#time to shower him in affection

[the-travelling-witch]

Happy White Day!!🤍💐✨

please look at my precious angel and his gorgeous art, i’m so happy we got xiao!! the colours are so stunning, i love the angle and his cute little pouch <3

« Thank you for being willing to recount your travels to me. Though there were some close calls, it seems your journey went well.

I have no special anecdotes with which to return the favor... Take this bag of snacks as instead. They say that this dessert can restore one's energy, though I do not know if it is to your taste.

Take it with you. You can eat it later if you wish. »

aaahhh!! he’s so cute, i love him so much ㅠㅠ

oh yeah, ayato and itto are here as well

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus:

This boytoy is now Wade's pretty princess

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

tbh I think Calypso views herself as Odysseus's rest and reward. like, she's the comfort in a hurt/comfort fic. she's the therapy saga. and honestly, a lot of her actions make sense when you look at it like that.

Odysseus is traumatised and scared and hurting. and she understands that. she's so understanding that she doesn't take it personally when he yells or screams or begs -- trauma makes it hard to regulate emotions, after all. he'll calm down in a little bit.

she's so understanding that she's not even hurt when he rejects her advances. he's been alone for so long that he's scared of intimacy now. but she doesn't let that discourage her. he'll get used to the idea eventually.

she's so understanding that she doesn't give up on him, even when he talks and talks and talks about his wife and son. obviously he wants to go back to them, but what he wants isn't what's good for him. that's fine, he doesn't need to know what's good for him yet. that's what she's for.

she's so understanding that she doesn't even let it upset her too much when Ody stands too close to the edge and stares out at sea below like its calling to him. it's okay. she can catch him if he falls.

sure, they're relationship isn't what she's dreamed about for centuries -- real relationships never are that perfect. her Ody has a lot of healing to do. and she'll make sure she's with him through it all.

[wildsaltair]

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Pairing: Maximus Decimus Meridius x reader

Rating: T (fluff, with a tiny hint of hurt/comfort)

Word Count: 1.2k

Tag List: @enjisbf, @nasatshirts, @empressenchanted, @streets-in-paradise, @xiscamoony, @aelondrias

Author’s Note: Very short little fic that I wrote sort of as a follow-up to Nightmare, but it works as a standalone one-shot too. As always, it's written with the fullest measure of my love, and it's representing all the longing y'all get to witness every day on this melodramatic blog. I love Maximus, and I hope this little fic does him justice :) Thank you for reading!

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Your love is asleep beside you, breathing deep and slow against your neck. After yet another day of backbreaking work in the harvest, he’s exhausted, and all he had the strength to do was pull off his tunic and fall into bed beside you.

You are just as tired, but somehow you can’t bring yourself to fall asleep just yet. You’re too transfixed by him.

In sleep, his face is so peaceful, so free from the worry lines and the intensity he wears through the day. In sleep, his face is relaxed and soft, surrendered to the safety he feels in your bed.

You smile knowing that sharing your bed is his first experience with sleeping so peacefully. He came to you wounded and hunted, having barely escaped an assassination attempt and with nowhere else to go. Though your first few months were fraught with distress and fear, you have both settled into your home with the knowledge that you are safe from the outside world, that his past has been laid to rest and left behind. He still carries his burdens, but they are easier to bear when he can release them at night.

You let your eyes trace over his features now, amazed as always at the sweetness and beauty of the man who holds your heart. His eyelashes flutter against the tops of his cheeks, the lines beside his eyes less furrowed.

He’s sleeping as he usually does: on his back with your head on his chest, his left arm wrapped around your shoulders protectively, his head tilted against yours. His right hand clasps yours where it rests on his waist, moving gently every time he breathes.

Tilting your head back, you smile to yourself as the sounds of his deep breathing reach your ears. The sound only reassures you that he’s sleeping well, undisturbed by anything.

You often remember his first few nights with you — how after making love, he would lie awake for some time, trying to fall asleep. He was always on guard during those days, always attuned to any sign of trouble. He slept with one eye open for months.

And quite often, you would wake to find him up, making a round through the house or in the yard, paranoid about what could be lurking outside. Many were the nights you had to coax him back to bed, assuring him that no one had come for him in the night.

And the nightmares. Those terrible nightmares that plagued him for months.

Once, he awoke in the middle of choking you, having acted out of terror in the middle of a dream. You were afraid he would never trust himself to sleep with you again, but together you worked through it. He’s had nightmares many times since, but they have grown fewer and tamer in the past few months.

That thought makes you smile as well: knowing that your presence beside him at night helps keep his nightmares at bay.

As if in response, the man turns in his sleep, rolling onto his side to face you. He’s still sound asleep, his breath rumbling in his powerful chest, but his right arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close to his body.

You are all too happy to snuggle closer to him. The nights have grown colder, and his body is a never-ending source of heat for your bed. You enthusiastically burrow into his embrace, tucking your head under his chin and tangling your legs with his.

Your heart warms knowing that he reaches for you even in his sleep. Many are the nights he has whispered your name in his sleep, groped his hands to find you in the night. Somehow his heart seeks you even when he sleeps.

He pulls you even closer, his breath softening as if he is stirring a little from his sleep, but he does not awaken. Shifting his weight to press against you more fully, he rubs one broad hand up and down your back, fingers brushing your spine.

Without meaning to, you arch your back in response, pushing your body tighter against his. He lowers his chin as though he were awake, dragging his lips across your forehead before coming to rest against the top of your head.

Your smile comes again, unbidden, warm as the heat radiating off his body.

So many nights, you have lain in this very bed and ached with loneliness. How many cold nights you spent huddled under blankets, wishing for a lover to share your home and bed, to fill you with a warmth that would go beyond your body. This man fills every empty spot in your heart, thrills and soothes and pleasures you in every possible way.

And what a joy it is to know that you have done the same for him, that your love is his safety, his delight, and his peace.

With a knot of emotion rising in your throat, you tilt your head back to press the lightest of kisses against his exposed neck. He stirs slightly, his breath ghosting across your ear, and you just rest your lips against his neck to breathe in his scent.

Earth, sweat, and something else distinctly him. It’s a scent you now associate with comfort, companionship, and warmth.

You kiss him again, wanting to touch him somehow even though he’s asleep. His neck is smooth and warm under your lips, and he stirs again, this time shifting his arms closer around you. He tilts his head a bit to the side as if to give you better access.

Then he makes a sound, almost a moan, almost a sleep-muddled whisper, but you know it’s your name. It’s your name he murmurs in his sleep, when he feels your gentle brushes of affection against his skin.

You smile against his neck, resting your mouth there so he won’t awaken. He remains tensed a moment longer, so you lightly run your hands over him to soothe him back to a deep sleep.

His muscles are coiled under your touch, every inch of his body a tribute to softness and strength. His chest moves against yours slowly, and you gently rub your hands over his ribs, his sides, his hips. He finally relaxes, sighing contentedly as he drifts back into a deeper sleep.

Just before he does, though, you feel him lift his hand, stroke it down the back of your head once. His fingers tangle in your hair, and he nuzzles your face gently, brushing his smooth skin and spiky beard against your cheek.

He hums with pleasure, settles himself against your body, then buries his head in your neck and falls back to sleep.

You follow him soon after, cradling him in your arms while you listen to the steady cadence of his breath and the lovely thump of his heartbeat. You thread your fingers in his dark hair until your strength fades into sleep, just long enough to feel him relax completely in your arms.

All the lonely nights, all the sorrow, all the uncertainty — it’s all been worth it for this moment, and for all the moments that have come before and will come after.

Your love is asleep in your arms, whispering your name and holding you close to his chest, and you can both sleep in the peace and satisfaction of a love that transcends everything else.

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More of my fanfiction if you're so inclined :)

[tetzoro]

good morning friendz and happy monday !! it’s the start to a brand new week where anything is possible !! i hope that today treats you kindly and remember that your blorbos love you very much !! (and so do i) 🥺🤍

[mblue-art]

iwant to shower him w kisses every day

[dramarants]

it's telling the way ttj smiled at lss after their last night together in his dream, not a single drop of bittersweetness or regret or mourning for what could be, he is fully content knowing that though his end is near, he has faith in his choice and that some part of lss still loves him despite everything in the world outside. that man is truly at peace with it all and, somehow, I gotta be too

[meownotgood]

Aki with reader who loves sticking to him. Literally just clinging onto his body and sticking to him even though it’s sweltering hot. Mans needs a breather and some cool air but nuh uh not when he has to depart from the love of his life… reader won’t allow that. even infront of others for example: readers parents, they stick to him regardless whether others are looking or not and cutie aki gets all shy ❗️

always having an arm around him or his hand linked with yours to the point where the two of you are practically inseparable... aki pretends to be annoyed by it, he rolls his eyes whenever you hug him tightly when he's trying to make dinner, but honestly, he finds it cute.

he's smiling to himself when you're not looking, secretly hoping you won't ever let go of him.

[wildsaltair]

Maximus Decimus Meridius Headcanons: Expressions of Love

The thing about Maximus is that, once he is in love with you, everything he does becomes an expression of love.

He has always been a keen observer, and he puts those skills to good use in his relationship with you. Anytime you are sad or frustrated or uncertain, he always is able to sense those emotions without you having to tell him.

...and while he isn't the type for grand gestures, he will always find a way to reassure you. A subtle squeeze of your hand, if you're in a public place. An embrace that lasts longer than usual. Some soft words of encouragement.

...AND just because he's not the type for grand public gestures, that doesn't mean he's not a romantic down to the depths of his bones. This man absolutely lives to bring you flowers, gift you the finest horses he can find, carve special figures for you out of wood. Nothing brings him greater joy than not only being able to give you something, but being able to make it with his own hands and think of you while he's making it.

Also kisses. So many kisses.

Kisses on your cheek, on your lips, on your forehead, your hands, your arms, your legs, your chest, your neck, every last inch of you. Gentle kisses, passionate kisses, languid kisses, intense kisses, emotional kisses, sleepy kisses... it just never ends with him.

He loves sharing his interests with you, as well. Reading is one of his favorite pastimes, and many evenings are spent curled up with him beside the fire or in bed, listening to him read aloud. Riding horses and tending crops also takes up a great deal of his time, and he loves for you to work alongside him so you can spend time together.

And he will look for so many opportunities to spend time with you. Going for a midnight swim together. Cooking a meal together. Taking an early-morning walk. Sharing a bath. Even just doing repairs around your home together. Anything is an opportunity.

While he is usually a very stoic and serious person, one of his primary expressions of love is the way he smiles and laughs when he's with you. It's as if he can't keep himself from grinning when he's watching you — you just bring him so much joy, he can't keep it contained inside.

Even if is far away from you for many months at a time, he finds himself whispering prayers to the gods to keep you safe, to not let him forget your smiling face, to bring you back together soon.

And when he returns home to you, it's with such joy, because his whole life has become an expression of love to you. If Maximus is in love with you, you will never have the slightest reason to doubt his love.

...and of course a few slightly nsfw ones, because I can't help it :D

There is no sex with Maximus that does not involve an untold amount of kissing, caressing, and outpourings of affection. Every time he takes you in his arms, it's because he wants to demonstrate his love for you, and he always does exactly that.

Having him go down on you isn't something you even have to ask for — he does it of his own volition. More nights than not are spent with him kneeling between your legs, coaxing the sweetest sounds from you.

Nothing pleases him more than knowing that you trust him and that he satisfies you as no one else can. Hearing you moan his name is like an aphrodisiac.

He always keeps his eyes open when you make love. He wants to study your expressions, look deep in your eyes while you're sharing that time together.

And when you're both finished and so spent you can't even move, he always takes the time to gather you up in his arms, kiss your face gently, and whisper how much he loves you before you both drift off to sleep in each other's embrace.

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More of my fanfiction if you are so inclined :)

[0809sysblings]

my kryptonite is "mean" and/or aggressive animals. this is the most surefire way to eliminate me because i WILL temporarily shut my fear off to try to pet them and love them

nooo puppy come here its okay i wont hurt you :) *gets mauled to death*

[pellinor-princess]

MAJOR SPOILER ALERT!!!!

I REPEAT MAJOR SPOILER ALERT!!!!

PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE LATEST CHAPTER FROM WHO HOLDS THE DEVIL

[chrisbangs]

chan x givenchy announcement whennnnn 🤨⏳‼️🗣️

[ardenssolis]

[Me talking about Ozy with love: Sometimes he gets the dokis for you pretty quick by his standards (like Smol’s A.rash but they’re special) and sometimes it takes like 50 years for him to feel a doki and only after bonding with you / being more open ™  and you being more open ™. There is no in-between.]

[cheshitora]

woke up thinking abt fresh out of prison tora who's been touch starved for the past 10 years so he blushes and gets hard at every little touch and kiss you give him. he gets a little embarrassed every time it happens so you just have to kiss his cheek and tell him its okay because he needs and deserves all the love and reassurance in the world :((

[wildsaltair]

every single day I think about the fact that Maximus Decimus Meridius would absolutely love to love and to be loved. how he would work all day in the fields looking forward to coming through the door and taking you in his arms and seeing how excited you are to see him. how he would never miss an opportunity to kiss you or say how much he loves you. how he would melt every time you touched him gently. how he would crave alone time with you and smile every time he wakes up and finds you beside him. how he would pour his heart and soul into love because it’s what he lives for

[salsakiyoomi]

“do you think we're soulmates in every universe?” 

you ask, snuggling up to sukuna, on your king sized bed — you had been served dinner and sukuna bas gone through his reports and duties as king, and now it was his sacred time with you.

“we aren't in this one.” he scoffs, wrapping his arm around you.

you pout at him, mildly offended but you expected nothing less from the ‘heartless’ king of curses, “what makes you say so?”

“i don't believes in such foolish nonesense.” he says simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“it's not foolish nonesense.” you argue, tracing lines on his chest absentmindedly, admiring his sculpted form.

“and what makes you say that?” he asks, mocking your earlier question.

you smile at him, “i mean, do you not feel a connection between us? a binding of souls? i know you love me and i’m sure you know that we are meant to be in every universe.”

“don't put words in my mouth, woman.” he huffs, caressing your shoulder.

you laugh — you know that while he might have not said it before, he most definitely thinks and feels it.

and it's true, sukuna had first fallen for you for your otherworldly beauty, and had chosen you for marriage, and that was that for a while until he started falling for you.

you, your laugh, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something that you love, the way you always showered him with loving words and affection that was always so foreign to him.

but he slowly started getting used to it, even reciprocating it in his own way.

“whatever you say, ryo.” you finally say, smiling sheepishly at him before blowing out the candle and rolling on your side, “goodnight.”

“hm.” he huffs, wrapping all four arms around you before slowly drifting into sleep, his mind swarmed with thoughts about how your souls could possibly be tied.

foolish thoughts, for him maybe, but maybe it was also true

because, sometime, centuries later, in the middle of tokyo in a small business coffeeshop, sukuna meets you — the all time business ceo, falls for the loving and bubbly batista who always left him notes on his morning coffee.

and he falls for you all over again.