#does this ... even make sense

[heartmaddie]

MICHAEL KAISER’s arms wrapped around you, tugging you closer. More recently now, you had been spending the late hours of your night within his bedsheets, and leaving just as it became an hour too unsafe for you to be alone. Your warmth would escape him as you slipped out of his arms, and he would be left alone. He didn’t like the whispered goodbyes and rushed kisses you would leave behind at his apartment door.

His back was pressed against the headboard with you resting against his chest. Gentle fingers tracing down your spine, tender kisses peppered against your temple. His heart opened at full bloom, petals falling to rest upon your palms. 

“It’s getting late, you should call a cab soon.” He murmured against your skin, arms restricting you against his body. He was hesitant to let you go, to venture further than his eyesight. 

Your hum, a sweet melody against his eardrums as you shifted your head to gaze up into softened, light eyes. 

“Will you drive me home?” A tired voice, innocent and lazy. Michael couldn’t help but let the chuckle vibrate from his lungs. 

“I’m not your chauffeur,” he replied teasingly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Lips pulled into a slight smirk as his eyes grazed over your tired expression and slumped body. He wanted you to rest eternally against the swell of his chest, with angelic breaths escaping your lips. 

You let out a light groan of protest, burying your face into his body as you let out a sigh, gathering your last energy to push from his mattress. But as you shifted to move away from him, he retaliated, tightening his grasp around your body. 

“Stop that,” he huffed, almost exasperated at the audacity. You gazed up at him, a bristle of confusion and affection to be seen within your eyes. The way you were so carefree and unguarded in his presence, it was almost cute to him. He leaned a bit closer, revelling in your features. You smiled up at him softly, lips tugged into a lethargic beam. Michael’s breath hitched, heart melting.

“You may as well stay for the night,” he let out a faux irritated sigh, but he couldn’t deny the way his pulse would patter ever so faster. “There’s no point in you leaving and getting hurt on your way home, hm?” 

You nodded, an agreement, but more a nuzzle against his chest.

It would’ve been a lonely night without you, any night is. Michael didn’t let his eyes close until dawn, the first sign of day. Azure was too busy, inseparable from the rise and fall of your sleeping figure. He ran his lips against your skin, constellations painted upon your cheeks, your arms tighten against his body instinctively.

An angel, wrapped around him.

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[wingscription]

If you’re cold, they’re cold. Cockwarm his knot today.

[yujisdreamgirl]

how could people just fall out of love?

that’s a question satoru asks himself everyday.

truthfully, how do they?

he looks down at your peaceful sleeping form, snoring softly - not having a clue what’s going on in the world. your arms and legs are around him, clinging onto his body for dear life as if he’d slip away. he takes your face in his palm, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

he’s enamoured - he’s never seen a sight so beautiful. your lips slightly part, and he thinks about how much he loves those features of yours.

everyday, he thanks God for blessing him with you - and he doesn’t even believe in stuff like that.

often, you would catch him staring at you lovingly. whenever you’d ramble about something that happened, he would just nod while the pupils in his eyes dilate and his ears would turn red. you always wonder what’s going on in that head of his, and the answer will always be you.

you who consumes his wakened days, you who has a special section in his heart that takes up about 99% of it.

in his mind, he thinks, he could never fall out of love with you. instead, his love for you increases everyday that it reaches to a point where it is incomprehensible that even he, the strongest sorcerer, cannot fully understand or control.

[arabellasfvv]

Graves discovering his partner just listens. Absolute self indulgence cause I love when I can follow people around.

He first gets a hint when you're out together and it gets a little crowed, telling you to "stay close, sweetheart." And you do–wouldn't wanna get lost. And sure, it can be brushed off to just that for now, not wanting to get lost. But when you turn on your heel in the grocery in response to his "follow me." abandoning whatever you wanted to get, he gets curios.

Tries it the next time when you're laying in bed together, he gets up and tells you to "come on." You do, without question. Does it again the next morning after he got ready for work, "let's go, sugar." And suddenly you're with him, receiving a kiss on the head before he gets into his car and drives off. And you don't question it again, just walk back inside after his car is out of sight.

The first time at his place had your nerves running, unsure what to do, where you were welcome and where not. He tells you "sit." While pointing at the couch. And you're practically diving to do so.

Next time he brings you an outfit, tells you to wear that to your next date. As expected, you do so without protest. "Call me when you're finished with work, darlin'." So the first thing you do after clocking out is dialing his number. "Mind getting me a beer, sugar?" You're up without question again, and off to the kitchen. When he drops something he doesn't even have to say anything. Just smiles coyly at you, eyes switching between you and what he's dropped. The next second you're bending down, and handing it back to him.

But when he does comment on it, "like obeying me, don't you? Little submissive, hm?" You pull a face, as if he'd just asked you to roll in shit. "Not really," your tone is almost questioning, as if you have no idea where he got that idea from.

He meets you with raised eyebrows, "No?" The denial is funny, and he cant bite back a chuckle. "Your actions say otherwise, sweetheart." And you still look at him completely clueless, no idea what he's referring to. And yet when he pats his laps and tells you to, "come here." You do so, without hesitation.

He doesn't know if you're really unaware of how you're acting, or if you just don't wanna admit it. Either way, he doesn't push you on it. Deciding to enjoy your quiet submission instead. But you're more likely to find him smirking whenever he tells you "come" and you just do.

[ryescapades-archived]

sfw, wc ~ 400

“i told you, i’m not playing the pocky game with you.” you pinch the bridge of your nose with a grumble.

“eh, why not?” nagumo leans forward from his position on the couch, inching closer to where you sit on the edge. “come on, it’d be fun!”

“first of all, you’re crashing at my place uninvited and eating all my snacks. secondly, you should be doing this with someone who’s interested,” you point out before going back to what you were doing.

there’s a short moment of silence before he replies, “i’m interested enough for the both of us.”

you falter, staring at him with uncertainty. the eyes that greet you seem endless in its void, dark and unrelenting as that small tilt of his head remains. you immediately break the eye contact, halfway lost and drowning in the abyss.

“that’s not what i–“ you shake your head slightly, huffing out a soft sigh. “nevermind. this is childish.” you had half the mind to give him a piece of your thoughts, but then again how did you want it to mean anyway?

deep down you already knew the answer to that, though you decide it’s best not to put the words out for him to pick on.

you let the silence roots into place before nagumo breaks it again. “you’re right, it’s childish.”

your gaze instantly bounces back to his in mild surprise, initially expecting him to give you a quirky remark. you silently watch as his dark overgrown hair sways with the wind, that obnoxious printed shirt he’s wearing gently blowing from the spring breeze flowing in from the opened windows.

nagumo lightly tosses aside the pocky box onto the coffee table and turns to you with a smile. “i don’t really need a pocky to get a kiss from you, now do i?”

your eyes widen, “huh..? w-wait–“

nagumo yoichi is an opportunist, if anything. there’s a tint of red creeping up your cheeks, your lips quivering as you try to reason with him– with yourself. you’re barely pushing him away when he leans in close, and he’s barely holding himself back when his lips make contact with yours.

your grip on his shirt tightens, and he presses himself onto you harder. your mind blanks, and his is overflowed with only the thoughts of you.

everything else disperses away, for the only thing he can think about right now is how much sweeter your lips are compared to any pocky he’d ever tasted.

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[st4rfckerz]

when he has a wide torso so he can’t help but keep your legs spread wide open when he’s got you in missionary

[siriusly-dc]

Does anyone have any de-aged Batman fic recs for me because I fear I may have exauhsted the tag

Look for bruce being lowkey forced into showing vulnerability unknowingly to his children who know the adult him through the actions of child him

Eg child him climbing roofs

Hiding in walls

Doing any sort of weird shit really

Make young him a lowkey 18th century girl waiting for marriage with all the talents he learns for the sake of “rounding himself out”

Make him proficient or tying to be in 10 languages

Types of dance

Oil painting

Niche skills that make Batman Batman

Like yes this mofo just knows everything that’s THE POINT

He likes to be prepared

And the Batkids just go: oh this freak he’s a freak whose always been a freak

[ashthewaterghoul]

As someone with dissociative issues, I cannot shut up about how much I love Copia’s dissociation in RHRN.

Just that flat-out refusal to accept the horrible facts of life (in this case Sister dying). His mind trying to manifest the reality he wishes for, and the confusion as he slowly sees what’s actually happening again.

The way how confused he is when he’s suddenly changed into his black robes.

The hazy way he sees reality and his own imagination blending (Sister being tended to by a doctor while he tries to ignore it).

The. Fucking. Balloon. Sequence.

Copia wants away from his problems, so his mind flies him away until he literally crashes back into reality.

The balloon was great way to show it bc I know when my issues start, it does feel like I’m floating, like I’m in a different realm to the rest of the world.

I love it all and how it was done. Tobias Forge, you are a GENIUS.

[sugarskies]

see the thing that intrigues me about sentryagent is the concept that they're so wrong for each other they're right for each other but neither of them can see past the wrong. they're staring at each other with the same yearning look of "he deserves better than me" while wishing they were exactly who the other person already believes they are

[zvahlne]

garrothposting?

[heartmaddie]

MICHAEL KAISER’s fingers trailed over the skin of your heated forehead to your jawline before gently tilted your head upwards. Letting artificially sweetened liquid pouring from your lips down your throat. He watches you, azure narrows deeply as no words escape snide roseate. Slender fingers skim down the skin of your arm, careful and tender in movement.

You wonder if this touch was familiar to him.

Your eyes stare up at him, curious and glossy as the flavoured medicine gnawed into your throat, leaving a satisfyingly numb feeling behind. You noticed through his frown, the concern which had washed over his body, leaving him almost bare for your vision. A series of coughs escape your lips.

His hand lurches towards you, resting against your throat as he leans closer, eyes flickering with worry. He didn’t like seeing you in this state - weakened. Your eyes trail to meet his again as he gently strokes the tender skin of your neck.

“Lay with me?”

You didn’t need to beg, never with him. He let out a low hum as he slid into the bed next to you, legs intertwining underneath the thick quilt. His arms wrap around your body, pulling you close as his warm fingers paint gentle strokes down your sides. 

Honestly, it confuses him to a great extent how his own hands could ministrate such delicate movements, he couldn’t recall from where he learnt them. His gaze follows you, body flushed and bones weak, practically limp, but protected in his arms. Your ease to fragility was alluring. 

It was that difference between you, which was so stark, so unimaginable. He admired your ability to fall into his arms and trace the scars which framed his body. The blemishes not witnessed by another, his body a canvas, your eyes the appreciator. He didn’t know if this was natural, for him to simply wrap his arms around your body tightly for an inscrutable connection to form, your organs would beat at once, together.

His eyes trail over your exhausted features, concern engraved on his forehead. He could see it, your exhaustion, he could feel the weakness through the fingertips which run down your tepid skin. You were tucked neatly under his chin as he gently caressed each inch of your body. Your muscles quivering at the slightest touch as he whispered your name into the swell of your ear.

A quiet hymn.

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[wingscription]

PhD student dom that studies for hours on end x cockwarming sub that gets a treat for every hour they sit still.

[ro-fromthestars]

With every older british tv show it's great because there's always at least one character that's (probably) autistic. But The Young Ones is even better because there's four

[myuminji]

9 days, 12 dead.

[abigaillazaar]

RHAENICENT APPRECIATION WEEK 2024 [2/7] lyrics: sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift (x)

[thezangoosler]

viewing the fnaf movie as just a movie doesn't work. you're sabotaging yourself and taking away all the enjoyment from it if you don't think of it as the fnaf movie. if i look at it as just a movie, then yeah, i totally get what the critics are saying. it's so far from the lore of the original games (but since when has that not been a problem in the franchise lmao), the killer doesn't really have a clear motivation, and the ending does kind of come out of nowhere. but if i think of it as the fnaf movie i can actually love it. yes, it's far from the original lore. that's just how fnaf goes. yes, it is a glorified two hour lore dump. but could we want anything more from fnaf? it's literally infamous for the lore. sure, springtrap does kind of come out of nowhere. but the joy and whimsy experienced when he does show up is fucking amazing, actually. i don't care if it's a bad movie. it's the best viewing experience i've had in 2023.