hair vaguely tamed, and pulled a hat on as well, his curls fighting against it despite his efforts. “Alright. I don't think those were that filling, so I think we'll have a pretty early lunch, yeah? Good time to talk to Saporta, too.”

“Sounds good. Are we gonna hang in the lounge until lunch?”

“That's what I was thinking, yeah.” Joe kissed Patrick quickly, then opened the door. “After you?”

Patrick laughed, but stepped out anyways. They made their way to the elevator and ended up arm-in-arm in the bar, grabbing a couple beers and heading next to the lounge. They played a game or two of pool, Patrick winning not out of skill but out of Joe being absolutely horrible at it. Joe grabbed another beer and Patrick got himself a glass of wine and they cuddled on one of the lounge's couches until nearly one. At that point, Joe got up (with Patrick following after him) and scanned the lounge for Saporta. Then the bar—there he was, flirting with a poor girl who just wanted to get herself some alcohol without getting prosecuted for it. Joe stepped over, stopping Saporta dead in his,tracks. “You're coming with us, Saporta,” Joe said, in a dark tone that Patrick rarely heard outside of business. Saporta laughed nervously, drumming his fingers on the table.

“Haha, I'm actually, Boss, I'm actually in the middle of—”

Joe reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a pistol, something Patrick forgot to grab. Saporta stopped laughing, although he mumbled something to the girl as he stood. Patrick decided that he'd stay as just a trophy husband (boyfriend?) during the meeting, Joe dealt more with the whole reprimanding thing, and he just wasn't good at being angry at them. He had a reputation to uphold.

Joe was pulling them along to their usual pizza place, a quick ten-minute walk and another minute or so to get set down. “So what's this about, Boss-man?” Saporta asked, adjusting himself in his seat. He looked serious, somehow.

“You know why we're talking,” Joe replied.

“I… look, I've been busy dealing with the Cobras, I haven't been having time to do specific, uh, business stuff. Been workin’ with the New York sector.”

“That's interesting, because Asher and Blackington are in New York right now, and Suarez 'n’ Novarro have been doing some damn good security work for some of our newer buildings.”

“I, I, look, Trohman, I’ve been—”

“You aren't fuckin’ working, Gabe, that's what you've been up to!”

Saporta was stunned until after they ordered, hell, even then he was speechless.

“Darling, how much do you think we should cut his pay?”

“Joe, I'm bad at this, you know that,” Patrick mumbled. It was true, he was much too empathetic to be good at truly running their business. It was good for new recruits, he supposed, who he begged Joe to pay upwards of four dollars an hour, but he'd had nights to figure out how they'd punish Saporta and his suggestions really wouldn't sting at all.

“I'm thinking we cut it in half.”

Patrick kept himself from telling Joe that maybe they should just give him a warning, that maybe that was too much, and instead took a deep breath.

“How about… how about no pay, no pay until he actually starts working?” Patrick said. He had no clue whether or not something like that would actually work, but it made Saporta flinch, so he supposed it would work well enough.

“That sounds like.. like a great idea, Patrick,” Joe said. He smiled, genuine and super cute. He looked back to Saporta. “You heard him. After we pay, I'm expecting you to get off your ass and start working. Half pay for a month after you actually do so, and half pay every time you start slacking off afterwards. You got it?”

Saporta seemed to consider arguing for a moment, but resigned himself. “Yessir,” He said. They got their pizza, and ate quickly. They paid the ten-dollar bill for Saporta and left with him.

“Hey, Gabe?” Patrick said, wiggling out of Joe's grasp for a moment to speak.

“Yes?”

“I'm.. I'm really sorry. We just need you to do your job, yeah? I feel really bad for doing this, since we're so close, but I… it's necessary.”

“I understand, Boss. I guess it's what I deserve. I just didn't…”

“You didn't think you'd get caught?”

“I guess.”

Patrick smiled. “Y’know, Joe was suggesting a lot damn worse than what you got. I like having you around.”

“Thanks, Boss.”

“Of course.” Patrick smiled at him, then caught up to Joe. “Didn't want him to feel super terrible, Joey. I know that's what you were going for, but I just.. I felt bad for being so ruthless to him. Had to clear my conscience.”

“It's fine, Rick. I think that was a pretty good idea, honestly. You wanna do work when we get home?”

“I don't really have that much work to do, actually. I got through most of the paperwork while I couldn't walk.” Patrick laughed. “Feel free to do your work, though, I think I'm done for the day.”

Joe found his hand and squeezed it. “I think I’m done, too, I'm not particularly in the mood to do stuff. Hey, you're using the cane!” He strayed at the door of the bar to let Saporta step in.

“Yeah, I am. Hm, Joe, how about we grab some liquor before going upstairs, I'll mix us up some drinks.”

“Sounds perfect.” Joe kissed Patrick, quick and soft.  “You have no idea how in love I am with you, Patrick, no clue.”

Patrick laughed. They got the alcohol, then made a beeline to the elevator. “I think you're the clueless one, babe.”

He only just shoved the alcohol bottles when Joe spun him around and pulled him into a deep kiss. Patrick moved his hands to Joe's cheeks, readily reciprocating.

“It's gonna be a good evening,” Joe managed when he broke away, the two of them catching their breaths before moving back in for more.