#anon so nicely reminded me i needed to post these here

[athenagranted]

idk if you're still writing the post-cemetry scene fic with pining eddie (idk if i'm describing it right) but i would love to hear more about it/see a snippet or too if you feel so inclined 👀

someone asking about angsty pining fic in the month of our lord april 2024? this was such a lovely surprise 😭 i'm gonna be honest with u anon i'm likely not going to publish 911 fic again BUT because you asked so nicely i'll give you a few older snippets from my draft:

Eddie sighs, breaking the stare. “You have a key, you know,” he says finally. “Feel free to come join me whenever you want.” He turns on his heel and walks back inside to finish his goddamn brownies, leaving Buck standing in the doorway.  It’s silent for a few minutes. He’s in the middle of measuring a tablespoon of espresso powder when Buck steps into the kitchen and shuts the door behind him. Eddie feels the weight of Buck’s gaze on him as he folds the powder into his brownie mixture, but he doesn’t turn to meet his eye until Buck speaks.  “Is that…” Buck falters. He clears his throat. “Is that my recipe?”  “Yeah,” Eddie says gruffly. “Chris asked me to make it. Said he wanted to share it with his friends when they come over tomorrow for their playdate.”  Buck snorts. “Man, you can’t call it that. Chris nearly bit my head off last time I tried. Kept reminding me that ‘playdates are for kids, Buck,’ and that he’s not a kid anymore.”  Buck emphasizes that last bit with air quotes, and Eddie can’t help but grin at that. But his smile fades instantly, remembering the somber look on Buck’s face when he’d opened the door. He highly doubts that Buck came over just to commiserate about the trials and tribulations of watching Christopher grow up.  Eddie bites the bullet. “Why are you here, Buck?”  Buck shifts nervously. He shrugs and looks away from Eddie. “I — I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to answer that. You’ve never asked me that before.”  Eddie scrubs at his face. “I've never had to ask you that, Buck. Things are different now. You’ve been busy.” 

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“Wow,” Buck says acidly, all traces of heartbreak gone. “I’ve never heard that one before.”  Eddie frowns. “What?”  “Really, Eddie?” Buck’s voice cracks on the last syllable. He shakes his head. “Unbelievable. Just — unbelievable.” “Buck — what are you talking about?”  “We were just trying to protect you, Evan," Buck mocks. "You were never supposed to find out. We kept it from you because we love you. Any of that sound familiar to you?” Eddie’s breath hitches on the word love, because he doesn’t know, he can’t know, but then —  Oh.  Fuck.

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Buck: We’ll get through this just like everything else. I promise. It’ll be okay.  Buck: Eddie, did you eat enough today? Should I come by and bring you some food? Buck: You know you’re still my best friend, right? That’s never going to change, Eddie. Never.  He reacts with a thumbs up or a tap-back heart on most of the messages, too exhausted to do anything else. He replies with a thumbs down to the message about food, certain that he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing Buck so soon. He knows he’ll have to face him in person eventually, but his tired, broken heart just wants to postpone it as much as he can.  The last one, though, is a balm that both soothes and agitates Eddie’s burning, aching heart, and he taps out a brief, Thank you, you too. Always, in response. It feels like too much and not enough all at once, and Eddie wishes once again that he was a little better at resisting Buck, that he didn’t feel that need to reply to his every message lest Buck worry even more about him. The only one he actually acknowledges is a message that comes in at 2:43 AM on Sunday. As he opens the message, Eddie absentmindedly wonders if Buck’s having a hard time falling asleep for the same reason as him. Probably.  It’s a link to a new exhibit at the Griffith Observatory, accompanied by a text that reads: Can I take Christopher here next weekend? Eddie squeezes back tears as he replies with a brief, Of course, and puts his phone down, letting the darkness swallow him again. 

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Hen beats him to it. “What happened, Buck? I thought you really liked her. Weren’t you planning to introduce her to Maddie and Chimney next week?”  “Not anymore,” Buck mutters. “I broke up with her.”  “What?” Eddie snaps head snaps up. “Why?”  Buck doesn’t meet his gaze, his lip quivering. The rest of their team is watching them, eyes darting back and forth, and Buck blinks hesitantly before swallowing down a sip of coffee. He wipes the cream off of his upper lip and looks Eddie in the eye.  “You know why,” Buck whispers. 

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil.

I know you are flooded with asks and this somehow became extremely long. Too long. “Why am I suddenly telling this poor man my life story?” too long. “I think I’d rather he work on the GO3 script than read this wild beast” too long. “He’s going to think you’re criminally dangerously insane” too long. If you never get to it, I’m good with never seeing a response from you. Maybe it’s better that way? Maybe an anon would have been nice here. But, it’s 2024, so I say “we ball.” It’s a privilege to be able to send this to you at all. You get a lot to this effect and I hope they give you good feels, so maybe what’s the harm, yeah? Because this is not an ask. This is a thank you letter.

First, thanks for reblogging my therapist post, I hope it amused you. I nearly sent you “How am i supposed to explain this to my therapist?!” But refrained. At that time.

So, therapy. What is therapy really? Well…

Things have been really rotten for as long as I can remember. Bad health, bad doctors, bad relationships, bad coping mechanisms, bad all kinds of things. (Yeah, bad is a weak and unhelpful word, my therapist reminds me, but we’re doing this.)

Well, things got even more really really rotten and BAD these last few years. Health declined further, coping mechanisms declined further and more intensely, packed up my life, applied for disability, moved back in with my parents across the country.

Then 4 years ago last week I watched my fiance die of a sudden heart attack. I was 29. Two years later my best friend died. Then last summer I sauntered vaguely into a cancer scare. Not long before an operation my cat who has been my companion through so much garbage died as well. I’m not entirely in the clear on the cancer scare front. All my attempts at going back to work, volunteering, going to grad school - they collapsed on me because I couldn’t get through this STUFF.

(Sometimes when I talk about this, when I tell people, I think “they are going to think you are a raging pathological liar.” Because I’m not sure I would believe someone if they told me all of this happened to them. In such a short time period. All before they were 35. And hell if that hasn’t been isolating. You know how it sounds? Lonely. And it is.)

I did the hypervigilant and sensation/experience chasing stage of PTSD. It got me in a lot of trouble in all kinds of ways. I had to do a lot of medical and psych advocating because things kept getting worse. That was exhausting. Then that peaked. I went into the thick of the “I feel absolutely nothing” stage for a long time. I didn’t feel fatigue or hunger or thirst. Not people, feelings, a reason. Not hope.

But of course, like seems be for a lot of us, I somehow found Good Omens at just the right time. I was a very “I’m so cool and intellectual I mostly consume non-fiction media” person for too long. Like, what? How is that even a real thing? And it wasn’t real. It was just part of this curated autism mask that I don’t think anyone really bought anyway.

I think I got to a point where I’d just had too much reality. I needed fantasy. I didn’t realize I always needed it. But I denied myself for too many odd and painful reasons. Maybe I thought it was an escape I didn’t deserve.

But as it turns out, it wasn’t an escape. I watched both seasons last fall, and then this light came on. I watched it again and again.

I came to tumblr because I needed more. I found this fandom. I stepped into this beautiful world of fanart and fanfiction and brain flexing meta writing and a sense of community and wonder that you and Terry created - that everyone involved in the show inflated - exploded in the right way - like fireworks if fireworks were some kind of autocatalytic reaction - a self perpetuating force.

It’s not a “saved my life” feeling. Not a “getting my life back” feeling. It’s been a “maybe it’s time for you to have the life you’ve always been denied - that you’ve denied yourself” feeling.

I’m creating. I’m not “great” yet. Not terribly “good” at all. Maybe “behind” as far as the “proper” timeline for starting. I know there isn’t one, not really, but boy does that society machine make ya feel like there is. And sure, I started and stopped a lot in the past. But the second it got hard I always gave up. I felt like if I didn’t get it “right” to begin with, then I just didn’t have it in me at all. But for once I’m really in it. I’m writing and trying to draw things that look less like fever dream five year old drawings. (Not that there’s anything wrong with those, is there? 🙃) I’m eating better. I’m sleeping better. I reach out to old friends more. I’ve made new friends who share this love of Good Omens.

My therapist has been floored by the change in me. After that first funny mini flop, he has been so encouraging about it. I saw him this week and I said “Maybe this is helping me get prepared to start living again. Maybe it’s a springboard.” And he honest to god said “But You ARE living. This is YOU LIVING. Why does it have to be a springboard? Why do you have to turn this into ‘work?’ Just let yourself have this for once in your life.”

But there were two more added elements that made it all work. And I can’t help but think this whole brainrot thing wouldn’t have happened without them. So many things just happened all at just the right time - a proper coincidence.

In all of the madness of the last few years I finally got the memo that I'm autistic. i figured I was for a while. But it finally sunk in for me and my docs and my people. So I’d been working on unpacking that. Grieving the life that could have been entirely different, shedding the mask. I let myself hyperfixate openly instead of hiding it and hating myself for “spiralling” or “obsessing” like others -!like ‘I’ always punished myself for before we knew that it was a trait and not a personality flaw.

Then over the last few months my therapist and I started trying this new exercise. One session he stopped me and said “in the last 20 minutes you have responded to what I’ve said with 9 ‘I knows.’” My response to that? “Ugh, I know.” So we started this “I know” swear jar type situation. Really, I’ve been afraid of not knowing. I couldn’t let myself “not know.” Because it meant I was “dumb.” I was just drowning for so long in guilt and self loathing for the “I knew better and screwed up anyway.” Or “I should’ve known better - I should know that by now.”

As it turns out, there’s a lot of things I don’t know. That I didn’t know. Things I will never know. And refusing to admit all of that kept me from learning a damn thing. Kept me from asking questions. Kept me from trying new things because it was scary to do something new - something unknown - and I "knew" how it would all turn out anyway. Kept me from connecting with people because it was painful or embarrassing when they knew things I didn’t and it seemed like I already should have. Kept me from getting better at making art, music, writing. Kept me from forgiving myself. Kept me from growing. And kept me from moving forward. Maybe not on. I don’t know if we ever “move on” from things. But we can move forward as we carry them. And as we do, the weight gets less. We’re able to carry it better. But only if we can admit that we don’t know how. Only if we don’t treat ourselves like this is something we do know or should know and we’re just failing because we’re less than. Not good enough. Not strong enough. Not deserving. We have to be able to say “I don’t know how to do this.” And then we can start looking for the answers. We can ask. We can learn.

I thought about the apple. Being able to tell the difference between good and evil. Aziraphale’s years and years of watching what he “knows” to be true be proven wrong. Crowley’s need to ask questions…

The simple and enormous gift of “Knowledge.” The “Knowledge” of the difference between Good and Evil. The “Knowledge” that can only be gained by realizing, accepting, admitting that there are things we don’t know. Asking the questions. Sometimes we get answers we don’t like. Sometimes the consequences of asking hurt us. And unless you want to stay in that painful place that painful knowledge got you, well, you’ve got to let yourself learn how to get out.

So all of this good? I never expected this. I never thought I deserved it. Joy and belonging and this sense that “Yeah, maybe things can get better. Maybe things can be good.” Because I said those things, not truly believing them, to the people I thought needed to hear it. But it couldn’t save them. It was hollow. The proof for us wasn’t really in our orbit or on our radar at the time. And now they’re gone.

People always say “it’s never too late.”

One of the people I lost said “it’s later than you think.”

I jokingly would respond “it’s already too late.”

It was for him in the end. For them. For some people I guess it really is. But maybe a lot of the “too late” people are there because they think “they know” that things will never be good for them. So they stop looking, they stop asking, stop finding. And eventually they just stop.

Then there came Crowley’s “It’s always too late.” The first time I heard it I thought “For sure, Crowley-cakes, I KNOW.”

But then…I just needed to rewatch the whole thing. And lines like that…familiar things…familiar themes…I was suddenly identifying with these characters. I suddenly saw myself. And the realization hit - I connected with something! Something new. And I FELT THAT. And that tiny little crack that made in the wall was just enough to start breaking it down. Yeah, when you start letting yourself feel after not feeling for so long, opening up to the good feelings means opening up to feelings and then the bad ones come out too. But when there IS good … it helps you balance. You can deal with the bad a little better because you’ve got the good thing to lean against when it gets too much. And now you’ve got feelings. You’ve got good and bad. You’ve got sticky foggy grey. You’ve got life.

Whew.

So, TLDR, thank you. From the bottom of my slowly healing heart, thank you.

And to sign off with some shits and giggles… I couldn’t find this in existence as a sticker so I had to custom order. Perhaps this will spread misery and panic among the humans of my city - or at least a malignant and creepy sense of unease.

Or maybe they’ll say “wtf” and go home and google it and they’ll fall into the Good Omens hole they never knew they needed too.

Thank you for this. I never quite know what to say to messages like this apart from I am really glad that it helps. (It becomes the weird extra piece that I worry about when writing season 3 -- hoping that it will be that thing again. Not just a story, but something that helps people feel and helps with healing and helps with love.)

[kitten4sannie]

𝔯𝔲𝔫, 𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔦𝔱, 𝔯𝔲𝔫

“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?”

pairing: wolf hybrid! san x bunny hybrid! fem reader

genre: hybrid/omegaverse, smut

summary: your boyfriend’s rut has (un)fortunate timing.

w.c: 3.7k

“All of me, silly boy. Everything.”

warnings: hard dom! san (wolf sannie is so mean ><), sub! reader, possessiveness, pet names (sweetheart, bun, bunny, baby, etc), name calling, daddy kink, san has a massive cock btw, degradation/praise, filthy dialogue (i went wilddd), cnc, primal play (ofc), subspace, face-fucking, brief breath play, manhandling, brief blood drinking, biting/marking, face/pussy slapping, size kink, bulge kink, impreg kink, breeding kink, knotting, multiple positions, creampies, cockwarming, dumbification

a/n: this is a major brain rot moment bc goddamn i just wanna be a little bunny that gets eaten up by big bad wolf sannie yk? ughh esp considering san went full alpha wolf mode in that warriors dance performance vid ksksjd. anywayy thank you to “here me out” anon for sending me that primal play ask — i’m sorry it took me ages to post but this is for you bb <3 okay lovelies: put on some mood music, get all comfy in your beds, and enjoy the ride 🖤

song recs: predator by anomy5 (ty haruuu @stardragongalaxy <3), destroy me by mr. kitty, mascara by deftones

Masterlist

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You climbed out of the passengerside of your boyfriend’s truck, taking a deep inhale of the fresh air around you, studying your serene surroundings. There were countless pine trees beyond the clearing you were standing in, going on for miles and miles, swallowing up the land around you. It was the perfect place to have a nice, quiet picnic with the love of your life.

“Oh, bunny,” San called out in a sing-song tone, only the tips of his fluffy black ears sticking up past the top of his truck before he walked around the back and over to you, holding a thick pleated blanket and a picnic basket in his arms. He tilted his head, one of his ears rotating slightly in response to a flock of birds that flew past the red-orange sky above the both of you. “Are you ready?”

“Of course I am, pretty boy,” you returned, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, only for San to let out a small, though obvious growling sound, nipping at your bottom lip, his ears twitching slightly. Holding back a moan, you opened your surprised eyes, your own ears instinctively standing on high alert. “San?”

Your boyfriend’s once furrowed brows relaxed, along with his features, making sure to give you a soft, dimpled smile. His body was beginning to overheat dangerously fast, but he didn’t know if he should inform you yet. He didn’t want to ruin such a nice picnic date. “Yes, baby?”

You blinked your big doe eyes at him. “Are you okay?”

San’s eyes glazed over for a split second, a prick of uneasiness shooting through your body at the sight of it. It was instinctual fear, reminding you of the way things would be if you weren’t civilized hybrids — though, it sent something else through you that you weren’t particularly familiar with.

“I’m just peachy, baby,” San reassured, running a hand through his dark locks, giving you a toothy smile. “Now, let’s have our little picnic.” His smile grew wider, pointed shiny fangs glinting in the warm evening light. “I’m starving.”

You couldn’t quite pinpoint what you were feeling, but did you really need to? Not when slick was already leaking out of your cunt and along your inner thighs. Instead of confronting the bubbling situation, you mirrored his smile, showing off your smaller, more rounded set of teeth. “Me too!”

You had shared some fizzy drinks and a small spread of food on your picnic blanket with San, idly chatting about whatever was on your mind, occasionally going into bouts of comfortable silence, your minds unable to stop focusing on the presence of something that couldn’t be ignored. The scent that was radiating off of San was unlike anything you had encountered previously. It was so stifling, so hot, like fire and ember, burning the tip of your tongue and lighting the wick inside your core. Though you hadn’t spoken about it, you were very certain your boyfriend was in–

“Bunny…” he mumbled underneath his breath, his head angled at the ground so that you couldn’t see how flushed his angular cheeks had become, how his eyes were hooded and unfocused, and the drool that was leaving his lips. “Daddy’s not feeling like himself right now.”

Biting your lip, you tilted your head, grabbing onto one of your elongated rabbit ears and stroking it out of habit. “Are…you in a rut, Daddy?” The low growling that San emitted through his clenched teeth gave you all the confirmation you needed. “I don’t mind, you know.”

“Huh..?” San sat up a bit from his hunched position, tilting his head to the side. “You mean that, bun?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, your ears flopping a bit from your quick movements. Your eager expression softened significantly, looking at San past your long wispy eyelashes, swiping at your lip and making it glisten with your saliva. “Should we play hide and seek, Sannie? Or how about tag? You win if you catch me.” San was leaning in closer to you, just as you followed his lead, your bodies drawn to one another like magnets.

“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?” His lips were just barely brushing over yours, your combined breaths leaving you a bit dizzy.

You giggled softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. “All of me, silly boy.” Your fingers drifted along his sharp jaw and into his hair, your gaze lowering to his lips. “My body.” You left a small kiss on his cheek. “My heart.” You held his heated face as your pressed your lips onto his. “Everything.”

Something snapped within San in that moment. He immediately stood up, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, like he would run out of air at any second. You knew your time with your gentle, loving Sannie was long gone for the time being, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“I’ll give you on the count of three to run, baby.” San lowered his chin and looked down at you past his black bangs, a distant look in his glazed over eyes. They were bright red and glowing, his pupils forming into small slits. “Three…” he began gruffly, one side of his upper lip twitching up slightly to reveal a pointy, white canine.

“Sannie…” you murmured to yourself, standing up from the picnic blanket and taking a few steps back, leaves and sticks crunching underneath your feet.

“Two…” he continued in an eerily soft tone, pulling at the neckline of his t-shirt, sweat starting to become visible on his smooth tan skin. San slowly started to hunch over, his heavy, uneven breaths causing a vaporous fog to form in the air near his drooling mouth.

Knowing how incredibly fast and agile San was, especially when he was in such an animalistic headspace, you found yourself turning around and taking off into the forest in an instant, your heartbeat already beginning to thump inside your ears from how fast you were running.

“One…” San exhaled to himself, reaching up over his head and pulling his shirt off, ripping through it with his sudden influx of strength. He leaned back and stretched, taking in a deep inhale, able to smell the scent of your arousal from where he was standing, despite you already putting a fair amount of distance between the two of you. It brought a delighted smile to his flushed face, his eyes forming crescent moons. “You better run as fast as you can, little rabbit, before the big, bad wolf comes and finds you.”

You didn’t know if it was your instinctual fear as prey kicking in that made you take off running first, or the sweet anticipation of getting taken down by your ravenous boyfriend and truly being put in your place. It didn’t matter, anyhow. You knew that once he got his hands on you, there was no going back.

Rough pieces of wood and pebbles temporarily embedded themselves in the soft soles of your bare feet as you quickly scampered through the dark woods ahead of you, too busy weaving through nearby pine trees to realize you had lost your shoes somewhere along the way.

You didn’t stop until you found a particular large tree, one that was far older than the rest, covered in moss and layers of aged bark, the roots coming out like tendrils and burying themselves underneath the foliage and dirt. Pressing your back against it and making yourself as small as possible, you pressed your hand over your lace-covered chest, feeling your heart pound against the palm of your hand, not very concerned with the state of your somewhat disheveled dress. Not so distant sounds of howling drifted through the chilly night air and into your soft, slightly tufted ears. They twitched slightly, the heat that was pooling in your core multiplying at the thought of what was to come.

San’s past warnings swept through your spinning mind. “Bunny, I’m not in my right mind during that time period,” he said with a concerned, though undoubtedly hungry look in his eyes, “I…end up wanting you so bad that I probably wouldn’t hesitate to take you in any and every way I want as long as I have you to myself…”

Yet, San was usually so gentle with you, so soft when he made love to you, lightly brushing his calloused hands along your body like you were made of glass, his brown eyes brimming with tears, using his lips to imprint echoes of love into your skin.

More wetness leaked out of you as if on command, the pheromones radiating off of San’s overheated body even from a distance sending your brain straight into breeding mode, reminding you that your gentle Sannie was no longer there. Despite this, you found yourself wanting him. You needed him inside you. Needed him to pump his cum into your womb and make you his over and over again. It would be just like the story books. He’d swallow you up and and leave you knocking at heaven’s door — and you knew one thing for certain. He was going to tear you apart. Your lips curled into a small smile just as a raspy, deep voice broke your concentration.

“Caught you, little bunny,” San proclaimed in an eerily calm manner, his words interrupted by his drawn-out, heavy breaths, his bare chest rising and falling at a much slower, more deliberate pace than before.

“Wh-what? How?” you replied instinctively, digging your fingers into the tree, breaking off bits of bark underneath your tight grasp.

“My silly bunny.” San chuckled, shaking his head, getting closer and closer to you. “I could smell how fucking wet that cunt of yours is from a mile away.” His eyes were focused solely on yours, but it was like he was looking through you, as if he was already inside your mind and body — already marking what was his with his presence alone. “Do you want me to eat you up that badly?”

There were times that San teased you, of course, but was always playful. Innocent, even. This was…something else. He definitely wasn’t playing around this time. You knew for certain. You could see it in his glowing, blood red eyes.

You nodded your head, pressing yourself back into the tree, finding it hard to swallow. You wanted him bad. Needed him.

San took a step towards you, twigs snapping underneath the weight of his heavy feet. “Now, now, sweetheart. You have to use your words for me, okay?” He ran his tongue across his large incisors, titling his head to the side. “You’ll let Daddy have a taste of his cute little bunny, won’t you? Or are you going to make me take what’s mine?”

“Take what’s yours, Daddy, please, until I can’t take it anymore,” you requested, your words and sad, pathetic whining sending San into a deeper, more animalistic headspace, revealing it to you through the quick lunge he made in your direction.

Suddenly, you were forced down onto your knees, San’s large hand pushing your head down until you were eye-level with his crotch. San took your hand and led it below his belt, letting you feel what was trapped inside, his rock-hard cock throbbing against your trembling fingertips. He gave you a small pout, almost making you forget about your position until he spoke. “See what you do to me when you act like a needy fucking slut, little bunny? See how hard you make Daddy?”

“Yeah, I see, Daddy. Your cock’s so hard it probably hurts, huh?” you mused, giggling a bit, your amusement cut short when San took ahold of your floppy bunny ears, gripping them tight enough to make you whimper.

“Y’know, you’re doing a whole lot of talking when you should be choking on my cock instead, bunny,” San informed, popping his belt open and letting his pants pool below his waist, his overtly large length slapping up into his abdomen and leaving a streak of pre-cum across his tan skin. Before you could have a chance to breathe, San jerked your head towards him, sliding his cockhead past your lips and plunging himself down your throat, not taking a second to face-fuck you like the fate of the world depended on it.

Slick, indecent sounds began to erupt from your occupied throat, along with your loud, erratic gagging, as you tried to swallow San’s cock without choking each time he rammed it down your esophagus, your eyes becoming wet with tears.

“Aww, is Daddy’s cock too big for my bunny’s tiny throat? Guess I need to stretch it out,” San sighed, squeezing his fingers around your ears as he fully plunged all ten inches into you, holding you completely still, briefly plugging your nose up with his free hand, just to feel you struggle to breathe, your abundant saliva dripping down his swollen balls. San held you like that until your face grew red, eventually letting go and pulling out all the way to let you take a much-needed breath, just to slap his heavy cock down onto your face, rubbing streaks of his pre-cum into your skin. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy…” you whispered in a gravely voice, throat wrecked, barely able to see him past your watery eyes, weakly licking up his pre-cum when he rubbed his tip across your lips.

“Open wide.” When you didn’t open your mouth right away, San’s expression darkened, sending a quick, rough smack onto your cheek, growling, “I said, open.” Your lips parted just as a fresh wave of slick dripped down your pussy. With a satisfied grin, San plugged your throat back up, clutching your head on either side, pistoning his hips, quick and rough, reminiscent of a machine going into overdrive. He fucked your face like you were just a hole for him, nothing more, nothing less, and you couldn’t have been more wet. “Ohh, fuck– Oh god, that’s fucking it. Daddy’s gonna knot your slutty throat now, bun. Gonna fill you up with my cum until you drink down every last drop.”

You gurgled on his rapidly moving cock, his knot stretching your throat open until it was there was a visible protrusion in your neck, San’s fingers immediately feeling it up once he locked you in place, his knot bursting, sending ropes of thick, scalding cum down your throat, forcing you to gulp it down until there was no more.

“What a good bunny you are. So obedient when you’re getting used by Daddy like this,” San praised, wiping remnants of spit, tears, and cum from your fucked-out face, giving you a oddly gentle smile, before pushing you to the ground and climbing on top of you.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured, your voice hoarse from taking his cock like you did, so out of it, you didn’t even react when San ripped your thighs open, causing your dress to pool around your waist, your throbbing pussy on display for him.

San began to drool, hyper focused on the sight of your bare cunt glistening with excess slick, a low groan leaving his lips. “What a slutty little bunny you are, not wearing any panties under your cute little dress.” He ran his hand down your abdomen, his nails leaving light red marks on your skin until he got to your center. “You must’ve known Daddy was going into a rut and just saved him some time, didn’t you, my sweet girl?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” You sniffled, swallowing roughly, still trying to recover from the abuse your throat took.

“Mm, thought so.” Lifting you up by your hips with ease, San forcefully brought your pussy to his face, taking a deep inhale of your arousal, leaving harsh, warm breaths on your clit, making you shudder. “Fuck. It smells like you came already. Is my bunny that much of a cock whore, that she had her eyes rolling back into her skull just from having her face fucked? Hm?”

You gazed up at him from below, gently rubbing your still stinging cheek. “Mmhmm.”

“Good. Get ready to cum again and again for me,” San announced, licking one long stripe up your cunt, from your hole and up past your clit. He swallowed your arousal down, licking at his lips, before lowering your hips down to his level, guiding his cock to your entrance.

Suddenly and without warning, San shoved himself inside you with one powerful thrust, bottoming out in an instant and leaving you with a dizzying feeling, your thighs trembling against his slim waist. “O-oh my god…”

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna be seeing God once I fuck your whore-hole wide open, lovebun,” San cooed into your ear, putting most of his body weight on you so that you were folded in half, giving you no choice but to take his fat cock in your tiny hole, over and over, until you were indeed, seeing God.

-

You couldn’t remember how long you had been there, being forcibly spread open for your ravenous boyfriend, his teeth latched onto your neck and drawing blood, your legs, like jelly, trembling profusely as they were held up by your flopping ears, your cum-filled pussy stretching open to accommodate yet another one of San’s knots, fresh tears running down your flushed face.

“Awww, are you crying, baby?” San asked into your ear, his deep voice dripping with faux pity, licking your blood off of his incisors. “What are you crying about, huh? Is it because Daddy keeps fucking his cum into your tiny bunny cunt or because of his teeth marks in your neck?”

“B-both!” you cried out, dropping your head back into the foliage beneath you and closing your eyes once San was finished pumping his load into you. “Can’t take it anymore…”

“Oh, yes, you can.” San angled his head down, pursing his lips to send a wad of spit down onto your reddened pussy, immediately slamming his hand down onto your swollen clit. “This cunt belongs to me. No one else. That’s why I’m working so hard to fill you up with my pups, silly bunny.” He smacked your cunt again, harder this time, leaving it stinging, speaking through gritted teeth, “So, I can do with it as I goddamn please. You got it?”

Your nods gave him the go ahead to continue, pulling out to switch positions again, moving your limbs and body to his will until you were on your hands and knees for him, your cum-drenched cotton tail twitching as you took him back inside. "After all this, you still have such a tight fucking cunt, god– you gotta relax for me, bunny, you gotta let me in," San groaned out, looking down to witness the way your hole struggled to stretch around his wide cockhead.

San bred you like the bunny you were, fucking you so viciously, so relentlessly, he broke your mind, just like he was about to do to your bruising body, forcing you into a mind-altering state of bliss.

“It’s so good! Fuck, Daddy, nnnngh–it’s so good!” You began to press your hands down onto your lower abdomen just to feel how prominent the bulge of his slick cock was inside your tummy each time it slammed into your cunt, convinced by the lewd squelching sounds you heard that you were going to have his pups sometime soon. “Your cock’s so heavy inside…it’s gonna break me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, if you break, i’ll just put you back together,” he huffed out, quickly wrapping his thick arms around your abdomen to place his hands over yours, pressing down further, his body flush against your smaller one. “And do it all over again.”

“Fuck–yes–” was all you could verbalize after hearing his heavy handed words, staring down at the ground below past your wet lashes.

He suddenly slowed himself down so you could feel every inch of him inside, the muscles in his abs tightening as he used his core to to simultaneously keep himself steady in his bent-over position and your body fitted against him, his cum-covered cock lodged inside your cunt like it’s missing puzzle piece. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby. That sounds good, huh? The thought of me breaking you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your eyes starting to disappear underneath your heavy eyelids, only them to grow wide as soon as San lifted your body up completely against his, holding you by your neck, drilling his cock into you at a new angle, one that forced to you drop down onto him even heavier due to the basic laws of gravity.

“Good, now take my knot, pretty girl,” San huffed, his fingers slipping into your drooling mouth, holding his other hand securely against your lower abdomen, feeling just how full he had made you with his potent seed, shooting more and more ropes of cum once his knot broke, feeling your arousal leaking down his softening length. “That’s it now, that’s a good bunny…”Your shaking body eventually relaxed against his, melting into him, not able to give anything else.

Sensing this, San pulled out and turned you around to face him, pulling you into his lap and back down onto his cock, not to fuck you again, knowing you would actually fall apart if you did, but just to warm him and keep his seed inside so that you would be nice and full for him in the coming months. “My sweet girl, you did so well for me. So, so well,” he murmured softly, pressing kiss after kiss onto your face and lips, gently massaging your bunny ears. “How do you feel, baby?”

Smiling tiredly and ready for a long nap, you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a long kiss back, before resting your head on his sweaty shoulder.

“Full.”

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[swordcreature]

Zevlor, Dammon, and Rolan with a partner that's touch starved? Also your writing is exquisite - I turned on post notifications for you as soon as I binged all your headcanons!

ty ty anon that makes me so excited to hear!! i really hope you like this!! sorry it took a couple days

i'm trying to find a pace to go through these that is good for me, especially during the work week

thanks again for the request

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Touch Starved Partner

a reverence to nudity and the barest hint of inferred sexual content (like you have to really really really squint)

How the tiefling boys date a touch starved partner

Dammon: 

Dammon is, by nature, a touchy guy even in a nonromantic sense. He just seems like the kind of person to always offer a handshake, to clap someone on the shoulder, to nudge them with an elbow.  

In a relationship though? Dammon is all about physical contact, whether or not his partner is touch starved. It’s just instinctively how he shows he cares.  

So, when he learns that his partner is touch starved? Always leaning into his hand a little too long? Looking for ways to keep his hands on them? The touching basically never stops. 

At first, he makes a conscious effort to touch them more. He’ll cradle their jaw in his hand when they’re talking privately, watching them speak more confidently with his skin against them.  

He’ll put a hand on their lower back whenever he possibly can, to let them know he’s there and that they’re cared for.  

He’ll take their hand and never let it go just because he loves the way they seem to instantly relax the second he grabs it. It’s more than he would normally do, despite already being a touchy person but that’s fine – he loves his partner and wants to make them happy. 

But after a while the constant touches become second nature. He does it without thinking. He reminds himself to stop resting his hand on their thigh because they’re out in public and someone’s going to get the wrong idea after a while.  

Or he makes a conscious effort to release their hand because it’s starting to cause trouble when people in the tavern must walk around their intertwined hands.  

And don’t even get me started about the tail. It basically acts on its own. Wrapping around his partner’s leg, almost causing them to trip. Sliding up and down their back in a comforting motion. He needs to weigh the damn thing down if he wants a single night without getting it tangled in his partner’s limbs. 

The way his partner melts into his touch was enough for him to become hooked, and to people outside of their relationship, it almost looks like Dammon is the touch starved one.  

Rolan: 

Rolan isn’t quite sure how to handle his partner wanting physical touch and affection, because he himself is rather touch starved – though the thought alone would make him scoff!  

He’s a prolific wizard, thank you! Not some bumbling, bashful boy who blushes at a simple touch.  

Before he meets his partner, he definitely sees being touch starved as a weakness. He’s way too proud and way too emotionally wall-off to admit that he desperately craves contact.  

But when he starts a relationship with a touch starved partner, things start to change.  

Because it is rather nice, the way their whole mood seems to change from something as simple as his hand on their arm. And he does quite like how often they seem to stand at his side, flush against him, looking for any kind of contact.  

So he starts relenting. Letting himself indulge in touches here and there, ones that he wouldn’t have dreamed of doing in public before. Rubbing their knuckles, brushing a hair out of their face, kissing their forehead.  

Once really comfortable with his partner, Rolan finds that his favorite thing in the world is when they can lay naked together in bed with his partner on his chest. Not in a sexual way (though it does happen a lot after sex). No, they both just luxuriate in the feeling of so much skin-on-skin contact.  

They’ll be in bed for hours that way, just talking or reading, enjoying each other’s company, running their hands over each other just to enjoy the feeling of skin underneath.  

And when Cal and Lia inevitably tease him for being so touchy with his partner, it’s the one subject that doesn’t get him riled up anymore. He doesn’t even fight back. Because he’s not embarrassed of wanting to touch and be touched. So he just smiles and rolls his eyes, pulling his partner more firmly into his side. 

Zevlor: 

Zevlor is also touch starved. Big time. The man hasn’t had a healthy relationship in so, so very long and it shows in the little ways he is eager for any type of physical contact, romantic or otherwise.  

He almost doesn’t even realize that his new partner is starved for physical affection as well, because he is so caught up in how good it feels to be touched again. He loses himself in the way they reach for his face and lightly trace the ridges on his cheeks or the way they hold onto his hug for much longer than normal.  

His partner has to a lot of the touching at first because Zevlor is too fearful of overstepping a boundary. He knows just how intoxicating their touch is to him, so he doesn’t want to go too crazy seeking it out every second. 

Of course, this is exactly what his partner wants!  

I could see Zevlor finally putting two and two together in a really silly way, too. Like, it totally goes right over his head until one night he gets a little more tipsy than normal – one too many glasses of wine.  

And he’s a little looser than normal when he and his partner are alone. So, in his slightly drunken state, he starts touching them. Caressing their face, kissing their palm, sliding his hand down the length of their neck past their shoulder.  

The whole time he’s doing it, it’s for him. He’s just marveling at how this beautiful person is his, how extraordinarily lucky he is.  

But then he notices something in their eyes or the look on their face as he’s touching them and something starts to click. So he tries it again and it’s very clearly eliciting a response. 

And poor, confused Zevlor finally starts to see how his touch affects them. It’s a brick to the face, in hindsight. He totally should have noticed before.  

But he makes it up to them. In public he is still respectfully reserved, only allowing the most chaste of touches, but behind closed doors?  

Let’s just say Zevlor becomes a learned student of touching his partner.  

[charmedreincarnation]

Hi charmed! I am this anon

https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/714864628452212736/i-got-into-the-void-state-using-your-method-but

I did indeed get into the void again ! I used the same method of your theta method but instead of waves I used slade’s shifting brew and set a strong intention and it worked, as I am not surprised because it’s like a switch. Once you get in once it’s easy to keep getting in.

I got in and I said I HAVE MY DESIRED PERFECT LIFE. I took your advice because I was scared my list wasn’t perfect or that I would change my mind so I just used a general affirmation and everything from my teeth, to face, to body, to house, to personality, to family, to school life was revised even better than the original list I had! It feels normal and I’m surprised how easily my life switched even though a couple of days ago I was poor, lonely, unloved, ugly, stupid, and broke. Now I’m smart, I’m in my schools honor program which is a private prestigious magnet school, I am conventionally attractive and have my desired body, I am super funny and social and I light up every room I’m in, I have a loving family, I have 50,000 in my checking and account and 200,000 in my savings and I’m only 16, My mom and dad are in love again, and so much more so thank you charmed and all of Loa tumblr. Most importantly my spirit still remembers the past so I will never inflict the harm done to me on others and I will donate because no one ever did that for my family when we needed. I will staple this post to my walls in my new luxurious room to remind myself of why I’m here and all the people who helped. I love you all. Ok maybe not the walls that would be really hard to explain to guests but maybe a scrap book 😂😂😂🙊

Oh my idk how I missed this I’m so sorry, but this was such a nice read anon I’m so proud 💗💗 not only did you get your desires which you deserve but your philosophy of how you’re going to treat people because of your past is beautiful, and I agree <3

I’m glad your spirit is healed and moving forward the sadness of your past will be a distant memory. Loa tumblr loves and appreciates you more, and congrats again 😭😭💗

[sprout-fics]

Thursday Thot!! I need some headcanons or drabbles or SOMETHING about the 141 returning home after a mission and just having the best reunion sex of their lives

Also love your fics so much ❤️ from a fellow grad student who just submitted her FINAL assignments ever and is in denial

HUGE CONGRATS ANON LETS FUCKING GO!!!

Soap:

Oh fuck

He gets home and you fucking pounce on him

Like he's not even fully out of his gear yet, but you don't care. You need him, need him now, like nothing else

He makes a startled noise against your lips but his arms wrap around you, haul you up as he returns your affections immediately. He's as wound as you are, and here you are just ready for him

It's a dream come true

He's got you on the bed before you can even think twice, pushes your legs up and has your panties bunched around your knees as he buries his head in your cunt

You fist his slightly too long mohawk and chant his name like a prayer, quiver and shake and try to tap out at one point because it's too much, he has his fingers buried inside you and his lips sealed over your clit

He has you calling out twice before he finally lets up, smirks at you with that devilish grin and his chin wet with your arousal, makes a point to lick his fingers like they're covered in icing

When he's finally bare he has you ride him, babbles in thick Scots as the lewd sounds of your lovemaking are muffled only by your rising voice that sounds like a fucking symphony to his ears

The neighbors hate you both

Soap has the idea to take a video of you as you cum on his cock, trembling and eyes rolling back and hips twitching as he shoots himself inside you

He saves it for the long missions away from you, has to bite his shirt from making any noise at the thought you're still waiting for him back home

Gaz:

Gaz's coming home is gentler, but no less passionate. He makes a point of telling you exactly hen he'll be home, texting you the entire time from when the plane touches down to when he's at your doorstep

"Doors open." You text back, and he's a little disappointed that you aren't that excited to see him

Or so he thinks

He sees fucking rose petals the second he's inside the door, and laughs because it's so absurd and over the top but he loves it

He's stripping his gear and clothes as he follows them up the stairs to your bedroom, and god it smells heavenly, like your perfume and champagne and the best of things

God knows he's already hard by the time he's at your door, but seeing you, in that lacy bralet he helped you pick out, your hands in your panties and flashing him a lustful, half-lidded stare?

Gods help him

He wants to absolutely devour you, but he doesn't get the chance, because you're all over him, telling him to lay back, encouraging him to hold your hair when your red lips sink over his cock

Kyle whimpers

Yet he doesn't let you finish him, insists on doing that himself, parting your legs and bending over you so your foreheads touch as he sheathes himself inside you

Tells you how much he loves you, calls you all the lovely pet names, tells you how fucking pretty you are in the lingerie, reminds you he's yours, only ever yours

Post-fuck cuddles have never been so nice

Price:

Lord have mercy

This man knows exactly how to handle you

Knows you're impatient, knows you want him, but forces you to slow, settle, reminds you how sweet it is to indulge in the simpler things

He's still geared up when he has you strip for him, shimmy out of your dress and sway your hips, a coy little smile on your lips

Has you crawling up into his lap and it isn't long until you are drunk on kisses, craning your head back and eyes fluttering as his beard scrapes against your mouth, your chin, your jaw

You rock on his lap with a little whine, trying to grind down on the growing hardness in his pants but this man only chuckles

"Look at the mess you're making, darling." He huffs in your ear at the stain you're making on his trousers. "You'll have to buy me news pants."

"No pants at all sounds better." You tell him instead, and he hums so deep it sounds like a growl, all ash and smoke and pine. Like a forest fire burning you from the inside out

He fucks you just like that, pulls himself from his pants and has you sink down onto him, naked as the day you were born, a series of choked little whines caught in your throat

His hands are secured around your hips, pushing and pulling you, achingly slow, until he has you begging for it, pleading until you're almost teary eyed

and then he fucks you

Precise, short thrusts up into you, perfectly aimed at that spot that makes you see stars and you wail his name, face buried in his neck

You don't even try to manuever yourself, knowing he's got you right where he wants you, knowing that patience has its own reward, and the reward is this

He's a growling, feral mess in your ear, balls smacking up against you, fingers digging bruises into your thighs as he buries himself inside you until he's the only thing you can think of

When you finish you shudder around him, clamp down on the length of his cock inside you and whatever restraint he had left snaps, because half a dozen near brutal thrusts later, as he fucks you through your orgasm, he's seeping inside you, his labored breathing fogging the sweaty skin of your chest

"My good girl." He rasps after. "Mine."

Ghost:

Doesn't tell you he's going to be home until a pair of strong, steel arms wraps around you in your kitchen

"Don't scream." He tells you, a gloved hand snaking up to your mouth as it falls open. "It's just me."

You twist in his arms, throw your arms around his neck and haul him down to kiss him through the mask

When his hands drift down to grasp at your ass, you gasp, high and loud, and feel him smile through the fabric

"Needy, aren't we, pet?"

How could you not be? When it comes to him

He hauls you up, wraps your legs around his waist as you ruck his mask up to his nose to kiss him properly as he carries you in the direction of the bedroom

He smells like smoke and gun oil and violence, but you drink it in with nothing but a purr, a wanting thirst for all things that are him

Despite it all, Simon is a man of method, and that translates into bed too. He knows the map that is your body, knows the right way to tweak your nipples so you squeak, knows just the right amount of pressure to circle your clit with

He takes his time taking you apart, loves working you up until you're flushed, drunk on arousal, needy, mewling for him

Art never really appealed to him until it came to you, the way you fall apart under him

He could sit there for days and edge you over and over and over, watch you until tears trail down your face and he licks them up as you moan, beg once more for him

When he finally does fuck you, you're practically boneless, happily going wherever he takes you

It's only once his teeth bite into your shoulder that you seize, your cunt fluttering around him as he leaves his mark on you, only to give you another, another, as if he needs reminders every time he looks at you that you belong to him

You don't know how many times you cum with his cock inside you, everything a lust-adled haze that has you clinging to him like a mast in a gale

When he finishes in you, you both lay panting, trying to catch your breath

yet your favorite part is when he takes care of you after, hauls you into the bath with his massive form, wraps you up in blankets and settles with you, wordless and yet there, and you know without a doubt he'd never leave again if he could.

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Hydration anon returns.

Please a Miguel fluff where he is reminded to eat, drink, and take care of himself. Maybe even have a cookie. Because everyone should be treated with fuzzy feelings.

Bet, also hello 🚰

This isn’t what I posted I was writing earlier I just saw it and thought I could write it real quick lol it’s short but I feel like that’s alright for this sweet and simple thing

Miguel Needs Reminding

CW: fluff, food

You sighed as you saw Miguel working away in his office. “Miguel, how long have you been here?”

“Hm? Oh… uh… I got here Tuesday morning.”

You frowned. “Mig, it’s Friday. Have you eaten anything? Have you gone home and showered?”

“No time.” He grumbled and continued working as if you weren’t there.

You sigh and get your phone out to look up some recipes. “Well, I’m making you food, and while I do you’re going to shower. Okay?”

“You can’t tell me-”

“You don’t get a say, Miguel.”

He growled, showing his fangs, but seeing the serious expression on your face made him back down a little. He was really tired… and his stomach rumbled…

You chuckled when you heard the little rumbles. “Take me to your penthouse, I’ll cook something for you.”

Miguel sighed and nodded. “Okay…”

———

At his apartment, you started the shower faucet for him, making sure the water is nice and warm before leaving him to take care of it. You went to the kitchen, and searched through the fridge and cabinets, collecting ingredients to make a lovely dinner and some dessert.

After about a half hour you heard the water shut off, and Miguel walked out in a casual outfit, a t-shirt with some faded graphic and sweatpants. By then you were done cooking, the table set, setting a nice cold glass of water down next to the delicious plate of food. You couldn’t help but chuckle when you heard his stomach growl once more.

“Go ahead and eat. I just put some cookies in the oven, you can have one when you’re done.” As he sat down you ruffled his hair a little. He didn’t seem to mind, leaning into your touch slightly.

He��s never this soft, but he’s just so burnt out, running on fumes… how soft you’re being with him made him feel so relaxed. He definitely needed this.

Miguel complimented your cooking, and once finished he sat on his sofa to watch tv. You took his gizmo so he couldn’t work, so all he could do was watch tv.

You brought him some cookies, which he accepted happily. Maybe he should take breaks like this more often. He certainly wouldn’t mind this becoming a regular thing…

[one-green-frog]

Post Surgery Cuddles

Hobie x ftm!reader

Fluff

Thank you for requesting anon, and sorry this took so long as you know tumblr isnt really nice to me rn :)

Y/N spent the day sitting on the couch and being pampered by Hobie, his lovely boyfriend. Just a few days ago, he finally got his top surgery, after many long nights working overtime and saving like a mad man. Hobie, the supportive boyfriend that he is, also occasionally contributed to the funds and Y/N luckily decided not to comment on the not so legally acquired money. Right now Hobie is in the kitchen preparing a neal for both of them, the surgery was draining for both of them. He was worried that soemthign might go wrong during it, but luckily Y/N came out drowsy and disoriented .

"They took my boobs" will forever be ingrained in Hobie's mind, and nothing will stop him at reminding his boyfriend of the many, many embarassing things he said while doped up on pain medication.

Y/N couldn't wish for a better partner in life, Hobie always prioritized him, he even "neglected" his Spider-man duties for him. The pre-surgery anxiety really hit him hard and he is so thankful that Hobie stayed with him all the time. Late night movies that turned into a cuddle session, home-cooked meals that turned into an eating contest, it didn't matter, Hobie was always there to take his mind off of any bad thoughts.

While this was great for Y/N you needed all the support and kind words Hobie offered his absence in a certain HQ caused some troubles. Especially for Miguel. But let's be honest, Hobie wouldn't care what Miguel thinks of him, his boyfriend needed him and that was all he could think about. Although he did forget to mention his leave to a certain group of spider-teens, who decided to take matters into their own hands.

Miles, Gwen and Pavitr all came to Hobie's dimension and started to look for him at their usual meet-up spots, but unfortunately they couldn't find him anywhere. As they ran out of places to look, Pav suggested tracking his watch, Miles was hesitant at first but he didn't have a better idea and they wanted to make sure that Hobie was actually alright. When they pinned down his location and arrived they weren't expecting to look through an apartment window at a romantic Hobie spoon feeding who was presumably his partner.

Sensing some eyes on them, both Hobie and Y/N turned to look out the window and saw 3 pairs of eyes looking back at them. Not wanting to force them to stick on the wall outside, Hobie opened the window for the teens to crawl inside. They stood there, embarrassed for being caught, but also glad that Hobie was still alive and well, the uncomfortable silence growing larger by the second as Hobie just sat down next to his partner again, a smug look on his face.

"Sooo.... uh, we didn't mean to..to interrupt you two, " Miles said awkwardly, removing his mask. "We were just worried since you didn't show up... for quite some time, 0" Gwen chimed in, all the while Pavitr used the time to admire the appartement and talk about how great it was decorated.

"Sorry, but my boyfriend here needed mew and thinking that my sudden absence would also piss of Miguel I killed two birds with one stone. Although I did seem to forget to tell you lads. "

Realizing that Hobie was alright while also hinting for them to leave so he could spend some quality time with his boyfriend, the teens left. Through the window.

Finally getting the peace and quiet back into the apartment, Hobie began to tell Y/N some stories about the gangs adventures while feeding Y/N, who still persisted that he didn't need that much help. The rest of the day was spent with his and cuddles and the occasional pill when the pain from the surgery intensified.

Again I'm sorry this took me so long to finish, i hope you like it.

[chicken-fifi]

Stray Kids Reaction | You Produce Songs for Your Group

Pairing: SKZ Members x Readers

Requested by anon: Hello my bad i didn’t see the 2024 posts ! May I request headcanons for Stray Kids dating an idol who produces songs for her own group, just like them please ? I'm fine with both gn and fem reader, just not male reader pls thank you 🙂

A/n: i'm so tirev so please cut me some salack for this one

Tunes: n/a

Bang Chan:

Chris knew that your group had a producers among its members

However, he never expected it to be you

He knew that you had dabbled in songwriting, but never producing

It’s not an everyday thing

But often you two will be messing around in a production room trying to come up with a few things

It’s a point of bonding for the two of you

Lee Know:

When you first tell Minho that you produce music for your group, he’s awestruck

He knew you were talents but this was a whole nother level of talent

He’ll ask if he’s allowed to sit in some of your sessions

He enjoys seeing you in your element

And being able to see some of the things he recognized from conversations with others was truly nice

Plus having you explain things to him in close proximity is an added bonus

Changbin:

To find this common point between the two of you is something Changbin takes very seriously

He wants to not only learn how you go about producing song for your group

But he also wants to produce something with you

Finds it incredibly meaningful to be able to do something that he loves with someone he admires

And spending the time with you is always a win

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin is in complete awe

It wasn’t something he’d expected

But he can’t say he didn’t expect it

He was well aware of your talent and thought producing would be something you’d be good at

But now that he knows it’s true

It’s like ubijksgfxbiujksgfn

He always asks how your latest projects are coming along

Han:

Jisung enjoys being in the studio with you

He loves seeing you at work for something pertaining to your group

Knowing that he gets to see everything you do behind the scenes and connect it back to his experiences

It’s also a nice little bonding moment here

He enjoys every second of it with you

Felix:

Felix loves every second he spend with you in the studio

The magic he gets to see you literally create before his eyes is worth all of the frustration he sees you go through

He helps in any way he can, but sometimes it’s more distracting than helpful

As he makes you laugh to the point where your project is completely forgotten

Only for him to remind you and have you cursing under your breath

Seungmin:

Seungmin usually stays quick during your production sessions

He’s quietly supportive of everything you do

He gives genuine and honest comments when you ask for them

Especially because he knows how easy it is to go into a spiral thinking something isn’t good enough

Interested and present

I.N:

Jeongin is so shy about being in the studio

He’s afraid he might say or do something while you’re producing something and ruin all your progress

He knows and understands all the work that goes into it

The last things he wants to do or be is a distractions

Quickly warms up to giving input when you ask and even helping out with the productions when you need him to

[ellewritesalright]

Foxtrot

Nikolai Lantsov x reader

A/N: hi! This was a request by an anon! Hope yall enjoy :)

Request: reader is like the princess or some kind of duchess from kerch and she gets invited to a ball in ravka. there, she meets nikolai and he is head over heels for her and they dance and everything

Warnings: Fluff, dancing, me not knowing shit about dancing

Word Count: 900

..........

The ball wasn't his idea. Genya was the organizer, and David and Zoya fell into the roles of enabler and enforcer respectively. Nikolai didn't see the use in a great gathering like this, but Genya was insistent.

"You need a queen, and what better place to find one than through drink and dance," she'd said.

He wanted to bash his head against the freshly painted walls of the Grand Palace's ballroom, but sighed and stayed stoic at his post in the corner. He took up residence there as soon as the evening started, allowing guests to approach and greet him while Tamar and Tolya flanked him. He made idle conversation as he watched the dancing.

Ties and tails and ballgowns of every colour--though he noticed a wealth of women in emerald green, the same colour of the gem reserved for the Lantsov royal family--swished about the room. It was a little nice to see the dancing, a little mesmerizing even, but he would never tell Genya that he was enjoying himself.

When the band's song finished, the dancers came to a stop. People milled on the floor for a moment, then a Kerch foxtrot began. Many people left for refreshments, but a few couples remained. The dance was not popular with Ravkans as most preferred a waltz, and he saw many nobles from his country skirting to the edges of the room. Even the seemingly most accomplished dancers from other countries were sitting this one out, but there in the middle of the floor was you and a graceless partner.

He'd seen you throughout the night, flowing across the room no matter who your partner was. His eyes often tracked you and your deep blue dress. It reminded him of the ocean waves cresting, especially with its white lining that complimented your movements so perfectly.

He knew your partner. The Count of Ulensk, who spent more time bidding on horses in Caryeva than caring for his people at home. Despite all his time in the liveliest Ravkan city, he was a terrible dancer. You flowed as gracefully as a swan, he moved more like a penguin, clonking about and stepping on your toes.

Without a second thought, Nikolai excused himself from whichever diplomat he was conversing with and strode towards the floor. He tapped the Count on the shoulder.

"Excuse me for interrupting, but may I steal this dance with your partner?"

The Count seemed offended for a moment, but he quickly nodded. "Of course, your highness."

As soon as he was out of sight, Nikolai gave you a smile and took your hand. He bowed, you bowed, and the dancing began

"Thank you," you said.

He gave you a charming smile. "Don't mention it. I couldn't let you suffer out here, especially not when you're the best dancer I've seen all night."

At his words your eyes dipped bashfully.

"That's a lofty compliment, one I'm not sure I'm worthy of. I'm only alright at dancing."

"Then everyone else must be abysmal. Quite unfortunate they were all invited to this ball, then. I must tell my advisors to invite real dancers to one of these next time. And you, of course. Even if you are only alright." He took a good look at you before he swiveled the two of you. "Where are you from?"

"Kerch, your highness. I came with my father, Councilman Bodden."

Your father was a Councilman in Kerch? That meant you had money; Genya and the squadron of people invested in his future queen would love that for Nikolai and for the Ravkan coffers.

He turned the pair of you around again, marveling a bit at how well you kept up. "And how was your journey?"

"Land travel became a bit boring after a while, especially through the desert of the former Fold. The trip across the True Sea was my favourite part of it."

"Was it now?" He raised a brow.

He wasn't sure if you were honest. He knew some in Ravkan court knew his identity on the sea. Perhaps the secret had spread and your speaking about the sea was a mere tactic to attract him to you. Yet that possibility didn't stop him from thinking you were incredibly cute.

"It was, your highness." Your eyes lit up. "My family's home is on the water, but we rarely go out into the harbours, and we'd never crossed the sea before--well I think my father had, but I certainly hadn't."

"Until now," he grinned

"Until now," you said with a nod.

He dipped you, his hand strong at the square of your back. You smiled politely, though he could see in your excited eyes how you were holding back a grin. He raised you back up.

"And do you like it here in Ravka?" He asked quietly.

"Yes," you breathed. "Very much so."

"I'm glad," he said.

Then the pair of you danced in comfortable silence. Nikolai couldn't stop staring into your eyes. And you–despite your initial meekness–met his stare eagerly, as though his eyes were speaking of their own accord, whispering pretty things to you. Saints knew he wanted to say them aloud, but a crowded ballroom hardly seemed the place for them.

The band slowed, the rest of the dancers did too, but Nikolai didn't want to stop. He held your hand even as the music stopped completely and both his and your feet had halted.

"Will you dance the next song with me, your highness?" You asked, your eyes hopeful.

"It would be my honour."

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Feel free to like, reblog, and comment if you want to read more, I really appreciate the feedback! Reminder that requests are still open for shorter fics like this. Otherwise, I hope you have a great day/night :)

[ecoterrorist-katara]

Twitter found your posts about Firelady Katara, and they are being really rude about it. It's super annoying, I'm sorry

Anon, I appreciate the heads up & the nice sentiment! In the future though, I’d prefer not to know about how people react to my posts unless they’re being very nice. I don’t want to engage with negativity & smoothbrain takes, but I am VERY easily tempted lmao. My background in competitive debate / academia / leftist politics means I’m extremely argumentative, but I know nothing good comes out of Internet arguments so I need help ignoring antis. 

Anyway it’s helpful for me to remember that I’m in the Zutara fandom because I love to see people inspiring each other to create things. I’ve read so many wonderful metas, feasted my eyes on incredible fan art and edits, laughed at funny posts, foamed at the mouth over epic fics, and generally have been in awe of what this fandom has produced over the years. I mean…we’ve had colouring books! An EP! Animatics where Dante Basco himself lent his voice! This fandom has been around since before I was allowed to use the family computer and it’s so cool to me that it’s still thriving. By contrast, reacting snarkily to content that other people create is like…the opposite of generative and does nothing to better a community — which is why I fundamentally don’t care for antis and don’t want them to be part of my fandom experience. Anyone can make their half-baked opinion known online, but it takes spirit and dedication to create things you like for your ship. Anyway here’s a reminder that ZK Big Bang signups are still open for one more week! I still haven’t decided which role I want to play in this event but I encourage everyone to sign up! 

[themotherofhorses]

Hi guys, it's Vic! Also known as:

Round TWO at addressing the extreme racism in the CoD fandom!

So it’s both odd and funny that my Indigenous fem!OC has pissed off so many random people, especially with the fact that I created her to ship with Ghost.

(A fictional character that has NO canon love interest, FYI. Sorry to bust y'all's little bubble. Well, there's Mara and Urban Tracker....)

Anyways, I really don't care if this post sounds bitchy in nature. I really don't, not anymore. Some of y'all need a damn wakeup call. Several months ago, in December of 2023, I made a post (here) regarding the sudden influx of hate I began receiving following the posting of my OC, SilentDove Reyes. For around two weeks after that post, the hate died down, and I felt motivated to create more content involving Dove and Ghost.

Until the hate picked up again with every little thing I posted that related to my OC x Ghost.

However....this new hate incorporated the MMIW. A bold ass move, in my opinion.

If you are not aware, the MMIW stands for "Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women." Alternate spellings include the MMIWG & MMIWGTS (Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women, Girls, and Two-Spirits). As of 2023, statistics indicate that Indigenous women face a 10x murder rate than any other race/ethnicity. I have made a previous post regarding the issue, seen here. The unfortunate truth is that young Indigenous girls are more likely to be SA'd and murdered than to attend college. Let that sink in for a moment.

Now, I am an Indigenous woman. That is no surprise there; I fashioned my OC to provide myself (and, by extension, others) with Native representation in a franchise I greatly enjoy. What IS surprising, however, is that me doing so has pissed off so many people. I'm very certain some of y'all must descend from Andrew Jackson, or John Wayne cause, christ on a bike driven by a pike.

Here is a screenshot of a hate anon I recently received:

Listen, I don't care who you ship Ghost with. I really don't. I've blocked numerous shipping tags, remained mindful of the content I'm interacting with, and surrounded myself with fellow mutuals who also have personal OCs. It is really that easy.

What I do care about is the fact that some of you CANNOT separate fanon headcanons from canon material.

Exhibit A:

So let’s clear some stuff up!

Soap x Ghost is NOT canon.

Ghost being queer is NOT canon.

And, most definitely, Ghost being a woman abuser who would harm/abuse/murder a woman (either physically, emotionally, psychologically) is NOT canon.

What IS canon is his and Soap's strong bond. In my eyes, that is a brotherly bond, reminding me of a big brother/little brother relationship; in my fanfiction, Soap is Ghost's children's uncle. In fact, his son (second-born child) is named after him.

You are, of course, free to view them as romantic; what you are not free to do is attack OC creators/non-shippers for not perceiving them like that.

That is just fucking weird and delusional behavior. Knock it off. You're giving your fellow normal shippers a bad name.

ALSO! Let’s clear things up!

1. I’m not straight — I’m bisexual and demisexual.

2. I’m only half white (Spanish, with Mexican heritage). I’m QUITE LITERALLY an enrolled Native, so I guess the best way to describe me is “biracial.”

3. It’s y’all ruining the canon gay representation by shipping Laswell—a GAY woman—with Price, despite the fact that she canonically has a wife.

4. My OC does not have a “dumb fucking name.” Her name is an Indigenous name with a specific backstory to it; it’ll be explored further in future fanfics once I find the motivation to return to writing.

Anyways, I highly doubt this will be the last post I create regarding this problem; apparently, a nice chunk of the fandom has this intense animosity towards fem!OCs, fem!Y/Ns, and BIPOC!OC creators. Alright. With that being said, I invite anyone who has similar experiences to share yours, either in the reblogs or in separate posts.

As sometimes we say during pow wows:

“The floor is all yours.”

Thank you!

[seiberries]

Chigiri Sae and Nagi reaction when their s/o gift them a bouquet? Maybe they won an important game or their s/o just wanted to be nice. Thanks!

AHH THAT IS SOO CUTEE here you go anon!! they all deserve flowerss

blue lock boys : s/o gifts them flowers hcs

includes: chigiri hyoma, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro warnings: none!

chigiri hyoma

his team had just won a match, and chigiri was vital in scoring many of their points. post-game, he ran to you immediately, his chest swelling with pride. he was proud that you watched him win-it made him more than satisfied, as per usual. 

you meant so much more than the trophy.

once he got to where you were, he noticed a bouquet of pink carnations in your hands. you pushed them towards him, a smile gracing your face.

“congrats, hyo!”

now, he too, was pink. his face complemented his hair color!

he had never received a bouquet before, not even when he graduated middle school. he would cherish his first flowers, especially because they came from you. he refrains from saying much though, who knows what would come out of his mouth in his current state? he might say something embarrassingly sappy.

secretly, unbeknownst to him, you took a picture while he wasn’t looking. his flustered complexion matching your gift, you teased him about it after things had settled down.

it’s your home screen too.

itoshi sae

sae waits for no one, except his s/o. the striker was awaiting for your arrival after you had gone out to buy something from the market. he didn’t want you to leave, but the s in sae happens to stand for stubborn- he couldn’t let his clinginess reach you. 

he sat on your living room couch, reviewing his matches for research. sulking, not that he’d admit it.

the itoshi turned his head as he heard the front door open, your voice announcing your arrival as you entered. you move to the living room shortly after, showing your boyfriend what exactly you left him to buy.

“sae, they reminded me of you, so i got them!” you smiled bashfully, handing a bouquet of tulips in front him. they matched his hair color.

the sides of his lips moved upwards slightly as he accepted them, resembling a smile. though, he did mumble something about how it was supposed to be him getting them for you. 

if you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t see the tint of red that marked his cheeks.

he had an even bigger bouquet sent to your office a day later. sae itoshi loses to no one, not even you.

nagi seishiro

the reason nagi had gotten choki was because it was the least annoying plant he could get, it needed minimal care. as a result, they got along well. it’s a very typically-nagi thing.

you were gonna visit his apartment today, and he had attempted to clean it himself, for once. you gave him more energy and motivation to do things- though, he still complained as he swept around.

an hour later, he hears knocks at the door. it’s you, as he expected. what he didn’t expect, was the bouquet of magnolias you held.

“i picked these up as a house gift... is that okay?” you asked.

now, usually, the boy would never go through the trouble of other plants that weren’t his cactus. but since they came from you, the burden of taking care of them was lifted by a considerable amount. 

if it was for you, then he’d do it.

he nods as he lets you in. taking the flowers from you, and putting them in a vase he had tucked away. he murmurs a thanks before nuzzling his head into your neck, his arms following to wrap around your waist.

since you gave him extra work, you wouldn’t mind letting him use you as a pillow, right?

[mmurkoff]

hihi not sure how fond myrielle and aerion are of each other (would love to know more about their dynamic if you are willing to share <3) but they remind me of the “who tf is burning down my kitchen” “making breakfast for my beautiful wife” twitter meme

anon ... i giggled .

as for marriage dynamics well .. i feel like by default any relationship with a guy everyone hates for good reason is going to be a bit strained . but somehow they're both kind of deranged enough to make it work (er.. well... somewhat...).

ive talked very briefly about it in my little myrielle post already but it kind of had to grow into anything beyond hating each other . right when myrielle gets to court she holds a lot of resentment toward him, mainly because he's the second son of a fourth son - not really heir to anything, and even when she's young she wants to aim higher than that with her betrothal. she spends a lot of time pining after the concept of another man that she deems 'better' (valarr, matarys, even daeron etc - the actual people matter less than the fact that they're further up in the succession than aerion) just because she's decided to herself that she deserves more. a little girl playing into the idea of being a wife and centering her whole worldview about that ala really twisted westerosi expectations and societal structures

it's kind of what you'd expect from two very willful very spoiled preteens; a lot of petty squabbles and little disagreements that have them bickering and squabbling and it's a bit of a mess . in time though it breezes over kind of because they both grow up and 'mature' in the sense that they aren't calling each other stupid and pushing each other over in the yard anymore LOL

by the time they're married ... well . it's .... . myrielle is fond of him and finds him handsome and dashing while they're in public and in private he at least treats her well a couple days a week which is enough . i think it's very shallow in the sense that ... i'm not sure if they ever truly know each other fully . myrielle projects her ambitions onto him and steadily heads down her path to making sure he becomes king (after the tourney at ashford meadow and the great spring sickness when things get a little crazy in how many targs are dying off) and aerion projects some idea of the wife he'd imagined himself to want onto her . in my mind he's kind of giving targ man too caught up in the idea of his ancestry and his family traditions given his whole deal with the dragon delusions etc so its lots of hey what if you pretend like you're (targ woman of his choosing) and ill be (her evil husband) and then we'll be a Proper Couple instead of a Fake Arrangement between me (perfect prince) and a lesser non-targ woman . you can see that there might be some issues here .

definitely not good . they hold resentment for each other mutually for a variety of reasons but theres also some deep seated dedication there especially from myrielle . she gets so deep into the thought of the both of them rising further than they're expected to that she in turn essentially drops everything for him and makes a lot of questionable choices and does a lot of questionable things to keep him happy and to assist him in whatever way she thinks he needs . i feel like she gets very caught up in the idea of really feeding into the idea aerion has of their marriage . tries to play into the thought of being more of a targaryen and tries to shift and change herself which never really works because she does treasure her own family and her identity but also because things just don't go the way she wants .

errr. ride or die i guess but it's weirrddddddd . which is funny to say because in practice they both cheat on each other and lie to each other and fight and bicker but they keep going back for more . why...? well.. maybe duty maybe genuine care maybe a third more evil option. me when i go out and cheat on my wife but its okay because i come back and bring her nice gifts and we do our historical targ roleplay which isn't weird at all guys i promise please guys listen its not weird its not w

rubs my chin. a lot of thoughts but i'm bad at putting them into words. i hope this is anything . probably not. one day you'll get something better from me .... .... <3

[mlmmetalhead]

Eddie Munson NSFW headcanons part 3 for fucks sake

Sub!Top!Male reader

Part one

Part two

Part four

God PLEASE I'm so sorry for the anon who requested this, I've accidentally posted this while unfinished, I'm hoping you'll see this.

I'm feeding the whole community at this point istg

Guys I don't think you understand that I'm also RUNNING OUT OF THOUGHTS MY HEAD'S EMPTY AND I'M NOT GETTING ENOUGH BITCHES RN TO HAVE INSPIRATION. I've been thinking on this for like two hours

WOMEN DNI

Did I mention the fact that he's a tease?

The biggest one of them.

Either it's him hinting at what he wants while you two are in public, by grinding up against you, or letting out all sorts of whimpers and moans, seemingly from being tired.

Or randomly stopping while you two are in the moment, looking at you with the biggest cat-like smirk plastered across his face.

"Are we seriously doing this again?"

He nods, licking his lips, slightly grinding his hips into yours, enough to edge you on, but not enough for a release.

"Since we're playing by my rules this time, yes. You know what to do, right, baby? Or do I need to remind you?"

You sigh, rolling your eyes, as the words slip out, as if on command:

"Eddie, please, please, please, ride me already. I want to feel your insides all nice and tight around me, you feel so, soo good."

That seems to fit his liking, as he resumes his pace.

Also, I've been having this thought for a while, but never really remembered to mention it.

He enjoys sucking you off so much, anytime, anywhere, one glance, and he's down on his knees, unbuckling your belt.

When he's in the mood, will use it to, once again, tease you.

But the main thing is, whenever he's slurping on you, as if it's the best popsicle he's ever had, while also grinding into your leg, moaning around your length, his possessive kink almost every time gets the best of him.

So once in a while, he'll come back for air with a loud pop, and as he strokes you, will say, loud and clear:

"You're not allowed to share this with anyone else, okay? This massive thing belongs to me..."

And then he's back down, licking you up like a kitten getting his milk.

Doesn't necessarily fall into the "top" category but still.

Sometimes, you'll find unidentified cassettes at your door, in you bag, etc.

And when you play them...

"Y/N... Y/N, your dick is so big, it feels amazing... Oh my god, I fucking wish you were here right now... I want you so bad.."

You don't even finish the record, as you storm off to Eddie's with a boner.

But, you actually keep all the records in a private box, only for you to use.

God I really don't know what to write, he's a massive brat, you're kinda into that, I'm also into that, happy end.

[doublesunsets]

What kind of partner could you see each member of the Batch ending up with?

First of all, sorry, it took me awhile, we are having a heat wave and I don't have the will to do anything… Also, I don’t know how this ended being not only the kind of partner but how they ended together as well? I hope you don’t mind, Anon.

Hunter

Hunter has such a dad mode imprinted that I cannot see him searching for a partner, he is too focused taking care of the family he already has. So it would have to be something like crossed paths, I’m thinking here like another single parent, whose child Omega is friends with, or someone like a merchant, who always sells him his favourite food and at first he doesn’t notice them, but little by little they get a spot in his heart, “Don’t be ridiculous, Omega, I just like to buy the meilooruns here because they taste better, that’s all”. The first encounters will be more like forced interactions though, because he doesn’t trust easily anymore, Hunter is a slow-burn kind of guy. They will need to be kind and thoughtful, someone who will make him forget about war and the battlefield, also responsible and mature so they can take some burden off his shoulders, and share responsibilities.

Tech

Tech, my beloved. They will have to be someone as curious as him, independent, and who is not afraid to be honest with him, he will appreciate that and also it will make it easier for him to be honest in return. It could be a little rough at first, for sure there will be some bickering, but that’s the way to Tech’s heart, I believe. He likes a challenge, but he doesn’t like being contradicted, so definitely also someone who respects his boundaries. The most important part is that they will have to be someone able to deal with his temper, because he has a temper, we’ve seen it with Wrecker, so someone who’s not afraid of conflict. I see something that starts as platonic, some adventure partner that can keep up with his rapid thinking, and can follow his vision. Maybe a mission goes wrong, and Tech’s plan fails, and this person finds a way to fix the situation. After that, they will earn Tech’s respect, he will start asking their opinion, and showing him his discoveries, and from there is just a matter of time, “I have to admit, you are as half as good as I am, and that’s an extraordinary feat.”

Wrecker

Oh boy, this man just wants to help everyone and be useful. I’m picturing some helpless damsel-in-distress (gender neutral) situation here. Some villager whose house has been destroyed under an attack and Wrecker helps them, and then he realises that they are kind of clumsy and need protection from themselves all the time. “No, no, give me that knife, I’ll cut the potatoes for you”, he will have to learn a little bit of responsibility, but not that much, though, because even if they are someone innocent, and couldn’t even think about saying something mean to anyone, they also like games and pranks, and he will laugh so much with them that he will fall on his bum. In essence, someone happy and joyful, with a nice smile, and Wrecker will love to plant flowers in their garden just to see them smile.

Echo

A freedom fighter. That’s it, that’s the post. Echo could never be with someone who doesn’t share his beliefs, they will have to be a person of action, someone that wants to change the galaxy for the better, or at least try it. But they will have to be someone who remembers to take care of him as well, that’s how he falls in love with them. His partner will know when they both need to rest, because you cannot do good when you are dead. They will remind him to be more careful and to stop and smell the roses, he needs someone to live for, not only to die for. I want that for him. Maybe when they both are in an outpost, after an extraction mission, they will stop and get him some scarf, “because the space is cold, Echo, you cannot save people if you are shivering” and later on the ship Echo will notice that he feels warmer, yes, but it has nothing to do with the scarf.

Crosshair

Oh my little gremlin of a man. His partner will need to be some no-bullshit-allowed because if not, there is no way they are getting through all those layers of ego and self-doubt, wrapped inside that skinny ass. Isn’t he a treat? He needs to be chosen, I think he needs to feel like someone needs him, so it has to be someone who actively searches for him, over and over again until it penetrates on that stubborn brain of his that he is loved. Someone stubborn, someone who likes a challenge. It will start with him being annoyed when they bring him gifts, like, “look I saw these cookies at the market and thought of you” and Crosshair will just scoff. But then one day, this person doesn’t buy him cookies but they buy Tech some chips, and he will be like “where are my cookies?”, and then without saying anything, they will go back to the market and bring him the cookies, “should have told me you like them that much, pretty boy”, and now he is never getting rid of them (he secretly loves it).