#little touch-starved and a little touch-traumatized

[flowercrownsandherondales]

Against the Odds Pt. 21

Another sweet little chapter and then CATCHING FIRE (i’m so fucking scared and excited.) Let me know what you think! 

XXI: Place Your Bets On Chance and Apathy

I tended to Astrid and Primrose as best I could as they sat glued to my old TV. 

The shack I once called home had become a den of waiting and worry. I suppose it had always been that, even when my son was alive. I didn’t want the Everdeen’s home to become the same, for Prim to grow up in the house that held the death of her sister alongside her father. She deserved to keep it at least somewhat safe. 

I had spent the years refusing to watch the games, something that Haymitch had begged me to do, with little protest from me. Twyla and I were still expected to attend Victory Tours, but she was so young I never had to explain anything. 

Astrid had folded back into a comatose state, eyes glued to the screen, only blinking when they became red and irritated. Prim’s hands shook, a near constant look of fear written all over her face. I tried to get her to go to the Hob with me, to check on my house in Victor’s Village, or even to take Twyla for a walk. She refused everytime. 

I did what I could. Made sure they ate three meals a day, even if Astrid barely touched it and Prim picked around and only managed three or four bites. I coaxed both of them with sleep syrup in the evening, letting them rest their minds for a few hours before they were up again, taking their spots to watch Katniss light ablaze on the chariot, score a 11 in training, and finally twirl in a circle of flames for the interview. 

She avoided mentioning me in her interview with Cesar, something I was sure Haymitch told her to do when she spoke about family back home. He was the only one allowed to mention my existence, wanting the Capitol to forget me and Twyla, even though it would never happen. 

Anytime they panned to Haymitch, Twyla would squeal, bolting on shaky toddler legs to reach her daddy, little hands pushing on the glass as if she could reach him. I would peel her off, holding her tight and reminding her how much he loved her, that he would be home soon. 

She was confused why Katniss was onscreen for a few days, forcing me to explain to her that Katniss was with her dad, and she might have to stay in the Capitol, or she might come home when Haymitch arrived, she wasn’t sure yet. It was the easiest way for her mind to wrap around the two outcomes without traumatizing her. 

My jaw dropped when Peeta was interviewed, detailing his crush on Katniss. I had known for years the boy carried a flame for her, but this was monumental. My girl wasn’t the most likable, and she’d done nothing but scowl the entire time she was there, for good reason. I knew Haymitch had to be having a hard time getting her sponsors. The socialites wanted their Victors pretty and charming, and Katniss only had one of those things. Peeta made her look desirable, humanized her in a way that they could fawn over. He gave them what Haymitch and I had been giving them for years, a love story written in the stars. No matter how many times the troupe was played, they would eat it up like a man starving. 

Once the games started I stayed at home with Twyla, waiting to go back when she was sound asleep and watching the recap once Prim and Astrid had a spoonful of sleep syrup. Gale had taken over during the day, sitting with them and reheating the meals I had made while Katniss fought for her life. 

I drank a glass of my husband’s liquor when watching the recaps, barely stopping myself from chucking it at the screen when Rue was killed, trying to contain my sobs as Katniss created a floral memorial around the tiny girl from 11. 

I found myself worrying more and more for Peeta Mellark. Katniss was in fairly good shape, as I had hoped. She had a solid amount of wounds, but they weren’t anything like the gash on Peeta’s leg. I found myself rejoicing when they found each other, fully out of my seat and pacing when it was announced there could be two winners. I wouldn’t have to watch Peeta die, something I had always dreaded, but found myself absolutely devastated by as the days ticked on. 

I let myself think about it for a moment. My girl coming home to live next door, family dinners, Haymitch finally not being our only victor, having someone to share the pain I couldn’t share. I thought about Peeta Mellark, the sweet boy he’d always been, even when I cleaned their bakery before an inspection by the Capitol. How he’d always given me a loaf, a shy smile on his face, looking behind his shoulder so his mother wouldn’t see. 

My heart raced. I couldn’t wait to extend my love to him. 

I couldn’t watch the standoff with Cato, going to sit on the porch and lighting a cigarette. I refused to see them die, even if the chance was slim. 

Gale Hawthorne found himself standing before me, wordlessly sitting down where Haymtich used to occupy years ago. 

“They did it.” 

And that was all he needed to say. They were coming home. 

 A few days later I found myself zipping up a far too fancy sundress, clasping heels to my feet, and braiding Twyla’s hair. They were coming home today. 

Capitol photographers stood at the platform, snapping picture after picture of our victors. Haymitch stepped off first, eyes meeting mine and softening as he rounded towards us, wrapping me up in his arms and twirling me off my feet. Twyla grumbled, her face souring at the lack of affection from her father. I giggled at her, a stark image of her father. He set me down, kneeling towards her and wrapping her in a bear hug, her face instantly brightening. I was all too aware of the camera on us, oohing and awing at the sight of the Capitol darling and her family. 

Their attention was quickly shifted as Katniss and Peeta stepped off, holding hands, smiles that didn’t meet either of their eyes. Prim launched herself at her sister, nearly knocking Katniss back. Haymitch’s grip on my waist tightened, his jaw starting to set as he watched the affair, ushering us back to Victor’s Village, the Everdeen’s and Peeta in tow. 

The camera’s started to depart as we reached the houses, Haymitch scooping up Twyla and beeling home, letting her talk his ear off about all she did when he was gone. He squeezed my waist before they went inside, giving me a look. Go talk to her. 

I nodded thankfully, giving him a peck on the cheek and tickling Twyla’s tummy before I took off towards Katniss’s new house, seated across from ours. 

As I cracked open the door, I heard Prim sobbing. I peeked in to see a tender moment between the sisters, kneeled on the living room floor, encased in each other. A quiet moment, just for them. 

I backed away slowly, shutting the door as softly as I could. I would check on her later, bring over some dinner. I wouldn’t intrude on them now. 

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Peeta Mellark,attempting to enter his new home by himself, taking deep breaths and he struggled to inch closer. I knew from the recap that the games had taken his leg, and I could tell by the way he was shifting he had no time to get used to his prosthetic. He backed from the door for a moment, shifting again, this time worse than before. My legs found themselves racing towards him, a hand coming to lay on his arm, attempting to steady him. 

“I’ve got you.” I said, giving him a smile. His face was red from the effort of the walk over, or maybe embarrassment that he needed help. Either way, I kept my face as kind as possible as I walked him inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. 

I wasn’t shocked to see his parents and siblings weren’t here to greet him. His father and brothers were probably busy baking, and his mother didn’t seem like the type to bother, especially after what she’d said. Just thinking about the thin blonde woman made my blood boil. 

I directed Peeta to sit on the couch, his house’s layout identical to ours. “You want a cup of tea or somethin’?” I asked, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. His blue eyes seemed far away, lost in an emotion I couldn’t describe. He nodded, allowing me a minute to go to the kitchen, eyes looking back at him every few minutes while I waited for the water to boil. 

He seemed numb, staring blankly ahead, fingers fidgeting in his lap. I padded back out to him, setting the tea on the coffee table and taking a seat beside him, gently placing my hand over his. Peeta looked up at me, eyes starting to water, filling with tears he tried to blink back. 

“My parents–” He started, trying to give an excuse for them, my voice stopping him. 

“I know, Peeta.” Was all I could say, wishing there  was more to give this boy who’d been through so much, who just needed love and support right now. 

“You  really showed her.” I added, nudging his shoulder with mine. He tried to smile, something like a grimace coming through instead.

“You heard her?” I nodded, lips forming into a tight line. 

“She should have never said something like that to you, Peeta. She should be proud of you, holding you in her arms, telling you she loves you. She doesn’t deserve someone like you, sweetheart.” I watched as Peeta’s tears finally fell, his shoulders shaking as he desperately tried to still them. I felt my heart break, wrapping an arm around him and pulling his body into mine. 

“You did so good in there, sweetie. You are so good, so kind, so lovely. You are everything anyone could want in a son, and I am so sorry that they have made you feel like you aren’t, that they have hurt you.”

Peeta openly cried at that, his body falling into mine like he was experiencing comfort for the first time in his life. I hated to think that might just be the truth. It just made me hold him tighter, keeping him from completely fracturing apart. 

He didn’t say anything else, didn’t have to. For the first time in Peeta Mellark’s life he didn’t have to apologize, didn’t have to desperately try and talk his way out of something, only to be met with the back of a hand. 

I pet his hair, continuing to hold him until his stomach grumbled. He shot up, eyes wide and almost… fearful? A smile broke out on my face, and for a brief moment I just looked at him, young and so scared. And I laughed. 

Peeta took a brief minute before he joined me, both of us giggling on the couch. 

And for a brief moment, as I so often did in all the children I have taken on as my own, I saw Wiley. 

And it clicked. This boy was mine now. Mine to love, mine to mother, mine to protect. 

“C’mon, let's go have dinner.” I said, patting his thigh as I rose. He looked at me confused, face still blushed from laughing. I held my hand out, a warm smile on my face to let him know it was okay. 

“I don’t wanna intrude. Haymitch just got home too.” He started, chewing on his bottom lip. I chuckled, grasping his hand and hauling him up. 

“My husband is gonna have to get used to it. You’re ours now, you’re coming for as many meals as you’ll let me make you.” It took a minute, but a slow grin started to spread on his face, nodding as he got up, allowing me to take his arm in mine and walk him over to our house. 

I found Haymitch on the floor, a glass in hand as Twyla showed him the colored pictures she had done of him while they were gone. 

“And this mommy, see papa! Mommy looks pretty.” She enthusiastically pointed, the stick figure  barely recognizable. I adored my daughter, but her art skills were subpar at best. 

Haymitch had a grimace on his face, attempting to hide it behind his glass as he hummed into it. The door opening broke his suffering, Twyla tossing the drawing aside and launching herself at my legs. 

I let go of Peeta’s arm and picked her up, watching as she quizzically looked at the blonde boy. Her face started to bury itself in my  neck, a shy blush spreading on her face and neck. 

“Mama, who that?” She whispered in my ear, cautiously watching Peeta give her a sheepish smile. 

“My thoughts exactly.” Haymitch grumbled, narrowing his eyes at his mentee. 

“Be nice.” I shot back, eyes narrowing right back at him. 

Haymitch just mumbled something under his breath, his attention going back to his drink. 

“Twyla, this is Peeta. He was on the trip with Katniss and daddy.” I spoke carefully to her, watching her brows unfurrow before a big smile reached her face. She squirmed as I set her back down, bolting towards him as soon as she hit the ground. 

“Careful!” I yelped as she barreled into Peeta’s legs, catching him off guard. I shot out a hand to steady him, feeling his bicep clench under my fingers before relaxing as my daughter hugged him like he was her new favorite toy. 

Peeta tried to crouch to her level, quickly realizing he didn’t quite know how with his prosthetic leg. He gave up about half way, straightening back up. Twyla caught on quick, eyes going from his face to his leg. 

“It’s lovely to meet you Twyla. That’s a very pretty dress you’re wearing.” Peeta said, ever the polite boy I’d met in the bakery so long ago. His attempt to get her distracted away from his leg worked, my little girl instantly charmed by him, her face turning an even deeper shade of pink. 

I left them to get acquainted, getting dinner ready. Arms snaked around my waist as they so often did, Haymitch laying his head in the crook of my neck while I worked. 

“We have a few things to discuss once our company leaves.” He murmured, leaving a kiss behind his words. I took a shaky breath, nodding mutely while he softly swayed us as I cut the potatoes. 

Dinner was lovely, Peeta chattering on with Twyla, amused each time he made her blush and bashfully hide her face. Haymitch shot him daggers from across the table, I clutched his knee, sending him my own warning glances. It seemed his overprotective father act was starting far too early. 

I set out an apple stack cake for dessert, much to my daughter and husband’s delight. Haymitch would never admit it, but his sweet tooth was unfathomable. Just as I went to fetch more forks, I heard a knock at the door. 

Katniss Everdeen stood in the frame, her dress from the ride home stripped, leaving her in her usual pants and olive shirt.

“Hi, Y/N.” she said softly, almost like she was afraid to speak. Tears welled up in my eyes, arms opening immediately to welcome her home. I ran my hands through her hair, soft brunette waves running down her back like a waterfall. 

“Hi baby girl.” I cried, still holding onto her as I ushered her inside, my voice cracking at her pet name. She let out a shaky exhale, letting me drag her in. I watched her take a big whiff, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. 

“Apple stack cake?” She asked, looking around the room. She’d never been to our home in Victor’s Village, always meeting at the old house or her home. “Looks the same as ours.” I nodded, leading her towards the dining room. 

I kissed her on the temple as we made it, Twyla bouncing up from her seat and rushing her as she did Peeta and I. 

“Home! Katniss, I like Peeta!” She said, barely able to put full sentences together. I had been working with her on vocabulary, Haymitch and I reading her at least three books each night before bed. Still, she struggled with the in between words, saying enough to get the point across. 

Katniss stopped in her tracks at the mention of Peeta, her eyes hitting him from the table and stiffening. He looked down at his plate, a frown on his face. I looked at Haymitch in confusion. I knew the lovers thing was mostly a ploy to throw the Capitol off, but they had at least seemed like friends in the arena.Haymitch shrugged, taking another drink before breaking the highly uncomfortable moment. 

“Didn’t realize you two winning meant we would never know another minute of peace and quiet.” Katniss and Peeta didn’t react, now trying to look anywhere else other than each other, the pictures of Twyla, Haymitch and I suddenly becoming the most interesting things in the world. 

I cleared my throat, trying to break the tension that you could cut with a knife. “Why don’t we all have some cake, yeah?” 

Katniss shook her head, looking at me with soft eyes. “I actually just had dinner. I should probably head back, I just wanted to say hi.” I nodded slowly, eyes narrowing at her. Something was going on between my newly appointed son and my adopted daughter, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t figure it out. 

Haymitch broke my stare at her, getting up from the table and snatching up Twyla. “It’s her bedtime. You two should go get settled in your new homes.” Peeta and Katniss still didn’t move, playing a game of chicken with each other. 

My husband made a sound from deep in his throat, going to cover Twyla's ears before saying, “Really, hate to kick you out but I haven’t seen my wife in over two weeks. We have some catching up to do.” His eyebrows raised up and down for a minute, my face going red at his insinuation. That seemed to do it, both of them making a disgusted face before marching towards the door, Peeta still wobbling on his new leg. 

I gave Katniss another kiss on the cheek as she passed, then gave Peeta one as well. “You need some help getting home?” I asked him, keeping my voice low so as not to embarrass him. Haymitch cut in again before he could answer. 

“It’s across the street, sweetpea, he’s fine. What’s not fine is the fact that my daughter isn’t in bed and I’m not alone with my wife.” I smacked him on the chest as walked past me, toting our girl off to bed. 

Peeta gave me a soft, sad smile. “I’ll be okay, Y/N. Thank you for dinner.” I nodded at him, patting him on the cheek like a mother would. “Goodnight, Twyla! Have sweet dreams!” He called up to her, Haymitch nearly up the staircase. I peeked as she let out a squeak, burying her head into Haymitch’s shoulder, earning a laugh out of me. 

“I’ll stop by tomorrow, help you get settled.” I promised him, closing the door softly behind him, Katniss already opening the door to her own house. I waved at the girl, which she returned. 

Haymitch waited for me on the couch as I cleared the kitchen, nursing his drink. I fell into his side once I was done, snuggling up to him and breathing in the scent of sandalwood and something else that indicated he’d been in the Capitol. His arms went around my shoulders, pulling me closer and setting down his drink. 

“I’m glad you’re home. Thank you for keeping your promise.” I said, finger tracing circles on his chest. He made a low noise, humming at me.

“You gonna adopt the Mellark boy too?” he asked, a lightness to his voice that wasn’t usually there when he returned from the Capitol. I rolled my eyes, looking up into his. 

“He needs someone. His family ain’t worth shit, you know that.” He sighed, nodding briefly. “Plus I think his mom isn’t going to show her face when I’m around. I might have made a comment about tossing her in the bakery oven.” Haymitch raised his brows before letting out a deep, rumbly chuckle. 

“Serves her right.” He said, hand going under my chin to tilt my head, bringing his lips in to leave a teasing kiss that was able to pull a low moan out of me. 

I pulled back before things got too heated. “What about the discussion?” I asked, Haymitch letting out his own groan at my cockblock. 

“I’ll tell you all about it in the mornin’, just wan’ you now.” He slurred, chasing the kiss I pulled away from. I let him, our mouths moving in sync, limbs becoming intertwined as he lifted me to put me on his lap. I stripped off my shirt, then his, then our pants and underwear, watching as his face darkened with lust and love. 

I ran my hands up his chest, leaving love bites down his neck as he lined himself up, entering me in a swift motion. It felt like coming home, a deep moan coming out of both of us between breathless kisses. 

“So fuckin’ perfect. My sweet little wife. All alone while I was gone, takin’ such good care of my baby.” 

I shivered at his words, bouncing on his lap as I lost myself in the pleasure of it all. He took my hands in his, intertwining them as he angled himself to hit the perfect spot inside of me. 

It wasn’t drawn out, never had been between us. We’d always felt like there was no time, only fleeting moments of pleasure before the floor was dropped under us. 

After a few thrusts and several quieted moans and groans between us, stars lined my eyelids, Haymitch not far behind. 

“I love you, Y/N” He said, eyes shining with utter care and love. My forehead met his, “I love you, Haymitch.” Our breaths intertwined as our bodies came down, forming one solid unit. 

Whatever came next, whatever repercussions of the games came to haunt us, couldn’t ever tear the lining of our souls away, which only held one thing. 

Haymitch and Y/N. 

[darkeraurora]

Updated Masterlist

All my fics are NSFW. Please pay attention to the content warnings at the beginning of each chapter. MDNI - I'm an adult and it's weird.

These are also on AO3

ADMISSIONS

Status: ONGOING

Ghost meets original FMC and has to deal with the F word (feelings). Lots of stuff in here: cutsey fluff, bits of domesticity, hurt/comfort, found family, to PTSD fallout, facing traumas, angst, loss of virginity, soft dom Simon, and some VERY delicious smut. Something for everyone. Check the trigger warnings ⚠️

Chapter 1 - Unexpected

Chapter 2 - Opening Up

Chapter 3 - Small Moments

Chapter 4 - Just Kiss Already

Chapter 5 - Mission First

Chapter 6 - Fairytales

Author's Note: The time gap is currently between these chapters. Wherever this note appears is where I'm currently working. Why there's a time skip is a kind of long story.

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

ONESHOTS

Nice Manners

Status: Complete. VERY NSFW.

Word Count: 7192(ish) Smut with no plot whatsoever. I barely even proofread the thing. Hard dom Simon disciplining the team's sex toy. 25/10 spicy.

[purplemninja]

Though you may have escaped the pain and demons of the past physically, they can still stick to you mentally.

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[Next: A discovery is made, then some decisions, one or two loose ends get tied up, a uniform is established, and caterpillars. Though not necessarily in that order]

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[Novelisation]

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Music:

Cobalt Thief - coloUrs and mayhem: Universe A album - Ray McDougall

Old friends anew - Little Nightmares 2 soundtrack - Tobias Lilja (spliced)

End of the hall - Little Nightmares 2 soundtrack - Tobias Lilja (slowed down slightly and plays at the same time as 'Old friends anew' during Six's flashbacks of the Hunter's basement)

Death whistle - Puss in Boots and the Last Wish - Dreamworks (segment)

[voltstone]

within me are two wolves.

to inject every ounce of homoerotic and severely mentally ill tension into one character (violet).

to also do that but like a concerning amount.

[strawberryfloofs]

tw: mentions of neglect/abuse

carer with a traumatized age regressor they know they're helping to heal everytime they slip.

never received toys/were given very few toys as a kid? bubbas spoiling you in all the toys you want! if their kiddo is a little more shy and feeling guilty, they'll notice their little one eyeing a toy. "do you want it puppy? no need to feel bad, i just wanna give you everything you deserve"

went without food in public? carer will always order something for you, you never have to watch them eat while you have nothing. "oh honey I would never~ not only is that mean, but you gotta grow big and strong like me!"

went without food/snacks in private? your caregiver always makes sure they stock up on your favorite snacks and brands- no matter how specific they are. there's no shame in only eating a certain brand or flavor of chips. there's always groceries in the house and they're happy to cook for you, wanting to make sure you're safe AND fed. "are you hungy? I can get my sweetheart their favorite snack until the pastas done?"

had bad physical treatment? they would NEVER even THINK about laying a hand on you. if you misbehave or act up, they understand you're just in littlespace. like real kids, emotions can be hard and some moments arent good. sometimes kids like to test boundaries, there's nothing wrong with that. they won't let it slide and will issue lines, time outs, and stuff like early bedtime or shorter playtime- but nothing physical or mentally damaging. "angel I know you're all upset and shouting at bubba, but I need you to sit in the chair for 5 minutes. we don't yell."

missed out on a lot of childhood experiences? that's okay! your cg is soooo happy to integrate anything into their routine. whether it's storytime, going to the park, holiday celebrations, they're happy to accomodate! "oh you wanna have a bubba baby book read before your nap? of course little one!"

touch starved and wanting a lot of physical affection? they'll love on you SO much to try and make up for it! cuddles, pats, carries, boops, you got it! "awww does munchkin need a hug? cmere"

weren't treated the best emotionally? they understand how it can impact you. your carer always reminds you that you're not a burden, it wasn't your fault, and they truly do love you. they're not lying to you, they don't hate you, there's no maliciousness or ulterior motives- just pure love and care. "I know it was a lot, and I'm sorry you had to live through that angel- but I'm glad you're with me now. As long as I'm here, and as long as you'll let me- I won't let anyone treat you like that again. I pinky promise, my little love. Always, and forever."

Icl, this was very self indulgent to me- but I hope anyone who can sadly relate feels atleast a little bit of comfort and wholesomeness from this. I believe you. You're strong.

[makaylaloves-words]

Jason Todd thought his need for touch had died with him.

Pairing: Jason Todd x afab reader

TW: Mentions of virginity, sexual themes, masturbation, mentions of death, mentions of body issues

1.5k Words (wow i can yap)

Part two

Jason Todd thought his need for touch had died with him. Decayed and rotted with his body after that faithful encounter with the Joker. And when he came back, he was happy to go without it.

Jason got all the touch he needed, he was in physical fights on a daily basis. Putting literal blood, sweat, and tears into it. Why would he need someone to patch him up after patrol or press gentle loving kisses to each his scars, of which he has many. Not that he stayed up at night thinking of those things. He does. But he goes without it. He refuses touch like an abused animal; scurrying away with his tail between his legs.

If someone asked him about his love life, he’d wave them off. Says he’s too busy and has actual important fucking things to do. He is also kinda embarrassed, not that he’ll admit it to anyone. Even himself.

Then he met her. You.

Jason doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Thinks it’s just lust with a fancy title, not that he would know. He’s a 24 year old virgin, leave the poor guy alone, he died at 15. But, he does know that as soon as he saw you, something changed. Something fundamental in his genetic makeup changed. Something in the cosmos shifted. He felt a need like he hasn’t felt since his before his resurrection. Not a sexual desire but a want to be close to someone. To be doted on and cared for. It disgusts him how much he craves it. How much he wants soft kisses and tooth decaying fluff.

It starts slow, agonizingly so. He doesn’t trust easily but he also doesn’t give up information easily so getting close to him is a hard battle. But, you steadily become a part of his life. And he yearns for your presence more than he cares to admit. He keeps coming back, even when he messes up. Maybe because he’s stubborn. Maybe because fate. Maybe because your presence makes his heart feel something it hasn’t felt since his mother died and he causes that high. You’re a trouper through it all. Supporting him when he ghosts you just to reappear with muttered apologies and half begging to hang out again. He’s a huge guy with scars and muscle and before you got to know him, you were sure his body count was higher than his IQ. You were severally wrong about both.

In Jason’s head, he’s got you wrapped around his finger but it’s really the opposite. He worships you and like hell isn’t he gonna show it.

Somehow, against all odds, you end up dating. He has no idea how it happened. You’re a goddess in his eyes and he’s.. well him. A traumatized brute of a man.

The first time you stay over, he’s so nervous he nearly barfs. He’s scared you’re gonna ask for more, for sex or cuddling or something he just can’t do right now, and he’s gonna have to say no. But you don’t. You keep your distance and let him make the first move. You watch a movie together and he puts his hand on your thigh, he’s sweating bullets and is so giddy on the inside.

Soon, every other night is spent at the others house. At time, he’s kinda weird about sleeping but he drifts to you like a moth to a flame. He can’t deny how complete he feels with you in his arms. He craves your affection like a man starved. He goes from not having his first kiss to full on make out sessions and he is a happy camper.

He doesn’t tell you he’s a virgin but you’re not an idiot, you can tell. You can tell by how he stiffens when your hands go a little too low while you kiss. You can tell by how it took him months to even start sleeping without a shirt on and even now he wears sweatpants and keeps himself covered.

You’re okay with it. He’s worth it in your eyes.

He is not insecure per se but he’s aware that he’s not conventional. The first time you see his autopsy scar he looks like a scared puppy and it hurts your heart.

“I think you’re beautiful, Jason” you murmur, running your hand up his abdomen, tracing the red mark. He shivers and something shifts in his gut. Maybe he isn’t ugly, because you wouldn’t lie. And god knows you could have any man you want so he must be decent looking. You’re an angel and god knows he will worship you until he has no life left to give.

Eventually he gets better at the small affection. Craves your touch, actually. He hugs you when he gets home and kisses you before he leaves. He learns to braid your hair and let you help him dye his. He acts as normal as he can manage.

He yearns for your affection, really. He’s come to terms with it, but he doesn’t know how to deal with the desire that has formed in his gut and won’t go away. He died before he could experience anything and you look so. fucking. good. And you smell good and you laugh at his stupid jokes and read the books he likes and oh my god he’s totally in love.

He doesn’t tell you, not at first, not for a long while because love is dangerous and scary and if he messes this up he is sure he’ll never forgive himself. But he shows you, in the little things.

One day you’re sitting on your shared, yes you moved in together, couch watching some random movie. Your legs are slung in his lap and he gently holds your calfs. You laugh along with the movie, pointing out things and just being you and he feels his pants growing tighter. He panics. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable and the pang in his gut every time you shift isn’t a good sign. Except that you’ve been dating a little over a year and you’ve been aching for your big hot boyfriend but you’re obviously not gonna push him to do something he’s not comfortable with.

He awkwardly excuses himself to the bathroom and stares in the mirror for what seems like hours. Who is he to be lusting over you? He doesn’t deserve you and he doesn’t what to look like a perv, even if it’s his own girlfriend.

His dick is so hard it hurts and he squeezes it till near pain, willing it to soften up so he can go back in there. He ends up jacking off thinking about you. He does that more than he cares to admit.

Weeks later, after yet another awkward moment of his scampering off when you get too close. You address it.

“Jason, honey, can i ask you something?”

He swallows, stiffening. “Yeah.”

“Feel free to correct me if i’m talking nonsense but I uh-“ you take a breath, god how do you even say this. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything, i’m just bringing it up. Desiring your partner is normal, Jay. If- if you want that, that’s normal and encouraged.” You swallow. He blinks. Sea foam eyes studying you in that intense way that either makes you squirm in intimidation or because your guts fluttering.

“Have i been that obvious?” he finally says and you smile.

That night he stays up thinking. You said it’s okay to want that but is he okay with what that could mean? sure, everything he was in the shower, or pretty much anytime he was alone at this point, he would think of you, your scent, your laugh, and would come so hard he saw stars. But masturbation and sex were very different things and as much as he craves that depth of physical intimacy, he was scared.

You guys have a conversation, he actually fully opens up and you decide you’ll try. It takes a couple tries. You take the lead. Making it natural, letting make out sessions turn into you on his lap. Grinding and panting before he swallows and tells you to stop. Of course you do. This happens a few times and everytime he feels so bad. Yes, he wants you so bad it hurts but until recently he had lacked to think of your side. You have been dating for a year and a half and hadn’t done anything. He’d be scared you’d leave him over it if he didn’t know you so well.

Jason lies awake at night just staring at you, absentmindedly grinding against your ass before he realizes himself and scoots away to put as much distance between you. You whine from the cold and scoot to him. He kisses the top of your head and makes a decision right there, he’s going to fuck you if it’s the last thing he does.

And he’s praying to any god that’ll listen that he can make it good for you. Heaven knows he worships you more than anything and would rather die than you get no pleasure out of it.

I’m writing a part two but I would also love to do detailed stories on the first kiss or something so please give requests! thanks, babes.

@cyberangel-graphics

[the-b1ah]

I love your DPxDC gif au! It's adorable!!! I love how good at parenting Jason is. It really does just take willpower, love, and a whole lot of books. Any chance we can get Danny and Jason's first hug ever??

Omg this is such a cute ask!!!

I’ve always had the headcanon that Danny eyes literally get starry when he gets excited and when he’s in his ghost form it’s even more noticeable.

And yes those are the pants from the ice cream scene they are his favorite. 

Okay so context:

This isn’t super long after they met in the alley, so Danny is still very banged up. He already feels guilty for taking advantage of Jason kindness since they’re still pretty much complete strangers. Danny is also waiting for the other shoe to drop and Jason to get sick of him or try to kill him (ya know like most people do).

Jason on the other hand is getting six traumatic flashbacks to his own childhood per day with just how much Danny reminds him of himself fresh off the street (sassy, mistrusting, with the world on their shoulders). He’s mostly focused on getting Danny comfortable, tracking down the GIW, and keeping the alley safe. He was under the impression that Danny would bite him if he tried any physical comfort and was not prepared for the hug at all. Jasons poor touched starved ass blue screens so hard he almost has a heart attack.

When he realizes Danny is freaking out it’s already a bit too late so hugs don’t really become a staple until mucccchhhhh later.

The rest of the day all Jason is thinking is He’s going to have such a hard time giving up this kid once all the GIW stuff is sorted out.

Little does he know…

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What they were thinking after the hug:

Danny: oh no I fucked up. I def crossed his boundaries. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m gonna get kicked to the streets. I ruined everything like aways do———

Jason: affection? In this economy? Amazing I’d fight god for you.

Origin| masterlist

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

In-ho as Yandere/Obsess with You (Player) |

This is going to have two versions.

Yandere!In-ho x Fem!Player!Reader

Yandere!Detective!In-ho x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Obsessive!In-ho - Yandere - Power Imbalance - NON CANON EVENTS DOES NOT FOLLOW PLOTLINE - Suggestive parts/NSFW - Manipulation - Grammar mistakes -

Yandere!In-ho its the type of Yandere who first goes into denial over his obsession. Yes, he has read your file multiple times by now. At least ten more times than the other files. He just wants to know all about you.

No, he wont admit it out loud. He would rather pass his little free time in his room looking at the cameras he got around Seoul to keep tabs on you.

Gets angry when he first sees the video of you getting slapped during the recruit time. He may call that centrain recruiter to dispose of him.

While he sees everybody who ends at the games as nothing but low trash (yes even knowing he was part of them once) you are different to him.

You may have ended there for the most stupid reason and yet he wont mind but would feel pity over you.

Will order that the games are easier for you, that the food you get its more healthy and has more cantidad than the rest. But its subtle since he does not want the rest of the players to think you are getting special treatment (you are).

If he sees any player getting too close to you, or its informed by the guards that a centrain player has not so pure desires over you, that one is out. The next game its harder for them.

Will he joy the games to keep a closer eye ? Depends. 

Part of him likes to stay in the shadows, and enjoy the show. You are his Star during these games. The only time he moves the games so you can easily win. He hopes that you feel watched and protected, that when the times comes you will ask to stay with him. He already prepared another room till you are ready to fully move with him.

He becomes so enamored that his actions are off. While usually calculated, with you he wont waste a single time on getting the most cruel deaths for these who  go against you. A traitor? He will tell the guards to keep them alive so he can personally torture him.

The guards prays that you accept on staying with him because his mood has been down and bad the last few games and they need a rest.

There are cameras everywhere, and he uses his position to keep a close eye on you. During night one camera will point at your bed, he passes most of his night watching you. It relaxes him.

NSFW:

He also has a not so saint side, he watches you go to the bathroom to relieve some stress. These are his favorite moments. The sounds and faces you make as you try to get yourself off. He has recording that one and used it multiple times till he is out of cum.

When the games ends and you win, he does things different. Does not send you home at once but rather keeps you in a well secured room with some lame excuse, and what can you do ? This Man has an army behind him.

The Manipulation starts from him slowly getting closer to you, sharing the same interests, faking the same or similar traumatic past.

Yes, you probably resent him a lot. But he is such a good liar, snake tongue and all. That you fall for his lies, how he was forced into this and how when he saw you he could not let someone as precious as you die.

Will take advantage of how emotional drained you are. Offering his ear to listen you rant about different topics from the games to your life.

You are quiet touch starved so he uses these times of vulnerability to hold you close to his chest and caress your hair.

Does give you a bit of freedoom to go and walk around the island, but a guard its with you during all of it.

He is in fact no scared to hurt you in order to keep you by his side. But his favorite way to do it would be forcing a baby inside you. Now dont get me wrong, he WONT force himself on you. He would just casually forget to use a condom and also confuse the anticonceptive pills.

He cant wait to have you all round with his baby. Maybe this is not the best place to raise a kid, but hell does he care ? No. He can make some calls and get things sorted out.

The important part is that you wont be able to leave him.

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Now, what if he decides to join the games and be your personal guard dog?

He gets enamored by you from reading your file. Maybe there is a detail that resembles his past and that pulls him towards you. So much that after see you almost die in the first game he cant help it.

He needs to be there for you.

He is the quiet player that goes to you in the first night to probably offer you a shoulder or a ear to rant to. Maybe if you are reserved about it he would sneak some sweets not telling you how he got them.

He is the one who protects you from any player. Specially males that wants to use you for their own pleasure. Most get the hint to not approach you in order to not get their bones crushed.

Its clear you have a special treatment, from how the guards just give you free pass to the bathroom or you seem to get a bit more times in the games.

When others notice that they beg you to team up with them since you are an advantage yourself.

By this point In-ho its your shadow and no one questions it. He will ever start to poison your mind with his ideals. Like how the game are a necesary evil and how if players did not truly want them then these would not happen.

Hell he would even request a voting to show you.

And no matter why you ended there. He would whisper sweet lies in your ear at night telling how you are different and how you are above the rest. No one compares to you. That if you win he is sure you would have an incredible life and make something out of it.

He already has planned on getting you "eliminated", pay up your debt and make you stay with him at the island.

Is he going to tell you who he is ? Well yes. And he does not expect you to fall quick for him. He knows whatever progress he made at the games will be like nothing and he will do even more calculated moves from now on.

And how does he make you fall for him at the games ? Well first he protects you, lets others know that you are off limits. He gives you part of his food, during nights he sleeps close to you till one night a fight breaks and he defends you like his life depends on it.

After it you most likely ask him to sleep with you. At first he may leave some space between both of you since he does not want to push you too quick. However his heart is beating so fast he cant even close his eyes, he may keep an eye on you liking how peaceful you look while you sleep, away of this reality.

He will let you come at him first. Like one night you may have a nightmare and you will end asking if he can hold you.

Of course he says yes. It does not matter how, maybe he will let you put your head on his chest or be the big spoon and cover you with his body.

Its almost a shame how much better he sleeps with you in his arms.

During games if its a game where you must play alone he still keeps himself close to you. When it comes to teams he is there.

NSFW:

The bathroom stalls end being your meet up place to relief some stress.

For you probably at first its just sex. No feelings, to him its so much more.

Its passionate, its dirty. He knows no one will bother since he is there with you. No one is allowed to enter.

How would he take you ? He can easily lift you against the wall, kiss down your neck and collarbone. Will held himself back from marking you. Its going to make you wrap your legs around him as he pushes his hard dick inside you. He wont bother on muffing your moans, no he wants to listen to them knowing he is the cause of them.

If during one of the meetings you want to give him head he wont complain. But wont be soft. He will use your mouth like his personal toy, pulling your head and fucking your troath till he sees tears down your face.

[iguana-braces]

That sub!Jayce post really popped off, huh?

Ehehe okay here's my rambly thoughts about it (I'm literally sitting at work clocked out writing this instead of going home because THOUGHTS)

Building my theory off of this post:

And this one with all the examples of how Jayce's love language is clearly physical touch

*Disclaimer: there's a lot about season 2 that irked me in terms of plot and characterization so this is me retconning a little bit and picking and choosing what examples make the most cohesive argument. Like, in season one they're like "Jayce has this brotherly relationship with Caitlyn and him and Mel have this deep, meaningful relationship" and then season two was like "No more relationship building, it's time for trauma now" but, I digress*

First things first, he's a people pleaser. He does what he's told, clearly (against better judgment but like). And he's clearly committed to the people he cares about. HE BROUGHT VIKTOR BACK FROM THE DEAD (AND THEN KILLED HIM) AND THEN DIED WITH HIM AGAIN. You can't tell me that wouldn't translate to an "I'll do anything for you" attitude in the bedroom too.

I already did the bed gif but I also have to draw attention to the following:

Okay but season two, post-horrors!

Mr. Dopey Heart-Eyes McGee is NOT the one calling the shots here.

Season one Jayce? That man is whipped. One glance from his partner and he's on his knees like it's a religion. Whoever you ship him with! Mel, Viktor, both, a secret fourth option--

He spent an indeterminate amount of time alone, in the bottom of a pit. He's touch-starved but also! Traumatized!

Imagine, if you will, that he survives the astral plane. Imagine he goes to find Mel, or Viktor also survives, or imagine your own y/n, OC insert scenario here. Whatever floats your boat.

In such scenario, and in the aftermath of his self-awareness epiphany where he realizes that yeah, he's kinda been used (by everyone really), I think that in regards to any potential sexual relationship, he would have to become more dominant, more in control of the situation. Especially if it's with Mel, since he does pointedly blame her, or even Viktor, who has literally shaped the course of Jayce's entire life since he was a child. The man needs to set some boundaries with people and good for him.

So I think dominant, scruffy Jayce does have a time and a place.

However, I don't think he'd stay that way forever. It's kinda like him trying to be a politician-- it's a different role that he can pull off, but it doesn't fully scratch his itch.

BONUS HEADCANON: Wouldn't it be just so interesting if he survived the astral plane and goes back to whoever, and while he's looking for comfort and reassurance and all that physical contact he's been deprived of, he realizes that he really doesn't like people touching his head.

I hypothesize that in regards to canon relationships, Mel and/or Viktor, once they regain his trust and show that they're not trying to use him again, he's 100% going to be simping for them even worse than before. Like, that relationship would've gone through the fire and only come out stronger on the other side. You might even say it's been vulcanized.... 🤭

From the on, he can go back to letting his walls down around them and letting them be the dominant one because he knows there's solid trust and respect there now.

Feel free to agree or disagree 🤷‍♀️ also please feel free to tell me all your thots about this too!!!

He's got all this beautiful hair that needs to be tenderly pushed away from his eyes by a loving hand, but he's a little fucked up from the times Mannequin/Mage Viktor did that little murder mind meld.

Like, he put his head in Mel's lap TWICE, you know it would kill the man if he couldn't do that anymore because having someone's hands near his forehead is too reminiscent of... well, basically his death.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 17: "I hate it" "No, you don't"

Masterlist flufftober 🎃

Reblog if you liked it!

It was late when you received the call from your boyfriend. It wasn’t unusual for him to call and ask if he could spend the night at your place after work (when there wasn’t a case that took him to another state), and of course, you gladly accepted, eager to see him for a bit longer. Your relationship was relatively new, just past the six-month mark, but Spencer’s noble and chivalrous character had allowed you to trust him quickly enough to let him into your space.

You had met in a book club, and he had captivated you with his analysis of "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl. His eloquence, the way his hands moved, that whole vibe of an intelligent college student... it was inevitable that you would approach him to talk. That’s how you both started chatting occasionally, and as the months passed, what was meant to happen, happened.

“Good night,” you murmured softly as you saw him standing at your door. “Come in.”

He smiled widely when you took his hand to guide him inside, and he made sure to respond to your greeting. The first thing he did was take his briefcase off his shoulder and place it on one of your wooden chairs, accompanied by his checkered scarf.

“Were you already asleep?”

“No, I’m just finishing some things. You know, my thesis work and all that,” you exclaimed, lacking much enthusiasm.

Not everyone was a genius like him, so if Spencer wanted to hang out with people his age, he had to endure the academic struggles of a college student.

“Poor you.”

You enjoyed his compassion, and it was at that moment that you moved closer to hug him, a contact he reciprocated with great pleasure. You didn’t want to be rude enough to say it out loud, but from the very first moment you formalized your relationship, you realized how starved he was for touch. And not explicitly in a sexual sense, but simply to be caressed in any way. To someone from his usual circle, it would have seemed extremely strange that Dr. Reid, so well known for his aversion to germs, constantly sought out someone’s hand, asking for kisses on the lips or pleading for a warm hug.

When he told you, slightly embarrassed, that you were his first girlfriend, some things started to make sense in your mind. But it was sweet if you thought about it because it meant he was choosing you to teach him many things about love.

To be honest, you were willing to give him whatever he wanted. After all, he was a good-hearted guy who devoted himself to adoring you, a type you don’t find easily. And it had to be said that his intelligence wasn’t the only trait you had noticed, as his physical attributes were also quite (too) appealing.

Once you both felt satisfied with the contact, you separated, and then you looked at him with a smile.

“How was work?”

“Same old,” he expressed as you guided him to one of the dining chairs where you had been working. “Today we did reports and reviewed some cold cases, just in case we could still help in some way.”

“That must be so exhausting. I wouldn’t have the willpower.”

“For what?”

“To endure so many cases. To know how horrible humanity can be and keep going as if nothing’s wrong.”

“Everything leaves its mark, even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

There was a hint of pain hidden behind those words that made you feel compassion for his work. He tried to keep you at a distance from everything that was happening to him, and he still didn’t dare confess many of the things that troubled him at night. He didn’t want to scare you, of course; that’s why he thought it prudent to wait a little longer in the relationship.

After all, if you truly loved him, it would be with all those flaws and traumatic events that his life entailed.

“Well, I admire you for helping capture those despicable people.”

Your sincere tone was pleasant to your boyfriend’s ears, and he thanked you with a smile that spoke volumes.

Suddenly, your gaze drifted to the laptop on the table, and he hurried to murmur:

“Do you want to continue? I don’t mean to disturb your schedule.”

“Doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all.”

“I have to submit a progress report this week, analyze some data, strengthen the theoretical part…” You sighed, letting yourself drop into the chair, ready to continue with the task. “Have you eaten yet? You can go to the kitchen and prepare whatever you like. The place is yours.”

Spencer took you up on your offer, and while you continued typing away on your laptop, he took the liberty of preparing something light for dinner and serving it on two separate plates.

When he finished, he brought them over to you, placing your plate beside you in silence. You murmured a small thank you, and he ate while seated in one of the adjacent spaces, watching you from time to time simply because he liked you so much.

At some point, he gathered your empty dishes and carried them to the sink, washing them himself. He was so sweet.

“Do you need help with anything? You know I don’t mind,” he offered.

At that, he stood behind you, able to embrace you since you were sitting in a rather unnatural position in your chair, and the wooden backrest wasn’t a hindrance.

“I need a new brain; this one’s dried out.”

Spencer laughed at the exaggeration, knowing that it was impossible, and shortly afterward, he left a kiss on your cheek. A small giggle escaped you as you felt his hands sliding toward your waist, knowing what was coming next.

“Spencer…”

“Yes?” he replied innocently, as if he didn’t know what he was doing.

Doing that had become a constant habit since he discovered that you were extremely ticklish. Literally, every time he placed his hands on you, you would burst into laughter.

“Spencer,” you repeated, more seriously this time.

But in the smile you wore, he saw that your threats didn’t really carry any weight. Carefully, the tips of his fingers began to drum against your waist, your belly, the area of your ribs. Simultaneously, his lips began to leave fleeting kisses on any skin they could reach: your cheeks, neck, jaw, shoulder.

The room filled with laughter from both of you as a sort of game ensued, where he tried his best to tickle you, and you desperately attempted to escape him. His face was buried in your neck, and you had lifted your legs onto the chair in a futile attempt to defend yourself.

It wasn’t until you gasped for air, complaining that you couldn’t breathe, that he finally showed you mercy and stopped. You inhaled heavily, trying to catch your breath, and even though he stopped touching you, he didn't move away.

“I hate it!”

“No, you don’t.”

It was obvious that you didn’t hate it. You both knew it, and it was a silent pact that this kind of playfulness was part of your love language as a couple. Every time Spencer held you in his arms, he felt he was holding the world —his world— because after so much time, he felt he had something to love and to be loved by. You were his treasure.

He kept hugging you from behind, exhaling warm air into the crook of your neck. When you were finally able to calm down, you turned slightly to ask for a kiss on the lips. He gladly obliged.

“You know? I think I’ll leave this for tomorrow. For now, I just want to rest…” you continued, closing your eyes and stealing another kiss. “Take a bath, spend time with you…”

“But you have to work on your research.”

“And how can I do that if you’re here? Everything about you distracts me,” you complained, raising one of your hands to hold his cheek and receiving a kiss as a reward.

“What if we do it together? It’ll be good for both of us; I want to distract my mind.”

“Only a brainiac relaxes with data analysis,” you huffed playfully, and he scattered another kiss before pulling away. “But I accept, with the condition that afterward we only focus on sleeping.”

“Deal.”

You didn’t know how lottery winners felt. But you assumed it was something similar to what you experienced every time you looked at Spencer.

[princessofgondor]

the lord of the rings characters + cuddling with them 🩷

Characters Included: Boromir, Faramir, Aragorn, Arwen, Éowyn, Éomer, Legolas, Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry

I decided I wanted to try doing some LOTR preferences! This is my first time writing for all of these characters besides Boromir so I’m still getting a handle on them. If anyone has any requests for preference posts they’d like to see, please send them my way and I’ll see what I can do!!

Author has only seen the movies, so please forgive any mistakes/inaccuracies!

Boromir is definitely pretty touch-starved, and after cuddling with you for the first time he’s very surprised how much he loves it. It becomes a common occurrence for the two of you, something he looks forward to — especially after a long day of training with his soldiers. He loves being the big spoon, and burying his face in your hair or your neck.

Faramir is a big cuddler for sure. You don’t even need to ask — as soon as you rest your head on his shoulder (when you’re sitting together) or on his chest (when you’re laying down together), he’s got his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. He gives you a lot of forehead kisses when you’re cuddling together.

Aragorn loves the moments where the two of you can just relax together, especially when things are getting stressful. He’s happy for the two of you to simply lay there in silence, holding each other, but if you need to talk about anything he’s always ready to listen.

Arwen has an incredibly calming presence, and cuddling with her can improve your mood no matter how bad you were feeling beforehand. She holds you close, whispering comforting words in your ear and pressing gentle kisses to your face and lips every so often.

Éowyn isn’t used to cuddling, but like Boromir she comes to really enjoy it. You make her feel peaceful and happy in a way that she’s never experienced before, and so she loves to be close to you as often as possible. She has a tendency to play with your hair, and she likes it when you do the same to her.

At first, Éomer tries to look tough and doesn’t admit how much he likes cuddling with you. But each time, it becomes increasingly obvious how much he loves it. Similar to Éowyn, he likes it when you play with his hair.

Legolas finds it adorable how much you love to cuddle with him, especially when you get cold. As an Elf he can’t feel the cold, but he can always tell that the temperature is dropping when you cuddle up to him. He’s perfectly happy to stay bundled up with you for as long as you need him there.

Frodo loves when the two of you cuddle up while reading a book together, though sometimes he gets distracted from the words on the page because he’s looking at you. If this is after the main events of LOTR, I could see your presence/touch being able to help Frodo heal from his traumatic experiences, at least somewhat.

Sam is incredibly affectionate, so he definitely loves cuddling. He’s a bit shy about it at first, getting a bit embarrassed and not knowing what he should be doing — like where should his arms/hands be? He doesn’t want to upset you or make you uncomfortable — but once he’s used to it, it’s his favourite thing in the world.

Pippin absolutely loves cuddling with you and he doesn’t care who knows it. Honestly, if he could spend his entire life cuddled up with you and some snacks then he’d be the happiest Hobbit who ever lived. It doesn’t matter where you are, if you’re near each other he’ll want to either have his arms around you or be resting against you.

I think that like Pippin, Merry loves cuddling, but he’s a little less likely to do it publicly. When it’s just the two of you however he loves nothing more than being close to you. He probably makes little jokes and lightly teases you for being so eager to cuddle with him, but it’s all very light-hearted and you know that he loves it too.

[bomber-grl]

Mike Schmidt relationship headcannons !

Pairing(s): Mike Schmidt x Gn!Reader

Note! Has some plot | This is my relationship headcannons for movie Mike, stating this because I just might make video game Michael Afton headcannons aswell in the near future

Very closed off and not looking for a relationship

He had hired you to take care of Abby when he was away and that’s how you two began getting closer.

Not the best conversation starter, however when you gave him the opportunity to speak about the dream theory he starts going on about it.

Then he apologizes and begins feeling a bit unsure and awkward.

It never really advanced from there and he’d almost constantly apologize and reassure that he’d pay you soon, but you never really cared for it.

Really peaked his interest when he realized that Abby had really grown to like you and began inviting you to do things with the both of them.

You, of course accepted and eventually Mike had started developing feelings for you.

Just as you did for him.

He didnt act on them at first.

Primarily Because he doesn’t see himself in a relationship, especially not with someone like you with him.

You were amazing, and he was a sad grown man who had to care for his little sister, and not even in a way he saw proper.

So of course he shuts it down, telling himself it’d be better off that way.

However, some way, somehow you got involved with Freddy’s pizzeria and you not only managed to save him but also Abby.

Then from there it just went uphill.

He got a better job, better pay, and is able to connect with Abby easier.

Not only that but the custody battle has been leaning in his favor.

He had no one to thank but you.

You’d take Abby to school, occasionally cook for them, and you were always reliable.

One fateful evening you and Mike were just hanging out in the living room.

Talking and just watching whatever was on TV.

Then he brought up your relationship, and stated that he’d really like to start one with you, a romantic one, that is.

You of course, said yes, and he was relieved and happy at your reaction.

But then Abby came to mind, what would she think?

You asked him this almost immediately.

But he reassured and said that the final push was actually when Abby hinted/teased her older brother about your potential relationship, then ran off.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and an awkward atmosphere hung in the air but then Mike went to hold you hand and it made it semi better.

The next morning you almost immediately told Abby and she was so happy.

Which really relieved the both of you.

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Things had changed, albeit subtly.

And although Mike wasn’t the most physically affectionate, probably due to him being pretty much touched starved and traumatized.

He tried his best to convey his affection towards you with teasing and joking around.

You’d often just enjoy the others company and bond mostly with Abby around.

If you were to ever do something even a little bit flirty around her she’d immediately be grossed out.

Which was funny, and was mentally noted to ever do again in her presence, even if it was just a kid friendly comment.

Your guy’s first kiss was pretty intimate

I mean Mike had never seemed much interested in kissing or doing anything further down the road.

However, after a particularly draining day, and horrible weather outside, Mike had offered you to stay for the night.

Abby was so excited and the three of you played with her just a little bit over her curfew then sent her off to bed.

When you were finally able to be alone, Mike, very awkwardly and a bit bashful, offered for you to sleep in his bed.

You, like the amazing person you were, rejected and said that it was fine and that he should just sleep there.

Not completely understanding that Mike didn’t mean separate, but together.

Once he bashfully explains that all you can do is mutter out an “oh” and go along with it.

Pretty awkward as you both just lay down as stiff as rods in silence.

Then you guys begin talking.

And it’s just you two talking about whatever at like 2 a.m, trying your best to keep it down.

If you decide to be bold and make a move by asking if you could cuddle with him, then he’d hesitantly agree.

Again, not because he hates you, but because he’s an awkward guy.

So once you’re settled in each others arms you start talking about each others traumas and mostly hidden things.

It’s the sleep deprivation getting to you guys.

Well once you’re both finished venting and just being vulnerable you decide to make a move and lean forward, giving him plenty of time to move if it’s not wanted.

But he didn’t, and the clash of your lips followed soon after and how drawed out it was won’t be mentioned by either of you either.

Things not only start changing and he’s side hugging you more (publicly)

Although not really into pda

And be more affectionate (as he can)

I’m sure at one point you get so comfortable with one another that although awkward moments occur, most of them spent together is just you saying cringe stuff and making him regret ever making it out alive of Freddy’s.

From then on, not only do you tease and get a worthwhile reaction but he’s always hugging and giving you cheek kisses in private.

He’s also grown fond of cuddling, just because of how close he gets to be to you.

If you were to ever tell him he’s hot.

He’d get really taken back but then laughs it off and says whatever.

(Saying this because I know those fans of him exist 😭)

Honestly it’s kind of hard for you to tell when he’s being sarcastic or not😔

He’s always making snarky and joking remarks and hard to tell when he’s just being his sassy self.

Honestly home dude is just trying his best and his relationship with you really lightened up his life even more.

Note! Should I make a pt 2 with Mike as your husband?

[calisources]

𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂, 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋, 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences have been taken from different media to be compiled into a list. This is not a meme for minors, the content here goes from mild to highly sexual, topics like dominance, submissive, bondage,praise kink and breeding are all present so discretion is key. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

You are perfect. And now you wear my mark, your ass is mine.

Tie me up, please…

Kiss me hot,heavy,wet & angry with that attitude like you do when your mouth yells it hates me but your tongue screams it can’t wait for me.

Let me undress your body, caress your skin and wetly massage your mind back into making love to me again.

They wanted her. They all loved her. And they wanted to keep her.

A little vanilla never hurt anybody.

If you have any sense you’ll stay away from him.

Touch me, like this, like a good girl.

That’s it, use your tongue. 

I'd planned to have you on your bed the first time, but maybe I should take you here, by the mirror, so you can see how splendid we are together.

I’m not going to deny that I want to fuck you. I cannot do anything else, But I will say that I have plans for you if you say yes.

I’ll fuck you so good, for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin, my cock deep in your pussy.

I want a second serving of you. I’m hard just thinking of your perfect breasts and hard nipples.

As much as I appreciate that, right now you’re all I want to eat.

Now will you please sit on my face already?

You are corrupting me, Theo.

But you like being corrupted, don't you, sweet girl?

The destruction of something beautiful can appear so entertaining.

If women were totally satisfied with their sexual and lovemaking experiences, women would welcome the lovemaking experience as much as men.

I want to learn from you. Teach me what you know.

Once I make you mine, you will be mine forever. I will call you and you will come, in more ways than one.

What have I taught you? Show me, sweet girl.

Use your thighs, ride like it’s your last day on this earth.

I been aching to be inside you since we met, you devil woman.

Hands braced against the wall, and open your legs.

You tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth.

I need you. Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.

The things I want from you, darlin’, will give you nightmares, ones like you’ve never had before.

If you could read my mind, I’m pretty sure you’d either be traumatized, sexually aroused or both.

The nicer you treat her outside the bedroom, the naughtier it will get inside the bedroom.

Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.

That’s it. You can take a lot more, don’t you? Hold on to me.

If you behave, I’ll let your hands go and touch me.

I love your skinny legs, and what's between them.

 I don't want words, but inarticulate cries.

All you have to do is beg, and I will give you what you want.

I want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

You make the sweetest little noises. But I need you to be louder, let everyone know.

It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine.

I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?

And ye whimper under me, and struggle as though you wanted to get away, and I know it's only that you're struggling to come closer, and I'm fighting the same fight.

I can help you with that.

Forgetting him. Moving on. I’m okay with being your rebound. I’ve already said that I want you.

You’ll give yourself to me? Let me take control? Let me send you over the edge of ecstasy time and again until you awaken?

Possess. Have. Hold. Enjoy. Control. Dominate. Pick your verb, Ms. Fairchild. I intend to explore so very many of them.

I feel claimed.

You’re so primed. I can feel that hot little pussy clenching around me every time I move a muscle or say a word.

Yeah, arch your back so I can look at you going nice and tight around my fingers.

Pet, I give you permission to be as vocal as you wish, because I am going to blow your mind in a few minutes and I want to hear how much you enjoy the ride.

If you want me to touch you, all you have to do is ask. It would be my pleasure -  and yours.

Watch me make love to you.

I'd like to bite that lip.

I want you sore, baby.

I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you.

There is no room in my body for anything but you.

Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, just take me as I am.

I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being.

I’m not wearing anything underneath. Want to see?

You will be staying here until I’ve deemed it safe for you to go back to your life. Do you understand me?

Dominate you? Yes. Master you? yes. Make you yield to what you want, make you surrender to who you truly are? Yes.

Why don’t you scream my name? Let every other man and woman who you belong to.

I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.

I taught you everything you know. Every man after me is just a shadow of what I did to you.

I knew you could be a good girl.

You were fucking made for me.

God is not gonna save you from me, baby.

My mouth wants you, I want to feel you in my mouth, way down in my mouth.

I am moist between the legs.

I came three times. During sex. 

Do you know all the ways a Lady can be seduced? The things I could teach you?

You stay right where daddy puts you, baby girl.

Wait until you taste her. She is fucking delicious.

Lick my fingers and feel how wet you are.

Are there big, bad monsters in the woods who want to eat me up?

Right there, don’t stop. I can feel it. 

Please come in me, I don’t care, I want to feel you.

Where do you want it, baby girl? Your cunt, your mouth or your neck?

Close your eyes and relax. One kiss. I don’t bite.

Seriously? In the morning, again? 

You said to rest but I can feel you hard against my back. 

You can do all the rest sweet, let me take care of you.

I want you to fuck me, Chris.

A little playful banter never hurt — or did it?

One should always explore something, before one goes in deeper.

Come here and undress me.

How am I supposed to do my job when all I can think about is getting back to you?

Someone could walk in on us. 

Better be good and come fast, then. Or everyone will see you begging for more.

I can imagine my hands getting your fucking clothes off right now.

Do not shy away from the sensations I create, Cherry Blossom. Take pride in them, as I do.

Am I doing it good, baby? Just like you taught me? 

Tell me I’m a good girl. Your only girl. 

When I come, I come for you. Because of you and your mouth, hands, and insatiable little cunt.

My tongue, my fingers, my cum inside you. Just you and me, Eva. Intimate and raw.

How many have been with you ever since? Or no one compared? Tell me.

Show me then. I demand that you show me. That’s an order.

[tales-from-elysivm]

Can you do some headcanons or stories on arcane? Specifically Vi or Sevika if your comfortable. I was just wondering but if you don't want to then you don't have to, you have free will.

Know that you're loved!

★。／ !bark like you want it! ＼。★

pairing: vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader (separate)

fandom: arcane

word count: 1,470

tw: canon typical swearing/slang, some light spoiler warnings, and MDNI content, mainly because we know these are some dominant ass women ;) 

THIS IS NSFW CONTENT! BE WARNED!

song title: bark like you want it by sir mix-a-lot

notes: i love my girl vi so this request was a given, thank you anon! Hope you enjoy! :D I normally didn't like Sevika as much, but I will admit, writing her head canons for this post definitely made me reconsider

! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !

↳˗ˏviˎ˗ ↴

Vi is (without a doubt) very rough around the edges

She’s street-smart but she doesn’t really know what to do when it comes to actual romantic relationships, sex is easy, feelings are hard 

Her time in Stillwater makes her distrustful of people, along with her generally traumatic and difficult childhood, so it will probably take a while for her to begin to see you in a less-than-threat way

After that things are pretty smooth

You don’t really know where the split between ‘friendship’ and ‘relationship’ is, because they both include her joking, flirtatious personality ranging from skirting touches on your thighs and up your back, or teasing pet names like ‘sweetheart’, ‘cupcake’ and ‘love’

Other than that she’s very protective of you, especially if you live in Zaun

If you go out on errands she’ll always make sure she’s conveniently there at the times you like to go, able to loop an arm around your waist and guide you through the crowds

If someone is stupid enough to try and pull something on either one of you, Vi is not above beating the shit out of someone to keep them from laying a hand on you

I have a feeling that she’d confess to you accidentally in the middle of a fight

Perhaps she had been disappearing for long periods of time, and coming back bloodied and injured, refusing to tell you anything of her adventures (mainly because she doesn’t want to worry you). And eventually you pester her for a bit too long and begin a full verbal fight, where she suddenly blurts that she loves you

Now as a lover?

The teasing banter still remains, her little playful nicknames too, if anything they get worse. But she gets more confident with her touches, more deliberate. A hand in your backpocket while you’re walking, an arm around your shoulder, pinching your ass when you’re waiting outside a store, this girl has no shame

! mdni content below !

Now, i have a feeling that Vi isn’t really uneducated when it comes to sex

If anything i feel like she’s a fast learner-

The first time you actually lie together, Vi is sure to take it at your own pace, eager to please beneath a taunting smile, even if you don’t know what you like at first, she’s likely to find it quickly 

I personally don’t see Vi as owning too many sex toys - if any at all - but i think she would 100% favour using her fingers to anything else

Just the way you clench down on them, how she can use the rough calluses on the pad of her thumb on your clit to her advantage, and how deep she can pry, anything to make you scream for her

To be honest? I also 10000% expect her to try and flip you over and put you in a chokehold with her forearm tight against your throat, just adding enough delicious pressure to hitch your breath, but never enough to hurt too much

9/10

Her oral game would be fucking good too, i can tell. But she’d probably prefer to finger you or use a strap-on so she can continue to tease you with all these sinful little things she can come up with while she fucks into you

I’d say more of a biter, but she can still eat you out like a starving woman

Oral game 7/10

Aftercare is important to her, always making sure that she wasn’t too rough with you, cleaning you up, running you a bath or just lying with you to cuddle. Wants to make sure you know that you’re more important to her than some casual fling, and that she wants to ensure your happiness above anything

(Also gives you some balm for the definite bruises on your thighs and throat :D)

↳˗ˏsevikaˎ˗ ↴

Sevika is… intense

In all honesty, probably started as enemies

She probably wouldn’t want anything to do with you unless you already worked with Silco, so we could say you started in the shimmer warehouses, helping to distribute it throughout Zaun

You get your work done effectively, so Sevika overall sees you as a valuable position in the business, and keeps you around without much complaint

At some point Silco requested you deliver a hefty batch of shimmer to a more dangerous part of the Undercity, and sent Sevika with you to ensure no messes were left behind

Safe to say, you were ambushed

Despite Sevika being there to ‘protect’ you, you’re still able to hold your own, displaying proficient skill with your weapons against bandits who thought they could steal some of the shimmer vials. In the carnage, Sevika decides begrudgingly that she has respect for you

From there, it’s less of a ‘friendship’ and more of a drinking buddy situation

She doesn’t often tolerate the presence of others in her private time, so you label it as a friendship initially

She’s slightly more soft-spoken when she’s alone with you, and shares her cigars with you while she’s gambling, which often earns a strange look from her opponents as you hover over her mechanical shoulder with her cigar hanging from between your lips to see her hand, a bit too close

But Sevika lets you be without anything more than a bit of a grumble

I don’t think she’d even particularly say outright that she loves you

What happens is - instead - that you both have a drinking binge at the pub one night, after a successful night of gambling, and you both get absolutely shit-faced

While drunk she drags you back to her house and the night is filled with hazy sex, enthusiastic makeouts and early-morning cigarette smoke

You try to sneak out the next morning, expecting it to only be a one-night thing

She catches you (i headcanon that she’s a pretty light sleeper, but i suppose that could be said for most Zaunites). I don’t think she’d even say it then, just drag your ass back to bed for a (consensual) round two

After that you go to the bar together as normal, go about your business, now with the added bonus of Sevika protectively snarling at a drunk guy hitting on you by saying ‘that’s my spouse, fuck off’

(And of course, with plenty of sneaky sex between your deliveries and hurried makeouts :D)

! mdni content below !

BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS MFS, THIS SHIT IS KINKY

I would like to clarify, you will never top in this situation, Sevika would rather die than bottom to anyone, no matter how much she loves you

Spanking, spanking, spanking, spanking–

Hickeys, bruises, bite marks, the red tracks of her nails over your back, just anything that would leave even the most fleeting mark on your skin

That being said, would also 100% leave hickeys on places she knows you can’t hide easily

Definitely into sex toys (ball gags, bondage, strap ons and vibrators with little remotes she can keep in her pocket just in case, she especially likes to plant down one of those dildos with the suction cups and get you to ride it, all the while begging for her to just touch you, but she refuses, smoking as she watches you cry out for her)

She also likes crying-

I think she’d prefer to have you from behind, your back against her chest, ramming into you with one of her favourite straps, one hand pinching at your nipples, tweaking them between her fingers, and the other rolling tight circles on your clit, sometimes switching one out to wrap around the column of your throat

Definitely into edging on most days, and will resort to overstim if she’s happy with the work you’ve done in the day

Risky sex is definitely her thing, in her office in Silco’s base, in the warehouse on the crates of shimmer, under her desk, you on your knees to service her

She’s especially rough, and absolutely loves some degradation, and the way it makes you clench around her strap or her fingers, your eyes rolling back into your head while you scream for her

Aftercare is rarely over-the-top

She’ll cuddle you if you ask her explicitly but she prefers to share a cigar with you, or blowing smoke into your open mouth while you breathe against her bare chest

If she’s been unable to fuck you for some time, she’ll clean you up after about four or five rounds, mainly by eating you out until you end up giving her another two, but she’ll make sure you’re clean before you pass out anyway

Despite everything, Sevika will always make sure she doesn’t go to far

If anyone asks though, she will absolutely deny how she always makes sure you remember your safeword before you have sex after a makeout

thanks for the request anon!

if you have any more requests don't hesitate to ask :)

[mdconfession-blog]

Uzi would kill anyone that calls her cute because she has a reputation to uphold, but in the same breath would go home to her dark aura evil lair (bedroom) and kick her feet and twirl her hair and giggle like ‘omgggggg’ (then she would punch her pillow because she’s acting so stupid)

She’s also literally just a girl! Who likes cute things!! You guys should acknowledge that more I think, we don’t have to confine characters to a single trait!

Uzi would be just as ecstatic to yap about cute dogs or dress nice, or whatever! She’s just brings an unmysterious edgy cringe dark lord vibe to it!

The kill-all-humans emo robot girl also saves bugs! She’s smart, she’s sensitive, she’s traumatized, she’s touch starved, she cares about her friends and family so much to the point where she prioritizes their safety and comfortability above her own, even when it’s detrimental to her! She’s so cool!

Thank you for listening to my tired little rant I just love that emotional cringe little gremlin and the duality + relatability of her character so much. I hope this makes sense…

i'd like to add to the "who likes cute things" she likes baby cows. she likes baby cows

[kirke-is-my-name]

Listen Miguel yes he is a bit traumatized from losing his family like twice. Sure he has to suffer from the Canon Events all Spider Men have to. But god damn it if this man isn’t touched starved and absolutely begging for some filthy sex I don’t know what.

He can go from ignoring you and getting absolutely pissed at one of the spider people to having you bent over on his desk crying as he bites your neck and calls you his little slut. I don’t make the rules but it’s canon