#HE LOOKS SOOOOOOOOOO SOFT

[kutiee]

Sometimes, babygirl is a 25 year old man 🥺🫶🏼

[uzurakis]

can u do how jjk boys (include megumi PLEASE) would react to you getting all pretty and dolled up to go out (and u just look soooooooooo good)

TOO PRETTY TO BE TRUE!

featuring: fushiguro megumi. gojo satoru. geto suguru. nanami kento. itadori yuuji.

n. your wish is my command nonnie, and ya don’t need to say megs cause i’ll ALWAYS include him in every shit that i write (he comes in one package okay) and.. I WENT OVERBOARD WRITING THIS HELPLEP i usually limit to 4 charas every post but yours made my creative space going and I HAD TO DO 5.. so thank you for that. i looooveee the idea mwah mwah i hope the writing makes justice for your cute hc <3

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. you were running late; a girl's usual problem before a date. your hands fumbled with the clasp of your earrings, and shit, you cursed softly under your breath. outside, you knew your boyfriend was waiting patiently, or so you hoped. the idea of keeping him waiting made you anxious, but you wanted everything to be perfect.

just as you finished adjusting your hair, you heard the front door creak open. fushiguro’s soft footsteps echoed through the hallway, and you felt a twinge of panic. he never liked to intrude, but his curiosity had gotten the best of him. "hey, what’s taking so long?" you heard him mutter.

you turned around just as he reached the doorway to your room. his eyes widened, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. fushiguro's usual stoic expression melted into one of pure surprise. his cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink, and his mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

"is everything okay?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sudden flutter in your chest.

megumi blinked, finally finding his voice. "a-ah, yeah, everything’s fine," his eyes remained locked on the ground while he stammered. how in the hell did this place get so hot? he thought to himself as he fiddled with his shirt collar.

"you look… um, really pretty."

"no, i mean, don't get me wrong though! you're al-"

you blushed at his earnestness, but you also smiled. "you too, gumi."

the guy scratched the back of his neck awkwardly but managed a small smile in return. "sorry i kinda barged in,” gently, he reached his hand to you and said, “next time, take all the time you need. i’ll wait.”

GOJO SATORU. "well, well, look at you," someone called out, sauntering over with an exaggerated attitude. "you really went all out for our little date, huh?"

you couldn't help but smile as you rolled your eyes. "aand you didn't even bother to dress up," you teased back, gesturing to his usual attire. “so lame for the gojo satoru, boo-hoo.”

"why would i need to dress up when i have the most gorgeous person in the world right here?" the guy stepped closer, taking your hand and spinning you around playfully. "you look soo good, i kind of want to take you home right now. can’t have everyone else stealing glances at my date."

a giggle managed to escape your lips, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "you're ridiculous, toru," shaking your head at him.

then he leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, one that could captivate a soul. "but seriously, you look amazing. i'm the luckiest guy here."

you swatted at his arm playfully, but your heart swelled from his words. "alright, mr. smooth talker, where are we going?"

gojo straightened up, still holding your hand. "anywhere you want, as long as i get to show you off. but maybe we’ll head home a bit early, just in case," and of course, he didn’t forget to wink.

ITADORI YUUJI. a knock on your door sent a jolt of excitement through you. you had taken extra time to get ready for your date with itadori tonight in the hopes of surprising him. he was standing there with an enormous smile on his face as you opened the door.

“bless me!” his pink eyes widened with admiration. “you look beautiful as always, baby.”

your cheeks heated beneath his surprising compliment. "nah, baby, that’s too much."

his enthusiasm contagious, he practically bounced on his toes. “i’m serious! you’re soo pretty that i might die from your prettiness—is that an actual word—but look at me, i'm serious!”

as you stepped outside, itadori kept showering you with compliments. "that outfit is perfect on you. and your hair! you’re always cute, but.. you really shine tonight."

“you’re too sweet, yuu,”

"i mean it! you deserve to hear it every day baby!”

NANAMI KENTO. you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when you heard a firm knock at the door. taking a deep breath, you walked over and opened it to find nanami standing there, his usual composed demeanor softened by a warm smile.

his eyes swept over you, taking in every detail. "you look beautiful, sweetheart." he said simply, sincere and direct. the compliment made your heart skip a beat.

"thank you, kento," goddamn, a gentleman is always a gentleman.

he stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "i appreciate the effort you put into this. it means a lot to me." his smile widened just a fraction, but the warmth in his eyes spoke more than his words could.

you smiled back, touched by his straightforwardness. "it’s because i’m excited to spend time with you."

nanami nodded, offering his hand. "shall we go?"

you sensed serenity and joy as soon as you held his hand. "i’m glad you liked it," you said softly as you both made your way down the street.

GETO SUGURU. “fucking hell, you look so pretty,” he swore under his breath, emerald orbs wide as he took in your appearance. “too pretty to be true.”

“hmm, you think so, suguru?” a little teasing might not hurt, right? his usually calm and composed expression shifting to one of pure astonishment the moment he saw you. and there it is again, his usual up-to-no-good grin.

he stepped closer, his gaze intense and cocky with that smile of his. “oh, you’re mine,” he declared, voice firm yet filled with a protective tenderness. “definitely mine.”

your heart skipped a beat at his sudden possessiveness, yet you couldn't help but feel a rush of delight at his words. “i’m yours,” you confirmed softly, tippy toeing to peck his cheeks.

he pulled your waist gently into his hook, grip both protective and warm. “i just… i don’t want anyone else looking at you like this,” the words were murmured, his lips brushing against your hair. “you’re too beautiful.”

you leaned into him, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace. “i only want you to look at me like this, suguru.”

he smiled, a rare and genuine expression that lit up his face. “good. because i’m not letting you go.” he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. “let’s go, princess."

@uzurakis

[jnkboyz]

want toooo ride him andddd moan in his ear. he’s soooooooooo attractive i need to suck the strap and look him in the eye when he makes me gag on it; miss that aroused look he gets when i do. oh tomorrow is our anniversary i’m so excited i made him a few gifts and he’s coming over for a date i’m excited to kiss him i miss his soft lips pretty pretty guy i love my boyfriend.

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

CLAWCODE NATION COME GET YO BOYS

(it's me, I'm the nation/j)

"Why is he always so much happier with her than he's ever been with me..?"

Little animatic thing I did about my freaks (cough cough my au cough in my fic cough sorry guys I must have caught a cold-- that I don't post about COUGH COUGH BUT I AM WORKING ON)

Ganke is already so used to being left out, rough childhood and all, and seeing the person that he's maybe-just-a-crush maybe-something-more-sometimes with ditching him for some girl who is.. at least fifty times prettier than he is... and having a much better time with her?

That shit stings.

..But it's nothing he's not used to.

Especially with how Miles can be.

..

Erm

HIGHLIGHTS (my favorite frames only)

His hair looks SOOOOOOOOOO SOFT I love him can you tell

[oldbutchdaniel]

You have to understand. The way Armand talks to Malik, the way he looks at him, the way he gets in his space. The little inclination in his voice when he says "they are not your concern". It's so soft and flirtatious and predatory and almost tender. I could live in that little moment for the rest of my life.

I NEED TO BE HIS PREY SOOOOOOOOOO BAD

[moonchildstyles]

nsfw aster concept in my head rn is like angel and h waking up on a spring morning, sunshine filtering through the windows so it illuminates their room !!

but H wakes up first and the first thing he feels is .. nothing .. because angel has wiggled away from him in the night- probably due to the sun warming up the room!!

so he glances over and is like :O because she’s managed to wiggle out of the duvet too ! she’s backed turned to him but just had some cute comfy underwear on so he gets the best view of bum !! He can’t decide whether if it’s just one of the hottest positions he’s seen her in or if the cutest because it’s clear she didn’t put herself in the position on purpose !! it was her unconscious movements thats brought a blush upon his face this morning !!

I like the thought of him questioning whether all the little actions she does day to day that get him absolutely melting are done on purpose or all completely unintentional!!

and just the thought of him reaching out and skimming along her back n bum with his fingers, playing with her cute little panties that’ve probably ridden down a little bit toooo !

He’s just savouring the moments of her cute little sleepy display before he wakes her up to tell her what her sleepy morning body does to him :(((

WAIIIIIIIIIIT I LOVE THIS SO MUCH:( I love the soft morning stuff so much like them not even really trying but like jsut being so lovey and soft and h looking over and seeing her like that w cutie undies and one of his shirts or something like he jsut can't get his eyes off of her I love it soooooooooo bad :( that nad like late night after waking up from a dream like I just LOVEEEEE THAT

[apompkwrites]

WOAHHHH!!!!! Omg I can totally see the wholesome potential in Ruggie x Lil Schoenheit?! If you kind of think about it... their differences are rather cute. Ruggie is more outgoing whilst Lil Schoenheit seems to be more reserved despite being exposed to the spotlight at such a young age. Following this line of thought, Ruggie can help bring Lil Schoenheit out of their shell, make them feel more comfortable by telling jokes or just messing around. And despite Ruggie's scheming exterior, he can actually be pretty soft (to his grandmother, the kids from his neighborhood, Leona, Jack, and so on). Lil Schoenheit would definitely love putting dandelions in his hair 🥺💖. They'd make Ruggie look cuter! In a way that doesn't diminish his unique charm and adorable Ruggie-ness. Soooooooooo... To ease my brainrot, may I request a scenario for these two? Creative Liberty is yours to take hold of!

you couldn't help but press chaste kisses against ruggie's face. it was a want, no, a need. combine the sense of euphoria that rushed through your system with the loud laughs coming from your boyfried, oh you were smitten.

this was how your dates at pomefiore typically ended. you just couldn't stop yourself! you always loved having your dates at your dorm. it was always worth it seeing ruggie's face light up at all of the fancy decor, from the banners on the walls to the pristine porcelain tea cups.

you always urged ruggie to let you "doll" him up, as he liked to describe it. sure, you weren't as into makeup as your older brother was, but it was nice to just pamper your boyfriend who deserved nothing but the world.

the one thing you did that you were sure separated you from your brother was the little dandelions you would stick into ruggie's hair.

"my perfect little hyena," you would coo, pressing a kiss to ruggie's temple. he would try to hide his face in your neck, letting out little huffs and grumbles about "not wanting to be babied", but the little upward tilt of his ears told you otherwise.

he truly did live up to rook's nickname, didn't he? but, at the end of the day, he was your little dandelion.

[azureforreal]

Idk about u man but because of the way you draw Flippy, it made me think he's very fluffy.Which made me imagine that Flaky would sometimes touch his fur to see how soft it is especially during the winter seasons where he would have grown his winter coat

YAAAY, his fluff fur is the vibe I going for, glad it looks like that to you

YEAAAAAAH, you got my vision, PW Flaky is super touchstarved in this AU, u have no idea and in winter they snuggle together soooooooooo much, she loves rubbing against him, as for him, he feels overhelmed by the amount of affection and love she shows he doesnt know to repay equaly without being unhiged QHUAHAUAUHAUA

AAAAAAAAAAAAND when he gets home stressed, any high level of stress actually, his fur goes wild so Flaky likes brushing it for him, its like therapy for them

They live in this little moments of their daily lifes

[gatheredfates]

60. In Sync/Wordless Conversations

101 quick fluffy/soft/comfort prompts for brief fic snippets. I'm so sorry I intended for this to be fluffy but it IS my Thirteenth verse soooooooooo.

No matter what ruin comes of us. When I'm gone, promise me. Promise me when you sleep, when you dream of me, it'll be in colours of white.

There was a wreath of pearls in her hair. He noticed them like he noticed her, inoffensive and unobtrusive, daring to not make a spectacle as she lingered at the edges of the court, away from eyes like carrion birds overseeing a bloody affair. He watched the way she watched intently, encouraging smiles and polite handwaves as she ushered the other ladies to their entourages. She knew, as he knew, as they all knew, their place in the world.

A castle on the cliffs. A blasé ballroom. Piano keys struck as effortlessly as claws in skin, a tempo-count to the screams of the proletariat murdered beneath their barricades — a mercy granted to my chosen, their lord declared.

Here was the only place he saw white. The rest was a mash of purple-black stretching across the sky like a bruise, a pox of void that blotted the last few places of light. Infectious, it chased him from distant courts over shores and shelters; gorging, devouring, decimating until there was nothing left, and it hungered still.

The lord kept him because he was useful. He kept her because she was pretty.

He wondered if the pearls were plucked from maggots feasting on sticky oysters, an irony of value as desperate fisherman gnashed on the slime. Worthless as the gil that slipped between their bony fingers while snatched at chunks of bread. The lord knew how low they'd stoop — how little he'd have to offer before the pin-pricks of void in their pupils cannibalised them from the inside. A little waste for everything he wanted.

He laced them tenderly upon a crown of white-blonde hair. An offering. A dozen little souls chained in silk, so arrogant as to be loosely tied, priceless and worthless in the same breath.

'I can be frivolous,' it seemed to say. 'I can be apocalyptic.'

The boy didn't know his hunger then, mistaking it for foolishness. It was when his hand closed around her wrist and tugged her back from the crowd, when she jumped and tried to speak his name, when he silenced her with a finger to his lips. He knew he wanted her. He wanted her hands, her hair and her skin beneath his fingers. He wanted to know her, to love her. Devour her, pearlescent and magnificent in the white.

In the light.

He pulled her gently towards the door. Aryele turned her head, pale blue surveying the ballroom for just a moment, before her hand squeezed his. She looked to him, the expectation of her station abandoned for just a little while — the horrors of their pantomime discarded — and she grinned.

Lady turned memoriate. Pianist to murderer.

He grinned back, amber eyes crinkling in the corners.

No one noticed, no one cared, to watch them run. Only the lord residing over a dollhouse of doom, far too preoccupied with the dance — dead before he died. The first voidsent before the fall.

[blueoakshusband]

I feel like rambling about my top 4 fav ships lol, I suppose they count as comfort ships haha (they do, they really do)

To start off, this ramble is a multifandom ramble, the ships are namelessshipping (pokemon), makoharu (persona 5), ninerose/tenrose (doctor who), and souyo (persona 4)

I just feel like rambling and I haven't posted my own content/rambles on this acc in awhile

I wanna ramble about headcanons that most of my friends know for at least namelessshipping, and add to hcs for the other ships

Red x Blue Oak (namelessshipping) from pkmn, they get married early at age 19 lol, they're 24 currently in my hcs and run/own the Battle Tree in Alola, they DID go on a honeymoon in Alola, but that was a couple years before they decided to move there and start the Battle Tree (I changed up the timeline in the sumo/usum games a bit lol)- both of them are gay and transmasc (both using he/him), Red took Blue's last name, his old last name was 'Shade' lmao (I have SOOOOOOOOOO many hcs for them but I'll save those for other days) (I have more hcs for all of these ships tbh but like yeah, saving my typing for now, mostly) audghshsh okay fine some more, they love cuddling, Red usually shows affection through actions (he's selectively mute in my hcs) and Blue loves it- Red is actually just slightly more clingy than Blue, tho, even tho they tease each other and Blue acts snarky and Red quietly confident during the day, at home they're affectionate and love to cuddle at the end of the night in each other's armssssss AUGHHDHDHHSHSHSHSHSH sorry the idea of them cuddling has comforted me SOOOOO much, haha it's a bit funny but it really does, they're my top ship ever (tho I support other ***SAFE*** ships) and yeah, ahdghdhdhs

Makoto Niijima x Haru Okumura (MakoHaru) from persona 5/persona 5 royal- Makoto is transfem (using she/her), and is bi and demisexual, Haru is a demigirl (using she/they), and a lesbian- they get together after the events of specifically third semester in p5 royal happen, Haru asks Makoto out on a date lol, Makoto is shocked cause she was growing feelings for Haru and was worried she wouldn't give her a chance, but yeah, they start dating- they combine their last names methinks, also Sae approves of Haru right away LMAO, since Makoto (when home for university holidays) brings Haru over all the time

The 9th/10th doctor x Rose Tyler (ninerose/tenrose) from modern doctor who- ohhhhhdggdhs my god, they make me soooo happy, yes I know it's a bit cliche to like the first (modern) companion from Dr who with the doc but like??? Their story is soooo tragic- and we don't leave out the ninth doc in this place, he is so silly and funny and it's great to see his development as Rose shows him how to be a bit happier again, and then regenerating into a younger looking person for her- yes I don't mind other doctor ships I just have a huge soft spot for Rose w the doc- I like to think the Doc (any regeneration) uses no labels lol, he uses any pronouns "what ya think, today!" and Rose is soooo pansexual (cis and uses she/her, btw)- I also give the Doc (any regen) different looking eyes and teeth (fangs hehehe) to make her look diff from humans a lil bit, secretly

And lastly, Yu Narukami x Yosuke Hanamura (SouYo) from persona 4/persona 4 golden- just finished p4 golden like last week and I immediately got attached/hyperfixated (I have adhd lol) on these two- most recent comfort ship of mine for sure, even tho I enjoy other ships ofc! I just tend to get favourites from games/shows/etc. Anyways Yu is transmasc (he/him), and Yosuke is cis (he/him), both are gay lol- Yosuke definitely must have some typa internalized homophobia- that or I think he projected his worried feelings onto Kanji (don't worry, he very much apologizes to Kanji eventually)- idk how Yu and Yosuke got together yet tbh, maybe after the golden and arena ultimax (I just started playing it) events? I also hc that uh, Yu's parents passed away somehow (idk how yet for sure) and he moved back to Inaba for senior year permanently, and like yeah, sometime within there is when him and Yosuke get together- either I wanna make it sweet or angsty before they get together lol, dunno yet but yeah, gay ppl

[dumplingsjinson]

Okay. So. Um.

YEAH.

IDK. FUCK. WHAT IN THE SHIT JUST HAPPENED? I'm apparently not single anymore.

Let's just get on with it-

First stop: Photobooth. Nothing much happened here. (Gonna post the photo on my Insta story; asked him for his permission and he was like "That's fine.")

Second stop: Shopping centre. This was where things got a little interesting. We visited the Lego store his friend works at. Cat guy introduced me to his friend and him to me, and they started talking... And then his friend mentioned the BLACKPINK concert and how he missed it and that piqued my interest, and we started talking about the concert and everything, and then we go on talking about the TWICE concert as well. We were hitting it off quite well lolol. During all of that, cat guy was standing there like "Hello? Wtf?", all left out and shit (I feel so bad for that, but I was so excited to meet another BLACKPINK fan at the time kwjfewf.) Anyway, at one point, cat guy was like, "Okay, we're leaving. We'll come back soon."

(Spoiler: we don't go back. LMFAO.) We go to get lunch, walk around the shopping centre a bit... Then head straight to the car park. Thing is, the Lego shop was in like... Plain sight. I was waiting for him to take us back there, but he ignored it and we go to his car instead. I brought it up with him (once we were on the road), being all like, "Oh, weren't we supposed to go back for your friend at the Lego store?" and he was all like, "Oh, I forgot about that. We can go back next time".

SOOOOOOOOOO.

Me thinks someone's JEALOUS LKFNENWKF, but I could be wrong. Idk. I'm bad at reading signs. But he did seem a bit miffed when I was talking so animatedly to his friend about the concerts, sooo... Yeah.

We go back to his home.

(BTW, FINALLY MET HIS CAT. Mission accomplished!! And oh my God, she's the CUTEST THING EVER. She's so much smaller than I thought she would be and looked so soft and SFLKNWEKLFN I think I like his cat more than him AHAHAHA. (That's a joke btw, please don't cancel me-))

Stayed in his living room for a bit, then went up to his room to cuddle... And I'm there like, "Oh God. Do I talk to him now? Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I'll chicken out." My heart was beating out of my chest, and I started getting in my head again, and he was asking me if everything was okay because I was moving around a lot (I was stressed tf out lmfao) so I was like "Okay fuck it, we need to talk to him whether we want to or not" so I'm like, "So... There is something I wanna talk about with you."

And... The talk happened. I asked him where his head's at; where he sees this going. I told him I liked how things are progressing, and I wanna see how things continue to go with us. I told him I didn't want to rush things, though, and that I wanted to take it slow (mainly because I didn't want to put pressure on him, since I didn't know if he wanted more when I was asking those questions). And amidst all of that, I... End up confessing to him.

Straight up out here being like "I... Really like you. I don't think I've ever liked anyone this much before." Spilling my guts out and baring my soul to him while hiding my face in his pillow and tacking on an "I'm so fucking embarrassed" at the end of my longwinded gut spilling session, while he was laughing and shit lweknflkewnf.

And God. At one point during the talk, he was like "I thought we were way past this point a long time ago" or some shit like that, and now I'm like... So he had the belief we've been a thing for quite a while I was here stressing the fuck out? Granted, he did update his Hinge profile, which lead us to having this talk a lot sooner than I thought we would in the first place, but at the same time, I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt for that one. Maybe he wanted to look for friends, and I'm solely basing that on one of the components of his Hinge profile, which I will not be showing lol. I didn't want to bring that up and look like I'm overanalysing everything, so I'm putting that past me lol. Done stressing about it.

(I paused all of my accounts when we parted and will probably casually tell him about it when we meet up next lol.)

Anyway, after that mfing mess of a confession, we cuddled some more. And then I was like... "Wait, so what are we?" because I'll be honest, I was still confused where we were at and wanted to clarify if we were exclusive (I didn't want to overthink it again and wanted clear answers), and he was straight up like:

"We're officially dating."

SO YEAH. AAHAHHAHAHHA.

Literally went from "I don't wanna rush into things and want to take things slow and see where this goes" to "We're together now, you dense piece of turd" in like less than 10 fucking minutes.

We cuddled even more, I'm telling him how much I like him, and he told me he likes me, too... And then it led into me being all vulnerable and shit (disgusting, right? How dare I-) and basically apologising to him for not messaging him a lot these days. I told him that I get really in my head when I like someone, and I feel like if I message them too much, I'm gonna annoy them. I told him I want to update him on trivial shit. I want to tell him things. But I end up holding myself back because I don't want to be overbearing. I told him I end up overthinking things and that leads me to not sending anything. I told him, "I don't want you thinking I'm uninterested, because I am. I like you a lot. Like fuck, I think about you a bit too much sometimes, you know?"

SO YEAH. JESUS. I think I deserve a medal for this courage lmao.

He ended up reassuring me and was like, "You can message me any time. Tell me about your day. I like when you do that, and I'll message you back when I can." (He reassured me again later on during the date, telling me how I can message him whenever, so that was really sweet of him.) So yeah... I promised him I'd spam him with Instagram reels, and also warned him about how I talk a lot over text, that's how I'm like with my friend, he's got a huge storm coming, and he was like, "And that's fine."

At one point, his sister's corgi (also the cutest thing ever) came into the room and came straight for me HAHA (I asked him if the corgi ever came into his room before and he was like "It's the first time this has happened" so I'm pretty sure it's because my monthly visitor was here and the corgi sensed that, which was why it came to me and didn't seem to want to leave me alone for at least 15-20 minutes. I read somewhere that's what cat and dogs do). It also peed on the floor so uh... Rip his carpet. 💀

Anyway, the corgi finally leaves, we get more cuddles in.

And UH. I guess it got a little steamy here? He was like... Kissing my neck and everything (prior to this, he was kissing my face and stroking my hair and all of the stuff he did during the last date) and AHAHAHA, when he stopped, I was all like "I like it when you kiss my neck" and this man... This man.

He took that as a sign (as he should) and kissed my neck even more, to the point where I thought he'd leave marks on my skin lmfao. Pulled the collar of my shirt back (I wasn't even wearing a turtle neck sweater this time so he was going DEEP lmao) AND AHAHA, when I say I was encouraging this behaviour by making all of these sweet little noises. I was sighing and moaning a little AND HE WAS TURNED ON BY THAT, LET ME TELL YOU THAT MUCH. (If him sporting something down there wasn't a sign-)

I was also holding onto the nape of his neck and everything; running my fingers through his hair; pulling him closer to me and tilting my head back for easier access and just letting whatever noise I wanted to make naturally fall out of my mouth and yeah... That definitely spurred him on. Had him all pressed up against me lmao.

(Fanfics have me LEARNING things.)

Tbh, I was lowkey worried he'd leave a mark there since he was just... Yeah, but he didn't so thank God. (But also, a part of me lowkey kinda wanted him to though ngl WELKFNEWKLNF, even though I'd have to hide it from my parents somehow lmao.

And well yeah, he was just being very affectionate like the last time, and held me so close to him and kept calling me cute (literally would not stop and I'd deny it and he'd be like "no, you're cute") and sweet and soft and saying I smelled good and wionlkwnef AHHHH I'M GONNA SCREAM. We kissed (cute lil pecks, just how I fucking love it) and all o' that.

We're about to leave for dinner, the corgi is circling me again and his dad had to step in and take the corgi before it left the house with me, because it kept following me around lmaooo. Kept sniffing my shoe and was preventing me from putting it on, so I was struggling for a hot minute, while cat guy just watched me struggle lmfao.

After dinner, I'm thinking we'd go back to his place (that was the plan) but his friend called and was like "Please come to the concert, we have a free ticket because our other friend couldn't make it" (that friend had called him about the concert before we went out for dinner and cat guy declined at first lol) so we ended up having to cut the date short so he could go to the concert because his friend really wanted him to go. He dropped me off and I hugged and kissed him before leaving BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE WHO ARE OFFICIALLY DATING DO, RIGHT?? WELKENEKLWFN.

IDK YOU TELL ME, DAMN.

So yeah. When I got on the train, he informed me that his friend's brother took his phone and said brother couldn't find his friend. That friend had his ticket, so he needed to come out to take cat guy into the venue... And he never came out (and apparently never replied to cat guy until after the concert) so that was a bit shitty. Cat guy ended up leaving after standing around outside, waiting for his friend.

So the date was cut short because of this guy, and I was lowkey saurrr disappointed because I though I could spend at least a few more hours with him before going home :((

SO YEAH. WHAT THE FUCK, MATE??

But yeah, basically that's what happened. And while driving me to the station to drop me off, he asked me when I was free next so... We'll be seeing each other pretty soon (in a little bit over a week or so?) so that makes up for it AHAH.

He messaged me and was like "We could've hung out a little bit longer :///" and "This entire thing made me so frustrated on the drive back home" welkfnewknf My poor guy :((((

So uhHHH, your girl is Taken, or some shit like that, idfk. At least I think I am HAHAHAHA, completely skipped the exclusive stage and went straight to "officially dating".

I'll probably stop with the updates lol, unless something significant happens. I'll probably make more prompts, too, but right now I need to sleep lmfao. SAUR TIRED.

(I already miss him and maybe I'll find the courage to tell him that later on, but right now... Nope. Lmfao.)

[stellawolfearts]

Hey, hey want some Nezha angst???

So. Ya know his mom. The only family member who liked him? His dead mom?

Yeah, I legitimately think he can’t remember what she looked like. At all. He tries to picture her face, but he can’t.

Sometimes when he tries, all he can come up with is Wukong’s face. And he feels like he’s betraying his mom, like he’s replacing her.

(Bonus points, he actually looks just like her)

hey hey anon???

i like you.

ohmygod. that is soooooooooo BAD *rubs hands togethor* but so goood.

makes sense though, after so long he doesn't remember what she looks like, barely remembers her voice. what he does remember though is the kindness she showed him in a home filled with rage.

The soft touches, kisses on his forehead, being tucked into bed. all these little things he remembers clear as day while memories of his fathers rage remain blurred and fuzzy.

but her face, he cant seem to remember. what color were her eyes? was her hair as black as his became after death.

all he remembers is the kindness she showed him and he will hold onto that memory forevermore.

But then we've also got wukong. Nezha will easily replace his father with wukong, but his mother?

he tries to remember her soft voice telling him everythings going to be okay but all he hears is wukongs voice. he tries to see her tuck him in at night but instead he see's wukong.

they looks similar, but wouldnt it be a betrayel to her memory...replacing her face with another.

hes never letting go of wukong oh hell no, the only person in eons that has been there for him. his only safe space.

but he cant help the ache in his chest whenever he remembers that wukong isnt his birth mother. that she was there, that she was kind.

[imeanwhynotbruv]

Mini Metal synopsis

Stranger things / The black phone crossover Au

(Ok so I know I already have Billy Hargrove & Vance Hopper as brothers but then I saw this soooooooooo yep. This is not part of the call my family au btw. I wanted a Vance & Eddie brother au, it’s cute shush)

But first

Eddie & Vance as Brothers/people:

Eddie:

Eddie is your typical metalhead goofball.

He’s generally an easy going guys who’s always up for a laugh, even at his own expense

He makes comebacks to insults like it’s and Olympic sport

He’s nice until you dis his brother because then he will end you (he can actually fight well just chooses not to most of the time)

Definitely likes lots of physical affection, even if it’s just patting you on the head. Likes complementing people for the fun of it.

He’s a big softie but totally has resting bitch face/ resting I’m going to kill you slowly face

When he zones out it looks like he’s planning your murder

Takes joy in lovingly embarrassing his brother and friends

He can be serious when he deems it necessary

Vance:

Looks like he always wants to punch you in the face and probs actually does

Doesn’t really like being touched unless he’s in a fight or unless it’s Eddie/ someone he likes

Is all over Eddie always demanding affection (most of the time without words) and Eddie is happy to give it.

Is immune to Eddies attempts at embarrassing him

Has a short fuse and is quick to fight but Eddie can calm him down

Has a soft spot of animals, kids and outcasts

Wont admit it but Eddie is practically a god in his eyes.

Plot :

The boys go to live with their uncle after their dad kills the mum then dies in prison

Vance has powers but Eddie is the only living person who knows

Vance was kidnapped by the Lab at 7yo & gets the number of an experiment that died, 009

I El is the spy then Vance is the killer & the lab teams the up a lot.

Becomes Els closest friend and kind of like a big brother to defend her, so he get in trouble a lot for fighting the other kids

Eddie doesn’t stop looking even when the town does. Learns the Forrest better than anyone else and can navigate it like the back of his hand.

Eddie becomes the freak

Years pass

When will goes missing Eddie is one of the first people in line to help, like to the point Joyce is almost worried about how much sleeps he’s getting and would have done something if she was too worried for Will.

When 001 kills the others he doesn’t kill Vance.

Vance helps El fight One and they escape together.

Vance can speak better than El (but still not great) so when they find benny he makes up a lie and they run before benny can be hurt cuz he deserves better 😤

Meet the party in the woods and Vance is a lot less trusting.

Vance can vaguely remember Eddie but his brain was scrambled by the lab so he only gets these flashes and feeling about how they’re important.

When they are at the Quarry scene Eddie sees it happen from the woods, he’s about to step in a help when he sees Vance and El.

Something Clicks in Vance’s brain when Eddie talks to him and both refuse to leave each other and El refuses to Leave Vance. So yay team up!

Then it’s the show but eddies in it earlier, Vance has powers and just a lot of shenanigans that give Hopper a migraine 😅

•••

Well this has been living in my head so it feels good to get this out 😁

I like this idea and sure some of it will probs change but I think it will be fun

Hop you enjoyed

The tag: Mini Metal Au

[ser-rctslcyer]

“I’m so tired.” “It’s okay I’ve got you.” (more in like a genuinely tired sense! like sleepy!)

im kind of tossing this between ara & hanni soooooooooo----you decide!

Title: Sleep Well

Pairing: Aragorn x Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 355

Request: 32. “I’m so tired.” “It’s okay I’ve got you.”

Warnings: Fluff, Sleepiness 

A/N: So more for you, my dear. [again the translations may not be fully correct but shhhh] 

Translations: Tolo a bosto - Come and rest |  melethel - sweetheart 

Another gentle breeze blew by and you resisted the urge to yawn. Your body ached and your eyes drooped, it was hard to pay attention to the path before you. You turned toward Aragorn, who faced forward attentively, alert in case anything decided to surprise you both. Sluggishly, you tried sitting up straighter to wake yourself up but to no avail. 

As you were fighting to stay coherent, you missed the small glance your partner gave you. He gave a brief glance over the surrounding area before turning off the trail. Of course, you followed all without a word as you were too tired to figure out what was happening. When he came to a halt, so did you, gazing over the tree line ahead of you. 

“We make camp here for tonight,” he dismounted swiftly, taking the reigns of your horse into his hands. 

“Isn’t it too early?”

“Not at all,” he looked upward, smiling softly at you. He led you and your steed down the hill, clicking for his own to follow. 

The hum of the stream grew louder as he guided near the stream's edge. He tied the reigns to a tree, leaving enough space for the horses to graze before helping you dismount. He quickly took your bed rolls, finding a soft spot in the grass before laying them down. 

You took this moment to take off your cloak and sword belt, stacking them one over the other. 

“Tolo a bosto, melethel,” he whispered, guiding you to the bed and getting you tucked in before he took off his own gear. Once he was done he slid in beside you, tugging you on top of him. 

“I’m so tired,” you mumbled, nuzzling into his chest.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he assured, wrapping an arm around your waist. His other hand wanders over your cheek, tracing softly over your jaw and drawing little circles. Your eyes shut once he begins to hum and soon enough your breathing evens out. He peers down at your relaxed face, a warm feeling building in his chest as he continues stroking your cheek.

“Sleep well.”

[arsenalgbt]

can i ask you your top 5 arsenal ship? 👀

(love your blog and works btw!)

CAN YOU---OF COURSE YOU CAN ANON, PLEASE, FINALLY LET'S GOURrr

it's so long grab a snack~

1.a. Aaron/Martin like, sorry I coined 'martindale' you saw it you heard it here on my tumblr FIRST. writing martindale? will be there. reading martindale? I will be there. screaming crying at their interactions caught in 4k? will be there. discussing with my fellow martindale believers? I'm in.

blame everything on Aaron mucking about Martin being the el parchio of the squad and my gunnerinnas' tags whenever Aaron says sth about Martin.

and how we all are a bit 👁👄👁 about our captain's behaviour around men 😋😋😋

1.b. Benjamin/Willo. anon I can write an essay........... but long story short, it's cuz they're such opposites!!!! visual wise and personality wise they're sooo chef's kiss.

this ship is just so VIVID in my fucking mind. older, kinda bitchy, secretly funny, definitely slutty, very cool benjamin/scary, menacing aura but looks about 5 y/o when smiling, actually younger, hilarious willo? obsessed!!! 🥰🥰🥰

(also I'll just say it again with my whole chest; I hailed willo as a babie way way before gunnerinnas began gushing about him. it was me and the thirsty twitter men. I did it. I love that now my gunnerinnas have come out supporting the babieliba agenda!!)

2. sakanelli 😭😭😭 ik I'm not too vocal about them but I rly rly rly like them, they're so precious to me hence they're second on my list. two starboys?????? imagine such iconic power couple, giggling, cuddling, nelli improving his English picking up Londoner accent because of his bestie B???---except I can and will only write G rated fics about them. sometimes soon, I hope. I remember one of my moots' tags, something along these lines; "it's so important to me that they both actually like each other" under a sakanelli post AND TRUST ME. oh the possibility. oh the 'started from the bottom now we're here' trope. they're my babies. I read a sakanelli fic on ao3 but it was so sad 😭

3. reiss/either Aaron or Jorginho....... I know. I KNOW IM SO QUIRKYYY CRIES. listen; aaron/reiss size difference? DELISH. jorginho/reiss being opposites (infuriating old man/calm, confused boy toy) PLUS reiss' babygirlism from one (1) video

literally I haven't stopped recycling this gif as my motivation to continue writing sugar daddy jorgi/confused reiss lol

tldr; it's reiss' face tbfh. he's so pretty... like... i CAN'T let such a pretty face go to waste (not writing fics about him lol).

fuck I think that's it?? cuz I like these three equally:

xhakarteta; BUT eye think eye am just a reader. it's so hard to get their characterisations right (for the standard I set for myself lol). thus, I'm afraid/lazy to get my hands on writing actual plot for them 🫡

Aaron/benjamin; again, amazing, time proven, OG friends to lovers trope, etc etc but I'm just a reader for them I guess!!!?????? same excuse with my view regarding xhakarteta. them fics I read??? LOVE THEM. Aaron is soooooooooo whipped, so golden retriever coded. spoiler alert; I'm writing an Aaron/Benjamin/Martin threesome as we speak :O

ZINNY/GABBY OH GOSH!! Zinny is clearly so into gabby but gabby is this sexy workaholic who is never aware of the attention he gets from men (multiple). iktr.

honorary mention, I used to and still have a soft spot for giroud/ramsey. like... goddamn rambo was thirsty... and granit/ramsey as well ngl... OH ALSO; nelli/fabio lmaooo gawd these twinks...

PSA; in my hc, Aaron Ramsdale had a crush on Leno 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 OKAY NOW TELL ME YOURS! thank you for reading thanks for liking my works!!!!

[whatiwouldnotgivethots]

Can i request scott/deucalion and bondage? 👉👈🥺 Any level of consent is fine with me.

this is soooooooooo delicious, and i simply can't resist holy shit THANK YOU

scott/deucalion  bondage, dubious consent as this is set roughly in season 3a, hand jobs, facials

When Scott gets home from lacrosse practice, Deucalion's sitting at his desk.  There's panic, quick and sharp, fluttering in his chest at the sight.  He stands, numb, at the threshold of his bedroom, tries to swallow several times in quick succession past the fear and the anger and the helplessness.  

“Hello, Scott,” Deucalion says, easy as anything.  “Have a good practice?”

“What are you doing here?” Scott manages, clutching the strap of his backpack for dear life.  

Deucalion clucks his tongue.  “Now is that anyway to treat a guest?  What would your mother say?”

Scott flinches like he’s been hit, “Don’t talk about my--”

“Your mother’s fine, if that’s what you’re worried about.  I’ve left the rest of the pack at home.  Come on, put your things down.  I’ve come for a little chat.”  

“Something tells me this is going to be more than a little chat,” Scott replies, mulishly.  He does, however, deposit his belongings on the floor and pulls the door shut, locking it behind him.  Deucalion gestures towards his bed in a sweeping motion, and ever so tentatively, Scott takes a seat.  He makes sure never to turn his back on Deucalion.  He hunches over, looking up at Deucalion through his lashes.  He kind of misses his long hair, it was easier to hide behind.  Kept his neck hidden.  

There’s an itch of--something lodged in his throat.  He’s not sure if it’s still fear or something new, unnamed.  Being in Deucalion’s presence, being the object of his undivided attention, is intense.  It makes the wolf within Scott, the wolf he holds a very tenuous leash on, whine.  Want to roll over and show its soft underside.  Scott the boy doesn’t know what to do with the sensation so tries to do his best to ignore it.  

“Now I know you don’t want to be in my pack,” Deucalion says, tilting his head training his unseeing eyes on Scott, “which does hurt my feelings dreadfully.  I’ve come to make one last plea.  I’ve heard I can be persuasive when I need to be.”  

“I know everything you have to offer.  And I’m not interested,” Scott says.  

In an instant, Deucalion has two hands on his thighs, gripping him tight enough to leave bruises if bruises lasted on Scott.  His nose drags along the length of Scot’s neck, and Scott’s breath stutters.  A smirk spreads across Deucalion’s face, creeping slowly like ivy on a brick wall.

With a whisper, Deucalion says, “You know what I just heard?  The slightest stumble of your heartbeat.  I think, perhaps, you want to be persuaded because I can give you what no one else can.”

Deucalion takes a deep breath, lets the heady scent of Scott wash over him--clean, boyish sweat and the tang of wolf and the acrid smoke smudge of fear, all undercut by the sweetness of arousal billowing off Scott in bursting clouds.  Deucalion wants to sink his teeth into him.  Such a shame Peter Hale got that pleasure.  

“I don’t-- I don’t need anything.  I have my own family, my own pack.”

Deucalion traces his fingers up and down the seam of Scott’s jeans, coming within a hairsbreadth of the zipper.  It’s a ghost of a touch really, and Scott’s trembling like a leaf beneath him.

“Those are humans.  They can’t feed the wolf inside you,” Deucalion says, trailing one single finger up Scott’s zipper, teases the waistband of his jeans, lays his palm flat on Scott’s stomach.  The muscle instinctively ripples under his touch.  Scott swallows a whimper.  

“Your whole being craves it.  I can smell it on you.”  Deucalion’s voice drops low, rough and gravely.  Scott’s belly goes hot and slippery, roiling, at the sound of it.  When Deucalion brushes his lips against the shell of his ear, Scott shivers.  Clutches his bedclothes in his fists.  “I would give it to you over and over, dear boy.  Ruin you for anyone else.”  Deucalion grabs his dick through his jeans and squeezes, a little mean.  Scott jerks like he’s shocked, mouth dropping open in a cry.  

Everything’s so much right now--Deucalion’s breath on his over-heated skin, his lips on his temple, his hand palming and kneading his cock.  Against his better judgement and all his senses screaming at him to run, his dick fattens up.  Can feel himself getting wet and leaking into his boxers.  The draw of Deucalion is like a needling hook behind his belly button pulling him forward.  An ache deep in the cradle of his hips.  It takes everything in him not to crawl into Deucalion’s lap the way he would have with Allison.  

With a little push, Deucalion urges Scott flat on his back, and Scott-- Scott goes willingly.  Deucalion throws his head back, inhales slow and deep.  Scott can’t tear his eyes away from the rise and fall of his chest.  The red of his eyes flash in the low light, and his biceps thrum with pent up energy.  Everything about Deucalion is utterly man.  A man, full grown.  Confident, sure of himself.  

Straddling Scott’s waist, he tugs Scott’s shirt off and brings it to his nose.  Open-palmed, he traces the line of Scott’s pecs, tickles down his sternum, presses into the hollow of his stomach.  Inhales the scent of Scott’s shirt, and the sight alone makes Scott feel like he’s going up in flames.  He squirms underneath him, firsts clenching, unclenching.  Grasping for-- something.   

There’s a breathless moment of tension of Deucalion holding Scott’s shirt aloft, and then he’s tossed Scott on his belly.  Gathers Scott’s wrists up, knots that shirt around them, and pins them at the small of his back.  He yanks Scott up until Scott’s back is flush with his chest, both on their knees.  And Scott can feel the hard line of Deucalion’s dick against his ass, the heat of it bleeding over.  

“What are you doing?” Scott gasps, going tense.  His voice cracks, the way it hasn’t since he was 13, and the way Stiles’s still does sometimes.  Deucalion chuckles in his ear, and Scott shivers in its wake.  He keeps petting Scott’s chest with his free hand, brushing over his nipples, pulling on them, pinching.  Scott bites his lip bloody to hold back the whimper crawling up his throat.  As quick as the copper tang registers on his tongue, the cut is healed over.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Deucalion asks.  “Persuading you.”

Deucalion smears his hand down Scott’s abdomen, thumbs the fly of Scott’s jeans open, and slips inside.  His hand is warm and dry against the sensitive skin of his cock, and Scott jolts at the first brush of it.  He’s so fucking hard that it’s difficult to think.  Deucalion drags the tip of his finger through the wet slick at the head of Scott’s dick, teases the crown of it with a flicker of a touch.  Scott’s dick blurts out a dribble of pre-come that Deucalion dutifully gathers and uses to ease the slide of his hand.  

Even though Scott knows, in that hazy, distant way, that he could easily rip out of tee shirt binding his wrists, the pressure combined with the force of Deucalion’s will takes Scott’s higher thinking prisoner.  The wolf raging inside him wants to turn on its back, betray its instincts and give up its soft underbelly.  His blood is thrumming his veins, and Scott whines for more because Deucalion’s taken to barely brushing the length of his dick.  Ghosting touches that have him trembling.  

“That’s it, Scott,” Deucalion says, nosing along the column of Scott’s neck, “let yourself have it.”  He presses the words into Scott’s skin, the barest hint of fang slipping onto the skin.  Every one of his senses is dialed to 11, everything tuned to Deucalion, his overwhelming presence, and his hand--oh.  His sure hand now taking Scott out and jacking his dick slow and hard, enough that his fist thumps into his pelvis.  Rough and demanding, almost savage.  It sounds so loud and obscene in his bedroom.  

Scott’s hips kick forward into Deucalion’s touch of their own volition.  He fucks Deucalion’s fist, letting out tiny little ah-- ah-- ahs-- that embarrass him.  A flush creeps up his neck, suffuses over his face, the closer he gets to the edge.  

“Good boy,” Deucalion all but purrs, and it knots up low and sweet in Scott’s. belly, mingles with shame and want and that terrible, heady cocktail of hormones he’s come to associate with being 16.  He sides Scott’s foreskin down and digs a nail into the slit of his cock.  “Now come for me.” 

Scott’s hands scrabble at nothing for purchase when Deucalion sinks his teeth into his shoulder.  The sting of pain races through him, and he’s gone.  The release hits him like train at full speed, right between his lungs.  It pushes the air out of him, saps all the strength from his limbs until he’s collapsing forward, tears stinging his eyes.  

Deucalion rolls him onto his back, and Scott goes willingly, pliant and easy.  He straddles Scott’s chest, furiously unzipping his trousers.  He pulls his cock out, and starts jerking himself off, a hairsbreadth from Scott’s face.  His mouth drops open, lips red and chapped from him gnawing on them.  With a near-primordial growl that rockets through Scott’s whole being, Deucalion comes in hot streaks across Scott’s face.  His chest heaves, body sinking into itself.  

The heat of his release on Scott’s skin almost stings, but not more than the humiliation that creeps through him after Deucalion pets his hair before standing and setting himself to rights.  With a single clawed finger, Deucalion slices Scott’s shirt in half, freeing his wrists.

“I’ll expect your answer tomorrow, Scott,” Deucalion says, but he’s already gone before Scott can even register the words.