#Pssst...

[but-thats-its-own-love-story]

Imagine Your (Touch-Starved, Stoic) F/O

getting distracted by your affection...

You knock softly on their bedroom door...

After a couple seconds they mumble vaguely for you to come in...

They must be reading...

Sure enough you find them sprawled out on their bed,

their face buried in a book...

Without looking up,

they motion you over to them...

"Sorry, I can come back later if..." you start,

but their hand quickly reaches out and grabs your wrist,

gripping you so tightly,

practically pleading for you not to leave,

and even without them looking up at you,

you can feel the longing smoldering in their eyes...

"Okay, okay, I'll stay...

Scoot over for me?"

Begrudgingly they release your wrist,

and again without looking up,

they shuffle over just enough for you to join them on the bed,

your back pressing up against their side as you sit down beside them...

They can't help but inhale audibly when you do,

and though they're the one reading,

you can read them like a book...

They're touch starved again...

They're probably reading so intently to distract themself...

Without saying anything,

you lay your hand ever-so-lightly on the small of their back...

They gasp audibly again,

and you can tell they're trying really hard not to let on how much your touch is affecting them,

worried that if you notice you might stop...

You let your fingers play idly up and down their spine,

and smile to yourself as their breath hitches every time your fingertips brush the base of their neck...

"Sorry I'm distracting you so much, Hon..."

They stifle a squeak in their throat...

"...and before you try to say I'm not,

you haven't turned the page in five minutes..."

They bury their face even further in their book...

"It's okay, Love,

I'm not asking you to admit anything...

You can keep on 'reading' if you like,

but I'm gonna turn up the heat a little,

okay?"

They mumble their assent,

still refusing to look up from their book...

Without further hesitation,

you climb fully onto the bed and straddle their thigh...

They fail to stifle the squeak that escapes their throat this time...

"Just relax...

I know you need this, Hon...

Try not to fight it too hard..."

You press both hands firmly into their lower back...

They come undone at your touch,

nearly losing their grip on their book...

You work your way up their back,

their tension giving way to breathy sighs,

their head periodically drooping as they start to nod off...

By the time you reach their shoulder blades,

they've given up all pretense of reading,

focusing all their remaining efforts on not moaning too loudly...

You spoil these efforts for them too,

leaning forward and pressing your whole body into them,

your hands firmly perched on the tops of their shoulders,

as you nuzzle into the back of their neck...

"Getting tired for me?" you practically breathe into their ear,

then inhale a long draught of the scent of their hair,

heady enough to make you a little dizzy...

It makes them shiver so hard you feel their body shake beneath you...

"Sorry again...

I know this is basically torture for you...

As a reward for putting up with my affection you can sleep on top tonight,

but I'm gonna put you out of your misery and knock your lights out first,

so you don't have be conscious when I finally get to see your face..."

Their sigh of relief is a little louder than you were expecting,

turning into a yawn they don't bother to stifle...

If they're being this cooperative they must've needed this more than you thought...

Right,

induced coma by hairplay it is then...

Your hands slip into their hair,

and any lingering resistance to your affection melts straightaway...

Their body softens,

and sinks into the bed under your weight,

splaying out in total surrender as your meticulous fingertips give them something to dream about...

Before they go totally under,

they weakly reach their hand out toward their nightstand...

You pause a moment,

and realizing what they're saying,

grab the bookmark off the nightstand,

close the book,

and set it comfortably within their reach in case they need it later...

Their last concern assuaged,

they quickly succumb to your touch,

as though eager for what comes next...

You roll over,

pulling them on top of you,

and the blanket along with them,

covering you both...

Good thing too,

because the moment you do,

their limbs instinctively cling to you like a vice grip...

It took your breath away the first time they did this,

but you're long since used to it now...

You stroke their hair again,

and their death-grip relents just enough for you to turn out the bedside lamp...

In the calm dark,

you finally take a moment to admire their face in the moonlight,

Their serene expression your reward for your consummate devotion...

You smile to yourself as you picture the blush that must have painted it earlier...

You're admittedly a little jealous of their book now,

the way they were staring at it...

You could stare at them for hours,

if not for the comforting weight of their body pressing down on yours...

the reassuring pressure of their desperate embrace...

the overwhelming scent of their just-tousled hair...

and the soothing rhythm of their sweet sleep breathing...

all pulling you down into the depths of oblivion with them...

Just before it's your turn to succumb,

you swear you hear them half-mumble-half-breathe your name...

Guess it's your turn to blush, too...

Sweet dreams~

#Imagine Your F/O #Selfship Imagines #OC F/O Sophie #OC F/O My Pearl #Pssst... #@melthesimp #I got inspired by some of your recent tags so #This one's for Wednesday #She and Sophie have a lot in common #Given the combination of stoic and touch-starved etc #And yeah... #My S/I's usually the touch-starved one too #I love scenes like this where the S/I recognizes the stoic!F/O's need for affection in spite of them trying to hide it from them #The moment when they relent and finally accept the S/I taking care of them is my favorite part

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

#pssst also. you should click/zoom on this. for better quality and to see all my silly little details :] hooty hoo #this is my totkversary thing im just too impatient to wait till the 12th LOL. big shoutout to this game tht has ruined my life. and zelink. #zelink #light dragon #link #zelda #loz #totk #princess zelda #totk spoilers #link totk #zelda totk #tears of the kingdom #loz fanart #i had soooo much fun drawing this i really did. i think this is a good capstone piece for how much ive improved so far this year #i still have a long ways to go ofc but. i am pleased ^_^ nd i am glad i can use zink like experiments to do so hehe #anyway. YURI FOREVERRRRR BITCH #my art

[3ksdee]

“why does this always happen whenever Lloyd’s not around…” - kai (probably)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #dragons rising #ninjago arin #ninjago sora #ninjago the mechanic #pssst pssst watch the latest trailer #cant believe they made lava real

[8-0mph]

Invincible WG and comic wip. Part 1

#word girl #Final Definition AU #invincible #au #comic #becky botsford #dr two brains #reference #pssst #listen for the words #murder and revenge

[rhadko]

happy anniversary to the stanley parable: ultra deluxe! (4/27)

#the stanley parable #tsp #stanarrator #sketches & stanzas 1/3/5 - rk #rendering & stanzas 2/4 - beetle #is it the moon pulling the waves or is it the waves pulling the moon #pssst. you can use this as your phone wallpaper. :)

[emdeerm]

*Insert that Spiderman meme*

So, we see a lot of "DComics exists in Danny's world and he knows about the Batfam".

And I raise this:

"Danny Phantom exists in the DC universe and Damian knows a lot about Danny because he was forced to watch a cartoon by Richard. Who loved the show."

So, Danny ends up in the DC universe (bad reveal or something else - your pick). He knows about this place. He is an avid fan. He is a little confused at first about what version this is (a mix. It's a mix of favourites) but otherwise he's having fun.

That is, until Robin pulls the stunt where he comes upto him and speaks to.him about things he really shouldn't know????

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp crossover #Dp exists in Dc and vise versa #Danny loved DC. Damian and Dick are big fans of DP #shenanigans insue #pssss #pssst #I wanna see wholesome and angsty things you all come up with #pls

[assiraphales]

dracule mihawk really is THAT bitch answering his shell phone in the middle of battle slaughtering an entire fleet of pirates and their captain amongst gunfire and cannons all while managing to look bored out of his skull & not a single hair out of place

#pssst to all my practical effect loving girlies the snail is an animatronic !!!!!!! #and that's a real set!!! <3 #dracule mihawk #monkey d garp #one piece #opla #one piece live action

[ghuleh-recs]

swiss keeping his man (re: actual puppy) in line.

#the GRIP he has on him #aurora as they’re walking off: #‘ooooooo you’re in trouble’ #the way phantom turns and looks is peak comedy #pssst who’s gonna write the fic 👀 #if anyone has the source lmk #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #ghost bc #ghost band #ghost #papa iv #papa emeritus iv #phantom ghost #swiss ghost #ghost the band #papa emeritus

[thatsbelievable]

#Pssst… #secret reading time #reading #books

[getousatoruu]

When writers write a feral Gojo, who is fucking them curses, killing everything in the vicinity without care and just being a hydrogen bomb…transitioning to him being a crying mess who is gripping the sheets because he gets overwhelmed and overstimulated easily in bed…I just know I am reading bangers then and there.

#my favourite Gojo flavour nothing has or can ever top this #anyways sukugo writer pssst psst pssst #satosugu writers pssst pssst psst #how do I tempt people #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satosugu #sukugo

[sboochi]

TTS AU let's gooo

After Rapunzel’s hair grows back, new faces make their appearance in Corona. It’s up to the four (plus friends) to solve the mystery of the black rocks!

#starring the Sundrop the Viking who ends up having a bad time the princess on the run and Mystery Moon Boy #The Big Four #rise of the brave tangled dragons #RotBTD #tangled the series #Rapunzel #Hiccup #Jack Frost #Merida #my art #pssst you can ask me about headcanons if you're interested #NOT ME SNEAKING IN HIJACK HANDHOLDING #tts au

[superemeralds]

just gota do what i gotta do, that's all

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #screenshot redraw #satbk #quick experiment #psst pssst high quality download and early viewing/wips for my kofi members #my art

[moofter]

Theft, criminal activity even. It’s ok though if you’re stealing from ur sibling. Overall just outfit changes and color. The sketch belongs to iscreamkitty.

#tmnt fanart #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #iscreamkitty #moofdoofs #april o'neil #tmnt karai #Pssst i snuck in the color pallete from #One of my characters outfit #Always be advertising

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Them 🥹

#dbz #dragon ball z #gohan #son gohan #db #dragon ball #goku #son goku #sketch #THEMMMM #pssst throwing a drawing after not drawing for ages then running away again #ive been busy (good busy alhumdulillah) hence the lack of drawings #but dbz is always on the back of my mind...:D #also i listened to 'fly me to the moon' on repeat while drawing this and GOD was it a vibe

[pennybunpirate]

A collection of babygirl 💖

For digital drawing practice and Ed's face drawing practice. (And for the joy that is drawing him)

#Pssst click for better quality you know you want to #ed babygirl teach #edward teach #ed teach #face studies #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanart #our flag means fanart #procreate #fanart #fanart friday #my art

[naffeclipse]

*slides leopardtaur Y/N to you across the table like a seedy casino*

*picks leopardtaur Y/N up and slips them into my inner jacket pocket*

You escaped Fazco's jungle park the moment it fell, darting to the outer regions of dense forest and tangled vegetation to soak in the untouched tropics. Your lower body takes after a leopard with a tawny coat and beautiful black rosettes. You're sleek, swift, and dangerous but not the biggest threat.

While in captivity, you caught whiffs off handlers of strange scents and heard gossip from those feeding you about the other monsters. You don't see any now, but you know to avoid conflict is to avoid encounters. You hunt at different times than might be typical for other beasts and avoid taking prey that might be missed. Usually, you rest in trees and hope to go unnoticed. You enjoy your newfound freedom. You hope to never see another human again.

Unfortunately, you're not alone. You realize that when you catch distant hisses and the echoes of slithering in the undergrowth. There are also the bones left from meals picked clean that you occasionally stumble upon. Massive paw tracks are left in the moist dirt. When you step into it with your paws, the imprint engulfs yours.

You'd rather not find out who those belong to. You're fierce but small. If anything big catches you in its teeth, it's over.

That doesn't mean you're never found. One lazy evening, just after nightfall, you wake up from a cozy nap along a thick tree branch. You yawn, opening your jaws and flashing your sharp teeth, stretching your arms and four legs and flicking your tail, only to realize that there's something above you. Wide, red eyes, caught off guard, stare down at you from higher branches. A naga, deep blue and hooded, dotted with diamonds of red and yellow scales, stares back. He must have been slithering along, not realizing the tree was already occupied. He starts to say something. You've already dashed down the tree trunk and bounded away faster than a bird disappearing into the forest.

That was too close, but not as close as your next encounter. The waterside is dangerous—you have to go there for a cool drink when the afternoon sun is hot. You venture forward, furry ears pricked, eyes scanning the verdant trees until you reach the babbling river's side. The noise is dangerous. It can conceal threats you might otherwise hear before they get too close, but you fold your four legs underneath you and cup your hands to drink delicious sweet water. It runs down your chin before you register another presence. The soft hiss of surprise that echoes.

You jump into the water. Splashing furiously, you turn around to face the intruder only to be met with wide blue eyes and open hands, just as stunned to see you as you are to see him. A naga of golden colors and red patches. He doesn't have a hood, not like the other one. Bright frills frame his head like a crown of beaming gold. He smiles reassuringly, almost too excited, and says, "Hello, friend." You spare him not a word as you swim across the river and disappear into the other end of the forest, ignoring his pleas to wait a moment.

The third encounter is too close for comfort. You don't realize you're being stalked until it's too late. The tall grass made you feel safe and hidden, but it only concealed who lurked here. You spy two gleaming orange eyes between blades of grass moments before the tigertaur leaps on you—and in a second, you're pinned. His paws hold your leopard body down, easily dwarfing you, as his hands grab your wrists. His strength puts an end to your attempts to fight back or wriggle free. He coos at you, much to your dismay. When he leans in close, you brace for his teeth to sink into you. Instead, he licks your cheek and tells you how sweet it is to finally get a proper eyeful of you. You're always running or hiding or sleeping. He wants to know your name. He wants you to know his name. He wants to see you again very soon, ignoring your confusion and disbelief that you're still alive.

He finally lets you up. He grabs your wrist when you try to flee. His striped tail whips about like he's playing while your own snaps in feral agitation. He tells you that you can trust him, especially over those snakes. You break free (did he let you break free?) and race back to the shadowy shelter of the jungle trees, breathing hard and frazzled.

You hide harder, staying in trees more and avoiding moving too much in the middle of the day and at midnight. Your paranoia grows when you notice little offers left under the tree where you had a nap at dawn and dusk: small morsels of meat, berries, nuts, and even flowers that hold no nutritional value but are gorgeous. You hear the nagas more, feel their presence, even catch sight of them as they catch sight of you, calling out, urging you to stop for a moment, please.

The tigertaur finds you when he pleases. He catches you bathing in the river one night and proceeds to help you groom your coat and hair despite your raised hackles, and he tells you that you should hunt food together; it would be far more efficient to share meals, and you need more meat. No matter where you go, where you hide, he finds you. You're certain he takes delight in catching you by surprise by how eagerly he snatches you up each time.

You don't like the offerings left by the nagas but you do take them, even the useless flowers. You don't like the tigertaur dragging a large carcass out, dropping it at your feet, and telling you to indulge, but you do eat. You don't know how to handle the attention of so many large predators, much less what to say when you drop by the babbling waterside to find the yellow naga smiling at you and telling you that it's safe, they won't hurt you. You don't know how to respond when you wake up to a soft hum in the middle of the night and find the blue naga a tree over, coiled up and watching you with a ruby gleam and a soft request to come over to his tree. He doesn't bite.

You don't know what to do but you want to survive, and you don't know if you can with the nagas and tigertaur beckoning you closer.

#sun and moon @ leopardtaur y/n: pssst pssst pssst #eclipse @ leopardtaur y/n: *yoinks* #augh i love them #leopardtaur!reader #tigertaur!eclipse #naga!sun #naga!moon #naff writing