#food is a love language period

[connormoving]

it is quite interesting to me how the feeling of the sounds of a word can change how the word feels imthats such a nothing sentence i mean like oo sounds bigger than like ee sounds to me you know. and of course theres kiki and bouba snd all of this.

[najahmeq7]

Urgent appeal to those with merciful hearts.🚨 I hope you will help me save my child from his serious illness, which may lead to the worst if we do not address the bad situation that he and my husband are going through, who is injured in this war.

I am Najah Al-Hila, married to Khaled Muqdad from Gaza City. I am a mother of four young children. My family consists of Waleed, 9 years old, Mira, 6 years old, Ahmed, and Mayar, 3 years old.

Ahmed suffered from head cramps and increased electricity after his birth. He was given medication and had blood tests done every two months to make sure his health was stable. He suffered from these cramps in 2021. My husband also suffered from liver and digestive system problems five years ago and is still suffering from these problems. Over time, my husband was injured during the war, which made things worse for him. We thank God for everything. Because of the instability and unavailability of the medication, we face difficulties in buying medications due to their high prices. Now life has become very difficult and the prices of medications have increased due to their scarcity. Things have become more difficult due to the lack of money and his expensive treatment, which has led to its unavailability due to money. I hope that all donors and supporters will not forget Ahmed and his father Khaled in alleviating their pain by providing the costs of his treatment and buying him the appropriate medicine and food. We also do not forget his brothers from the malnutrition they suffered from during this difficult period.

Please everyone pay attention, I have been away from you for a while due to my health condition. I hope this situation is taken seriously. My husband and children's lives are in grave danger, I hope you do not suffer what he suffered. May your children and loved ones be safe and sound. I hope you help in their treatment and that their condition, which has worsened over time, stabilizes. Save Khaled and Ahmed from this disease that has afflicted them, please. Help us.

Note: My husband Khaled was working as a teacher before the war and obtained a teaching certificate from Al-Aqsa University and became an Arabic language teacher, but he was not lucky enough to find a job, so he became a worker due to the poor economic situation we are going through. At the end of my talk, he became injured and unable to work in this current situation. I hope you do not forget this and take it into consideration that there is a mother who seeks to preserve her husband and children by fighting for them. Your support is a support for me in these critical moments that we are living in and we may not live due to the repeated attacks by the occupation and the failure to reach an agreement to end the war.

We are now living in dilapidated tents, my child and husband are suffering.

We can no longer provide the necessities of life. My family's future is completely destroyed. I can no longer live in Gaza. I want to leave the Strip and treat my child and husband, so I need $5,000 per person.

I hope that everyone who watches my story will help me.

To get out of Gaza and find treatment and a better life for my children and family.

I am asking for help, and I hope that you will help me and donate to me.

To save my life from death.

I hope that you will donate even $25-50, it would be wonderful.

This will save my child's life. My husband's life. Donate to help Ahmed and his father evacuate Gaza.

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[teaboot]

I've never had a cat before and I'm hoping to get one soon. Do you have any advice?

Treat a new cat as you would a new roommate. Give them space and time to settle, establish a pattern and a rhythm, and in time they may choose to become friends and spend time with you. Dont force a friendship.

Use simple words and repetition to establish communication. Words like breakfast, treat, snack, lunch, supper, dinner, food, and eat all basically mean, "I am feeding you; expect to be fed", but it's a lot for a little guy to remember. I just say "Dinner" when I mean "cat food is coming", and so my boy knows exactly what I mean when I say it. As a plus, using only one word for snack time means he has no idea what the other words mean, so I can talk about food in front of him without ruling him up.

Pay attention to body language. Cats all have different personalities, and you'll learn their likes, dislikes, and messages over time this way. Son boy here loves anything with plumbing but dislikes getting wet- his favourite blanket to chew and snuggle goes on his favourite chair, and he gives me a specific gesture when he wants me to kneel down so he can jump onto my shoulder.

Read into problematic behaviour. Cats pee in weird places when they're hurting, in distress, or have insufficient of unclean litter box space. Biting, attacking feet , and knocking things off tables often means they're understimulated and need you to play with them, or at least need some kind of enrichment or puzzle to tackle. Tail flicking can be frustration or irritation. Purring is usually good, but may also be self-soothing behaviour to alleviate pain, encourage healing, and relieve anxiety, like over-grooming.

Like children, "bad" behaviour isn't malicious- it usually means there's something you aren't seeing.

Learn how your cat expresses love. Loads of people think cats are uncaring, cruel, and indifferent, but the truth is, they're just not dogs. Spending time near you, showing an interest in tools you're using or projects you're working on, sitting the way you sit, laying on their back, rubbing on your legs, wiping their face on your shoes when you get home- these are signs that your cat is enamored with you. You're their family, they feel safe and protected around you, they're curious about things you enjoy and want everyone to know you're family.

Set reasonable expectations. Again, cats are not dogs.We bred dogs to desire our approval- cats walked into our lives themselves. They have no human-programmed need to fulfill a duty or perform a task to your standards.

Training cats to do tricks isn't as hard as people say, but the willingness or interest in doing the trick is more heavily reliant on personality and mood. Some cats will refuse all but the most basic requests- I'm lucky in that Ollie understands and is willing to do several, provided I don't abuse his trust and he's not crowded or overwhelmed or just bored of doing it over and over in a short period.

Ollie, for example, knows Up to stand on his back legs and hold my hand, Down to get to a surface I indicate, Out to emerge from a closed space, Come to find me where I am, Help? when I'm offering to let him use me as an elevator, Dinner when I understand he's hungry and am getting food, and when I put on his collar he knows to climb into his carrier 'cause we're going somewhere. And he'll do any of these about 90% of the time, either ignoring me or phoning it in when there's something interesting somewhere else, or if he's feeling anxious.

Lead by example. If you dread taking them to the vet, they'll see the anxiety in your body language and behaviour and likely learn to hate it, too. Again using my guy an example, I starred taking him on walks long before his first vet appointment, just to get used to his carrier and leash. Then his first checkup was relaxed and informal, with plenty of treats, and I let him explore the examination room with permission from the tech. Now he loves going, so I'm not stressed about taking him, so I don't stress him out in turn, and the vest doesn't have to deal with a stressed out cat slowing things down and fighting with them.

Make sure your sources are good ones, and also good ones for you. I will recommend Jackson Galaxy's YouTube channel for cat advice because a lot of what he does matches up with what I've learned and know to be true. I don't personally recommend Ceasar Milan because I personally find his methods distressing to recreate regardless of efficacy, so even if that advice was useful, *I'd* be miserable, and it'd just be trading one issue for another.

Have a person who can help. You never know when you might end up out of town overnight unexpectedly, or when your place may need serviced or fumigated, or if you may be called out of town. Before getting a cat, research reliable pet sitters, house sitters, pet daycares, whatever, just in case.

Consider pet insurance. No long spiel here, just think about it. Especially if you don't know your cats ancestry or potenyial health risks. An on top of that, fucking vaccinate them.

Dont let them free roam. At all.

I grew up on a farm with free-roaming barn cats. Do you know how many times child-me cried over having to bury them? Illness, disease, pregnancy, vehicles, other territorial cats, ticks, fleas, litter, poisoned prey, malicious humans, local wildlife, predatory birds, scrap metal, extreme heat, freezing temperatures, tainted water sources, poisonous or venomous critters, getting stuck in small or high places, tapeworms, loose nails, old equipment, falling branches...

I've seen some truly body-horror slasher-movie shit- just truly nauseating visual fuckery- and I'm telling you not to let your cat free-roam.

Leash training isn't hard. Supervised walks aren't hard. Even keeping your cat physically fit and entertained indoors isn't an impossible feat. Don't let your fucking cat fucking free-roam. Fuck

Also read up on foods and plants cats can't do, like every houseplant in existence is toxic it's insane

Anyhow yeah that's like. A couple things I guess

Here, have an Ollie Pic

[faemurmur]

-> love&deepspace men when you’re on your period

xavier → the silent but devoted caretaker

• doesn’t say much, but he’s already stocked your favorite snacks and painkillers before you even realize you need them. he knows a thing or two about period, he also read that ginormous article written for hunters on their period which was posted publically. “you don’t have to push yourself too hard, little one.” he says as if he’s not requesting. as your mission partner, and mister lumiere :3 he will do anything and everything necessary and possible — that you get your much needed rest and you feel good. <3

• holds a heating pad against your stomach while you curl up against him, letting you steal his warmth. he would also make little bunnies and cute little animals from his evol, which jump around you and help distract you from the pain. he loves to kiss your forehead though, that’s his love language idc. he speaks ever so softly anyway, but during your period you can sense his softness multiply a tenfold.

• if you’re moody, he won’t take anything personally—he just strokes your hair and murmurs, “i know, love. it’s okay.” sometimes you feel bad at how cranky you get but xavier is nothing if not patient. he holds you through it, he would hug you gently, ask you if you’re craving anything . . . ugh he’s just the best boyfriend in the world (trust: source -> sol)

• massages your lower back with slow, firm circles, his touch grounding and steady. “just breathe, sweetheart. i’ve got you.” and he got you. with the way his skilled fingers massage your lower body, purring softly how he wishes you were never in pain… it elevates any discomfort instantly.

sylus → the playful distraction

• teases you at first—“aww, is my little demon suffering?”—but immediately shuts up when you glare at him. he smiles tenderly when he notices the shift in your eyes from the ever-so-defiant menace to a little kitten that needs his attention. he would scoop you up in his arms, carry you to his bedroom and play your favorite shows & musicals. he would hum the musical tones, knowing full well you pretend to hate his voice (when, in actuality you love it). :33

• literally lets you use him as a heating pad. his body is warm, and he’ll let you sprawl all over him if it helps. he’s daddy — which means he’s big. and he’s large & looming enough to be cuddled upto, to be someone you can use as your very own medium-soft mattress. his hands would tenderly massage your booty. his charismatic smirk would tease you with things like, “you know, i’ve heard orgasms help sweetie . . .” what a jerk /aff

• brings you the weirdest food combinations because “cravings are cravings,” and he wants to impress you. “pickles and chocolate? babe, i won’t judge.” what? you wanted to eat something sour earlier and now you demand sweets. he’s got both just in case his kitten’s mood fluctuates. ;)

• kisses your forehead every five minutes and dramatically says, “you’re so strong. so brave. a true warrior.” you roll your eyes at his antics, pretending his overboard affection doesn’t touch your heart. (it definitely does).

caleb → the overprotective pamperer

• wraps you in his hoodie before you can even complain about feeling cold. “there. now you smell like me and feel like me. better?” of course you do. when you got your first period, caleb was there with you. helping you through the cramps, holding you close and talking to you, telling you how sad he is that he can’t share your pain. “oh i know baby, come here.” he croons, letting you know that you can always, depend on him. (no matter what hat he’s wearing) :3

• refuses to let you lift a finger. he gets your water, your snacks, your blanket—everything. would get offended, and have his puppy dog eyes literally steal the thunder when you decide to do something by yourself if caleb is in the house. “pips, told ya to let me help. you’re not supposed to labour.” when you pout and whine, telling him not to treat you like a baby. he would pout harder! accept defeat or else!

• pulls you into his lap and strokes your thighs with his big, warm hands. “shh, i know. just let me take care of you, baby.” it’s so comforting but somehow ends up turning you on too. the way caleb holds you plush against him, his arm wrapping around you as he massages your thighs and your pelvis. “there there — i gotchu pips.”

• lowkey glares at your uterus like it personally offended him. “if i could fight it for you, i would.” you snort, drama king fr. “too bad the colonel can’t really give orders to my uterus.” you snicker, hugging him tightly and basking in his warmth. “too bad indeed.”

zayne → the doctor but also the boyfriend

• clinically speaking, he knows exactly how to help—hydration, light movement, proper nutrition—but he won’t push you if you just want to lay there like a gremlin. though he can’t help but be a little pushy. “i told you to stock up on your iron supplements to make sure you don’t have weakness during this time of the month.” / “a light walk is best suited—“ and when you throw a pillow at his face with a grumble, he knows to shut up. 🤫 (for now), with a tinge of mirth on his face.

• prepares the perfect cup of tea, adding just the right amount of honey. “this should help with the cramps, love.” he has matching mugs with you (he is so husband core), and would share the tea with you, doing a little clink with your matching mugs. “try it, it might not taste that good but it would surely help.”

• strokes your forehead and brushes your hair away, checking in with a soft, “how are you feeling now, darling?” when he comes back from the hospital, finding you curled up in a fetal position breaks his poor heart, he would sit next to you, press soft kisses and give you belly rubs. “what do you want to eat? i’d rather you eat anything. . .” he is sooo in with the junk food consumption shenanigans on your period hehe.

• lets you sleep on his chest while he reads, his steady breathing keeping you calm. he usually likes to read bed time stories to you, its yours and his favorite little ritual. but during your period, his voice is extra expressive. (which isn’t the norm.)

rafayel → the doting prince

• immediately cancels any plans so he can stay by your side. “nothing is more important than you right now.” even if its an art exhibition. thomas can cry and bang his head against the nearest wall — but rafayel isn’t budging. besides, who can control your fishie except you? ;)

• insists you rest while he does everything—cooking, running a warm bath, bringing you silk pillows, whatever you need. rafayel can be a little overbearing at times considering he is very attentive and attuned with his emotions. “rest.” the pouty look in his eyes as he forces you back to bed is to die for. you wonder how beautiful can someone look like that…

• whispers sweet praises into your ear. “my love, you endure so much. let me be your sanctuary.” please rafayel in love is a different breed altogether. he loves you so much you can see it from the way he behaves. you are made of glass. and when you gulp in that nasty tasting tablet for your cramps and aches, he hugs you and praises you like you’ve won the olympics gold medal.

• kisses the inside of your wrist, his voice like velvet. “just relax, my little goddess. let me spoil you.” he does spoil you but with insane amounts of money. calling in chefs from michellin star restaurants just so they can make your favorite food in an authentic way & his baby can eat -> hot, fresh food. “raf, you could just do takeouts-“ you pout softly, to which he chuckles. “nah, takeouts aren’t the same cutie.”

[httpvomitello]

False Alarms .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: When Joel notices you’ve been skipping meals, looking tired, and avoiding your usual morning hot chocolate, his mind jumps to the worst-case scenario: pregnancy. What starts as concern quickly spirals into a tense argument that cuts deeper than either of you expected.

joel miller x f!reader

(part 2)

WARNINGS: Angst, age gap, arguing, miscommunication, references to past trauma, hurt/no comfort, mention of pregnancy (false), language.

You hadn’t thought much of it when you skipped breakfast three days in a row.

Jackson was colder than usual this week. Some mornings, the thought of dragging yourself to the mess hall before your shift with Maria felt like too much. That, and you’d been feeling nauseous. Not sick—just… off. A tightness in your chest, a queasiness in your gut. You figured it was stress. You’d been helping with patrol coordination and dealing with Maria’s endless to-do lists. That’d be enough to knock anyone off balance.

But Joel noticed.

He always noticed.

“You eat today?” he asked as you slipped off your coat in the cozy warmth of the house.

You shrugged. “Not really hungry.”

Joel didn’t say anything. Not right away. He never jumped to conclusions. But he was quieter than usual that night. Thoughtful. His gaze kept flickering to you—watchful, almost guarded. The kind of stare that made your skin itch.

By day five, he was no longer quiet. He was suspicious.

And angry.

“We need to talk,” Joel said that night, arms crossed, jaw tense. The fire crackled behind him, but the room felt cold.

You looked up from the couch, half-curled under a blanket. “Okay... what about?”

His eyes locked with yours. There was something behind them—fear? Panic? Disbelief? Maybe all three. But Joel wore anger like armor. He didn’t do vulnerability unless he was desperate.

“You late?”

You blinked. “What?”

He gestured vaguely. “Your... your period. You late?”

The room spun for a second.

You sat up straighter, your heart starting to pound. “What the fuck, Joel?”

“Just answer the question.”

“Why the hell would you even ask me that?”

Joel didn’t flinch. “You been sick. Avoidin’ food. Tired all the time. You haven’t touched a cup of hot chocolate in a week, and you love hot chocolate. Somethin’s off.”

“I’m tired because I’ve been running around Jackson like a damn mule,” you snapped. “And maybe I’m not hungry because I’m stressed, not pregnant.”

His expression didn’t soften.

“You sure?”

That made something in your chest crack.

You shot up from the couch. “Wow. Okay. So what, you think I’d just get pregnant and not tell you?”

“I think maybe you don’t even know, and that scares the hell outta me.”

“Scares you?”

His words stopped you cold.

“I’m twenty-five, Joel,” you said quietly. “Not sixteen. I’m not stupid.”

“You think this is about your age?”

“What else would it be about?” you bit. “You think I can’t handle the idea of a baby? Or is it that you can’t?”

Joel rubbed his face. “Fuck! That’s not what I—”

“You’re not saying it, but you’re thinking it,” you cut in. “You think I’m reckless. That I’m some dumb kid who let something slip. Is that what I am to you?”

Joel’s hands were fists at his sides. “That’s not what I think.”

“Then why the interrogation?”

“Because I’ve been through this before, dammit!”

The silence that followed was deafening.

You stared at him, blinking fast.

He didn’t yell often. But when he did—it cracked something open. A ghost from the past.

Joel turned away, staring into the fire, breathing hard.

“I’ve had things taken from me,” he said lowly. “Things I never got back. I can’t— I can’t go through that again. Not without knowin’. Not without bein’ prepared.”

You didn’t move.

“So you think if I was pregnant, it’d be something to brace for?” you asked, quieter now. “A disaster waiting to happen?”

Joel didn’t answer.

“Right,” you whispered. “Okay.”

You grabbed your coat.

“Where you goin’?”

“Walk,” you said flatly. “I need some air.”

Joel took a step toward you. “You don’t have to—”

“I’m not pregnant,” you snapped, hand on the doorknob. “But thanks for showing me exactly how you’d react if I ever was.”

The door slammed behind you.

Joel remained standing in the middle of the room, thinking about the mistake he had made by letting his fears speak louder.

[bambiaches]

roommate ! abby headcanons

roommate! abby who’s in her second year of med school. she’s drowning in exams and papers, but never makes it your problem.

roommate! abby who definitely eats protein packed gym food. she won’t admit it- but she much prefers your home cooked meals to her grainy protein pancakes.

roommate! abby who sucks ass at mario kart. she’d much rather spend her evening reading an article of some sort.

roommate! abby who still plays with you every time you ask her. she always plays as koopa troopa. she gets all pouty when she loses and accuses you of cheating.

roommate! abby nursing you back to full health when you’re ill. she’ll cook something other than hard boiled eggs for once- making you soup, forcing medicine down your throat.

roommate! abby who proudly introduces you to all of her friends, dragging you to hang out with them. they seemed a bit skeptical of you at first, but she defended you to heaven and back.

roommate! abby coming back from the gym all sweaty and worn out. she melts onto the couch, complaining to you about her aching quads after leg day.

roommate! abby who texts you with perfect grammar and spelling. she’s like, ‘Should I stock up on groceries? ���🧐🍆🍎🥕’ she sometimes might even throw in a cartoon gif or two.

roommate! abby whose love language is physical touch. she always leaves lingering touches on you, subtly placing a hand on your waist or shoulder- an arm around your shoulder on movie night.

roommate! abby who has definitely picked up on your habits and favourite things. when you’re feeling sick or on your period, she’ll come home with your favourite snacks without having to even ask her.

roommate! abby always grabbing stuff from the shops or the library if it reminds her of you. she especially likes buying you silly socks in your favourite colour or with an unfunny dad joke on it.

roommate! abby who misses alice a lot- always showing you photos of her beloved puppy.

roommate! abby buying a flower vase for the dining table. you two take turns replacing the flowers- and abby buys your favourite flowers every time the old ones begin to wilt.

clearly got a little carried away … i cannot help myself !!!! apologies for any mistakes … it’s midnight

[adelar-storytime]

OC questions

60 questions that can be made into an OC ask game, or you can just fill everything out yourself to get to know your character a little better :)

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[1] What first impression do they typically make? Are they likeable from the get go, or take time to grow on people?

[2] How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

[3] What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?

[4] How physically and emotionally affectionate they are?

[5] Are they good at keeping secrets?

[6] How direct are they in conversations, do they speak in hints and riddles or bluntly say what they think?

[7] Are they a good liar, and what would they probably lie about?

[8] How open they are about their true feelings, both positive and negative?

[9] What is their love language?

[10] How quickly do they fall for someone?

[11] What are small things that make them happy?

[12] How high is their self-esteem?

[13] What kind of sense of humor do they have, if any?

[14] What does it take to make them laugh, and what does their laugh sound like?

[15] How do they act around people they don't like?

[16] Do they easily rely on others to help them out, or prefer doing everything themselves?

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[17] What is their biggest struggle that no one around them is able to understand or believe?

[18] Do they ever have to hide their identity and for what reason?

[19] If they could change one thing about their past, what would they change?

[20] When they’re sad or upset, do they need company or some time alone?

[21] When they’re sick, would they want others to visit and take care of them, or they would rather prefer not to be seen at not their best?

[22] Do they have nightmares, and if yes, when did they start and what are they usually about?

[23] What was the worst, the darkest period of their life that they have been through?

[24] How hard it is for them to not allow their emotions to cloud their judgement?

[25] Do they have fears and phobias, and if they do, do they usually keep it to themselves or talk about it openly?

[26] Do they have any physical or mental ilness, how do they handle it and how open they are about it?

[27] Do they have any scars, how did they get them and how do they feel about them?

[28] What is something that they will never be able to forgive?

[29] How do they deal with loss, stress and anger?

[30] What are their most healthy and most unhealthy coping mechanisms?

[31] How hard it is for them to own up to their mistakes and wrongdoings?

[32] Is there something they've done in the past that they deeply regret till this day?

[33] What are one of their fondest and most treasured memories?

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[34] Do they have vices they don't want others to know about?

[35] Do they like their own appearance, and what do they do, if anything, to alter it in any way?

[36] Do they own items that have sentimental value?

[37] How would they spend a lazy day when they have nothing specific to do?

[38] What do they usually do or where do they go when they need to feel comfortable and safe?

[39] What is their sleeping habits and favorite sleeping position, either alone and with someone?

[40] How picky they are with food, do they have specific dietary requirements based on their health or culture?

[41] What’s their usual morning routine?

[42] What is their idea of a perfect friendly hangout and/or romantic date?

[43] Do they enjoy flirting or being flirted with?

[44] On a party, where would you find them?

[45] For an event, would they dress like they typically do, or go all out?

[46] Would they rather dress to look attractive or to feel comfortable, and what would they never wear?

[47] Do they drink alcohol, and if they do, how much and how often?

[48] Are they, or were they at some point in their life, a part of any subculture?

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[49] Do they possess any unexpected skill or knowledge that surprises others, and otherwise, what is something anyone would assume they know or can do, but in fact they don’t?

[50] What are they really good and really bad at?

[51] How good are they with money?

[52] Do they speak any other languages aside from their own?

[53] Do they like to sing and how confident they are with their singing?

[54] Do they like giving gifts, and how good are they at picking good gifts?

[55] How long does it take for them to make a new place feel like home, and what do they need for it?

[56] How would they react to hearing a dirty joke?

[57] What was the most stupid or dangerous thing they have ever done?

[58] In the situation where they had to choose, would they rather stay loyal to their morals or to people they love?

[59] What would they want to be remembered for?

[60] If they were to commit a crime, what kind of crime would it most likely be?

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some of these question were written myself, some are the courtesy of my friend, and some were brought from my questionnaires in my old fandom. if you use them, please reblog or link back to this post

[catssluvr]

wilderness nat love languages headcanons <3

quality time:

⭑.ᐟ Spending time with you is her favorite thing and that means staying awake at night after a long day, even with her eyes practically begging to be closed, just to be able to enjoy your presence for a little moment.

⭑.ᐟ Loves to swim in the lake with you. Goofing around and tackling you into the water for the whole time. Splashes water onto your face when you’re not paying attention, mumbling fake apologies as she hugs you in a tight embrace and giggles at your scowl.

⭑.ᐟ Takes you hunting with her even if you’re not that good at it, will lie to the others if she has to because who has to know you’re not good with a gun? She can just do it all herself while you walk pretty beside her.

⭑.ᐟ Takes you to the crashed plane or to a nice hidden place so you can both talk about whatever you want or even just sit in a comfortable silence.

words of affirmation:

⭑.ᐟ At first might struggle a bit to tell you of everything she thinks of but will quickly get used to the fact that she will only gain by giving you compliments and expressing the appreciation you deserve.

⭑.ᐟ Tells you she loves you every single day, mostly at more vulnerable times like when you’re both laying inside her hut before sleep or right after waking up. Will whisper it like a prayer into your ear as she kisses your temple gently.

⭑.ᐟ Is the best at reassuring you whenever you feel scared to do something or just at comforting you in general. Tells you about how brave she thinks you are and how you can do anything if you really want to.

⭑.ᐟ Compliments by Nat are given in the most gentle way, in a way you know she means every single word she’s saying.

⭑.ᐟ Will randomly throw compliments like she’s saying something else, telling you about how your hair looks pretty that day before continuing on with whatever task she’s doing.

⭑.ᐟ Whispers them in a more meaningful way when you’re having intimate moments, her eyes burning into your skin like a love flame. Like she’s desperate to just take you all in at once.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, baby.”

acts of service:

⭑.ᐟ Always tries to have your plate be a bit more filled when you’re particularly hungry, even if that means she will eat less. Sneaks berries into your pocket when nobody is watching, casting you a gentle smile as she does so.

⭑.ᐟ Makes sure you have the warmest furs and sleeps in the side of the bed that’s closest to the entrance of her hut, instinctively wanting to keep you protected.

⭑.ᐟ Silently fixes your hair out of your face or even braids it when she notices it’s bothering you in hotter days, all this without waiting to be asked and simply happy to be of any help to you.

⭑.ᐟ Always has your back, defending you when someone tries to start an argument with your or acuse you of anything. Might even take the blame just so that you don’t get punished for something stupid, mostly in the last months of being in the wilderness.

⭑.ᐟ Does your chores when you’re not feeling particularly well because of your period for example , filling up your bottle of water and bringing you food to the hut. Even warms up some water and presses a warm cloth to your stomach to help with the pain.

physical touch:

⭑.ᐟ Considers the touch something crucial in your relationship, saving it mostly for when you’re both alone and get to touch each other as much as you want.

⭑.ᐟ Cuddles up to you at night, hugging your waist with a sluggish arm and nuzzling into your neck, occasionally murmuring incoherent words into it. When you make fun of her bed hair in the morning she will bury her face in your chest and pout like a baby until you kiss it off.

⭑.ᐟ When you’re sitting by the fire she will have her shoulder pressed to yours, taking glances at you once in a while. Sometimes she feels brave enough to interlace her fingers with yours or even lay her head on your shoulder in a sleepy affectionate gesture.

⭑.ᐟ Takes you somewhere private after hunts so you can finally kiss without getting interrupted by any of the girls. Making out until it gets late and you absolutely have to get back or they will get worried.

⭑.ᐟ Her hands will explore you all when she’s kissing you, trying to memorize every single detail of you. Fingers tracing your skin softly as she litters kisses from your jaw to your neck.

⭑.ᐟ Adores playful touches like tickles or gentle bites, mostly if they don’t fail to make you laugh at her antics.

gift giving:

⭑.ᐟ There’s not many options of gifts out in the wilderness but Nat really tries to make an effort at finding meaningful things. Will bring you little pebbles that she found to be pretty on a walk or get one every time you two go out into the woods some time together just to keep the memory eternal.

⭑.ᐟ On spring brings you colorful flowers and sometimes even helps you braid them into your hair. Starts with just picking a random flower in the nature but quickly evolves into making you the prettiest bouquets that she asks one of the girls to help her with.

⭑.ᐟ Makes bandanas and air bands for you with clothes that she won’t be wearing. She even makes two if the fabric is big enough so that you both get to be matching each other.

⭑.ᐟ Gives you on of her rings so you get to keep a bit of her at all times, it’s basically your promise ring. Kisses it whenever you’re holding hands.

[soombee]

𖠋 anton lee as your cutie boyfriend !! ; headcannons ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

chanyoung x the five love languages :3

pairing ; lee chanyoung (anton) x reader

contents ; gn ! reader (period mentioned but u can ignore that if u want) , pet names , so much love (LOL) , not proofread ! :c

an ; he’s so boyfriend bruh im crying 😢😢😢 loveyouantonitoni , i was giggling when i made this hehehehhe

publish date ; dec 6, 2024

⟢ you love how you don’t have to ask him for anything. he will always know what you want, what you need. he understands all of your languages fluently, you will never ever have to spend your whole lifetime translating your soul for someone who refuses to understand your heart.

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physical touch ᰔᩚ

꩜ bf ! anton who’s lifeline is your skin, always looking for an opportunity to stay close to you.

꩜ bf ! anton who’s absolutely in love with holding your waist

꩜ bf ! anton who always keeps a hand on your thigh while he drives, squeezing it occasionally, playfully rubbing circles on your skin

꩜ bf ! anton who pulls you into his lap when he’s sitting, wrapping his arms around your waist (as he watches tv on the couch, as he plays games with seunghan, it doesn’t matter)

꩜ bf ! anton who gives massages whenever you’re sore, always ready to ease your tension (and vice versa)

꩜ bf ! anton who can’t resist tickling you, even though he jumps when you even touch his sides

꩜ bf ! anton who strokes your arm ans rests his head on your shoulder in quiet moments

꩜ bf ! anton who fidgets with your hands when he’s nervous. who lets you, and only you, play with his face and luscious locks (as he calls it)

꩜ bf ! anton who loves when you do his skincare routine or put his hair in little pigtails (maybe both?)

꩜ bf ! anton who will carry you bridal style to the bedroom if you tease him a bit too much..

꩜ bf ! anton who dances with you in the middle of the night to slow love songs, pulling you close and dipping you into the softest of kisses

꩜ bf ! anton who teaches you his group’s choreography, placing his hands gently on your hips and hands to guide you

꩜ bf ! anton who puts your legs on his lap when you’re sitting together

꩜ bf ! anton who slithers his hand under your shirt as you both fall asleep in each other’s presence

꩜ bf ! anton who always holds your hand, no matter what—sweaty palms? don’t care. busy? you have another hand. you need two hands? his other hand is free.

꩜ bf ! anton who, if you’re cuddling and he’s uncomfortable, will lift and readjust you with ease, ensuring you’re still comfortable

꩜ bf ! anton hugs you endlessly, until his cologne clings to your skin, until he makes an imprint on your skin

acts of service .☘︎ ݁

꩜ bf ! anton who fixes your clothes when he notices they’re misplaced or wrinkled, always making sure you look your best

꩜ bf ! anton who ties your shoes for you, even if it means dirtying his knee (you’d feel bad) (he doesn’t care)

꩜ bf ! anton who feeds you his food on dates because he catches you staring at his plate

꩜ bf ! anton who gently wipes your face with tissues, whether it’s messy from food or streaked with tears

꩜ bf ! anton who carries pads or tampons with him just in case you’re caught off guard (stupid periods)

꩜ bf ! anton who offers to paint your nails when he notices they’re chipped, making them perfect again

꩜ bf ! anton who keeps a lint roller in his car because he knows how much you hate lint on your clothes

꩜ bf ! anton who carries you from the beach to clean the sand off your feet, knowing how much stepping on wet sand irritates you

꩜ bf ! anton who plans self care nights with matching pajamas, face masks, and doing each other’s skincare routines

꩜ bf ! anton who takes care of you when you’re sick, drunk, or just feeling down, because loving you is his favorite thing to do

words of affirmation ⋆｡°•☁︎

꩜ bf ! anton who will always want to know how you feel, how you’re doing, and loves getting updates about your day

꩜ bf ! anton who sends you random paragraphs while you’re asleep, pouring his thoughts into messages you’ll wake up to

꩜ bf ! anton who loves to writes silly love letters when you’re away, hiding them in your jacket pockets for you to find later

꩜ bf ! anton who calls you beautiful, the love of his life, his wife, his everything—making sure you always feel adored

꩜ bf ! anton who is soft spoken but intentional, leaving no room for doubt about how much he loves and cherishes you

꩜ bf ! anton who craves long, intimate talks in the dead of night, with only your voice and soft music filling the air

- but i’m falling behind. “i’m still so proud of you, my yn”

- do you still love me? “always in all ways”

- i did it!!! “i knew you could do it!”

- did you see that, toni?! “that’s my baby”

- you deserve more than me.. “you complete me”

- i look so ugly today.. “the presence of you give my butterflies”

- i hope you have fun w riize today!! don’t worry about texting me :) “don’t be ridiculous, i’ll update you, baby”

gift giving / receiving 𝜗𝜚

꩜ bf ! anton who loves giving you gifts, whether they’re expensive or handmade, because he loves spoiling you

꩜ bf ! anton who surprises you with two jellycats every week—one resembling you and the other him—because you casually mentioned wanting one

꩜ bf ! anton who immediately says, “okay, let’s go,” when a new movie you’ve been waiting for is released, happily paying for tickets

꩜ bf ! anton who fully supports your new collection, making sure to contribute whenever he can (smiskis, sonny angels, legos, etc)

꩜ bf ! anton who snoops through your tiktok reposts to find things he can buy or create just to make you smile

꩜ bf ! anton who makes pipe cleaner versions of your favorite flowers, even though they’re slightly (noticeably) wonky

꩜ bf ! anton who turns your polaroid obsession into a reason to make you a custom journal filled with your memories

꩜ bf ! anton who isn’t great at arts and crafts but always tries, just to see your radiant smile and flushed cheeks that he loves so much

꩜ bf ! anton who cherishes the gifts you give him just as much, turning it into an unspoken little competition between you two

꩜ bf ! anton who lights up and lifts you up in the air when you surprise him with the shoes he’s been wanting for months

꩜ bf ! anton who treasures the little things, like the seashell you found and thought of him

꩜ bf ! anton who proudly wears the white tee you transformed with pink lipstick kisses, saying it’s his favorite shirt

꩜ bf ! anton who notices the way you handpick his favorite candies just because they’re his favorite color

꩜ bf ! anton who doesn’t care about any material thing because to him, you’re the greatest gift he’s ever received

quality time 𖤐

꩜ bf ! anton who doesn’t care whether you go out or stay in; he just wants to bask in your presence

꩜ bf ! anton who refuses to let you spend money on him because your company is all he ever needs in life

꩜ bf ! anton who will follow you anywhere—even if he’s sore from practice—because being with you is worth the cramps

꩜ bf ! anton who stays mentally present, writing down random plans in your shared calendar and putting his phone away to focus on you

꩜ bf ! anton who never sees you as needy and never complains about the time you spend together, only that there isn’t enough time in the year

꩜ bf ! anton who drags you along to his photoshoots, shoots, and backstage moments, just to have you nearby

꩜ bf ! anton who will always ask if you want to run errands with him, knowing your answer is (and will always be) yes

꩜ bf ! anton who loves random facetimes, sleep calls, and mornings spent getting ready together

꩜ bf ! anton who “helps” you in the kitchen but really just makes a mess and watches you with heart eyes, his drool pooling below him

꩜ bf ! anton who craves the simplest forms of intimacy: skin to skin, soft words, and just being near each other

purely © soombee ‘s work ― all rights reserved !! please refrain from copying , stealing , or translating my work ( w/o permission ) thanku!

taglist (open) ! @1starqi

[malsmind]

the sweetest

chris sturniolo x reader

“what’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done?” “fuck a girl on her period.”

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, period sex, fingering, praising, pet names (baby,ma, angel), very fluffy n sweet, aftercare!

author's note: inspired by that one question lil peep was asked in an interview

wc: 1.1k

english is not my first language!

your day’s been shit. you’re on your period, your cramps aren’t as bad as they usually are, but you’re just not in the best mood. you’re tired, you can’t be bothered to get things done, it sucked. your boyfriend has been the sweetest to you the whole day. getting you food, giving you back massages, cuddling with you all day long, whatever you wanted, he did it.

you stepped out of the shower, drying yourself off, already missing the feeling of the warm water running over your aching muscles. you put your clothes on and left the bathroom. chris was laying on his bed, scrolling trough his phone while the movie you put on was on pause, ready to be watched. chris looked up from his phone, giving you a warm smile. “you feelin’ a little better?” he asked, putting his phone down.

“not much, honestly wish i could stay in the shower forever” you whine, flopping down on the bed beside him. “it’s just so relaxing you know what i mean?”

“yeah i get what you mean” he chuckled, pulling you into his arms. you cuddled up to him, his warm hands immediately landing on your lower stomach, knowing you love feeling the comfort of his touch whenever you’re on your period. he pressed play on the movie, leaning back against the headboard. you got comfortable in his arms, resting your head on his chest, watching the movie play on the TV in-front of you.

chris’s fingers trace over your stomach in a soothing manner, making you tense up slightly at the feeling.

as the movie went on, your eyes scanned over the way his fingers traced your stomach. it was so innocent, he was just making sure you were comfortable, after all. you couldn’t help but imagine the many other ways your boyfriends fingers made you feel good. chris of course noticed the way your eyes followed his fingers every movements, a small grin tugging at his lips. chris moved his fingers lower down, playing with the waistband of your shorts. your breath hitched a little when he glided his fingers along.

“you not gonna watch the movie? haven’t seen your eyes look up at the screen once in the past 10 minutes, baby.” his voice pulled you out of your trance, making you rearrange your eyes back to the TV screen. “sorry, zoned out.”

your answer made chris chuckle. watching you try your hardest to put your focus back to the movie playing, chris leaned up a little, fully aware of what’s going trough your head. he slid his hand into your shorts, watching you intently, as his fingers danced over your clothed heat. you knew what his intentions were, and you also knew that he basically read your mind. you melted into his touch, leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

“you want me to touch you?” he spoke lowly, waiting for your consent before going any further.

“i’m on my period chris…” you sighed knowing that more than anything right now you wanted his fingers to relief the tension in your body.

“i’m aware, so can i touch you?”

his words made you sink your teeth into your lower lip and you nodded. he wasted no time, pulling your panties aside to run his fingers trough your wet folds, carefully pushing them inside your needy hole. his fingers moved slowly, in and out. you let out a sigh of relief, your body relaxing and the tension in your muscles loosening.

the movie in the background was long forgotten as chris’s fingers curled up. you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, muffling your moans while his fingers picked up their pace. chris placed a small kiss on top of your head before speaking up, “could give you more than just my fingers if you want..”

“what about the mess? i don’t wanna get your sheets bloody chris..” chris pulled his fingers out, moving on top of you. his lips met yours and he kissed you sweetly, slowly moving down to press slow, soft kisses to your neck. “you know i don’t mind ‘the mess’. jus’ wanna make you feel good.” he mumbled against your skin. you agreed, mumbling a small ‘okay’.

his hands carefully tugged your shorts off along with your underwear, pulling his own down. he took his dick into his hand, rubbing his tip along your slit, lubricating it in your wet mix of period blood and arousal. chris slowly pushed his hips forward, making sure he wasn’t inflicting any pain on you when his dick glided smoothly into your pussy. you bit your lip, gripping his shoulders when he bottomed out inside of you, letting out a low groan. his hips moved slowly into yours, the squelching sound of his dick moving in and out of you filling the room, mixing with the sound of the TV playing. delicate moans left your lips when he picked up his pace, leaning his head down to press his lips to your neck again.

“doin’ sooo good for me baby, fuck..” he praised, small moans leaving his lips now.

“lookin’ so pretty, shit ma.”

his words made you go crazy. the way he always made sure you felt so good. you could feel yourself getting close, your orgasm building up with every thrust of his hips into your own. chris knew you were close too, your walls clenching around his dick while he moved in and out of you, always hitting all the right spots.

“good girl, that’s it.” he breathed out, approaching his own orgasm.

“yes, juuust like that baby.”

before you knew it, your moans grew louder and your orgasm washed over you, making your legs cross behind his back, pulling him closer into you. chris couldn’t hold back either, feeling you cumming around him did it for him. his head fell onto your shoulder, muffling his own moans and with one more thrust, his cum coated your walls.

the both of you laid there for a little while, catching your breath. he carefully moved up and pulled out of you, looking down at where your bodies were connected just a second ago. he grabbed his boxers to clean both you and himself up.

“didn’t make that much of a mess.” he smiled down at you. you hummed in response, your eyes were heavy, you were surprised at how much your orgasm wore you out. chris threw his boxers aside, laying down behind you, pulling you back into his chest.

“you okay angel?” he asked, placing small kisses over your face.

“mhmm, tired.” you mumbled out, cuddling back into his body. his arms hugged around your waist, holding you close. both of you were more tired out than you thought you’d be, with the warmth and comfort of each others body, you eventually gave in to your tiredness and drifted off to sleep. chris wasn’t far behind, giving you a few more kisses before relaxing back onto his pillow, holding you in his arms as he fell asleep aswell.

© 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

dividers by @strangergraphics

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@sturniololuv08 @middlepartmatt @forgottxen @emely9274 @impossiblecollectorcat @staargazr

[moonyflesh]

dating Logan Howlett would include…

WARNINGS: smutty. p in v, oral sex, fingering, breeding kink, orgasm teasing/control, mentions of aggressive/risky sex, (language, obviously), etc. - [🔞]

CHARACTERS: James “Logan” Howlett (MARVEL/X-MEN/WOLVERINE)

🐾 .*.. 🩹

- possessive smacks on the ass when you pass him in the hall.

- all talk, but no bite (he would never actually hurt you).

- routine scalp massages (on both ends), usually ending in you both being passed out on the other’s bed.

- having to label what food is yours, or he will eat it.

- constantly scolding him for his chapped lips…where he continuously looses the chapsticks you graciously lend him (he always buys you more).

- playful banter that usually ends with you bent over whatever flat surface is nearby.

- having to get used to loud chewing. i mean, it’s Logan. what do you expect?

- not much physical show of affection in public- that’s reserved for behind closed doors. (an occasional press of his lips to your forehead, or his hand on the small of your back is as far as he’s willing to put on display for the student’s prying eyes).

- thriving off of each other’s warmth at night- tangled up in each other under some thin duvet.

- country, bluegrass, and old as fuck music. don’t you dare even think about turning on “that shitty music you like so much” around him.

- being turned on by your makeup on him in some way— lipstick prints smeared along the collar of his white t-shirt- your mascara running down your face and smearing onto his fingers when he wipes it off.

- (^) just you making an absolute mess on him in general. he fucking loves it.

- needing to take sharp intakes of breath in between his kisses, since he physically can hold his breath for much longer than the “average mutant”.

- rough, meaningful sex. there is no such thing as a ‘quickie’ in his book. he wants to savor your moments of vulnerability.

- more teeth than tongue. he wants to feel how you squirm under him when his canines sink into your lips, shoulders, and inner thighs.

- (^) lovebites and hickeys. you’re not allowed to leave the house unless there’s something that’s marking you as taken. as his.

- wearing his clothes when he’s gone for long periods of time.

- long motorcycle rides, usually at night. (he makes you wear a helmet and plenty of protective leather, much to his enjoyment).

- soaking in your scent. he always knows when your needy. he can smell it on you.

- oh, and he smells like cedar wood and pine. Maybe a bit of cigar smoke- his natural sweat smell he can’t seem to get rid of? Something Iike that.

- (^) him going absolutely feral when he can smell himself on you- his cologne, cigars- just his general aura on you is such a massive turn on for him.

- lots of loving nips and kisses, though. constantly has his lips pressed against the nape of your neck or crown of your skull.

- sleeps with you in his arms. no way in hell you’re allowed to wake up before him.

- face sitting. he wants every pound of you on his mouth and nose, his arms wrapped up and around your thighs, pushing your cunt into his tongue.

- wanting to feel good too. no matter how hard he’s been going down on you, he wants release, too.

- praise. lots of shrewd language and name-calling.

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“fuck, that’s my good fucking girl- you’re doing so good, sweetheart- so pretty all sweaty and wet cuzzah’ me, huh?”

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- face fucking. he’ll stop no matter how close he is to his peak if you need him to, but he wants it so far down your throat. and you better swallow every last drop.

- breeding kink? idk i just feel like he’s super into seeing you carry his kid (only when you’re ready, though. he of all people knows what a big deal pregnancy is).

- decent aftercare. he at least puts some amount of effort into it; probably brings you a glass of lukewarm water, a damp towel from his bathroom, maybe one of his t-shirts if he thinks of it.

- expect to wait a while for him to say “i love you” back. he’s been hurt. too many times. he loves you, he breathes you, he craves you. he just doesn’t know if he’s ready to actually admit that to himself yet, let alone to you.

[akutsuir]

Where the silence screams ⸝⸝

(Love and Deepspace)

part 2

⟡ some angst with the lads boys cause i am so fucking tired of these history when they doing their shit and reader just forgive them so quickly without make them beg for forgiveness >⩊<

⟡ Characters: Xavier, Rafayel, Sylus, Zayne, Caleb

⟡ Synopsis: You try to help them after a tough time, and they end up throwing everything at you, so you give them the punishment of silence in return :)

English is not my native language, please forgive any mistakes

Xavier

The sound of the door unlocking was quiet — barely audible — but you recognized it instantly.

Xavier.

He always moved like he was trying not to disturb the world, even when the chaos clung to him like a second skin.

You were on his couch, just as you promised. You’d wait for him to return from the mission. In the soft hush of the night, the only sounds were the hum of overhead lights and the steady patter of rain against the windows. But when he walked in… something was off.

His steps were stiff. Shoulders tense. He didn’t speak. No “I’m back.” No “I missed you.”

You stood up slowly, cautious.

“Hey… how was the mission?”

He unbuttoned his uniform with more force than necessary and walked right past you. A low, almost inaudible grunt slipped from him.

“Such a pain. As usual.”

You swallowed the unease. He was exhausted — maybe not physically, but emotionally. You could see it. You knew how to read him better than anyone.

“I made you something to eat… and I organized your mission logs. They were all out of order, and—”

“I didn’t ask you to touch my files.”

His voice was sharp — not loud, but cutting.

You blinked, surprised. He rarely raised his voice. And rarer still… did he ever speak to you like that.

“I was just trying to help,” you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Help?” He let out a heavy sigh. “Sometimes you overwhelm me. Always trying to fix things. Like I’m fragile. I don’t need that right now. I just… want some silence.”

It hit like a cold slap. A final period on a sentence you didn’t write.

You stood there for a moment, stunned. Watching him. The weight in his shoulders, the frustration in his face, the storm he carried inside. You knew this wasn’t about you — not really. But that didn’t make the words hurt any less.

“I see.” Your voice was even, frost-coated. “Silence is what you want?”

He didn’t answer. Maybe already regretting it — but it was too late.

You picked up your things. No fight. No drama. You just walked to the door, opened it, and said over your shoulder:

“Then enjoy it.”

And you left.

»

Two hours later, Xavier was standing on the balcony of his apartment, arms leaning against the railing, eyes fixed on your window below.

Dark.

No lights. No noise.

The regret settled in like gravity. The anger had vanished the moment the door clicked shut behind you. All that remained now was the silence he thought he wanted.

But the apartment was cold. Empty. The food you’d left untouched. The mission data perfectly sorted — something he never could’ve done on his own. You always helped. Always.

And he’d driven away the one person who still anchored him to something real.

He moved.

Barefoot, he took the stairs down, tripping over his own feet, and knocked on your door. Once. Twice. Three times.

Nothing.

“[Name]… please.”

His voice was quiet. Frayed.

“I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was tired. Frustrated. Not at you.”

Silence.

He pressed his forehead to your door, fists clenched by his sides.

“You give me peace… even when everything inside me screams. And I threw that away. I know I deserve your silence right now. But if you’re still listening…”

A pause.

“I’m not good with words. Or feelings. But you’re the only person I want to share the chaos with. And if you let me, I swear… I’ll try to be better.”

He swallowed hard, leaning closer to the door.

“I’ll take it all back if I could. Every word. I’d rewind time just to hold you a second longer before I ruined it.”

His voice cracked:

“Do you remember the first time I told you you made me feel calm? You laughed. You didn’t believe me. But it was true. You silence the noise. And now I’m the one who broke that quiet.”

He hesitated, breath hitching.

“I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll stay right here. I’ll earn your voice back, even if all I get tonight is your silence.”

A whisper, almost broken:

“Please don’t unlove me yet…”

Still nothing.

But he stayed there, waiting.

Even if it took all night, sitting in the cold hallway between your two apartments, Xavier would wait for your light to return.

Rafayel

The sun filtered through the windows of the studio, warm and golden — but inside, the air felt heavy. Thick. Almost unbreathable.

Unfinished canvases leaned against the walls, staring back at him like ghosts. Rafayel sat motionless in front of a blank one, eyes bloodshot, hands twitching. He hadn’t slept properly in days. Maybe weeks.

You were there, sitting on the old armchair across the room, watching him silently. Careful not to interrupt, not to push too hard. But you couldn’t keep holding your breath forever.

You finally stood up and walked toward him, voice soft.

“Rafayel… maybe take a break? Just five minutes. Some tea—clear your head a little.”

He let out a dry, hollow laugh without turning to look at you.

“Tea isn’t going to finish these damn paintings,” he muttered. “Tea won’t save me from the disaster this exhibition is turning into.”

You took a breath, trying to stay calm.

“I’m not saying to give up. I’m saying you can’t keep breaking yourself like this—”

“I don’t need you to play therapist,” he snapped, finally facing you. His tone was sharper than his usual detached calm. “I don’t need you hovering over me, treating me like I’m fragile. You don’t get it.”

That stung. But you still held your ground.

“I’m just trying to help.”

“Then stop.” His voice dropped lower, colder. “If you really want to help, be quiet. Or better yet… just go. Go live your perfect little life and leave me to finish what’s left of mine.”

You stared at him in stunned silence. The words weren’t shouted, but they landed like a slap. He knew it too — you saw it in the flicker of regret that crossed his face right after.

But he didn’t apologize. He just turned back to the canvas, like he hadn’t just burned the room down.

You stood there a moment longer, then calmly picked up your bag.

“Fine,” you said, voice steady. “Have it your way.”

You left without slamming the door. Without yelling.

No drama.

Just silence.

And that silence said everything.

»

The moment you were gone, the studio changed.

It wasn’t peaceful anymore. It was hollow. Echoing.

Rafayel told himself you’d come back. Maybe in an hour. Maybe by nightfall. He waited. He painted — or tried to. But the canvas stayed blank. Like him.

You didn’t call. You didn’t answer his messages. You didn’t listen to the audio he sent at 2:17 AM:

“I said the wrong things. I know that. I pushed you away. I was scared and cornered and angry, and I aimed it at you. You didn’t deserve it. Please… please talk to me. Don’t leave me alone in this, cutie.”

At 2:43 AM, another voice message came through:

“I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see your face the moment you walked out. I didn’t mean it, any of it. I just— I need you. Please, I’m sorry.”

At 3:12 AM, he typed, deleted, retyped, and finally sent:

“Come home. I’ll do anything. I’ll fix it. I swear.”

By 4:06 AM, his voice cracked in another audio:

“Do you hate me now? Is that it? I hate me too. I’d rather you scream at me, throw something, anything, just… don’t stay quiet. Don’t disappear like this.”

Still, your silence stayed.

It was the only thing louder than his guilt.

»

That night, he finally painted again. Not for the exhibition. Not for critics. Just because he needed to breathe.

He painted you.

Standing in front of a half-open door, light flooding in from behind you, your face turned away.

Unreachable.

Gone.

In the corner of the canvas, he scrawled the title in a fit of pain and honesty:

“Forgive me…”

Sylus

The door shuts behind you with a soft click, sealing away the noise from the base. You approach with a clean cloth and a small box of medicine, careful not to disturb him more than necessary.

He’s on the couch, head down, silver hair falling over his eyes. He doesn’t move. But you can feel the tension in the air like a live wire.

“I brought something to help…” you say gently.

Sylus lets out a dry laugh, still not looking at you.

“Of course you did. Like always.” He waves a hand with a lazy flick. “Because clearly, you know exactly what someone like me needs, right?”

You swallow hard. His words aren’t sharp — not outright — but the coldness cuts deeper than a blade.

“I just thought… maybe you could use a break. With me.” You kneel beside the couch, opening the box.

He finally looks at you — and his gaze is like shattered glass.

“A break? With everything I’m dealing with?” He laughs again, bitter. “Cute. You think this all goes away with a damp cloth and emotional proximity?”

You pause.

“I’m not trying to fix anything. Just… be here. Help, a little.”

He leans forward, takes the cloth from your hand — a gesture that looks soft, but feels forced.

“And I’m telling you I didn’t ask for it. You’re here because you want to feel useful, not because I need you. Let’s not pretend otherwise, yeah?”

His words sink deeper than they should — not loud, not cruel, but laced with just enough contempt to make your chest tighten.

You freeze in place, absorbing the words you just heard. And then, you stand up and slowly step away.

“Alright.”

You reply, coldly. No hurt, no anger. Heading toward the door.

“Good night, Sylus.”

No door slammed. No looking back.

And then you’re gone.

»

He hasn’t moved since you left. Silence isn’t rare in this place — but tonight, it sinks in deep. Suffocating. He tells himself it’s fine. That you’ll come back. That this was necessary. But there’s no message. No knock. Not even a sarcastic “still alive?”

Just emptiness.

That itch under his skin starts small.

Then turns into irritation.

Then worse: uncertainty.

He stares at the wall for what feels like hours. The hum of the base fades into nothing — all that’s left is the weight of your absence pressing on his chest like a steel plate.

His fingers twitch.

Eventually, he grabs his phone from the table with a sharp motion, as if it somehow offended him just by existing.

The screen lights up. No new messages.

He scoffs quietly, jaw tightening.

He opens your chat. His thumb hovers over the keyboard. Closes the app. Opens it again. Types. Deletes. Types again.

This is stupid.

He exhales through his nose. And finally starts to type.

[Message — 2:21 AM]

“How long is this little tantrum supposed to last?”

[Message — 2:44 AM]

“If you’re gonna keep playing the silent game, at least let me know you’re breathing.”

[Message — 3:12 AM]

“…Fine. Ignore me. You’re good at that.”

[Message — 3:38 AM]

“I didn’t mean it. Alright? That crap I said earlier. You know I didn’t mean it.”

[Message — 3:54 AM]

“You can be mad. Just… don’t disappear like that.”

[Message — 4:00 AM]

“Please.”

[Message — 4:07 AM]

“I’m sorry.”

He stares at the screen for a long time after that last message.

No reply. No read receipt. Nothing.

The silence isn’t just quiet anymore, it’s loud. Echoing. Gnawing at the corners of his mind.

And for once, there’s no battle, no mission, no distraction strong enough to pull him out of it. Just the memory of your eyes right before you walked out.

Not angry.

Not hurt.

Just… done.

He replays every word he said. How cold he sounded. How easy it was to push you away when all you did was care.

And now?

Now the silence is a mirror.

And he hates what he sees in it.

And for the first time in a long, long time, Sylus isn’t sure if he’s strong enough to fix what he broke.

Or if you’ll even let him try.

Zayne

The house was quiet when he arrived, his shoulders stiff, the lab coat still loosely folded under his arm. Zayne dropped his keys on the table with a short sigh, not even glancing at you.

You approached cautiously, your voice gentle:

“Zayne… you look exhausted. Do you want me to run you a hot bath? Or—”

“I’m fine.” He replied curtly, his eyes fixed on nothing.

You hesitated but moved a little closer.

“Love, you don’t have to carry everything alone. Let me take care of you, just a little?”

That’s when he finally turned, but his gaze was sharp and cutting.

“I don’t need you hovering over me.” His words came out harsh. “It’s already hard enough without someone trying to ‘help’ when all I want is silence.”

You froze. Your eyes burned, but you said nothing. You just nodded silently, turned around, and left the room.

He heard the bedroom door close softly.

And the silence he asked for fell like a sentence.

»

Minutes turned into hours. He finished a cold shower. Tried to work. Tried to pretend it didn’t hurt. But the house was too quiet. No message from you. No light touch calling him.

Zayne stepped slowly to the bedroom door, hesitating before entering. You were lying on your side, your eyes closed, your body tense as if trying to hide from the world.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, guilt squeezing his chest.

“Hey…” His voice was low, almost a whisper. “I didn’t mean what I said. I was… just too stressed. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

Silence.

He took a step closer to the bed, but you didn’t move.

“Please, you don’t even have to look at me, just… don’t stay like this… please.” His fingers reached for yours but stopped in midair, afraid to touch.

Another heavy silence.

Zayne took a deep breath, looking away for a moment, trying to control the storm inside him.

“I know you don’t want to see me right now, and I understand that. I just… want you to know I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” His voice was firmer now, full of sincerity and pain. “I regret it.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, still, feeling the emptiness of your absence.

After a few minutes, he stood up slowly, casting one last glance your way before leaving the room.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’m here.” He whispered, closing the door gently.

In the quiet place, he was left alone with his guilt and the desperate wish to fix what he broke — even if, for now, all he could do was wait patiently.

Caleb

The soft lights of the fleet’s central control room did little to hide the tension weighing down Caleb’s shoulders. He stood silently in front of a glowing holographic screen, eyes scanning battle data and encrypted communications without blinking.

You stepped inside the room quietly, and the sound of the door sliding shut was the only thing that made him glance in your direction.

“You should be resting,” he said, voice low, attempting a gentle smile. “It’s late.”

“I know… but so should you.” You walked closer, concern etched across your features. “I can see it in your face, Caleb. You’re not okay.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, clearly fighting against the part of himself that wanted to stay vulnerable.

“I’m handling it, pipsqueak.” he muttered, softer than usual. “Everything’s under control. I just need more time.”

You stopped next to him, trying to meet his eyes. “Then let me help. I can look at the data with you, help process the mission details or the crew assessments. Anything to take some of the weight off.”

He didn’t respond right away. The silence grew heavier between you.

“I’m not a burden, Caleb,” you continued, more firmly now. “You don’t have to carry all of this alone. The Fleet is important, but I’m here too. And I see you tearing yourself apart.”

That was when something in him cracked.

“Enough.” he snapped, the edge in his voice cutting through the air like a blade. He turned toward you fully now, expression cold and tired. “This isn’t about you. Don’t get involved in Fleet affairs. I don’t need you meddling and making things harder than they already are.”

You took a step back, stunned. But he didn’t stop there.

“You don’t get it. This isn’t some childish puzzle you can fix just because you’re worried. You’re not part of this. You’re just… in the way right now.”

The air was sharp with silence.

Your throat tightened, but you said nothing. Not a word.

Just a quiet nod — not of agreement, but acknowledgment — and then you turned around and walked out, leaving him alone in the cold blue light of the command room.

You returned to his home, the same one you’d been staying at since you arrived in Skyhaven. You entered without turning on the lights, moving through the familiar rooms with heavy steps.

Instead of the shared bedroom, you went to the guest room. The one farthest down the hall. You didn’t bother changing or turning on the lights. You lay down on the bed, back facing the door, and let silence wrap around you.

Then, finally, you closed your eyes and felt the sting of unshed tears begin to burn.

»

Caleb arrived home two hours later. The door shut behind him with a faint hiss, but the silence that followed was suffocating.

“Pipsqueak?” he called gently.

Nothing.

He checked the main bedroom. Untouched. Made. Empty.

A tight, hollow ache formed in his chest. He moved quickly down the hall to the guest room. The door was shut.

He knocked softly. “Can I come in?”

No reply.

He pushed the door open slowly. The room was dark, and you lay still on the bed, turned away. Awake. Breathing. Quiet.

He lingered in the doorway, unsure, then took a hesitant step inside.

“I was out of line,” he began, voice rough. “I know you were just trying to help. I saw that in your eyes, and I still… I still lashed out at you.”

You didn’t move. Not a word. Not a breath out of place.

“I’m not asking for forgiveness right now,” he added, approaching the bed slowly. “I just… please, don’t shut me out. Be angry. Yell at me. Just… don’t go quiet on me.”

No reaction.

And that silence — that unbearable, absolute silence — shattered what little was left of his control.

“I brought you here because I needed you, pipsqueak,” he whispered, kneeling down beside the bed. “Because you’re the only thing that keeps me grounded. I can face any enemy, command any fleet… but this? This silence? It’s killing me.”

He rested his head against the mattress edge, his hands clasped together as if praying for a second chance. Minutes passed. Maybe hours.

You stayed still.

Eventually, he let out a slow, broken breath.

“I’ll give you space,” he said quietly, barely audible. “Even if you never forgive me, I’ll keep trying to be someone who deserves you.”

He stood up slowly, like someone carrying far more weight than just guilt. Before leaving, he paused, looking at you one last time. Still, you didn’t turn. Didn’t speak.

He left the door slightly ajar — a small, fragile gesture of hope.

And then he walked away.

The house fell silent again.

But now, it was a silence thick with everything he should have said sooner — and everything he feared might already be too late to fix.

··························· ➜

[shanesevikasfuckdoll]

Sevika Headcanons 🦾

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

What I think Sevika would be like generally. a little bit of switch Sevika. 🦾

SFW:

She can cook well. She just doesn't cook OFTEN. I think that's something people don't get, but I think she's a good cook.

If you can't cook, she'll happily cook for the both of you.

If you can't, she'll probably most definitely make fun of you for not knowing how to use a knife, but she'll be happy to cook for you.

As long as you wash the dishes.

She does not have a type at all. Physical appearance? None. All she wants is someone competent, and someone that is okay with her not being home as much. But she does make it up to you.

If you have long hair, she'll braid it, and even help you oil your scalp once in awhile, like her mother taught her to.

If you have short and buzzed hair, she likes to run her hand through the freshly buzzed hair, and also like to help you oil your scalp.

Amazing with henna. You once bought her some henna, and she teared up a little bit, since it's been a long time since she's ever done henna on herself, ever since her mom died.

She decorates you with henna once in awhile, during her free time, and she likes to teach you about her culture that her mom has passed down onto her, and you help her heal her inner child by doing that.

You like to get her in touch of her culture, and she likes you even more because of that. In Zaun, there's not much of a place for sentimentality, but this, her culture, her mother is a part of her, and you like to remind her that with what happens everyday, she's still herself. That she's not just a woman fighting for the freedom of Zaun, that she's also herself.

She tends to forget that, after all.

TOUCH STARVED AS HELL.

Won't let just anyone touch her, only you, though.

She's actually really clingy. I mean, REALLY clingy. You'd be surprised. Of course, she still has a reputation to maintain, but even so, she doesn't shy away from showing you love outside the comfort of your own home.

Her love languages are definitely Acts of Service, Physical Touch, and Gift Giving.

She likes to do small things for you, like make you a cup of coffee in the morning. Charge your phone, when you're asleep. Give you a massage when you had a particularly bad day.

I lied. It's not small things, she does EVERYTHING for you. Opening doors wherever you go. Helping you change out of your clothes when you're drunk. Carrying you wherever, when your feet feel tired. Anything, you name it.

For gift giving, she likes getting you stuff that remind her of you. Like, a particular flower, or trinket, that she thinks you'll love, she'll find a way to get it. If she can't however, she'll just tell you about it. "I saw a butterfly. Reminded me of you" Anything.

Sometimes, when she goes away for long periods of time, you better expect 2 things. 1. she'll come home with alot of bruises and cuts. 2. She brought food, or a little trinket.

When Sevika is out for a work trip, she'll call you the whole way there, until she has to get off the trainz and actually do business.

Hates, hates, hates when you're the one going out, and it's her rest day. She's not stopping you from having your own life, she's just a baby that wants your undivided love and attention. And who are you to deny her of such?

Not often jealous, but extremely possessive.

I lied, she is a bit jealous, but not because she doesn't trust you. She doesn't trust other people.

One time you were out at night and a guy catcalled you. Ooh, boy, let's just say he was beyond saving at that point.

She's EXTREMELY loyal. That actually goes without saying, but just wanted to put that out there.

And you're as loyal to her as she is to you. That's what she admires so much about you, not just the love, but the loyalty, and how she knows that you're always on her side, and you'll choose her no matter what.

She loves, loves, loves it when you cut her hair. You're the only person besides a barber that can touch her hair.

She's really careful of not hitting, or crushing you with her robotic hand, and at first, she doesn't even touch you with it. But when you show her it's okay, and you're not scared of her, she loosens up a bit, and lets you hold it. With caution.

She likes it when you caress her face, and absolutely loves it when you kiss her knuckles. Even on her robotic hand.

She giggles like a little girl, when you two are alone. It's kind of cute to see her that way. That's her way of showing her vulnerability.

She loves drama. There's alot of perks of being the right hand woman. She gets to hear everything going on in Zaun. Although she is a quiet woman, she'll tell you everything that happened throughout the day, any drama that she comes across, and you guys laugh together about it. "Did you know (name) and (name) just got divorced?! Turns out (name) was a cheating prick!" She gossips to you. you of course match her energy, and be as shocked as her, "I fucking knew it!"

That was your bonding time with her. Yup, gossiping.

She sleeps with her on your chest, and you cuddle her head, and wrap your legs around her.

Her idea of a date is having you on top of her on the couch, as you both binge eat, and watch some horror together.

She is a bit of a scardey cat, when it comes to horror, so often times, her grip tightens on you, and she'll hide her face in your chest. You pause the movie, and comfort her, and change it to comedy, or something.

NSFW:

She's a bit of a switch.

She gets really turned on, when you comfort her in your chest though. Sometimes you think she just does it for the attention, but you don't seem to mind.

"You want me to change it, baby? Yeah?" You say, as you run your fingers through her hair. She nods. "mhm"

she says, and you change the channel immedietly. She flips the two of you, and now she's on top of you. You're now watching a dumb sitcom, and she's peppering your face with kisses.

You giggle at her antics, but don't try to stop her. "Oh, my baby, were you scared?" you coo at her, your legs high above the air, and you caress her face.

"Mhm, so scared." She says to you. She takes your sweater off, admiring the view. She's careful not to crush you with her bionic arm, as she goes down, and licks you nipples, and sucks them, and plays with the other tit with her other hand.

She likes making you moan, the louder the better. When you try to put a pillow over your head, or you try to use your hand to cover your mouth, she's grabbing it away from your mouth, to let you moan freely, and loudly.

"mhm, s-sev! More!" She likes it when you're needy, fucking loves it when you beg. "S-sevi, please!"

She can't say no to you that long, so she gives in almost immedietly, right after she teases the fuck out of you.

She takes your pants off, and sniffs your panties. (Yes, we got ourselves a panty sniffer, but it's okay, it's her, and we love her.)

"Y-you're such a perv!" and with that, she throws your panties somewhere on the floor, and she spreads your legs apart. You moan. She takes a good look at your wet cunt.

She takes a finger, and runs it along your silky folds, "mhmm, se-vika! s-stop teasing!" She smirks at you, and she finally goes down, not giving you a second to process that she's taking a stripe of your cunt. "A-ah, hmm, sev-ika, yo-u fe-el so g-good"

you can barely speak properly.

she eats your pussy like its her last meal on earth, she just hits all the right spots, and you pull her hair a little harder, and moaning louder.

and just like that, you were about to cum. like magic. Her tongue should be kept in bars, for how good it feels, it's unfair.

"s-sevika, I'm cl-ose!" You moan out, your take your hand, and fondle your own tits, while you moan her name "se-sevika!!"

"Cum for me, baby, I want you to come in my mouth" she tells you. It's like a magic word at this point when she tells you to cum for her, you actually do.

"o-oh yes! hmm, fuck!" You throw your head back, your grip on her hair tightening, and you push her deeper, and deeper into your pussy.

You were practically drowning her. But you know this is what she wants. This is what she loves.

After awhile, when you calm down, you pull her up, and lean in for a deep kiss. You can actually taste yourself a bit in her mouth.

When you finally gain the energy, you smirk at her, "Now it's your turn baby~" You say to her, pushing her on to the couch, and make her lay there. You position yourself between her thighs, and you pull per pants off.

You take a whiff of her sex, and she smells absolutely amazing. You take your time with her, your tongue slow, sensual, and you taste every part of her. When she moves around alot, that's when you decide to take your hand, and wrap it around her legs, and hips, to keep her from pushing. She's pulling back, little by little as she gets closer and closer.

You pull her back, practically wrestling her, "You're not going anywhere, Sevi" You say firmly, and get back to what you're eating. She huffs, and whimpers, and she grips your hair tightly, her body stiffening up, and you can feel her grind herself on your tongue, you let her dance for a bit, until she's almost close. You put 2 fingers in her pussy, and pump it fast and hard, in contrast to the slow, and sensual licking of her clit.

She's grinding more and more now, her grip ever so slightly getting harder, and harder. "F-fuck, princess, you're s-so fuck-ing good, mhm, I'm almost there!" She sobs, you smile while eating her out, and maintain eye contact with her, you pull back and slowly finger her, just teasing her a little bit. She whines even more. "Hmm, baby, I want you to look at me when I make you cum. Got that?" She looks at you flustered, and she nods.

You smirk, and you put your mouth back on her, and your fingers pump faster and faster, and there she is trying her best not to throw her head back.

"c'm fr m, bby" You say while you suck and lick her clit.

And with that, her body convulses, her head thrown back, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, and she grinds on your face more, and more. You close your eyes, enjoying the tastes of her juices coming out, your fingers still fast, and your face getting soaked from her squirting cunt.

You pull back, and take your fingers out of her. You lick her clean, not missing a spot, and you make her suck on your fingers, as she pants, she opens her mouth, and suck it clean.

You get up, and get a towel for her, she's still experiencing the aftermath of her orgasm. "Enjoy yourself, baby?" You ask her teasingly with a smile on your face.

She rolls her eyes, and it honestly looks like she's making a sex face at you right now. You chuckle, and cuddle up to her naked, and she giggles at you.

"I love you so fucking much, Sevi." You look up at her, cupping her cheeks with your hand, and you went up to kiss the top of her head.

She's still catching her breath, bit alot calmer now, and she smiles at you. "and I love you, princess. Janna, that mouth of yours, huh?"

You both giggle for the night, and fell asleep just like that.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Okay, so is it obvious I like writing switch Sevika, or not?

This was actually a bit of an emotional roller-coaster to write, but I kind of like it.

[playnextdoor]

dating modern abby headcannons

cw: both sfw and nsfw

Abby didn’t know naps could be a luxury until she met you. She was always on her feet, never stopping long enough to close her eyes for a "weak" 30 minutes. But now? That quick nap became her personal slice of heaven. Her cranky, sleep-deprived self would curl up next to you, her face buried in your neck. By the time she woke, she’d be all sunshine, grinning like she hadn’t just been grumbling an hour ago.

Sweet tooth!!!!!!! She loves sweets, especially dark chocolate. If you ever peek into her bedside drawer, you’ll find a nearly demolished chocolate bar waiting for her nightly ritual.

“What?” she says with a shrug, stuffing a square into her mouth. “I like a piece of chocolate before bed,” Her eyebrows furrow as she chews, eyeing you like you’re judging her life choices.

“Nothing,” you chuckle, watching her puffed cheeks work overtime. “I never met anyone who would do that.”

Her arms crossed immediately, mock-offended. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh my god, Abigal, nothing, it’s cute.” You lean in, silencing her pout with a kiss, the faint bitterness of chocolate lingering on her lips.

Abby has a thing for books. Not just reading them—collecting them. We’re talking first editions, special releases, and rare overseas copies. This girl gets down. Her study practially a library, shelves nearly touching the ceiling filled with books, some on display and some in special casings. You even catch her one day, headphones blasting as she carefully and meticulously cleaned some of the books. The music was so opposite to what she was doing, her hands handling the covers so carefully. Instantly wet holyyyyyy

This goes with her being veryyyy clean and organized. It was so cute when you snooped in her drawers, her undergarments folded up so neatly in rows, and her socks in perfect little squares. 

She likes her space, which you understood very early in the relationship. Sometimes, the two of you would be on separate ends of the couch, her playing some game on the TV while you color in your coloring books, or when she would carve out days for the two of you and then days for just her. She loved you dearly, and it was just that she needed the only time to recharge.

Really into speakeasies. It’s her preferred place to grab a drink with you. The dim lighting, quiet atmosphere, and cozy corners make it her ideal date spot. She also likes sitting with you in some dimly lit corner, you more tipsy than her, laughing hysterically at some awful joke she said. If you really wanted to go to a club and shake ass, you bet Abby is going to take you, but she’s just gonna stand behind you like an awkward teenage boy getting grinded on for the first time.

This girl is not big on PDA, sorry not sorry. She’ll hold your hand, wrap her arm around you, maybe a kiss here and there, but she will most likely shy away from anything else, not that she’s embarrassed, she prefers to keep things just for you and her.

Food is Abby’s love language! Loves cooking, loves trying new places, loves eating, period. How else do you think she keeps her physique?

Speaking of muscles, the gym is practically her second home. She’s not a gym rat per se, but she’s got a solid routine, especially when it comes to upper body days. She loves how her arms look in T-shirts, but she loves that you love them even more.

Keys clanked into the trinket dish as Abby slipped off her shoes. Just getting back from the gym, all she is thinking about is going straight to the shower; once wet with sweat, her shirt feels disgusting on her. She sees you eyeing her from the kitchen, occasionally looking up from your phone, eyes lingering on her bulging arms; the pump did her good today because you’re ready to strip naked right there. She flashes a knowing smile as she puts her things away. She strides towards you, coming next to you to place a kiss on your head.

“How was the gym?” turning off your phone to provide her the full attention she most definitely deserved, hand creeping to caress the veins that littered down her forearms all the way up to the hard muscle on her bicep, squeezing it.

Abby just watches you, smile bitten back as you look almost in awe at how fucking massive her arms are, your sweet eyes meeting up to hers.

“Good,” she murmurs, watching your fascination. Her voice drops, low and teasing. “Something on your mind?”

“Mmm,” you hum, nails raking lightly over her back. She groans softly, and you know exactly where this is going.

nsfw

Boobs. Loves boobies. Likes to look at them, have them in her hands, in her mouth. Sure, she appreciates your ass—who wouldn’t? But there’s just something about slipping your nipple into her mouth, especially in those early morning hours. The sensation wakes you in a frenzy, loving how Abby does this for herself. Or when the two are cuddling, she’ll sometimes lay her face in them, the warmth of your scent lulling her to sleep.

Pronebone is her favorite position aside from missionary. Any time and any day, she is tightening the straps and fucking you into the mattress.

Speaking of tightening straps, the first time you did it, Abby nearly came, hips stuttering as she felt the firm tug of your hand tightening one of the straps that sat at her hip. Lord have mercyyy just thinking about how she would just pant above you, her golden hair cascading around your face like a curtain. Her hips moved against yours in a rhythm so devastatingly slow hnghhhhhhh

Stone top AT FIRST. She told you right before your first time together, you didn’t mind, genuinely. You have always been on both the receiving and giving end, so you were willing to be open for your girlfriend. And fuck how much it turned you on when Abby would slip a hand in her own pants as she ate you out, nearly heaving into you as you both came. It wasn't until a couple of months into the relationship that you asked.

Grinding down on her jean-clad thigh, the rough seam pressed perfectly against your cunt, drawing out a needy whimper that matched the low groans spilling from Abby’s lips. Her soft “mhm’s” spurred you on, the delicious friction pulling the two of you deeper.

Abby didn’t know what shifted in her—it might have been when you slid to your knees with a slow, deliberate grace, your nails dragging down her thighs. Her body moved instinctively, thighs spreading wide as if something had taken over her.

Or maybe it was when you pressed your cheek near where you needed her the most. Her hand came to caress your head, finding it so endearing how eager you had been all night, your fingers lingering for just a second longer, lips finding solace in her neck as you murmured how bad you needed her. She should have known you were going to beg eventually.

“Abby, please.”

You didn’t even need to elaborate, eyes were locked on the belt still fastened at her waist, the buckle catching the light and taunting you. Her own gaze, glossy and heavy with want, flickered down to meet yours.

Fuck. How could she possibly say no?

She can get rough if you would like, but she prefers to cuddlefuck than to fuck you upside down and sideways.

This goes back to the pronebone position, something you didn’t even know had a name until you tried explaining it to Abby in a very clumsy, very horny way. After that, Abby does it at least once when you guys have sex.

She’ll have your face down, your elbows digging into the bed as she fucked your leaking cunt with two thick fingers. Abby always took her time, kissing up the curve of your ass, her lips soft and warm against your heated skin. When she finally slipped her fingers out, you’d whimper in protest, only for her strong hands to press you further into the bed, spreading you open as her groan mingled with yours. The blanket so warm underneath you, mixing with the weight of her body and hands on you, have you in such a blissful haze.

“Yeah?” Abby asked, her voice low and breathless. You could barely process what she was saying, too lost in the feeling, but you nodded eagerly into the pillow, pushing your ass higher in response.

Chuckling, she sat perched on the backs of your thighs, holding you in place as she made your body tremble with anticipation. Sliding up and down with the tip of her black 6 1/2-inch faux cock it only makes you wiggle around impatiently. With a teasing pinch to your thigh to remind you to relax she finally shifts, pushing its length into you so slow you nearly grab it to put it in yourself. The stretch had your whimpers climbing into desperate, high-pitched cries muffled by the pillows. The pillows do what you need them to do because if you remove them, people will think someone is dying in there. Well, kind of, don't the french say orgasm means "tiny death"? Yeah that was happening.

Prefers if you orgasm first. She claims her own release isn't as satisfying when you don't.

“I dunno, Abby.”

The words escaped in a soft gasp as you abruptly sat up. Abby’s lips popped off your mound, glossy and parted, her wide eyes locking on yours in utter confusion. “I can’t…”

Her brows furrowed, her head tilting slightly as if to ask why in the world you’d stop her now. “Can’t what?” she asked, inching closer like she didn’t plan on letting you go anywhere.

“Cum,” you admitted, pushing her head away gently, though you both knew she wouldn’t take kindly to it.

Sure enough, she shook your hand off and gave you a look that could only be described as determined.

“Stop. Lay your ass down."

Before you could protest, she scoots you closer, which causes you to fall back into the mattress, her lips finding the inside of your thighs, skin slightly tacky from her spit and your slickness.

“No, like actually,” you said again, sitting up despite her best efforts to keep you in place, your legs starting to close instinctively.

Abby pouts, and you can’t help but mimic her expression because this poor girl has been following you around like a lovesick puppy ever since you got home from work, clearly bored and horny, while you were too stressed and tired to even think about anything else. She was all smooth with it, too, claiming she was going to “put you to bed,” but your head was still spinning with thoughts of annoying coworkers and unfinished tasks. You were too far in your own head to focus on the woman between your legs who was clearly trying to help.

Her warm hands found your shoulders, pressing with that unique weight only she carried, her thumbs kneading gently. The gesture softened you immediately.

“We can totally stop, it's just..." Her lips find yours in a gentle yet hungry kiss, her teeth nipping then soothing it with the wet of her tongue. You nearly moaned into her mouth, your body betraying every word you were about to say. “I have been wanting to taste you all fucking day. I know you had a shit day, but please, baby, I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight if you don’t come on my face”

You couldn’t help it; you burst into laughter, and Abby froze, staring at you ???????

“Oh, you’re serious,” you managed between fits of giggles, your eyes watering as you met her utterly unamused glare.

Two minutes of laughing later, Abby had had enough. With a firm nod, she launched herself forward, tackling you onto the bed and pinning you beneath her. Her body weight pressed you into the mattress, her lips hovering over yours, and you could see that look in her eyes that she was really going to put you to bed this time.

a/n: this sucks butt lol but i hope you all enjoy still.

[foreingersgod]

Pls do Caroline Harvey HCs

with just an eeny weeny teensy tiny bit of smut plss 🙏🏾

Headcannons . CH

pairing: caroline harvey (kk harvey) x reader

warnings: a mix of fluffy content and smut, so read at your own discretion and minors and men please do NOT interact!

this is my peace offering for being so busy and slacking on writing, full length fic coming soon!!

also not spell checked, sorry!!

SFW (barely but no smut)

i feel like she’s a pretty domestic person, i think she’d prefer quiet nights at home with you as opposed to going out and partying. i imagine her being the one to beg you to stay and do date night at home anytime you suggested getting dinner or seeing a movie.

“but babe why can’t we just stay home?! we have food and plenty of movies here!” she’d whine when you asked “i’ll even make you dinner myself! come on, i jus’ want you all to myself”

on a similar note, i also think she’s not huge on PDA and that’s why she loves staying in with you so much. it’s not that she doesn’t feel comfortable being seen with you, it’s just that she’s kind of reserved and prefers to keep her personal life as private as she can. for her sake and for yours.

which has its perks, don’t get me wrong. you almost prefer it that way, subtle little touches when you’re out with friends or something like that, her hand gently resting on your lower back or her head resting on your shoulder when she gets tired. and then you’d get home, and she wouldn’t be able to help herself anymore. she’d be all over you in an instant.

“fuck,” she pants when you finally walk into your shared apartment for the night. you had been out for your mutual friends birthday, and you unintentionally intentionally decided to wear something fairly revealing “y’know what you do to me? wearing something like that?”

and believe me…she’d make up for the lack of public affection in other ways.

i’d like to think that her love language is acts of service. like she still loves to touch you and validate you and all that lovely girlfriend stuff, but she shows her love in more ways than just words.

she’d often leave you sticky notes on the fridge when you got home later than she did, maybe leave some on your nightstand when she had to leave early in the mornings when you’re still asleep. always leaving an “xoxo C” at the bottom to tell you she’s thinking of you.

not only that, but she’d do a lot of household chores for you when you were busy with school and work, run you relaxing baths when you were sick, or even something so little as running to the supermarket to grab your favorite ice cream when you started your period.

she’d be one of those stereotypical lesbians that just absolutely worships the ground their girlfriend walks on. she never fails to bring you up in conversations and is quite willing to do anything you ask.

one night you’re winding down after a long day, watching tv and painting your nails whilst caroline sits beside you to keep you company. she’s quite honestly not paying attention to what’s playing on the screen at least, rather her eyes are glued to you. she watches the way the lavender lacquer glides across your nail, how your tongue sticks out in conversation and she’s in complete awe of how beautiful you look doing the most mundane things.

“hey caroline?” you asked with a pout.

“yeah baby?” she hums in response, pretending like she wasn’t just watching you like a hawke.

“d’you think you could help me with this hand? i keep messing up”

and she’s already perching herself on the floor in front of you, pulling you into her lap as she grabs the bottle of nail polish to finish painting them.

she’s a snorer. i’m so sure of it. although i don’t think she snores like in a heavy type of way, but instead she lets out light little grumbles here and there.

i can just picture her, face pressed into the pillow, her cheek smushed against the fabric as she sleeps peacefully. her hair is all over the place and her lips are slightly parted. and then to top it all off, as if she couldn’t be any cuter, she lets out the softest snuffs.

definitely has a scrapbook, shoved somewhere deep into her closet, that her mother gifted her. it’d be filled with several baby pictures and photos/drawings from when she was in grade school, hiding it away because she was unbelievably embarrassed for you to see them.

you remembered when her family visited you both when you had finally settled into your place together, her mom bringing the scrapbook as a housing warming gift of some sorts. caroline immediately tried to tuck it away, but you were more than stubborn and demanded that you sit down and look through it.

it’s still one of your favorite memories. laughing with her parents at all the goofy pictures from when she lost her first teeth, when she won her first hockey trophy, and when she graduated high school. you even loved reading all the poems she wrote in middle school english, loved seeing all the ‘1st place” ribbons that her mom neatly taped to the card-stock pages.

you only got to look at it twice since then, kk utterly miserable whenever it was pulled out, but you cherished those pictures more than anything.

she’s probably such a dad in the sense that she pretends to not care about the cheesy reality tv shows you’re into, but then secretly starts getting hooked on it and makes you record each episode so you can watch it together.

“what do you mean lisa called meredith a ‘garbage whore’?” she gasped, running into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in her hands “wait, wait i told you to pause it! i don’t want to miss it!!”

her favorite place to kiss you is definitely your forehead. sure, she loves kissing you everywhere, but there’s something so intimate to her about small forehead kisses.

she never fails to give you one before you both fall asleep, before you leave for work, when you’re sad and need comforting or when you’re so excited and it’s her way of expressing her support. you’d probably get her kiss mark tattooed there if you could.

she often gets overwhelmed with sports and school and family and all sorts of things. she tends to be reserved with her feelings, but you’re the only person she can genuinely open up to. sometimes she comes home from practice with this look on her face, and you can immediately tell that she’s struggling.

most times she doesn’t even want to talk about it, she just wants you to hold her, run your fingers through her hair and tell her it’s all going to be okay.

and she loves to teach you new things. wether that’s teaching you how to skate, how to cook a family dish she always ate as a kid, or how play the games she learned in elementary school, she just wants you to be involved in everything she loves.

you think you love it more than she does. you’d never get over how excited she gets when you ask if you can help her make that ‘dinner she made one time’ or if she’d tell you a funny story from when she was a rebellious teen.

like that one time you were having lunch in the park one summer, sprawled out on a handmade quit atop the freshly cut grass as you laid side by side. you picked mindlessly at the dandelions beside you as you both chatted about each others day.

“you know i used to make those when i was younger?” she spoke, motioning to the flowering weeds “flower crowns, i mean”

“really?” you smiled “no one ever taught me how, i always wished i could though”

i didn’t take long before she was picking some herself and instructing you on how to tangle them together so easily. she took it as serious as she took hockey, determined to make sure you knew how to make a perfect flower crown. it wasn’t really a big deal to you in the long run, but something so important to her was just as important to you.

NSFW (for realsies this time)

getting straight to the point, i don’t think she’s huge on the strap. don’t get me wrong, you both still use it often, but i think she much prefers eating you out or scissoring.

there’s something about the appeal of physically feeling you on her that makes her crazy, a sensation that beats using the strap any day.

she loves it when you bite her or scratch her. it’s a pleasant mix between pleasure and pain and it’s probably her favorite part of intimacy.

she likes to look in the mirror the next day, just before she gets in the shower, to admire the long red marks that stretch along her back. she often teases you about too, but if you ever stop, she’s guiding your hands to her back again.

she’s not as drawn to the marks that your bites leave as much, instead she loves the feelings. when she’s making you feel so so good, so much that you can barely hold it in anymore, that you have to bite down on her shoulder or her bicep to keep yourself grounded. it’s like an ego boost to her, a sign that she fucks you so good that you can’t even function properly.

she’s cocky in bed, i feel like she’s the type to say:

“yeah baby? feels good huh?”

“come on, speak up, i can’t hear you”

or if you’re on top…

“fuck yeah, just like that, making me feel so good baby. keep going…gonna make me come”

a sucker for praise

she loves when you tell her that she’s going a good job, that’s she’s exceeding your expectations each time. she’s a bit of a perfectionist and an over achiever that way, but hey, you’re not one to complain.

whilst she loves fancy lingerie and nice dresses, she folds for you even when you’re in sweats and one of her t shirts.

“really? right now?” you huff as her hands dance up your shirt, massaging your tits roughly. she’s kissing up your neck painfully slow and you can’t help but wonder what’s gotten her so worked up “i look like shit”

“are you kidding?” she scoffs “i’d fuck the shit out of you no matter what you’re wearing, you look so sexy even in this”

i’m a firm believer (maybe this is a self insert but idc!!) that she appreciates all body types, especially a chubbier figure. like she’s absolutely obsessed with your pudgy tummy and your thick thighs, a sucker for how plush and soft your body is. don’t even get her started on those stretch marks of yours…

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t struggle with your body image often, but you never had to be insecure for long when caroline walked into your life. she seized every opportunity to make you see what she saw in you, willing to do whatever it took to prove to you that she loved your body.

“shit, look at you” she moaned, smirking as she watched you on top of her, grinding your wet pussies together. her hands gripped feverishly at your hips, often wandering down to squeeze your thighs. her hands were all over you the entire time, letting you know that she loves every inch of you “so pretty on top of me, i’ll never get sick of lookin’ at you, got it?”

[luvologyy]

Curly relationship headcanons ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

NSFW + SFW, so mdni ty!

Captain curly x f!reader (precrash ofc)

It can take place in the tulpar and earth ! Wtv u want babe.

Likes and reblogs are always appreciated 🩷

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SFW HEADCANONS!

★ He's always fixing your appearance like your hair or uniform, always making you look neat and proper.

★ Lifting your chin up... MMMMHHHHH😩

★ His love languages are physical touch, quality time, and acts of service.

★ he lovess spoiling you, buying you whatever you want or interested in. You want takeout food? He'll buy. You want this makeup product? He'll buy. You talking about anything you may be interested in? He's on his way to buying for you.

★ if you're feeling tired or if your feet hurt from walking, he'll carry you wherever you need to go. He doesn't want his pretty girl to strain and be in pain..

★ SO MUCH PRINCESS TREATMENT WITH THIS MANN. he'll always open doors for you, breakfast in bed, and brushing your hair.

★ always so quick to do anything for you. Want food? He already out the door. Cold? Blanket is already covering you. Need a hug? Immediately wrapping his arms around you and kissing you gently. He'll do anything for his sweet girl to be satisfied.

★ if you're on your period, he babys you alottt.. he always makes sure his baby is okay

★ always making sure your prepared for when you're on your period, making sure you have the right medicine, pads, and snacks.

★ asks anya for tips on what he can do when you're on your period, like if he can get you tea, and other things. Just to make sure he's helping enough.

★ hates it when you get cramps, hates seeing you in pain. Always holding you in his arms, kissing your head as he cradles you.

"Sshhh.. it's okay sweet girl."

"I know it hurts baby.. I know.."

★ whenever you're stressed he’ll always trace patterns and shapes on your back, and when you're cuddling with him too

★ lotsss of hugs from behind, especially when he's sleepy, clinging onto you like your his personal charging station

★ when cuddling, he loves being big spoon, his arms wrapping around you with his nose nuzzling in your hair as he whispers sweet words in your ear.

★ His favorite little nicknames to call you are angel, my sweet/pretty girl, baby, sweetheart, darling, sweetie, my love, and sweet pea. (Ik corny but idgaf🙏)

★ He tries to fit in on what stuff you like doing like skin care. Like he'll ask to put a face mask on him, and you guys would just chill will chill with each other.

Curly: "Love, how long do we have to stay with this?.."

Reader: "A couple minutes, hon."

Curly: "Is it really worth it??"

Reader: "Yes, sweetheart, just trust the process."

★ veryy affectionate with you,he’s a man after all. He loves to show his gal how much he loves you.

★ He's always putting his hand on your back to lead you somewhere

★ if you guys are talking in a group of people, just a lil hand hold or eye contact with you will have this man melting for you. He just loves you soo muchh.

NSFW HEADCANONS !

★ loves seeing how flustered you get by him just doing the smallest things, like when he flexes his arms or lowers his voice a little just to see your thighs clench and face blush red..

★ definitely a pleasure dom, he always puts your pleasure first before his.

★ Loves eating you out, you tasting so good to him. Your wet slick all over his face.

★ pushes your thighs back whenever he’s eatin it😩

★ he'll always make sure not to be too rough with you, he wants to be gentle with you.

★ always checks up on you when you guys make love, making sure you're comfortable with what he's doing.

"Tell me if it's too much okay?"

"I'll stop when you need me to love."

★ he has a daddy kink.. he'll refer to himself as daddy in bed it'll drive you CRAZY😩

★ He loves it when you get embarrassed and flustered when he teases you. He'll always push it, knowing it always gets you. How easily you'll cum from him, or how wet you get for him.

"Look at you.. so wet for daddy."

"I know you love it baby. I know you do."

"You want daddy to make you feel good, huh?"

★ His kinks are praise, slight spit kink, hand kink (I'll explain laterr..), slight humiliation, innocence kink, daddy kink, and worshipping.

★ he loves the way your hands look, if they're slim, boney, or chubby. It doesn't matter. He loves especially if they're soft, next to his hands because his are more rough and calloused.

★ he could never punish you or be rough with you.. you're his sweet girl.

★ But if he were to punish you, he'd go with edging. He loves teasing you as he edges you, seeing you being a whimpering whiney mess as you he pulls his fingers away.

"Not this time baby.. nuh uh."

"You wanna cum so bad huh? Just wanna cum for daddy?.."

"It's okay, pretty girl, you can take it. You're a strong girl.."

"Look at you shaking baby, you want it so fucking bad huh?"

"Fuckk you look so pretty like this."

★ whenever he fingers you, he loves it when you're a wet mess. He'll spit on your pussy or his fingers for more of a slippery mess (I BETTER NOT SEE ANY HAWK TUAH JOKES.)

★ absolutely adores your body. He loves how soft and squishy you are, especially your thighs.

★ HES A THIGH GUY. Don't get me wrong, he loves the rest of your body, but your thighs are his favorite.

★ cockwarming with you while you sit in his lap>> especially if yall are sitting in the cockpit.

Part 2?? I'm tired yall.. but I have sm more