#but they're actually very soft and needy for attention and love

[denwritesandcries]

Hold to my Hand – H.C

Pairing: loser!hazel x fem!reader

Summary: You might be a little – completely – obsessed with your girlfriend's hands and apparently she enjoys that a lot.

Word count: 2,3k.

Content: cursing, fluff, kisses, slight jealousy, hazel being a loser AND a mess, soft gfs.

Note: So… women, right? Women with rings and cold hands… right?

English is not my first language.

“Babe, stop that!”

“What?” You said, “I’m not doing anything.”

But you were.

You were sprawled out on your girlfriend Hazel's bed, a book from your English class abandoned in front of you while your girlfriend had a laptop open on her lap, the cute look of concentration from before replaced by red cheeks and nervousness at your actions.

It was no big deal, actually, your girlfriend was simply very easy to flustreat; you had one of her hands in yours, leaving feather-light kisses along her calloused, ring-covered fingers, sending goosebumps across her cold skin.

“You’re distracting me.” She whines, looking away to a random spot in the room, “I can’t type like this.”

You huff, climbing higher on the bed to be at her height, keeping your grip on her hand and glancing at the laptop screen.

“Boxing and wrestling techniques?” you read, letting your head fall to rest on her shoulder, “Will you really gonna start a fight club with Josie and PJ?”

Hazel immediately perks up, telling you all about the idea that she and the girls had at lunch – you're sure 80% of it must have come from PJ, but you don't have the courage to interrupt her – and how they're going to get along and have fun with this and Hazel will teach everyone self defense techniques. She looks so much like a happy puppy that it warms your heart.

Unfortunately, you can't give her full attention to the conversation, being too involved in the way she gestures to process anything else.

Okay, maybe you're a little – just a little – obsessed with your girlfriend's hands.

“...You sure you don't want to?”

“Huh?”

Hazel's voice snaps you out of your reverie and she's staring at you with bright, expectant blue eyes.

“Are you sure you don't want to join?” She repeats.

“Hm-hm,” you mumble.

“Please?” She asks softly, “For me?”

You look away from her, because there's no way to deny anything if you're looking at that needy dog face, and you keep yourself looking at the old judo and jiu-jitsu trophies that she keeps on the shelves in the big room.

She really wants you to be part of this, but you know PJ and Josie are probably only doing it because they want to fuck someone and Hazel because she wants to make more friends, but the most you'd get from this club would be a broken nose or tooth, so no, thanks.

“I can come to see you at meetings and give you moral support, love.”

It's not exactly what she wanted, but you know you won. Hazel completely softens the moment you call her love, every single time.

Hazel lets out a long dramatic sigh, giving up her laptop and turning to wrap her arms around you, burying her face in your neck.

“Fine, but you’ll definitely change your mind when the club finally starts!” She declares.

You scoff, sinking into her touch when you feel her hands spread on your hips beneath your shirt comfortably.

“Do you really want to get into this with those two, Haze?” Your question breaks the established silence, somewhat uncertain.

Your girlfriend unfortunately had a tendency to not notice or just not stand up for herself when someone was mean to her and PJ and Josie weren't exactly known for being gentle with people, so Hazel running something with them made you quite apprehensive. Of course, you wouldn't do anything to change her mind since it was something she really seemed to want to do, but a little caution wouldn't hurt.

“Oh, they know what they're doing, babe.” She squeezes you a little tighter, “They were in juvie!”

You laugh: “No, they weren't.”

“Still.”

You keep your word and start attending all the fight club meetings – under PJ's complaints that you're not really doing anything –, busying yourself with cheering Hazel on during her turns and talking to Mr.G about any nonsense stuff that he wants to speak in the stands. It's actually quite fun, but you don't change your mind about the fighting part.

You start bringing water bottles as a treat to the girls while you're there and take on the role of tending to all of Hazel's injuries when it's all over – which is a lot, since they don't really seem to know what they're doing in the moment –, you find yourself being very good at it and probably would have become the whole group personal nurse if it weren't for the possessive look in bright blue eyes and the sad pout on Hazel's face when she watched you wipe the blood from a cut on Brittany's cheek and put on one of the cute little band-aids that were supposed to be only for her one day.

Besides all that, the most important thing is that you have a free pass to admire your girlfriend as much as you want and she looks great kicking ass and throwing punches. Especially throwing punches.

In your defense, the obsession with your girlfriend's hands, your girlfriend’s touch, is actually justified. The thing is, you never had many friends since you came to this weird school and neither did Hazel, so when you got together everything in your relationship was a little new; you found yourself suddenly starving for contact.

Holding hands, playing with the rings on her fingers, pats on the shoulders, arms around the body, hugs, caresses. It was simply impossible not to be aware of every little touch that Hazel gives you, even less impossible not to melt with them.

So yes, maybe you liked it a little too much when Hazel came to you asking to bandage her bruised knuckles just because it gave you the chance to touch her as much as you wanted, like now, at home.

“Ouch!”

“Stop moving, Haze,” you complain as you apply the antiseptic to her, “This will only make it worse.”

“But it hurts.” Hazel whimpers, pulling her injured hand to her chest protectively.

She's sitting on the bathroom sink, which probably wasn't very safe, but it was the best way for you to treat her and also where the first aid kit you were using was kept.

Today's fight seems to have been a little more serious than usual because Hazel's dominant hand is hurt. Like really hurt, with purple bruises already forming over the torn skin, so your spare band-aids weren't enough to take care of it. Now, if she would just let you handle it properly.

“That's bad. You're lucky it didn't break.” You say, taking her hand more gently to examine it, “Damn, what did that blue-haired girl do to you to make this happen?”

Hazel stays quiet, suddenly embarrassed and looking at anything else as you wrap a clean bandage around the wound.

"Then?" You press.

Hazel mumbles something slurred and unintelligible and you frown, not knowing what could have made her so embarrassed. With how easily that happens tho, you didn't have a good guess.

“I heard her talking to some girls before the meeting today.” She pauses, “Talking about you.”

“Oh.” You say, trying to pull away a little so you can look her in the eyes, but Hazel closes her legs around your waist so you can’t move, “Saying bad things?”

She shakes her head and swallows, her blush deepening.

“She said that she likes it when you come to see us,” her good hand grabs the front of your shirt, “Said she wanted to ask you out.”

“Oh, Haze—” You begin.

“She knew we were dating. She knew. But she kept talking about it and I— I got mad, so I hit her.”

Hazel says it all quickly as if it were a single sentence, but you understand anyway; she is nervous, keeping her eyes closed and looking down. She was jealous, still is, but she's also scared of what you'll think of her for it.

Screw it, you think. It's a fight club, people are going to get hurt sometimes. Now it's time to comfort your girlfriend.

“You beat the shit out of a girl for me?” You say, taking the bandaged hand gently and bringing it to your lips, “That’s hot.”

Hazel's face is so red it glows, “Babe,” she squeals.

"What?" You tease, leaving smacking kisses from fist to wrist, “She should know better than to say things like that for you to hear, how rude.”

Hazel’s pupils are dilated when her eyes meet yours, “You’re serious?”

“Hmm.” You hum, leaving a mark of lip gloss on her skin, “Like I would leave the best girlfriend in the world for someone else like that.”

She squirms in your grip, swallowing hard and trying to keep from stuttering and you can't help the giggle that escapes as you notice a shiver run through her.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” she whines.

“I’m not,” you shrug, innocently.“I’m just kissing it better.”

You think Hazel never really realized the effect her touch has on you until one day at the library.

There's no club meeting today, so when you make your way to the library after your last class, your girlfriend follows along beside you excitedly, rambling about her day and waving your hands together as you walk down the halls.

You had to study for a history test, so you find a table in the back where you like to stay while Hazel looks for a book nearby to entertain herself.

You just spend less than an hour focusing on memorizing dates and names your teacher sent to the next test before your ears pick up the clink of Hazel's rings against the antique wood of the table.

Your gaze shifts away without even realizing it, focusing on Hazel's drumming and immersed expression.

“Have any of your rings ever fallen off?” You ask with sudden curiosity, even after months together this had never occurred to you.

“Huh?” She lifts her head, “Oh, yes. Lots of them.”

Hazel stops for a moment to check it and adjust some looseness and you gently take the hand with the ring you gave her, running your thumb over the silly little smiley face plastered on it.

“I never take that one off,” she smiles.

“I noticed,” you laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up. “You might end up breaking your finger over this, you know? Or someone’s nose.”

“I was trying to be romantic,” Hazel snorts.

“Sorry, love,” you lean across the table closer to her, looking between the plastic ring. “I just gave that to you as a silly joke.”

Hazel tilts her head, that confused and bit sad puppy expression back on her face.

“Yeah?”

You nod, “One day I’ll give you a real one, with a real gem." You can feel Hazel staring at you, her jaw is probably dropped, but you settle for shaking her hand, “A blue one. Will suit you.”

“You think so?” She sighs.

“Of course,” you find yourself saying. “I’ll give you the most beautiful one, the first one everyone will notice when they look at you.”

You look up to find Hazel. Just Hazel. With soft eyes, bright smile and hands full of rings.

There were moments – moments like this – when it felt like there were only the two of you in the world, when you couldn't see or feel anything but Hazel and you drowned in her completely.

Taking a deep breath, she leans over the table, hand letting go of yours to slide down your arm. You swear your skin crawls.

“Babe?” Hazel calls; you notice how she keeps her voice low for fear of ruining the moment, even though she's so clearly nervous.

You open your mouth and nothing comes out, the touch on your skin is cold but it feels like it's burning you from the inside out. What did you come here to do in the first place?

Hazel leans back under the forgotten book and you grab her wrist when she moves to keep her close.

“I— I would like that,” she says, eyes wide and face flushed, “Sounds good, I mean.”

"You deserve it. You deserve this and more, love,” You’re not really sure what ‘more’ is, especially for someone who can buy anything they want like Hazel. Maybe it’s all she wanted, all you could offer her; maybe it’s just you.

Hazel squeezes your hand, leaning in closer and running her thumb over your knuckles so gently that the noise you make is embarrassing. You think she's going to kiss you and maybe she would have, if it weren't for the angry shush! coming from the librarian near the bookshelves next to you two.

She only mentions it days later, when you're back in her bed, curled up in a familiar way while Hazel scrolls through her phone.

Her fingers are running through your hair, almost lulling you to sleep and you feel like you could do the same as the cat at the foot of the bed and melt into a purring puddle under her touch.

“You have a thing for my hands." She comments out of nowhere, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere, a giggle in her tone.

“What?” You ask confused, using your arms to lean against her chest, “I do not.”

You know it's not true, but denying it is better than admitting something like that. Hazel gives you a look; she knows you better than that.

“But you do.” Hazel turns you in her arms and you let out a surprised squeak at the action when she finds yourself on top of you.

You shake your head, refusing to give in, but she runs her cold hands under your shirt, resting on the warm skin of your belly – this seems to be one of her favorite things to do.

“Jeez!” You hiss, “How can you be so cold all the time? You’re like a lizard.”

“Oh, I love lizards!”

“Haze!”

You squirm in her grip, but Hazel holds firm, an unusual confidence behind her actions.

“Admit it,” she asks with a smirk. “You have a thing for my hands.”

“I have a thing for you.”

The cocky little smile she has every time she touches you for the next week is totally worth it – and it's also totally kissable.

[7ndipity]

Dating Yoongi headcanons

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: swearing, lil suggestive, not proofread.

A/N: Alright, if we're gonna do this series, then it's time we talk about my ult. The man, the myth, the meow meow(I'm sorry Yoongi)

(Also, I'm already planning a pt.2 for this series that's more on the crack side, so if anyone wants to send me headcanons for the members to possibly be included in future lists?)

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Yoongi is comfortable.

So soft for you, I can't even begin. Like, I don't understand how people ever think he's cold, he is the epitome of soft boi.

Blushes when you complement or brag on him.

Turns into a scrunched up, spluttering mess if you call him cute(we love our tsundere).

Very cautious at first with his feelings, but once he feels comfortable enough to open up, he's very straight forward.

To call it dating is a bit generous though. Like, y'all immediately go from 'kinda dating' to 'married-but-not-married'.

Tells you he loves you for the first time in one of those long ass, 3am texts like he sends to the members.

Random,(half-)joking proposals(Marry me, Yoongi uno reverse card!)

"What kind of ramen do you want?" "Marry me." "Both it is."

So many songs about you, but you will not know until they're released(or he makes them into a playlist/mixtape for your birthday or anniversary)

Actually really hesitant about letting you in his studio(sorry fellow writers). He just prefers to have a level of separation between his work and you.

Dates are usually pretty chill(except for special occasions or when he wants to flex and rents out a whole fucking skating rink for y'all or smth)

Another who lives for domestic activities with you, like cooking together or even just grocery shopping. Idk, he just likes getting to be with you.

Probably would love going camping with you in one of those little camper vans.

Likes to teach you things?

I mean, he won't want to be your full time teacher, but if you show an interest in smth like piano or producing, he'll get a kick out of teaching you the basics.(let him teach you about basketball, he'll lose his gd mind)

Not big on nicknames(big shock🙄). Like, you have a perfectly good name, why not just fucking use it? Also calls you 'Jagi', but that's if he's feeling particularly soft or needy.

Acts of service King.

Have you eaten? He's making food. Are you cold? Makes you take his jacket. His top priority is making sure you're taken care of.

Gets lowkey jealous of Holly getting too much of your attention. "Yah, are you dating me or my dog?!"

Sass and bickering are basically a second language for you two.

Subtle about pda. If he's not holding your hand, he has to have one resting on your back.

SOMEONE HOLD HIS FUCKING HAND FOR THE LOVE OF-(sorry, I'm calm)

Not always vocal about wanting physical affection, but when he is, he's lowkey dramatic.

*laying on the couch*"If you don't kiss me, I'm gonna die." *kiss* "Better?" "Hmm, still in critical condition. Keep going."

Another who gets more than a little enjoyment in winding you up into a flustered mess, and is smug about it(again, shocking no one, I'm sure)

Slow, lingering kisses as he holds onto you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

Gets really quiet if you fight(and sulks), but is usually the first to apologize because he absolutely cannot stand y'all being mad at each other.

Holds you to go to sleep.

"Marry me." "M'kay."

Okay, that's enough delulu for right now, Imma go cry.

[greenandsorrow]

~Her man child~

Headcanons 📺

Vox is the definition of a manchild and I think it's kinda obvious.

He's the mean kind, acting with so much spite, sometimes without it being necessary or justified.

He NEEDS to be taken seriously. He tries so hard, blurring the lines between respect, fear and tolerance.

But when you two are alone... the telly-head man is a whiny boy.

He complains like it's a form of art. You can't help but roll your eyes playfully when he lets out a too loud sigh, but after doing so you're always ready to give him all the reassurance and attention he desperately craves.

Your man prefers being the little spoon. He's like a lap cat.

If anyone finds out about his cuddly nature, he's gonna die a second time...

Vox feels the need to constantly prove himself to Velvette and Valentino, but with you he feels safe. He can be overly emotional. And weak. And needy.

Very needy.

If you're not somewhere behind the camera admiring him and boosting his confidence, his day is ruined.

Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.

In the mornings he doesn't even turn on his screen... settling for the protection setting instead.

You have to be patient with him.

Bring him a steaming cup of coffee and hug him from behind and he might as well start giggling like a schoolgirl.

He's too sensitive for harsh jokes. Being in Hell means ONLY dark and cruel humour, but Vox can't take it sometimes.

His ego is fragile.

In order to feel loved, Vox has to be showered in extravagant compliments on a daily basis. Whether it's about his appearance, his job, his amazing and very interesting personality... He needs them.

When you tell him he's better than the radio demon.... he literally gets rock hard.

Vox is in a constant dilemma between showing you off for all Pentagram City to know you're his, or keeping you secret.

It's the same as a boy with his favourite toy. If other kids see his toy, he's gonna have to share.

What if someone steals his favourite toy?! Or even worse... BREAK IT?!

That being said, he doesn't objectify you, but he's terrible at showing affection or appreciation.

He's gonna be there for you, help you with anything you need, laugh with you, spend quality time with you. Still, deep communication is a difficult subject for him.

Thank god you're observant enough to catch all the messages he tries to pass to you.

Such an attention seeker though.

Have you ever seen a six year old trying to impress his crush?

Just look at Vox trying to woo you. It's the same thing.

But he's not that bad... His self-esteem is an obstacle alright, but he becomes a rug for you to step on and use as you wish most of the time.

Vox would definitely go out of his way if you asked something from him. You're his rock. It's the least he can do.

The guy even whimpers in his sleep.

Vox loves to fill his hands with your thighs when it's bed time. They're warm and soothing to him, like stress toys. Being a walking television has its disadvantages temperature wise.

He would bend you over and take you in front of a mirror so he could see himself while at it, but he hasn't done so yet. He wants to ask you beforehand and make sure it won't make you feel weird.

Vox is easy to rile up. A breathy compliment and a squeeze of his thigh and he's more than ready to go.

He doesn't actually feel dominant, but he tries to act like it. This Vee member has the stereotype man = dominance engraved in his subconsciousness and so he fights to live up to it.

But between you and me... Treat him like an inexperienced and innocent boy and he'll be crying out in pleasure.

Aka... be a femdom. Even a soft one. You won't even have to try that much.

Another thing. Vox is loud. (Like his name implies 🫣)

He also pants a lot. Almost like he's hyperventilating.

Unlike Alastor, this man is very insecure about both his performance and... size.

I'm not saying he's lacking in either though. It's just how his mind works. Always comparing himself to his opponents and in this case, his opponents are other men that could perhaps satisfy you more thoroughly than him.

Allow me to say that he fucks in an anxious way. Hands shaking and his mantra "Does that feel good to you darling?"

You just need to praise him a little. (A lot)

He doesn't last that long but he'll be sure to rub your clit so you don't either.

When it gets too real, he tears up at the end, like a baby that's holding back from crying. But you're there to hold him until he calms down.

He's usually too tired (and still nervous) afterwards for proper aftercare. Vox likes to be babied though. It's more personal attention after all.

Oh to be cleaned up and tucked to bed! Only then will he feel comfortable enough to run his fingers through your hair and mumble a faint thank you.

Vox's head has a bit of an awkward shape for cunnilingus. However, he has a surprisingly long tongue that can reach more than enough to have you moaning out how good of a boy he's being.

He usually cums in his pants while eating you out.

And when you return the favour it's usually to relieve his stress at work. He feels like a teenager when you do it. It's an act of service, really.

He low-key fucks your face, not enough to choke you but you do gag around him. It makes him feel in control. It makes him feel like a man.

To sum up, Vox is a bit dependent on you and on your validation, but he would never hurt you or become too overbearing.

He's needy, but not stupid.

He is the definition of a manchild and I think I proved my point.

But he's your manchild sis!

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[rogueddie]

Eddie is high. He isn't sure he's ever been as high as he currently is, though he just wants to get even more high.

The stress of the Upside Down, being charged for murder, almost dying, being arrested only to be released because he isn't being charged for muder, everyone still thinking he's a murderer, but with the added twist of thinking he caused the earthquake/Vecna opening the gates, having to go back to fight Vecna again…

Eddie hasn't been able to relax at all, which is why he's currently getting stoned out of his mind. He's pointedly ignoring the concern Steve has been aiming at him, trying to act like he can't hear him when he repeatedly asks if it's safe for Eddie to be having that much, or mixing what he is.

He risks glancing over at him. He ends up staring. Which isn't surprising, Steve has always been magnetic to Eddie. He currently sees no reason to pretend like he isn't staring though, offering a smile when Steve catches him. Eddie smiles wider when Steve blushes. It's sweet, a pretty look on him.

He's reaching out without meaning too, surprising himself when he spots his hand brushing Steves cheek. His skin is smoother than he expected. Steve looks frozen, confused. But Eddie has already started touching him, doesn't see any reason to stop now.

"You're really pretty," Eddies voice is hushed.

His fingers trace the growing pink on his cheeks, following the blush up his cheekbones until he's cupping his cheek. Gently rubs his thumb across his cheek, feeling the warmth. It matches the lovely warmth in his chest.

"So, so… so pretty. Pretty boy." Eddie moves his hands to his hair, gently brushing his fingers through it so he doesn't mess it up. It looks great, it's soft, losing none of its bounce under the attention. "You're perfect, huh. Perfect, pretty boy."

"Ok," Steve clears his throat. "You've definitely had enough. I thought you had a better tolerance than this."

"Nooo," Eddie whines when Steve gets up, starts putting his weed and shit back where he'd pulled it out from, packing it up neatly.

"Stevie, come back, I was having a moment."

Steve barks out a laugh, looking round at him with a raised eyebrow. "Sure, yeah, you were."

"Please come back?" Eddie gives him best attempt at puppy dog eyes, tilting his head a little and outstretching his arms, making grabby hands at him. "I jus' wanna cuddle."

Steve sighs, trying to act like it's a chore. But, as soon as he's within range, Eddie grabs him and yanks him down. He yelps, landing half in Eddies lap, flushing. Eddie just wraps his arms around him, humming happily, gently rubbing Steves back.

"Needy," Steve mutters. He doesn't sound as angry as he aims for and, even if he did, it's immediately undermined by how he relaxes. How he curls up more against Eddie, tucking his face into his neck.

"This is nice," Eddie smiles. "We should do this more."

"What, cuddle?"

"Noooo, hang out! You're like, super cool now, Stevie. Not like high school, like actually cool. It's so great to- to, like, see that!"

"Thanks Eddie."

They stay like that for the rest of the night- even when Steve gets up to put a movie on, goes straight back to that spot and lets Eddie pull him back down. He just hopes that Eddie doesn't regret being so physically affectionate once he sobers up.

But, when morning does come, Eddie flushes when he realizes that they're still curled up together on the couch. That they'd fallen asleep like that and, not only have they ended up more tangled up together, but Steve has somehow ended up completely on top of him.

When Steve yawns, lifts his head, he beams at him. He looks so bright and happy. It makes Eddies heart skip a beat, both with the almost painful amount of affection but also with hope- that maybe Steve, at the very least, wants to be close friends.

Although, Eddie slowly realizes, that doesn't explain the blush. He's seen people drape themselves all over Steve and he never blushes or get embarrassed. Maybe there is hope after all.

[lillianschaos]

Rendog headcanons

- he always wears sunglasses because they're actually corrective lenses both for his nearsightedness and his red-green colorblindness

- When Ren is bored he will dye the end his tail because he can ,,, usually red

- He can interact with dogs and taught Doc and martyn some noises to also interact with dogs/himself

- After basing with Doc, Ren learnt loads of german swears and will randomly say them when he's frustrated

- If you throw a stick, he will chase it

- The reason why Ren is so attached to Doc is secretly that. Ren is a sheep herding dog. Doc is... part goat. He got kind of confused. He constantly tries to herd Doc

- Ren is allergic to tomato. Not super severely but it's annoying (( when the server threw tomato's at ren when he was king, they were fake ))

- Ren can't eat too much of the foods that dogs can't eat without getting a stomach ache. For things like garlic and onions it isn't enough to make his stomach upset. But chocolate. Any time someone makes something like a chocolate cake or cookies, it is not uncommon to find him curled up on the floor

- Ren has noise cancelling headphones from Doc ,,, i totally think Ren hid this until Doc found out and gave Ren the noise canceling headphones

- Ren has those chewy necklace because he constantly has the urge to bite things

- Ren stims alot like running in circles, pawing at soft things and rolling onto his back

- He once had fleas,,, the hermits and ren love to make fun of this loads

- When Ren first joined, people kept stepping on his tail which made Ren uncomfortable

- Ren is a very needy person and loves attention so when he based with doc, he used to mess with his redstone to get attention ((doc didnt mind too much and adjusted))

[lostinvasileios]

It's actually a little overwhelming (in a good sense) being loved by a god. Their love is so pure, it's so strong and it's so -- much to feel, for lack of better words.

Deities, they know our souls. They know how to love us, and sometimes that can be frightening to know. Or, it was for me at first, haha. But, the fear always goes away whenever I'm experiencing it. Whenever I'm draped in their love.

Gentle caresses from my gods, kisses and whispered words of adoration. The burning sensations of their presence or the soft, sweet smelling reminders of how they're around. It's all so much but so perfect at the same time.

These beautiful creatures who I never imagined would once love me, and certainly not this much, have completely transformed me throughout our time together and showed me how my hands were not broken yet flowers could grow from my palms.

They showed me what it feels like to be actually loved. Nothing like I had ever imagined or experienced. Nothing like I ever could grasp. It was horrifying at first. But there's something beautiful when fear turns into acceptance and a mutual doting relationship.

I always feared that my way of love was too much if I could ever even show or feel it. I feared I was needy, that I wasn't even capable of loving for years. I feared I was absolutely undesirable, partner or not. Me being aromantic and asexual didn't help with that either. I assumed, I was cursed by something. I never knew what, but something just had a hatred for me so deep, that they took away the ability to feel what I had craved to feel and experience my entire life.

I thought I was so, entirely broken. I wish I was exaggerating.

I spent nights, endless hours, crying until I couldn't breathe. Feeling absolutely in the lowest of ruts. I hated myself. I hated existing in a world where everyone could feel love and experience something similar to fairytales while all I got was betrayals and a shattered emotional system.

I forced myself to love, to try and love people who never saw my heart, yet what laid in front. I forced myself to accept the attention I got from my past just to feel what I thought was love. It only... Ended up in more conflicting emotions, however.

I thought it was pointless. Absolutely meaningless for me to ever have a hope of feeling love. I went through many, many trials with the way I saw how love "should" be portrayed.

It was... A really rough time going through all of that.

Eventually, I felt very sensitive. Extremely. I found out that's just - you know - how I am. I'm a very vulnerable lover. I'm very in touch with my emotions. My intense emotions. I hated that for a long time. I thought it was better to be numb than to have the passionate emotions I do.

And... Now, if I'm going to be honest, I love how emotional I am. I've grown to be in awe of myself for that. For how poetically in love I can get. How many tears I can cry and how much my heart can expand for my deities. I couldn't be where I am now without Apollon mostly, to be real.

Apollon saw all my pain, he heard all of my cries and he handled all of my "no, no, you're just saying that" mood swings whenever he would say something sweet to me. And he never gave up on me. It makes me tear up thinking about how extremely gentle he is with me. Especially during times where he knows I can be quite harmful to myself.

How he can listen to all of my fears and give me nothing but kisses and words of safety instead of scolding and insults like I expected. Apollon knew I was so very afraid of love, of touch, of trust, of everything, basically. And he took every step in his power to help me. To guide me to a place of confidence, of security and healing. He gave me hope. He gave me a reason to live and quit my bad habits. A sight to the beauty in myself and my life.

He held me tenderly when I was bawling, he talked me through my attacks, he kissed my stinging face when I calmed down. He helped me in ways I never even wanted to think about, because of how badly those areas hurt to consider fixing up. He patched my wounds for me and sealed them with a kiss.

Being loved by my deities saved my life. It changed my life. It was so confusing at first. So, so scary to think about. To reach out, to accept a calling, to accept my authentic self.

For a while I kept thinking "what did I do to deserve you/this?"

And each time...

Apollon would respond:

"You always deserved this. You were born worthy of this and much more, my dear. Your soul says it all. You radiate this. You radiate love."

[justafoxkit]

Tfp Agere Headcanons

Team Prime edition!🤖

Optimus Prime:

❤️ Toddler regressor! Ironically he regresses to the youngest age of all of them.

❤️Started regressing before the war, as a way to cope with stress.

❤️ Absolutely clingy baby, a CG has to be in his line of sight at all times, or he WILL lose it.

❤️ Sometimes when he's little, OP forgets how tall he actually is. As a result, he often bumps his head on things, and will usually run to whoever's closest for comfort.

❤️Still has his white blanket and blue cat plush Ratchet gave him when they were teens and learning to navigate the CG/little relationship. The cat's name is Nova.

❤️When he comes out of littlespace, OP is always so embarrassed about how needy he is as a little, but his family absolutely adores it. They wouldn't trade their clingy baby for anything.

Ratchet:

🚑Caregiver! Initially only took care of Optimus, but when others on his team came out as regressors, of course he had to step in! What kind of CMO would he be if he didn't take care of his team's needs?

🚑He genuinely loves being a caregiver; so much of his job is high-risk, it's nice for the biggest problem to be that someone's comfort item is missing, or that someone needs a cuddle session. It's as much stress relief for him as it is for them.

🚑Often lets the little ones cling to him; Ratchet can often be seen with a smaller bot hanging on his back like a koala.

🚑Sooo protective. Can and will hoist a little one into his arms to keep them from harm. June called him a Mama bear once, and Miko refuses to let him live it down.

🚑 He's often bad with feelings, but tries his absolute best to understand and validate his little ones.

Ultra Magnus:

🔨 preteen regressor! He's in a smaller headspace, but still independent.

🔨Hates being doted on, in typical preteen fashion grumbles when Ratchet reminds him that no one regressed is allowed to go on patrol alone.

🔨 He's one of those teen regressors that pretends not to want to help with the smaller ones, but when no one's looking he hovers protectively nearby. Ratchet and the other CG's pretend not to notice.

🔨Kid loves tool sets, Ratchet built him one that he can hammer fake nails onto and saw on stuff(all fake, mind you. Wouldn't want him to hurt himself on accident)

🔨Magnus absolutely refuses to talk about his kidspace when not regressed, he's very insecure about it.

Arcee:

🐈Kitten regressor! Started regressing after Tailgate died, Cliff used to be her CG. She stopped for awhile, and it took her realizing that Jack wasn't going to abandon her for Arcee to become more comfortable starting again.

🐈Loves, loves, loves plushies!! Arcee adores the huge stuffies that are super soft, and soft things in general.

🐈Can and will spend as much time as possible in someone's arms. She loves attention and affection.

🐈She and OP get along like a house on fire usually, but look out when they're both little. Arcee is the only one who can make OP truly embrace the erratic energy that comes from toddlerhood.

🐈The only time she's ever unhappy in petspace is when she regresses because of a bad or stressful situation. Then she either wants to be left alone, or she never wants you to leave.

Bumblebee:

🐝 Middle Regressor! Younger than Ultra Magnus, but older than Optimus.

🐝Kind of a big brother regressor, Bee loves playing with the other regressors, and helps where he can.

🐝Bee is prone to a lot of meltdowns while regressed; poor baby has so much trauma in his little head. One of the CG's is always there to cuddle and comfort him though.

🐝 Actually saved a lot of toys from his childhood, and he's more than happy to share with the other little ones.

🐝Lots of baby talk! He's a very chatty little guy, and will often stick to Ratchet's side to chatter away. The medic happily listens.

Smokescreen:

Puppy regressor!

🐕Hoo boy, the energy on this pup! He regresses as a way to destress, and loves it!

🐕 Smokescreen loves chew toys! He chews as a nervous tick, so chewable toys are a must.

🐕He will absolutely run through a mud puddle, with no regard for cleanliness. Then whine and fuss when he gets a bath.

🐕When he finally does run out of steam, surprisingly the person he goes to is Ultra Magnus. They have a sort of 'boy and his dog' relationship when small, and the caregivers find it adorable. His energy helps Magnus come out of his shell.

🐕 Nonverbal when in petspace, but he will yip and paw at someone to get their attention. He has a hard time asking for help or something he needs, but he gets better slowly.

🐕Uses his alt mode to race around base(basically a bot version of zoomies!)

Bulkhead:

⛰️Caregiver!

⛰️Soft boi, soft boi, soft boi! He's the type of guy who freaks at the sight of a little one.

⛰️ Definitely coos and babbles right back at them("Ooh, I've got a chatty baby here, huh?")

⛰️ Bulkhead was initially Wheeljack's caregiver, but now he and the other CG's tag team to care for all the little ones.

⛰️ Absolute cuddle king! No matter how fussy, or weepy, or hyper a little or pet is, put them in Bulk's arms and they're out in minutes.

⛰️He's the type of CG to ask his little questions like 'how many of those do you see?' or, 'what color is that?' He's very interactive with his little ones.

Wheeljack:

🐺Flip!wolf regressor lean!

🐺When a CG, loves to hear his little ones babble! He'll nod along, pretending he understands the slurred words and baby talk.

🐺As a regressor, think guard dog. Absolutely will not let anyone hurt his littles. If someone made them upset, you better believe it'd take everything in him to keep from biting.

🐺A chaotic goblin in and out of petspace. He's just not allowed to use his bombs when small. No matter how much he whines and whimpers.

🐺Will growl at you, but give him pats and you've won his heart. A big soft pup at heart.

Nicknames:

❤️: Little Boss, Pax, Honeybun(only June calls him that), Baby, Little one.

🚑:Mama bear, Chee, Doc.

🔨:Kiddo, kid(not a fan of nicknames).

🐈:Kitty(OP calls her that when little), KitKat, Ceecee, Putty Tat(courtesy of Jack).

🐝:Babybee, Little Bee, Honeycomb, Squeaker.

🐕:Pup, puppy, McQueen (Miko's nickname for him), Lil Pup.

⛰️:Bulk, Papa.

🐺: Wolfie, Chomper, Jackie, Little Puppy.

Humans next, hope you enjoyed these!

[justjams2003]

Sweet Savagery- 8

Paring: Dark!Thor Odinson x Slave!Reader

Summary: All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

Warnings: Death of loved ones, violence, nightmares, non-con, p in v, degradation. Tell me if I missed any.

Word count: 1.9k+, Unedited

1st Divider by: @firefly-graphics

2nd Divider by: @cafekitsune

Tag list: @torossosebs @steverogersistheguy

~Masterlist~

Part 7~Part 9

"Fuck, pretty girl, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you?" Thor whispers in your ear, his hands grab you by the waist and slot his groin against your bottom.

His whole naked front is pressed up tight against your back. His arms force you further into the stone of the balcony's edge. For once, you actually woke up before Thor. Or perhaps he waited for you? After all his sleep is few and far between.  

His kisses are sloppy against your ear and you're sure another night slip will be ruined. "Who's pretty little slut are you?" He mutters, you can feel his hard cock against your back. Rubbing it up and down, you can't help but arch your back in the hope of any sort of attention. "I'm yours," you mutter, leaning into his touch. Baring your neck for him, in hopes he'll kiss you more.  

His hot fingers gently lift your night dress over your bottom. "Just look at that. Dripping and wet. Fuck baby, you're eating good." He whispers, and you can feel his cock rub against his folds. You bite your lip, suppressing a moan, the village people are already up and about. And your balcony is very much in view.  

His hands strangle their way into your night dress. Cupping your body in his large hands. The parts of your body that make you soft, and feminine, he holds in his brute hands.

Claiming the beauty of his future queen with black and blue bruises. On your hips, on your shoulders, all from a very busy night before. Now they're accompanied by bright red love bites.  

Bracing himself on the balcony, he shoved himself deep inside you. A moan escapes your mouth, shocked by it you cover your mouth with your hand. Thor growls in your ear. He then takes both your hands and locks them behind your back. Unable to hold yourself up, you buckle against his body. His large chest fits the mould of your body perfectly.  

"Let them hear what a slut you are. Let them hear how happy your king makes you." He grumbled into your ear, increasing his pace. Your face is scrunched up, savouring every pump, every touch, and every kiss.

Some of the peasants have noticed, but his cock is heaven and you don't care if people hear. The whole world could hear at this point, as long as he continues to fuck you like he's doing now.  

It doesn't take long for you to reach your finish. And when the knot in your stomach forces your walls to pull Thor tighter, he too unravels. The hot and heavy cum coats your walls. "We'll have an heir in no time," he mutters into your ear, riding out his high. You give a breathy chuckle at this, imagine that. You round with your master's seed, fucked out and needy to be held.  

And when your hot bodies are pressed together, sticky with sweat and no longer shivering from the cold, Thor speaks up. "We're departing for England today. You're coming." He commands, not leaving space for argument. Not that you would argue, if he believes it's right then so it is.  

The men outside rowing, chant. Screaming out rhythms in a language you do not understand. Heavy boot steps echo through your cabin. The boat sways wildly left and then aggressively right.

You feel lightheaded. Boats haven't bothered you before, but before you hadn't gone through such a big storm. The wind whips around angrily, you can hear the way the boat creaks and groans.  

The door swings open, the rain pouring in just for a moment. Until, a very wet, Thor enters and closes the door again. You're sat on the bed, shivering and trying to keep the bile from your throat. Like always, Thor knows exactly how you feel. "Not used to a boat, little dove?" He asks, chuckling as he shrugs off his wet coat.  

You can only shake your head. "C'mere." He holds open his arms, and like before you can't refuse crawling into them. And when he does, you instantly feel better. His warm comfort stops the shivering. His sturdy self-grounds you. As if he himself is a rock in the busy storm, a sturdy piece of ground to ease your stomach and your mind.  

Thor sits down by the little desk; the chair groans from his size. “I had planned on teaching you to read during this trip. At least just a little English, but it seems my poor little girl doesn’t handle boats well.” He mutters, holding your waist as close as he can to his warm body.

“And it seems, she and the cold don’t mix either.” He chuckles as you snuggle in closer to his body heat.  

His thighs are huge, like the size of the tree trunks you can see in the heavy forest by the castle. Not to mention the way he handles your body as if you’re the size of a doll.

Each time he rubs circles on your arms to raise your body heat, the fabric between your thighs causes friction between your groins. You’ve become custom to attention it would seem and a needy whimper escapes your mouth.  

He lets out a loud robust chuckle, taking your body and pushing it down on his thick thighs. “So fucking demanding.” He says, watching your every move.

A blush coats your cheeks, and you bite your lip. Embarrassed by the sudden need for touch you’ve developed. Never have you wanted to be fucked. Thor has changed that. Every time you see him, something ignites in you.  

“Go on, you fucking slut. So damn needy, go on,” he commands, spreading his legs wide and leaning back against the table. Seeing the bored look on his face, already makes you desperate to please him. You take your bottom lip between your teeth, filled with the shame of doing this in front of him.  

He rolls his eyes, “You’re losing your chance, pretty thing. Last chance to make yourself feel good. Or I’ll make sure that pussy of yours is put to good use.” He commands, squeezing your thigh in a warning. Right where he knows one of your bruises are.

You whine in response, not sure what you want. If you want him to use you like a cum-bucket as he usually does, or to spill your juices right here on his thigh. 

Thor raises a brow at you, his jaw ticks and you know you’re testing his patience. You brace yourself on his other thigh with your hands. And then, your hips begin to gyrate. The fold of your fabric rubs upright against your clit. The sensitive nub of nerves sparks pleasure through your whole body.

Your hips make circles on his thighs, and Thor has to hold you up by the waist. His thigh are so huge and he smirks seeing the way that you have to keep your eyes from rolling back.  

“You look so obscene, fucking yourself right here on my thigh. Like the dirty whore you are.” He comments, his large hands pressed firmly against your smaller ones. His lewd words cause even lewder sounds to escape from your mouth. “God, pretty thing, you like it when I call you such crude words?” All you can really answer is in more moans.  

He can tell by the way that hips chase the high faster, and the way you struggle to keep yourself up that your climax is close. He takes you by the waist and pushes you down further on his thigh.

“Cum for me, like the harlot you are.” He commands, grinning when your body begins to shake and it’s quite clear the knot in your stomach has become undone. “Look at that fucking face.” His huge hands grab you by the cheeks, attaching your lips to his in a sloppy and wet kiss.  

Spit goes flying between you two. “No one else should get to see this fucking look on your face.” He demands and you must swallow the exhaustion that rises in your throat. You most definitely don’t feel seasick anymore. Your underwear and his pants are soaked in your sticky liquids. You give Thor a sloppy smile and he growls as a reply.  

“Feeling better?” He asks wiping the sweat from your forehead. “Much, thank you my Thor.”  

Xxxx 

That night, when the wind has finally calmed down, when the rain has stopped thundering down and the people rowing had gone to bed, Thor left your room. You almost instantly noticed, your seasickness returning the moment he let go of you. And with careful quiet steps, you follow him.  

He’s sitting on the very edge of the boat; you can only see his back. He’s only got his pants on, the cold doesn’t seem to faze him. Meanwhile, you’re dressed in your best winter clothes as well as Thor’s coat.

Coming up close, you can see his eyes are closed and he’s muttering in the language you now recognize but still do not understand.  

Suddenly he stops, he seems to take a deep breath, and then those lightning-blue eyes catch yours instantly. “Yes, my love?” He asks, suddenly switching up his demeanour. “Is this what you do, when you do not sleep?” You ask, wrapping Thor’s cloak closer around your body and then sitting down next to him in the same position.  

He eyes you, and then without even asking anymore, he scoops you up into his arms. “Only those who can see are allowed to do this ritual.” He explains, guiding your hands so that your palms face up to the sky. “Can I see?” You ask him, your eyes scrutinising his every move.  

“You tell me, little dove. Do you hear the language I speak? Do you see the difference in the eyes of the ones that protect you? The strength we carry and wisdom we hold?” Thor mentions the scar across his chest.

And then suddenly it hits you. Have they reached a level of spirituality that many dedicate their life to reach? Or are they chosen by the gods? And why on earth would you be picked to be able to see?  

You gulp at his words and refuse to show any reaction. “Close your eyes and repeat.” He commands and speaks words in the language that he knows so well. Except your tongue stumbles over the words, and you’re sure you’ve butchered the language. And then, suddenly, you can see again. But you're certain you did not open your eyes.  

Everything is glowing, the waves of the ocean look to be covered in glitter. The stars sparkle in gold like nothing you’ve ever seen before. The boat too looks as though it’s made of solid gold.

A shocked gasp escapes your mouth. You turn to Thor to make sure you haven’t fallen asleep. Except he too, is such a breathtaking sight. Tears form in your eyes at his beauty. Even breathing feels almost orgasmic.  

He speaks his native tongue and yet somehow you understand it exactly. “I cannot explain if you do ask. The gods will smite me.” It’s all he can say if you are to judge his words at face value. “Now, open,” Thor whispers and you obey. You feel your mortal form open your eyes and then, it all fades away. Nothing glitters in gold, and everything feels so dull.  

“Every time we make love, I see the world like so. This is why you are mine. You have what I crave, what I need. And in time, my love, you will see as I do.” And with that, his mouth connects with yours. And for just a second, you can see the sparkles dance once more.  

[veraynes-blog]

I think I just sent this to someone else by mistake (blushes furiously). After more than a decade, I'm still sorting Tumblr mechanics. Anyway, if you'd like to play the Ten Questions game, answer them, please, about Ten and the Spymaster.

Oooh okay, this is such an interesting one! I immediately have so many thoughts about how the hell that dynamic would work... 🤔

Who’s the cuddler?

Honestly? Both. Ten is in blissed-out heaven because finally - finally! - THIS Master is just about as needy as he is. He'd have to first work his way past the Master's prickly emotional defences, mind, but if anyone is persistent and desperate enough to do so, it's Ten.

Who makes the bed?

Neither of them, very often. They don't have an attention span or sense of propriety between them. On rare occasion, if he's making a special effort to make things nice, Ten is somewhat more likely to make the gesture.

Who wakes up first?

Ten. Well, if they ever got to a place where they relaxed around each other enough to sleep, that is. I think Spymaster is in dire need of someone who'll let him rest, properly, and Ten would be more than willing to do that for him.

Who has the weird taste in music?

Spymaster. I feel like the Rasputin number speaks for itself...

Who is more protective?

Ten. I was going to give another 'poor little meow meow' jokey response, but actually I think Spymaster has a lot of very obvious pain and self-loathing, and Ten would absolutely be compelled to try and protect him from further damage.

Who sings in the shower?

Spymaster.

Who cries during movies?

I earnestly think Spymaster would be more prone to it. For two reasons. 1) He's had more practice at least pretending to be a functioning, empathetic person during his life as O, and actually I wouldn't put it past him to have learned to cry on cue at soppy movies, and 2) He has a lot of Issues, okay. He's a bit fragile. He's the version of the Master who's most in touch with his own feelings, even if those feelings are all sharp, broken things cluttered inside him. If he ever accidentally watches a movie that resonates with him in that way, he's going to fucking pieces.

Who spends the most while out shopping?

I don't think either of them are particularly materialistic. Spymaster might still have access to government credit he's willing to burn through just to cause problems.

Who kisses more roughly?

Ooh. Okay, I apologise if this is verging into TMI, but. I think they're both equally a bit feral with each other. Lots of clinging and grabbing of hair and messy snogging.

Who is more dominant?

Sit tight, this requires context. So. Yes, obviously Spymaster's surface persona is about trying to be aggressively dominant. He tells Thirteen to kneel, chokes her out, etc. But. I always got the vibe he was actually looking for some resistance, there. He wanted the Doctor's attention, and Thirteen passively letting him do whatever was a way of denying him that. Spymaster's whole arc was about his sense of identity crumbling around him, and Thirteen not having the emotional capacity to pick up the pieces (I'm not saying she's wrong for that).

But Ten does have the capacity. Actually, he'd throw himself at the opportunity. I also think Ten has a touch of steel in him that other Doctors don't, and that Spymaster is fraying at the seams in a way that would make it a relief to let someone else take control for a while.

In answer: I think Ten would soft-dom the shit out of Spymaster and they'd both have a wonderful time with it. 😳🙃

My rating of the ship from 1-10.

Russia's Greatest Love Machine out of 10. 😌

[olliedollydove]

Hi bestie!! I wanted to get your opinions on some of the hetalia 2ps (mainly the allies) and what you think they’re like

I adore the concept of the 2ps, I think it’s such a silly idea that a lot of the fandom agreed on stuff for them w/ out prompt!! I always love hearing the different ideas or opinions on them :00!!

Hi!! Happily!! Though some I don't really use, I have a slight bit about them! I tend to focus more on England and Japan, but I don't toss out everyone else! But I'll warn, most will mention something about Oliver 😭

2p England - Oliver is my absolute baby, he's become a vital part of me at this point. Though he follows same guidelines as the fandoms' depiction of him, he has... pages of lore I have made for him. Explaining why he does what he does, says what he says, what he wants and how he views things: ex. He hates everyone, he sees no value in any life including his, other than Arthur (his twin) and his partner. Allen and Matt are seen as his sons, but they stopped loving him, so he won't hesitate to dismiss or hurt them. Kuro is a friend, he cares a bit, but not nearly enough to take his feelings into account. To him, if they don't love him after what he's done, they don't deserve the life he provided them. He has a lot of... issues. He's sympathetic, but you still don't like that he's that way. He's capable of care, but just... doesn't. Though, he wasn't always like this... in fact he used to be the opposite until the incident happened that led him down a rabbithole he can never crawl out from. He's bubbly, manipulative, cunning, deceptive, clingy, needy, greedy, intelligent, selfish, and sickeningly affectionate. Severe abandonment issues and has a need to always have attention, or else he starts to get aggressive. Though he sees no value in other's lives, it doesn't mean he goes out of his way to hurt them just because- oh no. He saves that for people who hurt others. Vigilante, you could call him. He has no country power, since he was "too soft" to take anything seriously, so they chose Arthur to be the main one instead of having them both.

2p America - Allen is alright to me, I enjoy him, but I don't tend to use him. Allen is a very liberal man, and extremely stubborn in his beliefs. Vegan, but doesn't force it on others. He often goes out at night to attack people that threaten or harm women, but never shows himself to the ones he helps. Learned that from Oliver. Gets along well with the others, but sees Alfred as an annoying, stupid little cousin that needs scolded all the time. Though, he absolutely despises Oliver with his entire heart. In fact, he wants him dead. He is aware Oliver kept him safe growing up, but he can't forgive him for the secret he kept. Sometimes he gets himself into trouble by giving too much or caring too much about others' feelings, despite how he acts. He's extremely empathetic and patient with people, and fights often with Alfred over how their country is being run.

2p Canada - Matt is quiet and tends to keep to himself, he's confident in his own abilities and sees no need to get attention from others- he knows his worth. He gets used about as much as Allen, since they're usually a pair, much closer than Alfred and Matthew are. Strong, smart, solid. This guy probably built his own house just because he likes doing it. He's not really selfish, but isn't selfless. He's a good median, and is fairly balanced. Has a soft spot for Oliver's sweets, and sees him more as a father than Allen. Doesn't hate him, but doesn't love him as much as he used to, sadly. He's actually quite nice to Matthew and tells him to stop caring about other country's attention, he's a fine guy.

2p France - Not much on him other than he's cold, tired, but not cruel. He's very avoidant and seems to get uncomfortable around Francis, since Francis keeps trying to "brighten him up". Would much rather sit in a quiet room with Matt and embroider or knit, maybe have a glass of wine and go to an art museum. He likes art, a lot, and is often painting alone... and he's quite good at it. Usually calm and a bit snippy with others, he won't apologize but won't keep going, but he is remorseful. He has a lot of back pain which affects his sleep, but doesn't talk much about it. He's a bit afraid of Oliver, and Oliver wants him dead. But he's not sure what he did for Oliver to want that of him... so he just never communicates unless necessary.

2p Russia - I.... actually don't have anything for him. I don't have an opinion on him, he's mostly quiet and serious, straightforward about what he wants. Sorry! I don't really use Russia in general!

2p China - I don't use him much either but... This man pretends to hate cute things, but in fact, loves them. He likes to think he's dismissive, but he actually cares too much and wants to help, but restrains himself from doing so. Mainly, he hates arguing or debating. But once alone he will complain to himself hardcore. While his counterpart is talkative and jokes, and can be emotional, he tries not to be. He doesn't hate Yao, in fact he actually likes him a lot, but seems to just do as Yao says, since he trusts him. He sees Yao as a big brother, so that's why he does that. He trusts him more than he does anyone else. He doesn't have much power but that was his own choice, he enjoys living as a regular person rather than deal with the stressful job as a country, though he gets called in for major things.

I hope that's all okay! 🫶 I really like the idea of 2Ps and.. well my own 3Ps haha

Sorry Ollie has so much he is a hyperfixation 😭

[withleeknow]

the new chapter is 😭😭😭 you didn’t have to hurt us like that frrrr pls tell me there’s a happy ending

honestly you write mim exactly as i see him too. his love is quiet but his actions speak so much louder than any words could. in one of the skz codes the staff said that mimo has a very good eye, meaning he notices even slight changes in ppl and is actually very attentive. so more soft hours for us coz i’m sobbing over it rn

some of my headcanons include: him noticing smth is off even in texting with his s/o, like just being in tune with the vibe and when his partner is upset he’d notice almost instantly

him being a big cat and literally bonking his head against his s/o when he’s feeling affectionate or clingy

also i kinda can’t stop thinking about sleeping and tired mimo when he’s just so vulnerable and soft and *him*. he’s probably very warm to the touch too so it’s a pain to sleep with him wearing clothes. so he mostly sleeps shirtless. with those broad shoulders and his pecs and his arms i canttt skskdjdk i wanna EAT HIM

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WDYM HURT UUUUUU. I BARELY SCRATCHED THE SURFACE !! but yes there's a happy ending i love them too much to leave them sad forever 😂

ikkkkkkk he's so attentive and attuned to other people's mood changes it hurtsssss. i wrote magnolia based on that 😭 i can definitely see the bonk happening lol you'd be chilling on the couch or in front of your laptop trying to work and there'd be a needy man coming over to bonk you on the head with his head

i cannot indulge the sleeping headcanon much for the sake of my sanity (or what's left of it) bc didn't he say that he goes commando when he sleeps aksdhfkjahsekwlfewoiuejdej PLEASSEEEE

tbh i've grown so used to kpop idols being whitewashed that now it only surprises me when they aren't whitewashed 😂 but yeah every time they're whitewashed to HELLLLL and back it's just so funny to me bc they'd literally be whiter than a sheet of paper lmao

ohhhhhh peaches you have fans now 🥹

[benevolentcannibal]

give us more yo-yo headcanons pls i’m begging!!! those SMILES in that last artwork??!! how did they get there after the arrangement?!!!

lol I see you've caught the yo-yo sickness 😏 

That image is probably in year three or four of their marriage 

They basically got used to each other  and Yorin  gave the Onion some attention. 

Most of their relationship has been influenced by the rp's but one time  about a year after their marriage Yonji returned to Germa badily injured after a mission went wrong and Yorin was more shocked than anything because that never happens. They were very frustrated because no one bothered to tell them anything =/  let alone what was wrong. she stayed by his bedside till he woke up and BOI howdy he was shook. No one's ever there  when they wake up from surgery. Onion was so confused, surely his wife had better places to be.

Yorin freets over him a lil, annoyed he's shocked she's here at all and tells him he's not indestructible and that's ok even if he's suppose to be the strong one 

Another cute thing that's happened early on is that Yonji's impossible to sleep next to because he's tossing and turning, taking the covers, sliding off the bed etc. At her wits end with his foolishness she convinces him to cuddle  and like magic he sleeps soudly for the first time. Onion’s all confused cause WTF is that, he's not a child doesn't need to hold onto wife like a needy kid 😐 

Yorin's freaky in bed and after a few months they finally get this large package from home that has their huge collection of sex toys. Hubby walks in on them organizing it and he's curious but also pretty vanilla. She's got dildo's, whips, rope, nipple clamps, sounding rods, the works. Yonji's put off by all this stuff cause it's a lot to take in but Yorin teases him with some rope offering to tie him up (:  knows hubby's nipples are sensitive so was going to give him one of those nipple agitating harness and assures him no one would know. Plus if he didn't like it could just come back and she'd untie him 

Another time when they were going to get kinky Yorin could tell Yonji was getting angsty and overwhelmed and told him all the things she'd do to him she's had done to her and knows how to tie the knots, how hard to hit and assured him if he didn't like anything she'd stop with their safe word. Actually talking about consent on Germa is unheard of.

Their relationship slowly just started to change, Yorin verbally checking in to make sure Yonji was comfortable with things  and giving him a sense of agency. wasn't like she planned to be mean to him but  when they are alone he's way more chill. Yorin speaks to him like she's seen her mother talk to her father and Yonji being more or less honest to a fault just starts to click. Yorin's also a little older so she's more patient and very stern. Onion needs the reinforcement otherwise he’d run circles around em. Being the youngest, no one's ever really cared about Yonji's opinion so it's a change of pace for sure. They really just were around each other 🥺  Yonji even wanting to be around wife instead of bothering with his brother's after a mission. Tired, wife is soft.

I also like to think that Yorin doesn't like when Ichiji or Niji just yell at him. He doesn't care,  he's used to it so wife telling his other brothers not to talk to him like that is ??? confusing.

Yo-Yo don't really butt heads. Yonji may try to avoid answering but the longer they're around each other the easier it becomes for Yorin to read him. (happens to Ichiji too and he doesn't like it) 

All this is happening before the dark saga sets in after the kids get older. We plan on them being born pretty tough and strong already.  Yorin has explained to them that dad's different from them and doesn't experience most emotions. The kids still love their dad and want to play with him when he's around which Yonji indulges. 

I was thinking of this one time after burning this island to the ground, Yonji and the oldest are on the beach like in that one yatsuba comic. The baby is collecting rocks with him and having a nice lil time. even finds some burned bone fragments (: dark but ya know.  The kids KNOW Germa is in the war business, Yorin saw no point in hiding it from them because it's literally all around them. But when the kids really start showing their strength and damage resistance Judge gets to thinking 🤔 knows in the contract he can't experiment on the kids but .... what's a few tests. Can't hurt to take some blood and see. Tells Yonji  to bring them down to the labs and babies are scared cause they've never been to this part but dad's there and he seems fine with it.

The kids get stronger as they age and Judge wants to start giving them implants, Yonji hearing this doesn't know why but he doesn't like the idea and tries to put it off cause once something's replaced it's gone forever.

Yorin ends up finding out about these experiments and leaves, no outburst, no letter, she's just gone.

Slowly Yonji begins to realize something's missing. The kids aren't there to greet him from a mission. His room is quiet and his bed is empty. Surely he can't miss his wife and kids =/ that's dumb. 

That's about the gist of what's happened and what's planned.

This is leaving out all of yorin's interactions with the others because ooooweee she's not as nice to those freaks. 

Reiju and Yorin do have girl time tho (:

[rubydollchaos]

My friend is having a baby in January and I can't decide if I'm seeing red flags because I'm not happy about the situation or because they're actually there.

I don't want kids. I don't like most kids. Some are okay and some are quite sweet but generally I don't have the patience for them. Way too needy. And babies, something that's gonna wake me up in the night for months? No thank you. And I thought my friend was the same. She's never cooed over babies, when a third party was sighing about how she'd love a fourth baby, we were both blank eyed and I absorbed the way she described her babies as being soft and warm and hers but am certain I would never feel that way. So her announcement was a shock. Also we're in our early 40s. I'm hoping menopause comes soon.

She didn't seem excited about the pregnancy but it's a huge thing and can be overwhelming so it's to be expected, right? Everyone thinks "what have we done?" at some point, yeah? But then she said something about how "the deal was..." that she wouldn't have to go back to work at the same place she hates afterwards. She's hated her job for a long time, applied for others, got offered a different job but didn't want to take the pay cut and lose her lunch break by working less hours, so she took a different job doing the same thing and while the details of the stressors have changed, nothing has fundamentally changed.

But having a baby will fix that, right? She'll have a different focus, different priorities and babies typically reach milestones quite frequently so I expect seeing that progress is very rewarding.

And then there's the gender. She said the sonographer did not sound certain and I did finally ask for clarification if they did know what they were having. She said she's pretending she doesn't know because she's "kind of in denial". So I guess they're not having the gender she really wanted? That's a good start...

But the worst one was when she casually mentioned that they'd leave the baby to cry so it would learn that wasn't how it got attention. Crying is literally the only way a baby can communicate and it has no other means of getting its needs met. Yeah, I suppose it will eventually learn that crying achieves nothing, along with knowing its needs will not be met, that the universe is a cruel uncaring place because the people through which it is able to express care chooses to put their needs and convenience first. I just found it kinda shocking that I, with my I hate babies attitude, still think that when baby cries, you comfort them. I would want my child to know that if they need something they can come to me (and this is also part of why I don't want kids. I like the ideal but I don't want to deal with the reality).

I'm already expecting our friendship to drift a little since I'm not into kids and I expect she'll turn more to her friends who have had kids but I'm also kinda worried for this poor baby. My friend is going to aqua natal and ante natal classes but I feel like she's doing these as activities rather than an outlet for her baby incoming enthusiasm.

This isn't like a new haircut she got on a whim that I think is awful and she seems lukewarm about, or even a job I think is a bad idea. This is a person they're bringing into the world and a great fucking deal depends on those first few years of life.

Maybe she's toning down her enthusiasm because she knows I'm not a baby person. Maybe she's all gooey and maternal with her kid having friends. I really hope they can give her some good advice.

[morathicain]

Started watching Scoy and I was sooooooo close to giving Nuea the same treatment as Bohn (as in giving him a better boyfriend!) bc omfg the stalking! Seriously, I wish they wouldn’t have made Toh as obsessed with him. A few pictures or trinkets? Okay. But all of this? Biggest red flag!

I understand that he thought he would never get anything else or be closer and was very insecure, but Nuea isn’t a doll and Toh has NO right to all of this. Especially to that extent. There’s also the problem with Toh obsessing over an idolised version of Nuea in his head while he has no idea who the actual person is.

The only thing saving Toh from having his boyfriend rights revoked by me is his character growth (still hate what he did but he’s growing and I love to see it!) and the fact that he’s so enthusiastically into Nuea. Especially after they got to know each other properly.

still judging Nuea’s taste in people; they have proven not to be very healthy *cough* but well, you do you, boy! What luck for Toh that Nuea is apparently into this ...

Still wish Toh would listen a bit more to what Nuea is actually saying and what he actually wants, even though I understand him being constantly overwhelmed. In between it really felt as if he was treating Nuea, who tried to be honest and open with him, like a pretty doll and not a real person and it made my fingers itch! But as far as I am now (beginning of ep 9 as we speak), it’s getting better and I catch myself rooting for them. Especially because of them being ridiculously into each other. Let’s hope I won’t change my mind again c.c

Anyway, I will still write Bohn and Nuea as brothers bc damn me and my crossovers X.X

Also: Jao, Daisy and Som are precious and I need to protect them!!

[cosmoss-express]

♡Pick a Card reading♡: How are they like? Valentine's Day special (18+)

Minors DO NOT INTERACT!! This is adult content meant for adults. This material could expose you to unwanted attention and put you in danger. Please stay away for your own and other people’s safety!

Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone!!! 💝💘💝 On this special day, I wanted to offer something special for all you all lovable beings!! I said it before, Valentine’s Day sucks because it has become a commercial holiday, but I'm still a hopeless romantic who loves seeing people happily in love and I hope this reading will make you feel less lonely 🥺🥺

In this pac I’ll dig into who your first/next partner is. This reading is gender neutral and timeless, you can apply it as you wish (I’ll specify if I’m sensing that it’s a man or a woman). What we’ll be exploring is:

• bits about them and their personality

• physical description

• (18+) chemistry between you + kinks/fantasies

• astrological placements, numbers, symbols, messages

Decks used: The Enchanted Love Tarot, Tarot of Sexual Magic, Manara Tarot

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Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

Pile 1

This person is very lighthearted in their approach to romance, they see love as an adventure, something that gives you butterflies. They're very passionate about what they do, and are capable of fulfilling their desires because of it. They like new experiences and making memories as they're living life. They might seem young but they're actually very wise and dedicated when it comes to their work and projects. People might come to ask them for advice. I'm not sensing an aggressive energy from them, in fact, this is the type who avoids conflict altogether, especially in relationships. This person is a massive flirt. They're very charismatic and witty and people around them enjoy their presence. They might get thrilled at the start of a connection but once it doesn't match their plans, consider them gone. They might have trouble acknowledging or accepting the depth of their feelings, they're quite scared of being vulnerable with new people, or this could be you as well.

Physical appearance: blonde curly hair and tan skin, robust or thick body, a youthful face, energetic and active, glasses but I'm also seeing long brown or red hair, Afro-American, 5 o'clock shadow, strong arms and shoulders

(18+) Chemistry between you and their sexual kinks/fantasies

You guys might fall for each other very quickly. There's a strong mental connection between you two; you're pulled together like magnets. They're so passionate between the sheets, I felt almost overwhelmed lol. This person loves holding and hugging you while you're having s3x. They enjoy the idea of protecting you and being near you physically. They might take the initiative most of the time with soft caresses, kisses, looking deep into your eyes.

What I'm seeing is that they're not into flings or ons; s3x and love are intertwined to them. Your first/future partner wants to make you feel loved and cherished. Sex is very intimate for them and they prefer having it behind closed doors. But they might try to turn you on while in public as well (touching you under the table, wearing lingerie or not wearing underwear might be some ways, or they just enjoy seeing you like that). They like it when you're desperate and needy for their attention; they would like to see you aggressive and possessive in bed, wanting you to tear their clothes off. They love your legs, especially your butt and thighs. There's a lot of mutual masturbation here, and doing it when you're apart from them (for those who are into men, this is the dick of death lmao and he knows how to use it). You guys might have wet dreams with them and just get horny for each other randomly throughout the day. You could just be cooking or washing the dishes when they come from behind and start eating you out on the counter or sucking your dick in broad daylight. Sex starts very passionately, and will proceed slower and have a stable rhythm, they want to show you how strong they are and they'll make sure you're both reaching your orgasm. You're both gonna be exhausted after it. They enjoy aftercare and just wrapping their arms around you as you're falling asleep.

2, 14, 28, 8, 4, 13, 48, thigh-highs, stockings, baby doll, "hold me", "I just wanted to call you, that's all"; Libra, Scorpio, Gemini placements; Moon dominant; Scorpio Mars; Cancer/Aries Venus; Sag Moon; Capricorn Sun

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Pile 2

Both the image of the pile and the cards are telling me this person might like cars, or know a lot about vehicles. Very active mind, easily distracted, multitasker. They're also very good with words, chatty and direct (they text fast I hear), full of ideas. They like making lists? Might be praised for their intellect at work. They seek a balanced and blissful environment to unwind and feel accepted in. After an exhausting day of fighting, debating, negotiating, they just want to come home to the safety of you arms 🥺🥺. Their job might be mentally or physically draining so they don't have the energy to party. Definitely wants to stay at home after work, family oriented. Very balanced in their lifestyle tho, very active, they take care of themselves and make sure you're doing well too.

You can talk freely about your struggles and afflictions to this person. Super caring and understanding individual. Career must be very important to them cause I keep going back to it.

Physical appearance:

Could be your age or just a couple of years older than you; there's a significant height difference between you two; muscular/fit (walks fast?); long blonde hair or long dark curly hair; olive or pale skintone; youthful face; their eyes might stand out a lot to you; wears a uniform

(18+) Chemistry between you and their sexual kinks/fantasies

They might seem closed off or reserved about sex at the beginning for some reason. This person is adaptable to your needs in the bedroom, they pay attention to the little details and put in the effort to please you good. Balanced give and take is very important, they want you to feel good and expect the same in return.

I’m sensing two types of energies here. The masculine energy likes to stay on top and cover you with his body. They get turned on by watching your body move while you're underneath them. They like the feeling of soft your skin under their fingertips. Whereas the feminine is touchy-feely, wants to be hugged and is on the submissive side (take whatever energy suits you).

They like having sex in the dark with some candles and music playing in the background (they might know how to play an instrument). They would love to do it with you in multiple positions and rounds. Love for the chest, arms and shoulders. This energy is quite in your face, you can’t deny the passion they feel for you. They secretly get turned on by the idea of being watched or getting caught during the act. Sex in the car, outside, on the couch, foreplay in the hallway, and mirror sex could be options on their mind. They're very vocal and need feedback in order to understand how they're doing. Lots of praise and kisses leave their lips for you.

222, 333, 3, 8, 14, 13, 7; stars, night time, green, purple, velvet, candles, holding hands, soulmates, "you're such a dream", "lift your skirt for me, baby"; "drink some water"; Moon dominant, Libra/Sag placements; Libra moon; Aries Venus, beginning of Spring

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Pile 3

Their personality is built upon the difficulties they faced in the past. They learned patience and perseverance, transforming their dreams and ideals into reality. They hope to be able to share the best parts of themselves with the person they love. They have a soft and welcoming energy to them, yet they're very grounded and pragmatic. They're very giving and always there to help those in need.

This person is an empath so they might need time for themselves in order to recharge their energy (they might work in a hospital/clinic or deal with nutrition for their job). They might be on the introverted side. Yet people around them don't perceive this, in fact they're very charming in the eyes of others but in a subtle way. This is not someone who's afraid or confused about their feelings towards you, and has no issues telling you how they feel. You might feel safe to be vulnerable with them. (I love their energy, they feel comforting, like soft blankets and hot chocolate)

Physical attributes: medium height or taller, dark hair, skin on the tan or dark side, athletic (might play in a competitive sport or a team), toned legs or back; curves, healthy lifestyle; alright idk how to explain this, but they have a muse quality about them, they would look good in a portrait, you feel relaxed looking at them; for some of you, you might already know them;

(18+) Chemistry between you and their sexual kinks/fantasies

Foreplay is very important to this person, they'll likely take their time with you and make sure you feel loved in their presence. Sensual and comforting is the best way I can describe having sex with this person. It's a journey that starts slow and ends in the most passionate way possible, because they start getting wrapped up in this feeling of you and can't get enough of it, which pushes them to go faster towards the end. You might've been waiting for someone like this (manifestation?). Or physical intimacy might start later for the two of you. 

You'll be spiritually in tune with this person, like they just know where to touch you or how to please you. You're their queen/king and they’ll treat you as such. Body worshipping, p*ssy/c*ck worshipping is what I'm hearing. This person LOVES dirty talk and praise, like wow 😳😳 They’re nasty but with a soft side. They'll treat you like you're ethereal, like you're too good to be true. As you can see, their attention is quite focused on you. Your future/first partner is a giver in all senses. They like spoiling you with their love, touch and gifts (buying s*x toys to overstimulate you with). They could've been so lonely that they couldn't wait to pour all their love into you (awww). Speaking of water, this person will make you wet/hard for them easily. You'll lowkey feel overwhelmed with them lol. From you, they're likely wishing just blowjobs/being eaten out. They seem to enjoy seeing you on your knees (especially if they're a man). They love seeing your body move and in different positions, especially on top of them, they like variety. Sexting could also be a possibility as well, they like being sent nudes while they're working. Cuddles are guaranteed after sex, plus they will even draw a bath or take you to shower together afterwards.

1212, 11, 37,18, 8, 1, 5, short skirt, “ride my face”, “just wait a little longer”, “I’m here if you need me”, surprise kisses, cuddles turn into sex, honey, travel buddy, bath sex, king/queen energy; Virgo Sun/Venus; Aquarius Venus; Leo Mars; Jupiter in Libra; Pisces/Cancer/Gemini placements; Mercury or Pluto Dominant;

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I hope it resonated, I'm sending lots of love your way ❤❤❤

© Cosmoss-express (2022)

[petboymart]

Marine boys makes my head go brr so hard-

Please imagine cleaning their enclosure only for the marine boys to go "Haha no, it's love me time :DD" whenever they see you in their tank-

Octopus!Oikawa does not know the concept of personal space, if the space is small you can bet he's in his cute octopus form wrapping his tentacles around your upper arm or thigh as you clean, don't even bother shooing him away because then he'll only cling onto you harder, leaving suction cup marks (who knows maybe he was going to mark you up regardless). He'll also make sure to guide one of your hands towards to top of his head so you can pet him from time to time, which often means disturbing you from actually cleaning the enclosure (which means more time with him in his eyes).

Great white!Iwaizumi to the rescue, don't worry he won't be too far around to help you with your sticky little problem, prying a now semi transformed Oikawa off of you while in his own half form. While he initially helps you because he knows how Oikawa may get you in trouble if he disturbs you while you're working, you've unintentionally trained him that by removing Oikawa off of you he gets pets in return so now Iwa almost always silently prays that Oikawa is around to disturb you just so he can get some affection without seeming too needy.

Great white!Ushijima seems to have your cleaning schedule memorized and because of this he almost always visits you a few minutes early just before you actually dive into the enclosure. In his half form, Ushi would often rest his upper half on the platform you were sitting on (which scared you shitless the first time he did so without warning), looking up at your with half lidded but intrigued eyes, waiting for you to greet him. He does this so he can hear you talk, he knows how hard it is for you to speak underwater so by making the effort to visit you first he gets to hear your voice while also having the added benefit of having your undivided attention.

I imagine the shark boys (like their guard dog counterparts) to be very protective of you in the tank. They all have their own seperate areas that they reside in so the moment you swim onto the next place to clean, it's almost like a silent agreement to the boys that the baton to care for you has switched over to the others territory. They usually keep their distance as to not bother you but if you do notice them and call them over a part of them can't help but become shy as they swim over, almost instinctively rubbing their head against your shoulder as they subconciously seek your affection. They look like such scary boys but really everyone staring at the two of you can tell that they're really just a bunch of soft babies for you.

i’m literally in love w i anon this is perfect

i imagine oikawa as a ghost octopus or dumbo octopus. i also couldn’t tell you where octopus!oikawa came from. i was sitting there like hmm who can be a marine boy and boom there it was

i wholeheartedly agree with ALL OF THIS. it’s straight FACTS and that’s the tea boo

i can just imagine oikawa in his human form with his arms wrapped around your legs in a tight grip and all 8 of his legs weaved around and between yours with his face smooshed into your thigh as great white!iwaizumi tries to yank his clingy ass off and once he’s finally successful oikawa watches with his arms crossed and a pout on his face as iwa gets pets and attention. iwa has a red blush and shy look on his face while he gets pet and praised

then there’s great white!ushijima who you’re now used to waiting for you in his human form. sometimes he brings you shiny rocks or pearls from the oysters in the tank. and when you sit on the edge of the ledge with your feet in the water to put all of your gear on he will shuffle over so he can lay his head on your lap, nuzzle into your thighs, and get his head scratched. relishing in the sound of your beautiful voice as you mutter to yourself, talk to him, and even sometimes sing

-eden<3