#i do think he needed this kind of affection even if there's a lot of paranoia there

[justjeansmain]

Closest explanation I've come to have is that it's a form of sexualisation, objectification and heteronormative control.

See I had this fwb ages ago and he was so into the idea of a threesome as something he really wanted to try. Yet somehow he was GROSSED OUT and kinda offended at the idea that I am poly and might at some point have several lovers. Why?

Apparently for a lot of people sex is less of a treason when cheating than love would be. Mind you, this wasn't even a relationship so that tells you a thing or two about certain men. No feelings attached (except their feelings of ownership over you lol). Anyway. Basically if it's only about their pleasure it's fun and fine. If it's about feelings it's somehow bad because the people thinking this feel like, in a committed relationship, they're OWED all your affection and love. If there's another person getting some of it? Competition. Bad for them. It also sometimes has that stank of purity to it too... somehow a threesome is less disgusting or shameful cause it's just sexual need, if you involve feelings you're committing the 'pure' part of the relationship to several people. Much bigger sin apparently.

So yeah it's about gender and relationship roles and heteronormativity and the forced established idea of what a 'healthy' and 'normal' relationship is from that heteronormative lense. Which I think is how it happens that a LOT of poly people are queer. You fall outside those boxes, you question these roles and norms and are open to challenging them? Might find out that love is not a solid, define shaped object to clutch or give away after all. It takes all kinds of forms, expands and flows as it pleases as long as you allow it its freedoms, to your benefit I must add.

It's a shame that some people will never stop to think outside of those boxes or accept those who do, but there's an entire society-wide machine at work here to prevent it.

the hate of polyamorous people feels so arbitrary to me. like i know bigotry is irrational but like. you understand the appeal of threesomes and foursomes but you can't respect when people love multiple people. even though you have multiple friends. there's gunk in your brain

[bamtwozled]

I need to hear thoughts on craftsverse dan

the thing that fascinates me the most about him is that he’s kind of afraid of what he is. dan appears to be a much better conduit for the occult forces they’re trying to communicate with—in glitter faces, he draws the pentagram seemingly without his own knowledge, in potato prints he seems to have some ability to understand what they’ve summoned when it speaks to him, and in slime he’s the one entrusted with completing the ritual to bring Him into their world (there’s also the little clip of him spinning the slime bowl presumably with his mind, which isn’t on the same level but is still a “something’s up with this guy” indicator nonetheless).

and yet there are multiple points where he’s afraid of what’s happening to him. in glitter faces, he panics when he discovers that he’s drawn the pentagram, and phil has to guide him back from it. in slime, he’s very clearly upset both before and after cutting his hand open to contribute the blood, and only starts laughing again when phil does. when the ritual is complete and He rises, dan full-body flinches. he still does all these things he’s supposed to do, up to and including literally stabbing phil to death and carving out his heart, even though doing so does seem to pretty significantly affect him, but he’s clearly not as perfectly on board with everything they’re doing as phil is.

phil’s role is pretty straightforward. he’s the true believer, and the sacrifice that’s happy to be a sacrifice because of that faith. he’s the driving force in these videos. he’s always the one to introduce the craft and guide dan and the audience through it, and he has more lines that directly acknowledge his absolute faith (think “I can’t see, but that’s okay, because I believe” from potato prints, or “I’m happy to give it to him” when dan says “this was just a start, but he’ll need it straight from the source” in slime, and that attitude around his own impending death also contrasts with dan’s trepidation around his own much smaller blood sacrifice). there aren’t really any times where his devotion or persona waver, but dan’s do.

and like I think there are plenty of things you can read into that, although we get more into headcanon territory rather than a direct interpretation of the video. the simplest explanation is that he does believe on his own, it’s just not quite as unshakeable as phil’s faith and confidence. another interpretation that I’ve played with in the past is that his devotion is more to phil than to Him, and his belief comes more from following phil than directly of his own accord. phil’s “everybody makes mistakes” in glitter faces is just a silly little line about dan being left handed, but in looking at dan having some fear of his own abilities, it’s possible that he sees plenty of things about himself as being a mistake, especially if any of this manifested before he really knew what was happening. finding someone who accepts and likes that part of him, even if it’s just because it’s useful, would be welcome, and could easily push him into this acolyte mindset. but again that’s all just like interesting headcanon territory based on how their power dynamic seems to me to play out in their videos, and there are plenty of other equally valid ways to read it.

I just think “this is the one thing he was made perfectly for, and yet it scares him” is such a fun and fascinating basis for a character like this, and I think it adds a lot more depth and room for interesting speculation than if they’d both been 100% complete believers

[wandaspup]

his loss

– pairing | wanda x kid/daughter reader

– synopsis | you're wandas kid/daughter from a previous relationship. today you can't help but wonder why you weren't enough for your father to stay. mama wanda comes to the rescue.

– warnings | depression, self harm (nothing too graphic), blood, hateful thoughts, fluff

– word count | 855

– you're not alone. if you ever need to talk, my dm's and asks are open. you're more than enough.

You know those days where you feel really good, life is great and you’re on top of the world and then suddenly it hits you that it was too good to be true and everything falls apart? This is how you’re feeling these past few weeks. Depression consumes your entire being, it hits when you least expect it.

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You have been clean for 11 months. You had ups and downs but you stayed strong for the sake of your mom. She’s your best friend and your everything. She found out you were hurting yourself when you were only 13. She was devastated but after a lot of talk, you both decided it was best for you to go to therapy, and you have been going ever since.

Tonight your mom was out doing grocery shopping, meaning you were alone in the house just waiting for her to come back. You looked at the calendar and noticed that today, a few years back, you had seen your father for the last time. You were little, you could barely remember him at all, but deep inside you missed him, you longed for a connection with him. It hurt when you saw other kids growing up with their dads around, you wished you were in their place. Not that you didn’t love your mom, it’s the complete opposite; you just couldn’t understand why you still felt this way towards him after so many years.

You were starting to feel a little anxious, thinking why he left you. Did he ever want you? Weren’t you good enough for him? Were you a mistake? Every bad thought that could possibly exist was running through your head. You needed a relief. You knew your mom would get mad but that’s the least of your worries right now.

You went to the bathroom and started looking for the little hidden place where you keep your blade. You didn’t care about the pain or the mess you were doing; you just wanted relief. The physical pain couldn’t even compare to the mental turmoil you experience every day.

It was like time stopped. You heard a knock on your door, pulling you out of your trance and making you panic. You didn’t have the energy to even try and clean everything up, you just stayed on the floor, waiting for your mom to find you in that state. “I’m in the bathroom, mama!” You yelled, hoping she would hear it, you didn’t want to delay the inevitable.

Wanda enters the bathroom and her smile fades, you can see the tears in her eyes making you feel worse than you already are. “I-I’m sorry mama. I t-tried, I really did.” You started sobbing and Wanda didn’t hesitate to run to your aid. “Shh, I know baby. I know, it’s okay.” She whispers while pulling you into her lap, cradling you like a baby. She was talking but you were too focused on the way she was brushing your hair and the way she was rubbing your back in a soothing manner to even pay attention to the words coming out of her mouth.

“Y-You’re not mad?” You asked, you were sure she was. “Of course not, my love. You are so strong. I know you tried and that’s all that matters. Healing isn’t linear and that’s okay. We all have our days and I know how today affects you, I should have been more attentive. I’m sorry that I was gone for too long.” She kisses the top of your head and squeezes you lovingly.

“You can always count on me, okay? I want you to know that you have a friend in me. I’m your mother and your best friend for life.” She cups your face and rubs your cheeks softly. “I’m so proud of you, baby. Relapsing is part of the process of recovery, and you will have these kinds of days, but the important thing is that you understand that you’re not alone, alright? You’re the best person I have ever known my entire life. I know that you miss him, but he doesn’t deserve you at all. It’s his loss, not yours.”

You smile amidst tears, you genuinely couldn’t have asked for a better mother. She knows you inside and out and she really is your best friend. “T-Thank you mama. You really are the best mother in the world.” Wanda couldn’t help but smile as well, scrunching her nose and rubbing it on yours. “You are my everything, my sweet girl. Now, how about I help you clean yourself up, change into pj’s and maybe order some pizza to watch a movie?” You nod, just wanting to be near your mother.

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. I will always do my best to protect you and make sure that you’re safe and okay. I’m so proud of being your mom, you have no idea. We are together in this, alright? Always and forever.” She says while lifting her pinky finger up, smiling.

You smile back and link your finger with hers, mumbling. “Always and forever, mom.”

[nymph-ette111]

Jeff with a S/O that genuinely thinks he hates her most the time? Like he’s just such an unaffectionate dick she feels like she’s almost in a one sided relationship, but he has no idea how to show her how much he loves and cared about his partner.

WARNINGS; TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, JEFFREY WOODS HIMSELF IS A WARNING

AUTHOR'S NOTE; I really enjoyed writing this! @moldypeaching Incase you forgot about this request, terribly sorry for taking such a long time :')

- Your feelings are completely valid because the way this man perceives things and feels emotions genuinely needs to be studied.

- His feelings towards you are... complicated and I'm not sure how to describe it, it's not like he fucking hates your guts or something—if that were the case he wouldn't even consider a relationship with you— but it's so easy to mistake his way of showing love for the complete opposite. You're always paranoid, always doubting this man's intentions.

- The only kind of affection he's comfortable with is the sexual kind—he has no problem initiating heavy make-outs or rough sex, but the moment it’s something as simple as saying 'I love you' or innocently complimenting you without saying something out of pocket, he's rejecting it immediately.

- He’s convinced himself that you’re entirely dependent on him, that you can’t live without him. So, he feeds into his own delusions, using them as an excuse to treat you like shit without consequence. His thought process is 'She loves me too much to leave, so no matter what I do, she’ll always forgive me.’

- This of course leads to many, many arguments. Ones that hurt because Jeff hates a lot of things, and admitting he made a mistake is high on that list. If he's wrong, trust me, he's realized it a long time ago. He just doesn't want to back down and bruise his ego.

- Now I'm going to be a hypocrite and go against what I previously stated in another post about the jerk, most of these arguments have ended with break ups. Jeff is short-tempered—quick to blow up and end things in the heat of the moment. But he always comes back to you, almost desperate. If there was ever a time where you realized that Jeff actually gives a fuck, it's during those times.

- He comes back an absolute mess, probably drunk too. You take it upon yourself to take care of the man when he's in such state. That's when he actually apologizes for being an asshole. Drunk words are sober thoughts.

- What follows after is Jeff's attempts at being a better boyfriend but knowing him it would probably last a week before his old habits start to noticably seep in once again.

-There's really no way to fix this guy, he's messed up beyond repair. He really does love you he just can't show it. You have to be a master at romanticizing toxic relationships in order to continue dating this man.

[1yr4sp10d3]

Hey! I saw you post for requests and I shall respond. I have no idea if you do Cecil x reader but I’ll leave this here for you to decide. Can I request dabbles or hc’s of Cecil x wife!reader who’s shy as heck and some domestic yet romantic things he does with her, please? Some examples would be slow dancing or some soft affection/intimacy(swf) and anything else you can think of!

grr grrr i need to eat this old man bro u don’t understand 😈

I’ve seen a lot of things saying he’s southern but just lost his accent working for the GDA and I totally agree (he kinda reminds me of phillip graves if that makes sense)

So he’d totally have like southern vibes

Fixing stuff around the house when he’s home, cooking and stuff

Dare I say he barbecues??

I think he’d prefer quiet dates at home since his life is so hectic most of the time

candle light dinner dates where he cooks for you both

Continuing with the southern thing, i feel like he’d make recipes from his childhood, roasts and different chilis and pot pies and LOTS of potatoes (baked, fried, scalloped, mashed, all the kinds of potatoes)

Slow dancing in the candle light after diner 😣🤭🤭

I feel like he’d have a nice house in the countryside to come home to after a long day, coming home to you.

It’d be a very domestic thing, i feel like he’d like the simplicity of it with his work life and all that

I don’t think many people would know about you except maybe donald

and that’s a maybe

he’d want to keep you a secret, not only to keep you safe from all the stuff he deals with at work but also because you’re his

not in a controlling way, but like you’re his, not anyone else’s, and he wants to shield you from the things he deals with on a day to day basis

you wouldn’t work, and it’s not like you’d need to with the money he brings in

not that you mind it. staying at home is nice. It’s simple, and it’s a constant. for both of you

even with all the crazy shit he deals with at work, he knows he’ll always come home to you

He doesn’t want you to deal with all the stuff that has to do with his job, like i already said

He wouldn’t want you to be in danger, and he knows you’d prefer it like that anyway. would prefer to be away from all that chaos and have the only thing you worry about during the day be if you have enough flour to make the sweet bread you wanted

wouldnt want you to be hurt at all. the most pain he’d ever want you to go through is a playful bite on the collarbone that makes you giggle and blush, pushing your face into his shoulder.

he’d be pretty protective, but not in a controlling way, like i said earlier

Sure, he likes it simple like that, but if you didn’t like it like that, he wouldn’t force you to. whatever you want, you get.

a/n: I hope this made sense 😭😭 i was just kinda yapping. ig that’s what hcs usually are, though. if you submitted a request, i promise im working on getting them done, but ive got like 21 just in my asks and like another 15 in my replies, and thats gonna take a while to finish 🙏🙏 but ill try my hardest. not complaining tho, i appreciate the asks bc i literally wouldn’t know what to write without them

[lunarmoonanons]

A Better Mother

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Visenya always wanted a daughter.

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Masterlist

She had arrived a year ago, a month after her fourteenth nameday. She was younger than the other ladies at the court and if it were not for her high name and background she would’ve blended with the wall, for she did not try to do anything to stand out. Not wanting any attention from the King or any noble man at the court. She wanted to avoid any man who would want to marry her at her young age. But in her attempt to avoid the men in the court she failed to notice the violet eyes of the Queen Mother on her. Eyes that did not see a child from another woman at court, but a spiritual child she was entitled to. 

Visenya did not entrench herself with ladies at the court. Finding them shallow, frightened little things that could not hold a candle to a real woman. But her contempt for the ladies at court did not extend to a child she met a year ago. A small frightened little girl that, while she knew didn’t come from her, she felt was her own daughter. Visenya never felt such maternal affection for another person before besides Maegor. And even with Maegor it wasn’t this intense. She didn’t know what it was, but she loved this little girl. Having a need for a daughter. One she could call Rhaenys. 

~~~

A year ago

Visenya walked around the finished castle. Maegor’s Red King. It was impressive and she would’ve been certain Aegon could’ve been proud if he was ever proud of her son. She was in a dower mood today, it was the day she lost someone close to her. Closer than Aegon ever was. Rhaenys. Her baby sister. Her sweetheart of old. 

And seeing all these vain women in the court. All trying to gain a husband or high status. Rhaenys cared about children and the small folk. She was kind and sweet. She loved to fly and be around flowers and in the outdoors. Her sweet sister. Her dead sister. And on this day she was upset. Not sad but angry. Angry at the ladies, angry at the Dornish, angry at her life, angry at everything. 

So she did not even think seeing a girl would make her happy but life was strange that way. She was walking to get away from the court, not knowing why something was telling her she had to go to the courtyard. 

When she was outside in the bare gardens. She thought that Maegor should have Highgarden transplant flowers to the garden. But her thoughts about the bare garden were interrupted by the sound of giggling. While there weren't a lot of flowers there were some dandelions and daisies that grew in the ground. So it wasn’t strange to see the occasional butterfly or bee floating about the garden. When she found the source of the giggling she found a child playing with a butterfly in the garden. It was a girl sitting on the ground, her dress billowing around her as she raised her hand and tried to let the flying insect land on her tiny fingers. The butterfly seemed to dance around the girl’s fingers and landed on her index finger. She brought the butterfly to her face and kissed its wings. Letting it fly away when she was finished. 

Visenya for a moment saw her little sister once again. How delicate the girl was in comparison to her sister. Her sweetheart. How sweet this girl was, just like Rhaenys. Just like the hypothetical daughter she always wanted. Subconsciously, Visenya placed and rubbed her hand on her womb, imagining this girl to be hers. Taking a chance she walked further toward the girl trying her best to seem gentle. 

The girl looked up at the sound of footsteps and widened her eyes at the sight of Visenya coming toward her. She immediately stood up and smoothed her dress to look presentable to the Queen Mother. Her hair was not up and was slightly unkempt. She was so much smaller than the woman in front of her. Visenya didn’t know where this maternal feeling was coming from. But she needed to be near this child and protect her. 

“How may I help you, your majesty?” The girl asked, keeping her gaze down. 

Visenya stepped in front of the girl and placed her fingers under the girl’s chin. Lifting her face to look at Visenya. She was young, couldn’t have been older than thirteen or fourteen. She was younger than all the others at the court. And in her youthful face, Visenya saw her as a daughter. 

“What are you doing here? All alone?”  Visenya asked. Keeping her fingers under her chin. 

“My…my aunt said to get some fresh air. I’m not comfortable here at court. I was just playing with the butterflies.” The girl said quietly. 

Visenya moved her hand from under her chin to the side of the girl’s face. Cradling her smooth cheek in her hand. She was so beautiful and so sweet. She was here without her mother. A motherless child. Though logically Visenya knew this child had her own mother, she thought that she was without one at court and needed a maternal figure. 

Before Visenya could ask the girl any more questions a mature voice called out. A blonde woman, she looked in her fifties, came out from a path. She was dressed in the same fashion as the girl. High Waisted dress, hair up with curls framing her face, pearl earrings and hair adornments. 

“YN. It’s time for- Oh! Your majesty. I see you found my niece.” The older woman smiled and held her hand out for the young girl. The child, YN, stepped away from Visenya’s hold and walked quickly toward her aunt. Hugging her aunt and hiding her face in her aunt's neck. 

“She’s very shy.” Her aunt explained. “We have to go. I promised to have luncheon with her at this time.” 

Visenya narrowed her eyes and then nodded her head toward the woman. Signalling them to go. She watched as the woman wrapped her arm around the girl and led her away. Her eyes on the girl’s back as she walked away. 

“YN…Rhaenys… Sweetheart.” Visenya listed the names going through her head. 

She was maternal. She was a mother. And this was a motherless child.

~~~

Visneya tried to interject herself in the girl’s life as the months followed. Tried to be an important figure in this child’s life. But the obstacle to her desires was the girl’s aunt. She would steer the girl away from others at court. Away from the gazes of men, from the whispers of the women, and from the hunger of the King. But in her attempt to protect her niece she kept her away from Visenya. When the Queen mother had nothing but good intentions. What she thought were good intentions. The year went on with the child filtering about the court and the Queen mother watching her. Thinking of her as her hypothetical daughter more and more. 

When she learned the girl was to have her fifteenth nameday soon. She wanted to have the girl spend the day with her on Dragonstone. Flying, spending time in nature, having a day together where she could call the girl her daughter at the end of the day. But she couldn’t just snatch the girl from court without cause. She had to deal with her aunt firstmost. Though she didn’t see how this woman should keep her from her spiritual daughter, she realized logically the girl was in her care. So Visneya marched up to the woman's holdings, a room connected to the girl’s room. 

But when she entered, unceremoniously, she noticed the older woman packing her things and packing the girls things. Visenya panicked and announced herself loudly. 

“What are you doing?!” Visenya demanded. Her loud question made the woman and the girl look up. YN looked frightened and brought her hand to the ends of her hair twirling the strands. 

The older woman did not look frightened, she stepped in front of her niece and grabbed her hands. “Go to your bed. Wait for me.” 

“But-”

“Now. YN.” The girl nodded and practically ran to her room. The woman turned to Visenya and narrowed her eyes. Crossing her arms, she took a brave stance against the Queen. “We are leaving. She wants to go home. She wants to be away from here and the eyes of you and your son. You have tried to intertwine yourself in her life and have only frightened her in response.”

“You cannot take her away from me.” Visenya seethed. She stepped closer to the woman. Trying to intimidate her with her taller stature and hardened eyes. But the woman was brave. She glared back at Visenya with equal intimidation. 

“She is not yours to have. You have concocted this idea that she belongs to you Targaryens because you believe everyone is subject to you. But she is MY niece. My charge and I will protect her. Even from you.” The woman said. She was brave. As an older woman she did not have a fawning personality to take things laying down. 

“You won’t take my daughter from me. She is mine. My sweetheart. Mine.” Visenya’s voice grew louder. 

“I will die to protect her. You cannot take on all of Highgarden.” The woman said. 

“Then you will die.” Visenya said simply and brought her sword out. The woman finally looked alarmed and tried to step back. But she could not get far. Visenya grabbed her and put her sword through her chest. The woman let out a shout of pain. Visenya tried to cover her mouth but she bit down on her hand. Visenya let the woman fall to the ground as she began to die. But she called out to her niece and yelled for her to run. 

The girl didn’t run. She stepped through the door connecting the rooms and saw her aunt on the ground. She let out a yelp and ran to her aunt's body. The dying woman lifted her hand to the girl’s cheek. The girl grabbed her body and began to cry. 

“Aunt Lydia! Please! Please don’t die! You can’t leave me here! Somebody help us!” The girl shouted. Her aunt's blood soaking her dress as her aunt's bloody hand stroked her cheek. Then fell as she died. 

“So… her name was Lydia. It’ll be fine sweetheart.” Visenya stepped toward the girl reaching out to stroke her hand. 

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” The girl screamed. Visenya stepped back letting the girl grieve. She had to do something to prevent her girl from leaving. 

Visenya left the room. Ordering the walking guards to stand by the room and not to let anyone leave. She made her way to her son as she knew he would want to be alerted to what she had done before anyone else told him. Her heart hurt at the sounds of her girl screaming from grief. 

When she saw her son in the council chamber she narrowed her eyes at his advisors. “Leave us.” She demanded. They looked to the king who nodded for them to go. 

“You looked troubled, mother. What is wrong?” Maegor asked. 

“I have killed the girl’s aunt.” Visenya said. 

“The child from my court?” Maegor asked. 

“Yes.” 

“Well��� I was planning to have that woman killed weeks ago. I didn’t want her in way of my new bride.” Visenya grew angry at her son's declaration. 

“She is not your bride. She is my daughter.” Visenya said plainly. Trying to remain cool headed. 

“I am the King. I can take any bride I want.” Maegor defended. 

“You cannot have this child. She is mine.” Visenya grew angrier at the moments passing. When Maegor made way to stand over his mother and demand the girl, Visenya grabbed him by his throat and held him seated. Bringing a sword to his throat. Maegor could not see his caring mother in her eyes. Nothing but Maternal rage burned in her eyes as she glared at him. Seething with every breath she took. 

“You. Cannot. Have. My. Daughter.” Visenya warned. “Am I understood?” 

Maegor took a moment then nodded. Allowing her to release his neck and stand back. “Where will you take this girl?”

“Dragonstone. We will be happy there.” Visenya said. “Call for men to remove the body and return it to Highgarden.” 

Maegor nodded, and with that Visenya left the room. She made her way back to the girl’s room. Visenya knew she had to comfort her daughter. Let her know they were getting away from the expectations of the court. That she would protect and spoil her. That they would never be apart again. When she stood outside the room she collected herself and steadied her shaking hand. 

Once she entered she had to duck the cup thrown at her head. She saw her child, with tears streaming down her face, glaring with a new bravery that the shy girl did not possess before. Visenya raised her hands in a calming gesture, trying to prove she was no threat. 

“It is fine now child. Nothing will separate us now.” Visenya tried to reassure her. 

“I’m not going anywhere with you! You murderer! You thief!” YN shouted. 

Visenya hardened at the accusation. She was a warrior. A mother. Not some heartless thief and murderer. What she did was for her children. And she would not listen to accusations that she would steal without cause.

“That’s enough, Rhaenys.” She scolded, purple eyes narrowing.

“I. Am. Not. Rhaenys! My name is YN!” YN screamed. She tried to seem brave but she was no warrior.

Visenya said nothing at first. Then stalked toward the girl, pushing her against the wall. YN braced against the cold stone but she put on a brave glare and stared up at the woman.

“You will not speak to your mother in that tone.” Visenya said lowly.

“You are not my mother.” YN said bravely.

Visenya grabbed the girl's upper arms and held on tight. Her nail;s digging slightly into her arms as she looked down manically at the child before her. “Yes I am. I am your mother now. And You will treat me with respect.”

“I will defy you at every turn.” The girl promised. 

“Maybe so Rhaenys. But you will stay with me.” Visenya said. “Your things will be taken to Dragonstone. You will stay with me there. Now come.” 

YN tried to resist as Visenya grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room. Pulling the girl along as she shouted and screamed to be let go. She was thrown in a carriage and taken out of the city. As the girl’s things were taken to Dragonstone, the girl was dragged to the older woman’s dragon. Forcefully sat upon the beast, the girl stopped her screaming and began to cry as the beast started its flight to Dragonstone. 

Visenya tried to soothe her daughter. But knew deep down nothing she could say would solve her pain. But she was her daughter now. And nothing could separate them. 

@gulnarsultan

[butchmammon]

and since we’re on the subject of cute dates I need to talk about my dream date setting with mammon. amusement park!!!

unfortunately he’s just a little guy and a scaredy cat and he is afraid of roller coasters :( but he also will super pretend he’s not afraid of roller coasters if mc is the one to suggest an amusement park date bc he has to seem cool and strong and he says stuff like “ya just gotta hold on to me if ya get scared, got it!?” but it is ABUNDANTLY clear by the first ride that he’s only making it out of this date without suffering a heart attack if you hold his hand super duper tight and don’t let go

also all my fondest memories of going to the amusement park closest to where I live involve a three hour road trip and getting up really early to get there when the gates open, so like picture mammon driving and you in the passenger seat as the sun rises, eating breakfast sandwiches you prepared the night before (you actually made like 20 to account for beel’s midnight snacking). it’s a clear warm day as mammon cruises with the windows down, the wind whipping his hair around and occasionally getting in his mouth when he tries to take a bite of his sandwich and you laugh and reach over and tuck his hair behind his ear for him and he blushes but just casts a fond look to you bc it’s always easier for him to accept your affection when it’s just the two of you ….

and you get there when the gates open, throw your bags in a locker, and get right in line for one of the small wooden coasters by the front entrance (bc it’s always fun to work your way up from the smallest coasters to the largest ones over the course of the day)

it’s an old coaster, a little rickety with one big initial drop and a lot of small hills as the ride slows to a stop. you can tell Mammon’s getting nervous waiting in line because the palm of the hand you’re holding starts sweating and he’s looking a little green in the gills every time he looks up at the first hill. you chalk it up to first-ride jitters and say nothing of it when you take your seats three rows from the back and start the slow, agonizing climb to the top of the hill. on the descent down the first hill, Mammon basically squawks and grips your hand so tight it almost feels like he’s going to break your bones, but by the smaller hills his shrieks turn into breathless laughter and he does have fun!!! but oh man that initial drop freaks him out

you do some carnival games to cool down before getting in line for another ride. Mammon is somehow really good at every game that’s supposed to be rigged to make you lose, and he ends up winning you a giant stuffed bear, a banana hat, and a little pink stuffed sheep and even though you’re trying to figure out the logistics of how to carry all this stuff around the park all day, you don’t say anything about it because Mammon looks SO proud of himself (and he also thinks you look really cute buried in stuffed animal prizes and he keeps kissing you on the forehead and on the nose and on the cheek so you decide the inconvenience is worth it)

but when you get in line for the next ride Mammon gets all nervous again and this time you nudge his shoulder and ask what about roller coasters freaks him out so much, and his mouth twists a little in distaste when he says he really doesn’t like the visual of plummeting towards the ground on the first drop. you think on that for a moment, squeezing his hand reassuringly. when you get to the front of the line and get ready to take your seats, you tell him to close his eyes and pretend he’s flying! he does loop-de-loops and dive-bombs all the time when he’s flying around so this is hardly any different, right??

he’s skeptical but he gives it a try and it kind of works?! the climb to the top of the hill is still crazy nerve-wracking but he has way more fun with his eyes closed!! this is also a huge bonus for you because when you go to the little booth at the exit of the ride where you can buy those pictures they take on one of the hills, you see the picture of you and Mammon pop up on the screen and his eyes are squeezed shut but he has the biggest goofiest smile on his face and whjgejgwh it’s the cutest thing ever and you absolutely have to shell out 20 bucks to keep it forever

there’s also a couple water rides at this park and I think Mammon has a fucking blast on those, immediately starting splash fights with you and trying to trick you into sitting in the spot that will get you the most drenched because he thinks it’s hilarious. but jokes on him because he’s sitting right next to you so when the biggest splash hits you you throw your arms around him and pull him towards your seat and he gets just as soaked as you do

I think if you’re a big thrill seeker you tell him he can sit out of the biggest and scariest rides if he wants, and he only talks big and says “nothin’ scares the great mammon!” until he gets in line with you and looks up at that first hill and immediately feels nauseous lol.

the sun goes down an hour or so before the park closes and all the rides start lighting up in all different colors, and you and Mammon go on one of those big swing rides that lifts you high up and lazily spins you around way above all the other rides in the park. Mammon really likes this one, it’s flying without the free falling, and as you look down at all the glowing lights he can’t tear his eyes away from you, grinning at you so soft and tender it makes your heart ache when you look up and catch his gaze.

of course you end the day on the ferris wheel, making out like teenagers the second the door to your little pod closes <3

and then on the drive home you try to stay awake to keep Mammon company but you can’t stop yawning so Mammon just laughs softly and turns on some soft jazz and cracks the window to let in the warm summer night air and that lulls you right to sleep. and when you get home he doesn’t even bother trying to wake you up, just lifting you out of the passengers seat and carrying you to bed, and you’re both so worn out he forgoes pjs entirely and you both snooze, fully clothed, tangled up in each other on top of the covers

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[crookedorel]

"I have heard a rumor about you, my lord." Deirdre's face is incredibly serious. It is a rumor she very much hopes is not true for, if it is, she will feel terribly guilty. "I have heard that it was your birthday at the beginning of this moon. Is it true? Have I missed it?"

She holds out a jar with a lavender ribbon tied around its lid. "A gift for you and my sincerest apologies if that is the case. Do you remember all of those nuts we collected when those men cut down those trees? I turned them into a pesto! It felt terrible to let them go to waste and, when I eat it now, I am reminded of my dear friend!"

Deirdre smiles and pulls him into a friendly embrace. She hopes he understands how much of a light he has been in her life since he has entered it. "Happy birthday, Lord Berkut. I hope you can forgive me for how terribly belated it is."

She met him in the town streets, as they often did, although these avenues were no longer as pleasing as they had once been. Torn cobblestone and rent earth, being tilled and restructured to make it seem as though war had not pocked the land merely months beforehand. This, among so many other things, frustrated Berkut, had made him feel so impotent.

Still, he extended his arm to greet her, and froze at the severe look upon her face. He couldn't recall a time when the Lady Deirdre had looked so serious, stern and solemn, an expression which did not suit her at all.

He could not help the wry bitterness that escaped him when he answered, quirking his brow; "And what rumors might those possibly be? You must know, Lady Deirdre, that not everything one hears is - "

Oh. But, when he thought back on it...it was true, wasn't it? Berkut's face fell flat for a moment, a tight pinch in the creases of his eyes the only indication of the confusion of processing the information that...he had lost such track of time that he did not even know when his name day was any longer.

Slowly, carefully, he took the jar extended to him, turned it this way and that, the green catching in the sunlight and blooming verdant in his chest, a brightness he had not seen or felt in some time. "I...thank you, Lady Deirdre. I apologize if this has been - "

And the sensation of arms wrapping around him brought him entirely to heel, frozen in his shock at the tenderness of the gesture. It was no desperate cling, no jovial but ultimately fangless clap on the back, no venom in the gesture. Merely warmth, fondness, not fragile in danger of shattering at the barest move, but fluid and fond.

His breath hitched momentarily as he blinked the heat from his eyes, pressing a hand to the lady's shoulder before he cleared his throat, thick.

"You've made this, you said? What skills you have. I cannot claim that any lady's in Rigel's Imperial court would have known the entrance to exit of a scullery. We shall have to eat it together, that I might praise you to your face."

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

Just finished the show a few days ago, so that's why I'm only just posting this now.

[imaginarianisms]

🖤 for misa about light ??

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends (eventually, over time) / my only friend. (eventually, over time)

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours; specify. || ALWAYS ACCEPTING || @prodigum.

[todayisafridaynight]

what do you think the arakawa fam r like with like. food. like in general. is masato particular abt texture. does masumi put too much salt in everything. does Jo like not eat because he hates himself

jo definitely does not eat because he hates himself why do you think they got tsutsumi to play him. man's thin as a rail it's perfect casting

BUT with arakawa you won't catch him dead eating anything less than eye-catching or remarkable. keywords being Catch Him i know my man would like a burger .... it's just appearances and all ... truly is not as high maintenance as he presents himself when in the privacy of his home

i have an essay about masato and his diet/food preferences but i'll keep it tl;dr and say he's a pampered house cat. do not even breathe the word 'take out' to him he'll shrivel up and vomit on the floor. homecooked meals were as healthy as arakawa and sawashiro could make them so the second masato had the chance to try Actual Food that didnt taste like watered almonds that probably solidified his villain origin story. once he got to taste pork bacon instead of turkey bacon for the first time it was all over.

[oveliagirlhaditright]

So, I don't know if I'm ever going to watch the 5th Wave movie based on reviews I've seen for it now (even though I also feel bad saying this--and think maybe I should--because I'm also someone who thinks you should judge things for yourself), but I have watched a few amvs for it... and just based on that (though I admit that that might not be a fair metric to base it on), I do agree with people who think that Evan Walker was miscast (it also might have been direction issues). He just seems too earnest to me? Too trustworthy? And that's sort of a problem, of course, because you needed to have so many moments in the film where you didn't know if you could trust the guy or not. And based on the scenes I've seen, he doesn't seem mysterious/sketchy enough. He also doesn't give off the vibes where Cassie was like, "I'm going to kill Evan Walker!" because he was pissing her off so much. IDK. -shrugs-

[hxney-lemcn]

Mine, Only Mine — Mr. Crawling, Gap, Silvair, Chopped, Hugeface, and Scarletella x gn! reader

summery: how jealous do some of the Homicipher boys get?

tw: unhealthy relationships (Mr. Hugeface & Scarletella)

wc: 1.2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Crawling

❥I know people have written about how he gets jealous…but I don’t really think he does? Or at least not terribly. The scene with Mr. Chopped and the cat ears show that Mr. Crawling won’t pout or get sad at you showing affection to others, just that he wants to gain the same attention (the ear scene…). So jealousy with Mr. Crawling isn’t too bad, just be prepared to shower him with more affection than the person you originally did. 

❥On the other hand, I do think his jealousy may increase if you ignore him. Say you give more attention to Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Crawling would get a bit sad and pouty, thinking you don’t like him anymore. If this happens, give him lots and lots of attention and reassurance, he’ll be super grateful. I mean he loves your affection anyways, so might as well give him some extra headpats and kisses. Even better if you only show certain signs of affection with him, it makes him feel special. 

❥Overall, not the most jealous, but not completely unaffected either. Make sure he gets his daily dose of attention/quality time and he’ll be as right as rain.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Gap

❥Uh, he gets more jealous than you’d think. Like…his whole thing is he wants to be special to you…in his own strange way. Doesn’t like the thought of someone taking his place as a jokester to you. Also why he brings you things he’d think you like from time to time, just to make sure you still have that special place in your heart for him <3

❥Hates hate hates when you call him bad or not good. He’s good! He swears! Remember how he’s helped you before! Gets all frowny when you call him not good and then call someone else good. He’s good too! Guess he has to prove it, AGAIN. It’s honestly kind of endearing how he has no clue how he actually kind of does like you? But not exactly in a romantic way? It’s honestly hard to label his feelings towards you, so why should I?

❥I’d say he’s the second most jealous in this list of characters, watching on angrily as you praise someone that isn’t him. Be prepared for magazines and books galore when he’s in this mood, trying to prove his worth to you. Kind of strange for someone to try so hard when they claim to not like you…

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Silvair

❥Definitely the chillest one here. Doesn’t really get jealous at all :/ If anything, he finds it entertaining when you’re affectionate with others. Gives him more insight to his lab rats. Yes, he sees everyone as a lab rat. Idk, I can’t really see him get jealous.

❥Maybe…MAYBE if someone else tries doing research on you, or if Ms. Nurse treats you instead he’ll feel a bit off. Like…you’re his test subject, he knows you from the inside out…literally and not in the fun sense. Why would you go to someone who doesn’t know as much about you and how this world affects you? It’s very hard to spot his jealousy, doesn’t even notice it/recognize it himself. He just doesn’t want anyone to mess up his data…that’s all…totally.

❥In conclusion, not really jealous. Doesn’t feel like he needs to be. You’re ‘friends’, doctor and patient, mad scientist and lab rat not many others threaten that balance between you. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Chopped

❥Honestly…Mr. Chopped I’m kinda mixed on how he’d be. Like on one hand, I could totally see him getting jealous if you call others cute or pay too much attention to them. On the other…he could probably care less. He loves himself, you love him, why does he need to get jealous? It’s clear how much you like him with the way you pamper him. I mean we get so many examples where you’re affectionate to Mr. Crawling in front of Mr. Chopped and he doesn’t really bat an eye. 

❥Now, I can see if he gets a bit insecure he might get more jealous. Whether it be because Mr. Crawling pats your head or tucks you into bed, Mr. Chopped feels a bit sad. He’d like to tuck you in, you look so comfy. Might be just a bit pouty, eyeing you like a dissatisfied cat. Easily rectified with head pats or even cuddles. Gets side tracked from his jealousy as soon as you give him a sliver of attention honestly.

❥Mr. Chopped is fifty fifty when it comes to jealousy, but it’s never too bad. He’s pretty comfortable with what you both have and doesn’t really feel threatened by others. After all, you did call him cute.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Hugeface

❥I wouldn’t say he gets jealous? More possessive than anything. Like that scene when Mr. Machete stumbles into his little makeshift dollhouse that he made for you and gets all angry that he’s there. It’s more of a ‘you’re not supposed to be here, this is our playtime’ more than actual jealousy. Throws a little fit whenever someone messes up your playtime. Very accusatory lmao.

❥Does not like when you try to escape. Was he not providing enough for you? Were you unhappy? You’re not allowed to leave! You’re his cute human! He can’t just find another one y’know. Mr. Hugeface may be lenient if he sees you happier, you need enrichment after all. Feels extra happy if you come back on your own violation. 

❥The most childish out of all the characters on this list. Isn’t afraid to throw tantrums, will also punish you by putting you in a solid concrete cube if he’s really upset. Yeah…not the most healthy of relationships to have…BUT! I do think you could convince him to be a bit better…? Maybe? Only if you put enough work in communicating with him though. Maybe punish him in your own way like leaving for longer if he threatens to trap you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Scarletella

❥Uhhhhhhhhhhh. Top of the list when it comes to jealousy. Watches your every move with curiosity and spite. Why are you doing that to Mr. Crawling? Do it to him instead. Why do you look so happy braiding Mr. Chopped’s hair? Style his hair instead. Why are you looking so fondly amused at Mr. Gap? Don’t you find him amusing? You do like him, right? He likes you. He likes you a lot, and he thought he was enough…was he not?

❥Will stare through your skull. It is so intimidating. His smile? Strained, it makes your skin crawl. You have to make sure he doesn’t hurt your friends, he’s so close to snapping, but he knows that would upset you and that’s not his goal. So instead he stands ominously in the background, body staticing in and out while his hand clenches the handle of his umbrella. 

❥Not that easily mended. Likes to monopolize all your time and affection. Needs constant reassurance as well, he’s quite needy. If you like constant validation and no social life go for it, just don’t get too upset if he threatens your other monster friends…he can’t stand that you could like someone that wasn’t him.

[caotictimmy]

if you're doing mouthwashing can i have daisuke x reader hcs plz... just pretend the tulpar never crashed i want him to be happy hjdkjkdsjg

OMG ANON…you get me. Daisuke has me in a CHOKEHOLD. Ok so here are how the headcanons are gonna go. Pre dating/confession. Dating and NSFW. I had another anon ask me to do NSFW head canons with daisuke. So why not kill two birds with one stone. The regular head canon r gonna be Gn. But the NSFW are gonna have some AFAB stuff. Still can kinda be read as Gn.

Crushing - Confession

- I believe Daisuke crushing on you would be a very, you fell first, but he fell harder kinda thing.

- I think that because Daisuke can be well.. a bit dense (still love him though). That he’s not really gonna pick up on any hints or flirting. So you kinda of have to wait till he realizes he likes you.

- When he does realize he likes you is probably when you were sticking up for him against Swansea(I love you Swansea but you still were mean to Daisuke🙁).

- It’s gonna be easy to tell when he likes you. This man is gonna be so obvious😭🙏

- We all know he’s eager to please right? He’s doing this with you 2 times more. Always asking if you needed anything, he’d be right on it.

-Little things to. I’m talking some laying his shirt over a puddle for you to step on. I feel like he tries to woe you with these gestures.(and it works)

- Daisuke loves listening to your voice. No matter how your voice sounds. He’ll go out of his ways to find you to ramble on about something. He thinks you look and sound cute rambling. o(^w^)o

- Also I think he just likes looking at you. There have been MANY times where Swansea has smacked Daisuke in the back of the head, cause he got sidetrack staring at you with this very lovesick grin. Staring like you personally hung the stars for him.

- Daisuke would be a bit too nervous to think of confessing first. So Swansea would definitely be pushing him to confess. He’s tired of seeing you two ogling at each other and doing nothing about it😒.

- Our sly little man some how convinced Curly to make a cake for him to give you. (I swear on my life curly is a die hard romantic but I’m saving that for when I do headcanons on him later)

- I feel like Daisuke would sneak in your room. Waiting for you to enter. When you do he lifts up the cake in his hands, “ Imadeyouthiscakewillyoudateme” He rambled out. Being scared you would say no.

- But when you say yes. I’m not kidding he shouted “WHOO HOO!!!”. It was very funny. Daisuke would quickly put the cake down and rush to hug you,

Dating

- I feel like the affection he likes to receive is words of affection and physical contact. And for what he usually gives. Acts of service and physical affection. Let me explain

-(Daisuke receiving) It’s a bit obvious that Daisuke probably hasn’t gotten a lot of praise in his life. So I believe that he absolutely melts when you give him these encouraging words. It can range from a lot. From a small, “good job” to a “I love you so much, no matter what.”. It makes him so happy like you don’t even understand.

-(Daisuke receiving) Idk it’s just a an itch in my brain telling me. I think he likes all kinds of physical affection. From holding his pinky, to wrapping you arms and legs around him cuddling. If it insures some sort of touching he’s down. I also think he like resting his head on either your thighs, or chest. Resting his eyes. PLEASE scratch his head or tangle your fingers through his hair. He loves it so much. Like it calms him down so much.

-(Daisuke giving) You can’t tell me this man isn’t at least a bit clingy. Not in a “if you talk to someone else I’ll kill them” type of way but a “ you make me feel safe and secure” kind of way. Does that make sense? Anyways, he loves flopping onto you when he sees you laying down. Like I’m talking full rag doll flop. I fully believe he brought a stuff animal on the ship. So he fully treats you like a stuff animal. Quick random switch. I don’t think he likes being the small spoon. Only because I feel like he needs to sleep holding something. I don’t think he would mind being big spoon. But overall he prefers you two facing each other.

-(Daisuke giving) We all know he has a knack for trying to be as helpful as he can. We can see that when he tried to fix the vent! To trying to crawl up it to save Anya… guys I can’t do this anymore. ANYWAYS. This man does not want you to lift a FINGER. He is so head over heels inlove with you. He’ll do anything for you. He’ll ask him to bring you a star and he’d ask which one. LIKE HE LOVES YOU SM AND JUST WANTS TO SEE YOU HAPPY.

- He loves kissing. Receiving and giving. From a simple peck, to kissing your face all over. He just loves it so much. He finds it so romantic. Listen hear me out. Non sexual neck kissing. He could be waking up before you(highly unlikely). Softly kissing your neck to wake you up. Just soft and sweet.

- Late night talks are a must with him. It could be about anything really. From what plot twist you guys thought would happen on the shitty soap opera you guys were watching. What ifs, what your guys future would look like, what you guys would be if you were animals. The topics you guys talk about are far and wide. But he enjoys the comfort of being by you.

- You can’t tell me this man isn’t a big back. Daisuke definitely brought a bunch of snacks with him. So he will happily share with you. He is a very giving person. But also expect to get your food stolen sometimes.. make sure you get extra food in your plate to give him the rest. He would appreciate it a lot!!!!!:3

- He also really loves spending anytime he can with you. Especially if it involves games. Let me tell you. YOU DO NOT WANNA PLAY DRESS TO IMPRESS WITH THIS MAN. He would cook you so hard in the game it’s not even funny. He’s literally in the top 10 players in dress to impress.

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (AFAB)

- Praise kink. YOU GUYS CANT TELL ME I’M WRONG. You guys could water board me. Scream at me that I’m wrong. Every time you praise him when y’all are getting freaky. Busting. Like it gets him going SO HARD (pun intended) Like omg… Especially if you praise his efforts/ how good he’s doing. Pray that you’ll be able to walk after.

- This man is LOUD…… grunting, whimpering, moaning, panting. Any noise you can think of hes made it. Like he doesn’t even think of suppressing his noises. He also doesn’t want you to either! He loves hearing you. He thinks the louder you are = the better he’s doing. So please don’t suppress your noises he’ll get so sad:(. But back to the topic. This man needs something to muffle him. Wether that be kissing you, or lightly nibbling your neck. When he starts to get to loud you need to find a way to shut him up.

-Speaking of loud Swansea has definitely caught you guys once’s. Y’all were a bit to loud and he was wonder what was going on and… Let’s just say he wasn’t able to look at you guys for a bit. But after he gave Daisuke a fist bump. Man to man🗣️🗣️🗣️

- Daisuke is willing to try almost everything. I full heartedly believe this man is a virgin. The furthest he’s ever gone is making out. So he’s eager to learn! He was a bit nervous your guys first time. But after a bit that nervousness dissolved into eagerness! I don’t think he’d be into hurting you badly. And I don’t think he likes pain that much either. But I think he would like his hair being pulled. Or maybe you lightly scratching his back.

- I think he would be open to having sex not just in your rooms. Either in random room barely used. Or a couple of times on the couch when everyone was in their sleeping quarters. Thankfully you guys weren’t caught!!! But Curly was wondering what that clear sticky substances was on the couch…

-(AFAB) Munch no question asked. LISTEN WHEN I SAW HE WANTED AN EXTRA PACK OF SWEETENER I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT BIG BACK MUNCH BEHAVIOR. Also because this man loves to please. DO YALL SEE ME VISION. This man who’ll slurp it up like no tomorrow. His favorite made is your pleasure is his pleasure. But omg like he gets so into eating you out it’s not even funny… You have to pry his face away from your core. And he looks so hot. His hair a mess. His eyes dazed but still has that love in them. And your juice all over his face like…

- He doesn’t have a favorite position. He likes way too many. And when you asked him what position he liked the most, he only responded with, “how can I pick a favorite when there all so good, and what about the ones we haven’t tried yet!” Safe to say you guys went to go try some more positions 😜

- I know I’ve been doing really freaky headcanons but I think Daisuke loves soft sex and morning sexy to. Maybe the morning after a bad day HES still feeling bad. You both are still groggy but you have time before you have to get up. Hell sink himself into. Before thrusting as his arms are wrapped around your waist. His hot breath on your neck, as he trailed kisses all along it. Just because he can be a freak doesn’t mean he can’t be really soft either.

- Daisuke loves cock warming. Try. Try to prove me wrong. He loves cuddling. He loves being as close to you as possible. What’s better than combining the two! But after a bit he does get a bit impatient and starts to subtly thrust. He really is trying to not to be you feel to good!

Authors note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I STARTED THIS WHEN I GOT HOME AND FELL ASLEEP MID WAY THROUGH WRITING THIS. Again sorry for request being slow I’m trying my best😭🙏

[plethorawrites]

i think jason is perfect for the girl who thinks that's unlovable x guy who loves her like it's as easy as breathing

maybe I'm just projecting because that has never happened to me but i do think that jason is a loverboy, especially if his significant other has never been treated right

(I think he'd be self reflecting too, honestly. Trying to treat someone the way no one ever treated him either.) (P.S. I tried a different style with this, idk if it worked or not, but try to stick with it to lmk please!)

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You were hard to love. You knew that. Every partner you ever had said so. And it made sense why.

You talked a lot. Droned on and on about interests that no else really seemed to care about. Couldn't even tell when they were getting bored because you were too focused on the way your hands moved to talk and tell stories.

You could never shut your brain off. You were always fidgeting in bed, trying to find something for your hands to do besides trace the sheets or pick at the threads on the blankets. You were always the last to fall asleep no matter when or where because some thought kept you up and you usually annoyed whoever was closest with it until they got so bored they fell asleep.

You were a terrible singer. Yet, you did it all the time. You couldn't carry a tune, couldn't hit any pitch, had no talent whatsoever and if an actual singer were to hear you when you were in the shower or the kitchen, they would surely ban you from ever listening to music again. You sang it under your breath, fighting it so you wouldn't annoy people, but always lost your own challenge and they ended up laughing.

You were clingy. You knew it was pathetic, always craving someone's attention to make you feel wanted. It was unattractive to need the kind of reassurance you wanted—to feel the warmest and most content when holding onto someone or sleeping in their arms. It was needy and sad. You were jealous. It was a bad habit, you knew. What everyone did with their own life didn't affect you in any serious way, but it was just so hard to share. Only child syndrome, maybe. Regardless, it was hard not to feel envious when someone else got attention from the person you loved most. You tried not to let it show. It did.

You were loud. You couldn't help it. You got overzealous about small things, like seeing a puppy in public or a cute baby in a onesie. You always made that high pitched screech that had people wincing in pain and telling you to lower your voice. No one wanted to see or hear about your happiness, they especially didn't like when you accidentally grabbed them without realizing you were doing it. It was annoying.

You were an awkward, bumbling, idiot. Your words got mixed up, you pulled doors that said push, you tripped. And you blushed and you covered your face with shame when it happened, but it never stopped people from giving you judgemental sideways glances in public.

...

But never to Jason.

...

You talked a lot. Spoke about interests that he sometimes knew and other times didn't. Never noticed him staring at you so intently, watching your eyes light up as you talk with your hands out of pure excitement that made him utterly enthralled.

You could never shut your brain off. You were always moving closer and closer to him in bed. You were restless, so your hands would fuss with his hair or trace the scars on his back. You always found something to mumble about— a recent book, a new recipe, something from a show, or drama from work. Your voice was so soft, so soothing as you dragged your hands up and down his back, he had no choice but to fall asleep to the comforting sound of it.

You were a terrible singer. But the sound still brought him joy. Because it was your own joy causing the horrendous screeching you couldn't seem to help. He'd laugh, yes, at the adorable attempt. He was always trying his best to disguise the grin by hiding behind his book as he read in the living room and you sang in the kitchen. He couldn't resist peeking up from his book every once in a while just to watch before ducking back down and pretending to have not noticed how happy singing off key seemed to make you.

You were clingy. It was adorable, especially with the height difference, how you'd hug him from behind when he was cooking or drape your arms around him the second he came home. He always feared touch, but yours seemed addictive. The only thing he feared worse was losing you, but thankfully, you held him tightly at night and never minded when he reciprocated. He found it peaceful, settling his thoughts when he felt his skin on yours—so soft compared to his own, which were covered in bruises and scars.

You were jealous. Some people might find the constant hovering when someone else even remotely attractive was nearby, but not him. He found it endearing how you'd hang off him, lean on him, wrap him arm around your waist or do any number of other things to make it perfectly clear he was yours. It made him feel wanted, reassured him that you weren't willing to share anymore than he wanted to watch you get attention from other people.

You were loud. You jumped when you got excited, your eyes lighting up and your nose crinkling. Your squeals of joy fell from your lips by accident and even when they were a little loud or piercing, the sound still conveyed your happiness. Your teeth would sink into your bottom lip to try to suppress your own content but it never worked and he wouldn't want it to. The little hops, the way your face would soften at the sight of something cute or grab and shake him when you saw something you thought he'd like.

You were an awkward, bumbling, idiot. You made little mistakes here and there, like everyone did. It was your reaction that had people staring. The way you'd laugh at yourself, your smile bearing widely and a faint blush spreading across your cheeks. Anyone with functioning eyes would look at you when you laughed. Hell, even a blind man with the displeasure of never getting to see your smile would still turn, just to hear your laughter a little bit better.

Maybe you talked a lot, were clingy, and jealous. But more than anything— you were his.