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! this intro post is under construction !
hi i'm aster this is my selfshipping blog. uh. thats all for now.
hot spring visit with a man who stammers and can barely look at you glistening in the water vs with a man who is composed and meets your eyes but his hands are curled so tightly on the edge that the stone might crack
dear mutuals, followers, and those whom it may otherwise concern:
i shall be afk for the next four weeks. send asks, or if it's really important tell @trans-ewenmontagu to write it to me in a letter.
i wish each and every one of you a brilliant month <3
tl;dr see ya in a month
how to make the yearning stop
just thought about him having to restrain himself after spotting a stray strand of hair hanging in my face.... an uncharacteristic fondness overtaking him..... the incessant urge to reach out and brush it from my eyes, so strong that his fingers twitch and he gets irritated about it......
so what if i want his weight on top of me it's not like it even matters
need someone to tuck me into bed and kiss my forehead
need that guy lotioning me down after my shower
f/o who is hesitant to fuck you, little nervous about your first time together, because what if they arenโt good, what if itโs bad, but once they do, they realize they have an Appetite, and burying themselves inside you is all they start to think about and all theyโre really trying to do
thinking about f/o heavy, sweaty and entirely spent on top of you, their heart beating so fast against your chest, your bodies still connected
and then they pause, and turn their head and kiss your cheek for just a moment and itโs love and gratitude transmitted in that split second
f/o who hears you call yourself ugly and has you on their cock facing a mirror and making you at how pretty you are teased out and drooling as they fuck you
I need him to hate me a little for how soft he feels around me
Hello!! I saw that you had requests open and I wanted to make one!!
could you do headcanons or an imagine with an f/o whoโs not exactly used to physical touch, but since theyโve started dating (Insert here), theyโve gotten more used to it and became a bit more touch starved than before? Thank you in advance! :)
Hello hello yes my requests are in fact open! Glad to have you here
โ Your f/o who isn't used to physical touch, they just haven't gotten it, they don't know how to give it, they don't really know what it entails when it comes to you
โ They haven't felt brave enough to bring up the whole thing with you, because, lets face it, that comes with a lot of baggage and they don't even know where to begin with a conversation like that. What are they supposed to say "hey I don't know how to touch you and what's ok, please draw me a map", yeah no way
โ But you get it, you can tell, you know that physical touch is difficult for them, but you know to be gentle. A touch on the hand when it's relevant, leaning next to them or on them when the two of you are sitting together, small things to start off slow. Seeing whether they are comfortable or not with it. When they don't shy away you make a mental note that this is a 'safe action', so to speak
โ They notice these things as well, how gentle you are with them, how much time and care you take with each touch, how it's deliberate and always lovingly. Maybe they're used to a rougher hand and are still trying to get it out of their head that you won't and never will hurt them. They know that, is just hard.
โ After a while you work your way up to more intimate touches, a hand on the hip, a caress on the cheek, maybe a hand on the thigh or the lower back, movement that's all about trust. And only ever done with love and complete affection. You worry the first time you try your f/o will shy away from you but they don't because they need it
โ That's the biggest thing about the touches, not that they don't shy away from them, but about how they realise just how much they need them now more than ever. Very quickly they've come to crave those soft touches, those loving holds, the way your hands are so kind on their skin, so gentle. They crave it, but still they can't ask for it
โ Somehow it's worse, when they felt nothing, and worse when the hands on their body were cruel. Not having you touch them makes them sad beyond description. So now they are finding more excuses to be near you, you to touch you and have you touch them. They stand close to you, so close in fact that your hips are touching, they hold your hand in public and in private, they guide you with their hand on your back hoping at some point you will return the gesture.
โ And one day, when it's been really hard, whether it was a hard day on the job, a hard day studying or just a long day without you around they come right up to you when the two of you are together again and they wrap their arms around you, enveloping you in a hug. And they whisper in your ear, something so soft and gentle you wonder if you even heard them right
โ "Please hold me" they ask you. And of course your heart breaks a little bit because they say it with such need and such sincerity. How could you ever say no to them. And you do, on the couch, in the kitchen, at the dining table, on your bed, wherever the two of you want to be you hold them and you keep them close. You don't let go, you stroke their hair and their skin. And you f/o practically melts into the touch, soaking up ever second of it
โ And if you try to stand up or walk away, even just for a second they are reaching for you again, grabbing you and trying to pull you back. Because at this point they can't live without your touch, and it's the only thing that makes everything alright because they love you and your touch so much
I was thinking very heavily about one of my own f/o's who is highly touch starved then I was writing this so I hope I did it justice for you. I hope you enjoy!
Your f/o loves you even if your ocd is easily triggered, even if you melt down, even if you spiral over your obsessions, even if you indulge in self destructive behavior, even if you blame yourself for everything. You're not a broken or faulty person for being mentally ill.
when i get a qpr i will call them my partner in crime. Not a friend, not a girlfriend/boyfriend/themfriend/creaturefriend, partner in crime.
i will never shut up about f/o sitting on YOUR lap. imagine them sitting on your lap and hiding their face in the crook of your neck ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ
Having a guardian angel that insists they must check you over, see every inch of your bare skin and memorise the very shape and nature of your body.
They definitely haven't been suckered into it by a demon, wavering under the whispers of heresy and temptation to know your body intimately, they have not!
It's simple, once a week they visit you sighing and helping you strip down, finger gentle as they run along your arms, tracing across your ribcage, feeling as you breath and your heart pounds against their palm as they touch your chest, press against your back as they stand cheek to cheek with you. Weaving your fingers together for a moment before squeezing them gently, pulling back and smoothing their palms down your neck and back, holding your hips as they kiss down your spine, ignoring the shivers and hitched breaths as they press their forehead against the dimple of your spine.
Fluttering their wings as they try their best to ignore the physical sensations running through them, how they can feel the flickers and glitching of their halo, taking a deep breath before bringing their hands down your legs, touching and following the shape of your claves before nudging your legs open to drag their fingers all the way up, cooing softly at you as they open their eyes, looking up at you as they ignore the ringing laughter as something unseen shatters when their fingers trace along your sex.
Muttering that this is not temptation but simply knowing their charge, looking both divine and debauched as they press their cheek to your hip and continue to explore the feel of you under their hands, ignoring how you shake and whimper from their attention.