#D'AW THIS WAS SWEET

[hells-musing-along]

💘 - Three ways my muse shows they have a crush (hiiii love your Lilith)

Three Ways Meme

Level 1: Perks up upon hear crush's name or voice, compliment them, and asks questions about them.

Level 2: Find ways to interact with them publicly, maintain eye contact with them, offering a genuine smile, offers to assist them

Level 3: Sends or casually gifts them with presents, remember the little details about them, respect boundaries, and makes time for them

[scarletooyoroi]

((For tomorrow)) "Dearest Thoma. It's once again that time of year. Though if I'm quite honest. I wish it was every day, to celebrate you, and everything that you do. You're made me smile, you've been there for me when I've been down. Like no one else can. You're the shining, beautiful tall burning sun in my life. The warmth of my heart. So many have come into my life, and you've shined the brightest." "It's truly a pleasure to know you each and every day. I cannot imagine a day, when I'm not seeing your wonderful, and pretty smile and face. Your charm is a sight to behold, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world, to have you in my life." "I hope we can make this birthday, like many others that have come before, as memorable as the last. I love you. Happy Birthday Thoma." -Ayaka.

Words truly couldn't begin to discern a way to explain this emotion that erupted within his being. Power, weightlessness, concepts that all collide into an undeniable and daunting sense of fulfillment. It truly began with the two of them exchanging a glance, watching the Kamisato princess, Ayaka, his beloved, truly begin to find ways to methodically turn these roaring emotions between them into speech that bottoms deep from within the heart..

Rare were the times where it felt as if the excess of this emotion wanted to spill in the form of tears. By no means were these cases of bitter salt water. That same warmth that fuels him like a sun managed to simply burn as his eyes in a more pure form, leaving him just smiling so damn much. To keep himself steadied as he honored the golden instance to the end, a hand was pressed steady upon his racing heart, a soft spill of her name escaping him as one immediate thought managed to knock at the front of his being.

Exactly what has he done to deserve someone like her?

As she finishes with those moonlit words that always stirred some sensation of invincibility through his being, Thoma could've been quicker to sweep her up, to raise her high beyond all branches of the atypical Inazuman etiquette. No, what's being done here is a personal branch of their love language, simply holding each other close as a tender embrace would immediately encapsulate Kamisato Ayaka, arms firm in their drive to keep her close, fingertips pressed upon flesh and cloth alike as such a joyful sound bubbles forth from his lips.All he wanted within this moment is to just be close with her, the best present he could ask for.

"Ayaka, I love you too."

A kiss was the inevitable fate to follow.

@kamisatowritingarts

[zoe-oneesama]

Congrats on the Official End, Zoe!! As someone who's been here from the start it's kinda wild that it's over. Also holy carp your voice is so sweet!!

D'aw, thank you! That's quite the commitment on your part, I really appreciate it!

(My voice sounds so much like it's Not Mine, but I think everyone feels that way, right? Thank you~! 💖💖💖)

[hanasnx]

knuckle up

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: gn!reader | dom!hobie | kinks: size | breathplay: choking | finger sucking

HOBIE BROWN's got big hands. For a guy his size it's natural to have, and you're fixated on them. You're entranced when he ropes his webbing around his palm; how his nimble fingers traverse the neck of his guitar; and you become weak when he puts them on you. Even a touch as simple as a stroke of his knuckles against your cheek elicits a whimper out of you. "You like that, eh?" he murmurs with amusement, tenderly cupping your cheek as you lean into it. Experimentally, his hand slides over until the pad of his thumb can stroke your jaw on the other side, tucking the webbing under your chin. It involuntarily pouts your lips, and he knows you're putty in his hold. He steals a kiss from your pliant mouth by inclining you towards him. So tall you have to stand on the tips of your toes to comply.

"Aren't you a pretty thing? Bein' so sweet f'me." he croons, yet it's said to call attention to how uncharacteristically agreeable you're being.

You squeeze your eyes shut as your delicate countenance skews. "Don't make fun of me."

"D'aw," he sympathizes in a feigned manner. "Wouldn't dream of it, bug." His thumb strokes at your skin, and you suck in a breath. "I like you like this." Curiously, his grip slacks to travel down until your larynx is against his palm. He idles, giving you time to expect it before his hand stretches around and flush against you. Your throat is enclosed in his grasp, your veins lovingly and expertly squeezed. In a merciful moment, he lets your feet relax, landing flat onto the ground as he raises his free hand to you. You keep your eyes closed, focusing on your heart beat, hearing your breathing. The pads of two fingers tap at your mouth, and obediently you part your lips, allowing him access inside. Eager tongue welcomes them by cupping them while your lips form around the first knuckle, until he pushes further in. Long fingers, long fucking fingers sliding over your tongue, narrowly avoiding your gag reflex as he pumps them in and out only halfway. You feel his grip around your neck tighten marginally, his own arousal getting to him as he makes you suck his fingers.

[xeas]

Can you please do a Norton and fool's gold with a reader where the reader has cinnamoroll personality (cinnamoroll is from sanrio)

MIND OVER MATTER IS MAGIC!

🍍 IN WHICH: drabbles (seperately) of Norton Campbell and Fool's Gold with a reader who is like cinnamoroll from sanrio (basically, shy yet sweet who will also help out their friends whenever they can)

🥥 NOTE FROM XEA!: thank you so much for your request! i love writing for norton but im wary my fools gold may ooc...haha...

🫧CONTENT WARNINGS: pre-established relationship, Norton may appear overprotective, mc may appear to be 'pure and innocent' in a fashion that may be perceived as corny to some readers. reader is referred to as "doll" in Norton's section, "babyface" in Fools Gold's. Seer is mentioned and Grave keeper is implied in Fools Gold section. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

NORTON CAMPBELL; The Prospector

NORTON swears up and down he's done nothing worthy of him deserving you.

The way your thumb grazes his knuckles in a comforting manner--whether to soothe your own nerves or his is unsure-- but the expression of innocence coated on your face both makes his heart sink to his stomach and gives him butterflies.

You have the eyes of someone who has gazed at few possible traumatic scenarios and the skin of one who not been lashed by the harsh truths of the world. He squishes down his feeling of envy when he feels he's going too far down the rabbit hole of his thoughts.

But now, as he bandages up your wound from the cold Night Watch, he can't help but realize how that weighs you down. It wasn't supposed to be you with the gash in your thigh it was supposed to be the teammate you wasted no time saving. You took a hit for them, and for what? So they could have a futile 5 seconds to run as fast as they could only for the harsh winter wind to yank them back to the hunter? You we're such a fool, having so much faith in these people.

But that's what led you two to become such a power couple. You gave him a chance.

"Norton-"

"Hush up, doll." And you do just that.

He looks angry and you feel nervous because of it.

"I'm sorry for getting injured." You mumble quietly. You don't expect a 'Its fine' or a 'Its not your fault' because this was a rookie mistake and you by no means are a rookie.

He remains silent, finishing up dressing your wound. His gloved hands go to hold your thighs as you sit in some corner of burned down building in the Arms Factory.

"Don't do that again." He states. Its not up for debate and you silently nod, moving to give his forehead a kiss as you steady yourself to get up and work on getting out of here.

NORTON CAMPBELL; Fools Gold (Hunter Identity)

"Hm, shame. Really."

Fools Gold let out a teasing laugh as he shoved you into a chair. He leaned on the wall behind it as you glared up at him. Fools gold clicked his tongue (does he even have one??) and fake pouted, most likely mocking you.

"D'aw, don't look at me like that, Babyface. You wouldn't be like this if you didn't sacrifice yourself for that silly little seer."

At least he was brutally honest.

Your muscles are screaming at you and you can feel them throbbing after you spent the last 2 minutes running and jumping and rolling to get away from him.

He traces your jawline with his pickaxe, you can feel your face heat up as Fools Gold lets out a wheezing chuckle. "All bark huh?"

You try to stutter out a response not until you see the ground beside you break. This was going to take a while.

୨🐙୧ ‧ 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝘼𝙔! ⋆ ˚｡

🌺 𝙓𝙊𝙓𝙊,

XEA!

[arlerts-angel]

Could you write a Ran Haitani x reader smut, but use this prompt somewhere.

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

-xx

❛❛𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵.ᐟ❞

being a bonten executive's assistant comes with many perks. . . including (but not limited to) flexible hours, good pay, publicity (apparently), and getting to screw your boss ?!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ a/n: i've never written ran before i'm a little nervous!!! nonnie i hope you enjoy!!! i loved and had a lot of fun writing this 🥰🫶 wc: 866

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ warnings: 18+ ! MDNI ! bonten!ran haitani x fem!reader | physically ambiguous reader | canon adjacent | alcohol (nobody's drunk) | corruption kink | power imbalance ? | oral sex (male receiving) | unprotected penetrative sex (ran got the snip)

since getting hired as an assistant to bonten executive ran haitani, the two of you have been photographed together and plastered across billboards and magazines, making headlines across japan.

❛❛𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂. 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋❞

❛❛𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 (𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄/𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄/𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄/𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃)❞

"heh," he scoffs, "these dumbasses think i'm screwing my assistant!"

he tosses the magazines onto his desk and takes a sip of an old fashioned. he presses a button, paging you to his office.

you make your way promptly to his office and ask, "what can i do for you, mr. haitani?" you smile, awaiting his response.

"have you seen the shit on the news lately?"

you shake your head, puzzled by his question. "no, sir. i can't say i have... do you need me to contact some—"

he leans back in his seat, reads the headlines aloud, then takes another sip of his drink, and looks up at you, smirking.

"so... what do you think, little miss bonten?" he asks, enunciating consonants sharp enough to cut. the look he gives you makes your thighs clench.

"the media will twist anything for personal gain, sir–" you say softly, clearing your throat in an attempt to keep your composure.

he chuckles. "that's all? d'aw, too bad... had you said something else, i might have entertained them..."

you swallow the lump in your throat, setting off the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. "i'll tell the bartender to use a lighter hand–"

"you think i'm drunk right now?" he laughs, "not a chance, doll. you're a smart girl, sweet too... i know you are...." he rises from his desk and approaches you, gently lifts your jaw to meet his gaze.

you're certain he can feel your heart leap into your throat and your skin burning with excitement. his hand gently caresses your face. "mr. haitani–"

"don't be so formal. ran is fine." he laughs softly.

"i don't think this is right mr., ahem, ran."

"well, if this is wrong then i don't wanna be right." he smirks. "i know you want it too. you're not as innocent as you let on... you like being corrupted, don't you sweet girl?"

he hears your breath hitch and knows he's got you right where he wants you. he looks into your eyes and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. "show me how pretty you look with your mouth on my cock." he says hushedly.

you kneel in front of your boss, watching him hurriedly unbuckle his belt and reveal his cock to you. you take his length into your hand, stroking gently as you lower your head. he groans as you take his tip between your lips, teasing his cockhead with your tongue.

"you trying to kill me?" he quips. you smirk and take his cock further into your mouth and suck, bobbing your head down inch by inch until you can't fit any more comfortably. his eyes roll back and he groans, placing his hand gently on your head. "fuck," he hisses, "who knew little miss bonten was a pretty little cocksucker?" he smirks.

you moan and quicken your pace, jerking his cock a little harder now. you swirl your tongue on his tip and indulge in the taste of his precum. he grunts and groans, hips stuttering as he begins to teeter on the edge of his orgasm. "not gonna cum yet. not 'til you're bent over this desk."

he helps you off your knees then pushes your lower back down, tits spilling out of your top. he pushes your panties to the side and rubs a finger up and down your glistening sex, gently circling your clit. "this wet for me? fuck... need you to stay like this... always ready to take me."

the two of you moan collectively as he slides his cock into your cunt. he grips tightly onto your waist as he pushes deeper inside. "fuck baby, you were made for me..." he grins and thrusts his hips steadily, rubbing your clit in synch.

your eyes flutter as his tip presses sweetly against your g-spot. the stimulation on your clit sends your head into the clouds. "oh god– fuck! ran!" you mewl.

"you're taking me so well, sweet girl. you gonna cum already?" his smug response earns himself a whine from you. "or maybe you need it faster? harder?" he taunts, pounding his cock into you more hastily. you gasp as the feeling of his finger rubbing on your clit quickens too.

"MMM-! RAN!" you cry, "i'm cumming!" your muscles begin to tighten and your orgasm quickly washes over you. ran moans with you as you ride out your high, his own orgasm approaching. "fuuuuck yeah... cum all over my cock! you're so fucking good..."

he thrusts into you a couple more times then spurts his load inside you. he groans and slams your hips down on his cock, fucking his cum deeper into you. he places a few kisses on your back and shoulders as he comes down from his heightened pleasure.

while you're fixing yourself to return back to work, ran calls for your attention.

"don't let anyone else touch you. i want little miss bonten to myself."

dividers by benkeibear

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@blueberrisdove @kodzukein @trevengersprincess

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Relationship goals (Atsumu Miya)

Atsumu's been dying to ask you to help dye his hair since your first date.

Every time he sees a couple on socials making videos about doing each other's hair, he desperately wants to do the same with you. There's just this quiet domesticity about it which he wants so badly with his own significant other.

So much so that every since you agreed to go out with him, he hasn't touched up his roots.

He tells you he can't be bothered with going to the hair dresser and just always does it at home, which is partly true in his defence. He and Osamu used to do each other's, and now, he's been known to make Hinata or Bokuto do it, both of whom are surprisingly good at working with hair.

But this? This is way better.

The focused look on your face in the mirror, that cute frown on your face as you carefully brush the bleach in close to the scalp as he'd told you too. His heart flutters as he recalls you looking videos up on Youtube, just to be sure you wouldn't mess his hair up.

You flick your eyes to his in the mirror, and smile as he snaps a pic for his Instagram. 'Seriously baby? I'm in my painting shirt.'

'And? You look hot with your hands in my hair.'

He yelped as your gloved fingers gently flicked his ear. 'Ye! Watch the bleach!'

'Oh relax, that's the clean hand. Will you put some music on, please?'

'Fine, meanie.' He stuck his tongue out at you in the mirror, and you waved the brush threateningly before gently bopping to the music he put on at your request.

Atsumu sneaks a video of you, tongue poking out in concentration, hips swaying to a familiar song, and sends it to the team group chat to gloat about having the "relationship goals" moment he'd been dreaming of.

"We get it, you're whipped.'' Replied Sakusa

"Dude, does (Y/N) wake up like that? They are so outta your league my guy."

Atsumu pouted at the screen. 'Baaaabe, Sho-kun's bein' an ass again!'

'Show me?' You leaned over his shoulder as he presented the screen to you, grinning at the message. 'D'aw, ain't that sweet.'

'Sweet?! Baby! I know you're gorgeous an' all but your man looks the part!'

You couldn't help but snort as he looked up and saw himself, dye in his hair, standing up at all angles. As soon as his cheeks turned red, you burst into laughter, and couldn't stop until he pinned you against the sink and kissed you quiet.

[igneous-crocnroll]

I love your art style!! the way you draw furries is so cute!!! Very nice very awesome. the sun ain’t got shit on you

D'AW THANK YOU!!! That's very sweet of you!!

[maxphilippa]

Giggles I’m gonna go anon for this one

YOU!! hi oomf!! I just wanna say you’re a very amazing artist and person and your very fun to talk to!! Your gijinkas are also really creative and accurate too AAHHH They’re mine now thank you. (/silly)

Please continue being yourself!! I really enjoy seeing you pop up on my Tumblr feed

!!! D'AW THANK YOU;;;;; YOU'RE SO SWEET WHAT

[mishiami]

Can I devour your art please? It looks delicious, fantastic, and like a feast that even if I’m full I wouldn’t stop eating. (Sorry if this is weird I just REALKY like your art)😋

D'AW that's not weird at all that's so sweet

[loopadoop]

bbuh,,, but,,, youre cool,,,, so you deserve them,,,,

D'aw, how sweet of you~. I still think there's better candidates for receiving a bouquet's worth of flowers in this climate; I would suggest trying to give some to the saviors - if you have any left to give, of course.

I still appreciate your gesture, though, so know at least that much I suppose.

[sennamybeloved]

belated day 23 for @kits-ships selfshipvember, following the prompt dancing together :)

Under the vast canopy of the night sky, two she-beasts play amongst the forest. Omikayalan was draped in a peaceful quietude before they disrupted it, charging through the lush undergrowth, kicking up dirt and leaves each time their paws touch the ground. Twin laughter echoes through the trees, following them wherever they run.

How such a foolish game of cat-and-mouse began eludes them both, but at some point, Ahri ran, and Seren gave chase. They followed each other in relentless pursuit, giggling and squealing like children—until Ahri's leg snagged on a tangle of vines. They stopped her dead in her tracks, and she fell flat onto the dirt in front of her.

A sharp hiss escapes Seren's clenched jaw, drowned out by the pained, fox-like yelp that Ahri makes in tandem. Before either of them can process it, Seren is at Ahri's side, kneeling down beside her and speaking to her gently. "Are you okay?"

The most comforting aspect of Seren's abilities is that she can immediately tell that Ahri is just fine; distress does not waft from her like tendrils of smoke, so, it is unlike that she is in much pain at all. Still, she meets her lover's concern with a whine, ears pressed low against each side of her skull. "That hurt," she complains.

"I bet," Seren says, placing gentle hands atop Ahri's back and shoulders, helping her into a kneeling position. "Maybe watch where you're going next time."

The fox lets out an annoyed huff, shrugging Seren's hands off and averting her flaxen gaze, tails shifting to curl around her frame protectively.

She's not hurt, Seren recognizes, but she'd like me to treat her like she is.

Recognizing that this is perhaps not the time to tease her about being a brat, Seren tuts softly and forces herself back into Ahri's proximity, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her in close. "D'aw, poor foxy," she coos. "Are you okay? Do you need to go back to the temple?"

Ahri tries to suppress the bemused smile that creeps onto her lips, but fails. "Maybe," she giggles softly, carefully shifting so that she's looking Seren in the eye. Her expression is nothing short of mischievous.

"Uhuh," Seren's tone is deadpan, but she cannot bite back the grin that tugs at her face. "Well, then, stand up. Let's get moving."

Seren attempts to help Ahri to her feet, hands planted firmly on her body, providing anchorage where she can. Ahri follows, albeit slowly, limbs weak like a fawn's. So, Seren tosses in a final remark: "Or, do you perhaps need me to carry you?"

Ahri laughs outright at that. "You couldn't," she says, finally hoisting herself to her feet. "You're too frail."

Seren scoffs, feinging offense. "I am not! I'm just..." She trails off, finding she has no defense for that.

"Mhm?" Ahri hums. She tips her head to the side curiously, an impish smile creeping its way into rose-colored lips. She's beautiful, frustratingly so. Seren wants to kiss her.

"Shut up," is all she manages instead, voice lightly cracking over each syllable. Ahri's smile then becomes a sharp-toothed grin, the likes of which Seren admires for as long as she's allowed until their lips are crashing together, parting in a series of soft, sweet kisses, initiated by the she-fox herself.

Hands fist into each other's clothes, bodies pressed flush, breaths mingling in the frost-kissed air. It is in the warmth of each other's embrace that they lose themselves. With no anchors—nothing to sit, lay, or lean on—they struggle to keep their footing, constantly swaying and stumbling together. It is that uncoordinated bumbling that soon begins to resemble a dance. It is flawed and graceless, at least initially, but it is, most certainly, a dance.

Seren was never much of a dancer. However, Ahri is and always has been. She is a romantic and sentimental creature, and to win her adoration, she needs to be impressed. So she was forced to catch on quick. Now, she is capable of leading them in a romantic waltz under sterling moonlight.

Ahri surrenders herself to her lover's tender hold. One lithe arm snakes around Seren's waist, whilst her free hand forces its way into Seren's adjacent palm. Small, foxish face burrows into the crook of Seren's neck, who smiles—her free arm is now wrapped around Ahri, holding her close as he sways them both back and forth.

"You're such a sweetheart," Seren mutters after a while, almost entirely against her own will. It's just a simple fact, one that must be stated over, and over, and over again. "You know that?"

She feels Ahri smile against the skin of her shoulder. "Mm, I'm not sure that I do." Suddenly, she's pushing off Seren, lifting her gaze to look her in the eye. "Tell me again."

Seren can't help but snicker. All the love in the world wouldn't be able to satisfy her. To most, that is an abhorrent quality, one that is inherently linked to greed and gluttony. That may, in fact, be the case, but Seren doesn't mind.

"You're a sweetheart," she repeats, suddenly peppering her lover's face in tender kisses. "A darling, a dear, the sweetest, sweetest little fox I know..." It's accompanied by a litany of other compliments, that all disappear into the night.

[petalseas]

d'aw. Is this all you ladies can muster?

You should tie them up in beautiful ribbons, unwrapping them as your lips gently kiss their skin. Tending to their needs, while they plead for sweet mercy.

[radioiaci]

anonymous ⧐ you are doing an amazing job with your blog ! <3 OOC ASKS.

d'aw that's sweet of you to say!! <3 thank you very much. I appreciate it.

[astrxlfinale]

kafkat settles on his chest. looks him, unblinking, in the eyes. makes biscuits with soft little paws.

Being set before those abyssal eyes could've been considered a death sentence for many, a frightening, mind itching circumstance for more. However it's within those very eyes that Caelus proceeds to find a little sense of home. The fact she took her sweet time trotting up here as if she owns the whole place was a sight for amused eyes all the same. "Had enough of adventurin' yourself for the time being?"

"That case, c'mon and settle... D'aw." Damn it! She always knew these little ways to tug at his heart strings! Watching as those little paws worked in forming their territory made his face nearly scrunch from the cuteness, in a way that only those who had animal companions could truly understand. Reaching for, tender care would be made in brushing along the fur upon the side of Kafkat's head.

"I know I've been a lil busy today. Sorry if it's been a little long. But, y'know what long times out mean, no? Ol' Cae here managed to reel in the goods."

Tempted as he was to let the biscuit making process simply continue, the gift had to be shared! It'd be quickly plucked from his pocket and unveiled from the packaged box it remained within. In truth, the level of extravagance for this to be graced to a cat is nuts to consider, yet, why would Caelus ever give a damn of other people's metrics? Similar to how Kafkat trots her own path, the Trailblaze long since abided by the truth only his heart could sing.

As such, that is exactly why a necklace made of luminous space pearls would be taken and fashioned upon Kafkat's neck. The state of the light remained modest, enough to let the glow be ethereal without it being too agitating.

"I was thinkin' about ya while raising some hell out there lil one. What do ya think?"

@kafkaisms

[lucienarcheron]

I'm soooo happy smtb is back I can't wait to read the whole thing again!!! thank you for creating that masterpiece, it has changed my life, I think about eris and iris every day/srs

D'AW you are so sweet! Your words mean so much darling!! I hope you enjoy it and thank you for loving it so much! 🥹😭♥️