#they are so SAWFT

[thefrsers]

All that we have left is all lost. We still have our memories, Athena. And we have each other.

[glacialswordsman]

he drives me fucking insane why you got a waist that small? for other people to grab? whore.

[stonersap]

my favorite favorite favorite snf Thing is them napping together like oh they love to sleep they love to be anywhere together even if they’re unconscious

[trickortreatmeout]

It’s kinda crazy how cute I am 😇

(he/they)

[maraczeks]

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[rae-writes]

pre/early relationship things + Naruto boys <3

sawft bois, cute bois, sweet bois || 0.9k

Kankuro asking you to wait for him after the war: there's some things he's gotta figure out (including getting all his feelings together) and some things he needs to do, so he asks you to wait with a sheepish smile at the gates of Konoha

Kankuro's really glad he had his face paint over his cheeks because he feels a blush spread across them when you rub your thumb over the paint and smear two purple lines over your own cheeks in acceptance

And Kankuro nearly falls out in the floor when, a few weeks later, he's back in the sand village opening a letter from Temari and a picture falls out: you're standing in front of a mirror, purple eye pencil in hand, as you very clearly mimic a thinner style of his paint markings- with a bright smile plastered over your face as you look at the camera

Kankuro decides he has to go back to the Leaf as soon as possible. He needs you to be his. Really his.

Naruto trying his hardest to keep a clean presentation in front of you at first; neat hair, no sloppy clothes, wiped off face. He's just really nervous because he really likes you and wants to..essentially detach any images you may have of him from all the village gossip (even though you don't think anything but the best of him)

So Naruto was about to have a meltdown when he bumped into you as he ran late for a team meeting: bedhair fluffed out and sticking up the wrong way, clothes askew and barley put on properly, cheeks and mouth covered in crumbs and jam from his on-the-go breakfast that was clutched half eaten in his equally messy hand

But before he could disappear on the spot and go crawl in a hole and die, Naruto found himself with a racing heart and red cheeks when you gave him a sweet little laugh and helped him out. Your fingers in his hair, brushing and smoothing out the stubborn strands, running along his chest as you straightened his undershirt and zipped his jacket, swiping at his cheeks and lips to get rid of the mess (and sticking your thumb in your mouth to clean off the jam was just the nail in the coffin)

Naruto decides right then and there that he's gonna marry you someday (and when he realizes he said that out loud, he'll practically explode in a shade of red before stammering out a loud "Believe it!" before running off to go meet his team)

Watching Kakashi attempt subtlety as he stares at your lips whenever you're talking or simply just lounging around with him. He wants to kiss you so badly but he's not ready to take off his mask just yet but the thought of kissing you is on his mind so much that he thinks he might go insane if he doesn't get to learn how it feels

It's gotten to the point where Kakashi always presses his forehead against your temple, covered nose and mouth brushing over your cheek and jaw as he plays it off as exhaustion; really, though, he's just a little embarrassed (and a bit scared) to ask you to kiss him without removing his mask

Which leaves Kakashi absolutely shell shocked and delighted all at once when, as you're seeing him off before his mission, you press your lips against his through the mask as a parting gift (leaving the scent of your flavored chapstick behind on the fabric, something that keeps his mind just as occupied as before he got a kiss, only now it's because he needs to taste that flavor- mask be damned)

Shikamaru starting to debate the way he acts with you after seeing his friends with their partners, realizing he's never really asked you how you felt about his...lazy habits when hanging out and wonders if you're actually as okay with it as you seem

It's a real drag, honestly, Shikamaru thinks- having to question something he's never had self doubt on before. He makes up his mind that he's just going to ask you straight out and get it over with. His brilliant plan goes out the window and into the trash, though, when you trudge into his house for your date night and curl up beside him, mentioning something about 'been looking forward to our weekly shared nap' (which makes his heart speed up, hindering him from even being able to fall asleep. he wasn't complaining- for once- not after seeing you so at ease with his lazy habits)

Kiba not knowing why Akamaru runs off for around thirty minutes each afternoon after training is over, but not minding too much since his fluffy companion always comes back from wherever with his tail wagging and tongue out happily. He does get curious, though, so he ends up following along one day

And Kiba about dies on the spot when he sees Akamaru bounding up to you, the civilian that he has a giant crush on (who always smiles and waves at him, no matter what, in passing). He watches his tank of a hound sprawl in your lap- almost covering your entire body- and get petted and cooed at. He stumbles over with a dumb grin and heated cheeks, making easy conversation

When he leaves with Akamaru in tow, Kiba formulates a plan to finally ask you out, hopefully using his best furry wing man to help

[buckymorelikefuckme]

on the tip of your fingers

steve rogers x fem reader

words: 1.1k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** smut, bondage, sawft dom steve. as always, if you feel i've missed something, pls let me know!

a/n: hehehehehe... any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡

It starts with Steve asking if he can tie you up, a cheeky twinkle in his eyes, hoping (and knowing) you’d say yes. You pretend to think about it just to let him stew in the silence a little, but then you let your lips tip up on one side and he relaxes with a grin of his own.

He straddles your naked form, gathering your wrists in his larger hands. He binds them together with one of his silk ties, testing the strength of it and asking if it’s too tight. When he’s sure you’re comfortable and well restrained, he lifts your hands so he can tie the loose end between the slats of his headboard. He bites his lip, mischievous as he trails his fingers softly down your underarms and the sides of your torso, making you wiggle from the ticklish sensations.

You absently tug on the tie as you try to move away from his taunting touches, huffing when you’re reminded you are completely at his mercy. Steve’s cock twitches at the reminder as well, realizing he can truly do whatever he wants to you right now.

“Will you be good for me, please?” he asks, moving so he’s settled with your thighs on either side of him.

Your breathing picks up as he trails his hands along your legs.

“I’m always good,” you reply.

He cocks an eyebrow, hands coming to a stop on your ankles. “We both know that’s not entirely true.”

Biting your lip, you writhe in anticipation, trying to get him to touch you more in the places you want him. His eyes wander the expanse of your body freely. His touch teases its way up to your hips.

“I think we should see how good you can be.”

The smile drops from your face. Steve smirks, shuffling until he’s lying on his stomach between your thighs.

~

You’re not sure how long he’s kept you on edge, you just know that you’ve been so close to orgasm, so many times, but you haven’t had the relief of release yet. Sweat is gathered along your hairline. Everywhere, really, even on the backs of your knees. Your lips feel dry and chapped from the way you’ve been panting for breath.

Steve’s head is resting on your thigh, eyes intently watching the way his fingers are lazily thrusting in and out of you. He’s changed his pace and pattern so many times, never giving you a chance to learn what he’ll do next.

Weakly, you lift your head to glance down at him. The sight makes you clench, moaning brokenly when you see that Steve is humping the mattress absentmindedly. His eyes look glazed over with lust as he takes in the vision of you spread open for him, taking his fingers so easily. He meets your gaze, a satisfied smile on his lips, then speeds up his pace.

“Look at you,” he whispers, breath fanning out against your thigh, sending goosebumps across your sensitive flesh.

“Steve,” you gasp. “Please.”

“Please what? What do you need, sweetheart?”

You could punch him. You could throttle him. You just might… once your hands are no longer bound above your head.

“Let me come,” you beg, way past the point of feeling shame for it.

He licks his lips. “Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Steve,” you groan, close to crying.

His thumb swipes over your clit and your hips jerk, a choked gasp leaving your throat. He hums, doing it again. You cry out, squirming more, and you can’t decide if you’re trying to get closer to him or away from the teasing he’s torturing you with.

“I think I should start reading up on shibari,” he says conversationally, like he's not fingering you stupid, like you're not on the verge of tears. “You would look so pretty tied up in those intricate patterns.”

Your chest heaves at the mental image. You're already under his total control with just your hands tied and Steve using his weight to hold your legs apart, but if he used special knots that would leave you entirely immobile, he could do anything to you. The thought of you, bound and vulnerable, Steve playing with your pussy, maybe even with some toys, makes you shudder violently.

You feel him grin against your thigh.

“Yeah? You like the sound of that?”

“Please,” you whisper.

Steve hums. “You're being such a good girl for me, baby. I'm so proud of you.”

The tears you've managed to keep at bay break free, spilling over your lashes and rolling down the sides of your face. His praise makes you feel light, warmth spreading through your veins. All the teasing he's put you through is suddenly worth it, just for those words from his lips.

His breath puffs across your pussy just before you feel him place a soft kiss to your clit. You jolt, keening, sensitive beyond belief. And then Steve sucks your swollen clit into his mouth, pumping his fingers faster and curling them to add delicious pressure to your sweet spot. Your entire body trembles as your orgasm approaches, yet again, and you begin babbling nonsensically, tugging at the silk around your wrists.

“Good girls get to cum,” he murmurs, licking messily along your slit. “Go ahead, my precious baby. Cum for me.”

As if your pussy was just waiting for his permission, you moan so loudly that it echoes off the walls, head tossed back as you cry his name. You clench around his fingers rhythmically, every inch of your skin tingling with pleasure.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you chant, hiccuping on your next inhale.

Your vision is blurry as your orgasm drags out longer than it ever has. Steve hasn't stopped fucking his fingers into you, and you're crying in earnest now, pathetic sobs punching out of you. Before your first orgasm is even finished, you feel a second one crest, your voice pitching higher and higher. Your toes curl, thighs spasm, stomach clenches painfully. You scream as you are pushed over the edge.

Steve is groaning, pressing even more praises into your skin, wherever he can reach as you cry.

“Perfect, my perfect girl, you did so well,” he's saying, slowing his fingers until they finally come to a stop.

Shivers continue to wrack through your small frame as you pant heavily, eyes glassy as you stare blankly at the ceiling. Steve carefully removes his fingers, kissing your hip apologetically when you let out a soft noise. He reaches for your wrists and unties the makeshift binding, rubbing at them soothingly to help the blood flow and easing your arms down to the mattress.

You blink slowly. “I think you broke me,” you croak.

Steve smiles, brushing your hair off your clammy face. “I sure hope not. I'm not quite done with you yet.”

You can only whimper, goosebumps springing up across your flesh.

It's gonna be a long night.

[moodyseal]

DUUUDEE

I just CAN'T when u draw Apollo with them

✨ soft ✨

ass expressions,,,

like my still beating heart shan't survive thee massacre of soft

him with his kids??? the SMILE??

his general disposition??? SAWFT

him in all of of your drawings that aren't vaguely sad??? SHOFT MAN JUST BEGGING FOR A HUG AND TO BE LOVED

HIS SMILLEEEEE

forget them "blinding teeth" fake celebrity smirks, I want SOFT SMILESS he saves for those he loves 💞

never quit being talented u beautiful beautiful person 💛

THANK YOUUUU this means so much to me you have no idea ❤️❤️❤️ I always love to focus on facial expressions because there's so much you can tell through them. A good technique is important but a good expression? That's what gives a character life imo

And with Apollo specifically it's so important to me to draw them well because he's just so expressive in his narration that it feels like it'd be a crime not to draw him just as physically expressive!! Especially when he's with his kids. Nothing but heart-bursting affection for them on his face <3

Anyway another smiling Apollo as a gift for you ❤️

[themonotonysyndrome]

The premiere had me clutching my pearls! So for something sweet & to celebrate the new video, here's Castin and his Baroness (my OC, Celica) being sawft and getting ready for bed, made by the amazing @silverink58

[thefrsers]

Jamie + holding baby Mandy in the stables

requested by @ashmarie1687

[arcadekitten]

could I hug the moth boy from HFSH plsplsplsplspls… he’s so silly what’s wrong with him

he is very sawft......hopefully i give him a name and draw his typical adult form soon so everyone can see how soft he truly is

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

i genuinely cannot stand the redacted discord or tumblr lol. discord is too much forced positivity and god forbid you make passing mentions about alcohol (😨😨😨) !!1!! like it's trying to make everyone happy so bad it's restricting so much. imperium and inversion were my favorite things ever but talking abt it in the discord is just exhausting because it's all sunshine and rainbows over there. imperium is too angsty. inversion is too scary. i want my sawft widdle boyfriend back. ugh. and you'll never find people criticising the redacted storylines there, heavens no!

but the tumblr has just been vile lately! can't handle hearing a bad person be called a bitch, can't ever decide whether they want the listeners to be fleshed out (for a more interesting story) or open ended (for a more inclusive story), it's ridiculous. expecting erik to write everything exactly how you envision in your head. also, people want lore and more interesting storylines but last i checked, those same people didn't talk about hush, or avior, or brachium, or the sovereigns. i wonder why?

i don't know. i was relatively popular on redacted tumblr a year or so ago and it was much better than this. i guess that's what happens when you have an audience mostly full of teens who think the spotlight's always on them lol

anyways, redacted youtube comments rule and that's as far as i interact with other people in this fandom. also david and angel ON TOP! yall complain david's a "cash cow" LMAO sorry babes he's just Him. the views speak for themselves

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[malicedragoness]

Bi-Han X Sol Drabble

So this is for an audience of one, but everyone is welcome to read it. This is for @bihansthot. I meant to finish this as a birthday drabble, but life got in the way. (Lol pesky life situations!)

My girl has been feeling down, so please spam her with Bi-Han posts. 😁 Or Syzoth posts!

No warnings, just a little angst, some fluff, Bi-Han being sawft on the inside.

Sol, I hope I did your man right.

And guest appearance with me and Havik. 🤣 Don’t mind us.

Notes: Sawft Bi-Han is sawft. And mentally exhausted. Bi-Han’s kink is being loved and taken care of. He is sawft on the inside to his special woman. This is canon divergent from MK1. In that Bi-Han and Kuai Liang are just arguing and live separately, now that Kuai Liang is married. His wife can be whoever you know that selfships with him. Because it ain’t Harumi. Not in this fanfic. We make our own rules. Oh, and Smoke likes to visit Kuai Liang a lot.

Idle chatter and the sound of music, with an occasional interruption of static, resounded in the van as Bi-Han stared out the window. The woman, Malice, had offered to drive him back home, much to Havik’s annoyance.

The chaotic man was vocal about his distaste for the cryomancer. However, if that short little lady said jump, Havik would ask how high. If she wasn’t there holding the invisible leash on him, who knows what destruction Havik would cause.

And if Bi-Han wasn’t sitting in the bulkhead of this old rickety van, he imagined Havik’s head would be detached and in between her legs right now while she’s driving. As the lumbering giant of a man keeps asking her multiple times when he can do it.

He leaned his head back and let out a heavy sigh as he watched Malice smack Havik’s hand away from her thigh.

He could’ve waited until tomorrow to go home. Or take a bus.

Still, he was thankful for the offer after a rather disastrous attempt to spend time with Kuai Liang. His brother had seemed reluctant to the idea of sitting down and talking with him. But after Kuai Liang’s wife encouraged him, he readily agreed. Maybe it would be good for both of them.

They couldn’t have been more wrong.

The subject of their parents was touchy at best. And Bi-Han isn’t one to beat around the bush. He did not love their father, nor held any respect for him. After being taken away from their mother at a young age to serve in the Lin Kuei against their will, Bi-Han could never trust him, nor forgive him.

That’s when the yelling began.

Both of them were stubborn. And both of them wouldn’t back down. Trading venomous words and bringing up old wounds, until Tomas and Kuai Liang’s wife interfered to settle them down.

The sting from his brother’s words and his angry gaze hurt more than any brutal training regiment they’ve been through.

Kuai Liang ordered him to leave his house. And he did silently, with a pang in his chest.

Hurt was not a feeling Bi-Han was well accustomed to.

The rickety old van pulled up to the home Bi-Han and Sol shared and Malice parked in front. “Well, here we are.”

“Thank you, Malice,” he nodded at her.

“Don’t mention it. Now, listen here for a sec.” She smacked Havik’s hand away yet again and Bi-Han mentally groaned.

He certainly was not in the mood for any more arguments.

“Look, Kuai Liang is a little hard headed and stubborn. But he’ll come around. Trust me. This little tiff you got into today was good for him. For you both. Get it all out in the open. Get the poison out for the wound to heal. Y’know?” The short brunette looked up at him.

An ebony eyebrow quirked up at her words. Bi-Han pursed his mouth and nodded at her. “Thank you, again.”

“Finally.” Havik jumped up and slammed the door shut. The van took off down the road, tires screeching with effort, and a burst of feminine laughter escaping the windows.

Bi-Han rubbed his eyes, hoping to ease the ache of his migraine. Sol’s friend may have held some wisdom in her words. And the thought of completely destroying his bond with his brother made him wary of any future talks with him.

He looked up at the front door and thought of her. Despite everything that has happened and all the wrong choices he has made in his pursuit of power, she was still there by his side. Many times he has questioned why.

Why does she stay with him? How could she look at him the same way, knowing the gravity of the crimes he’s committed?

Every step he took towards the door felt heavy as his melancholy thoughts weighed him down. He unlocked the door and walked in, trying to be quiet if you were asleep.

“Oh, good you’re home!”

Bi-Han looked up, surprised his beautiful qin was still awake at this hour as Sol launched herself at his chest. Instinctively, his arms went around her holding her close. The feeling of her warmth slowly easing the ache behind his eyes.

Sol tightened her grip on him and buried her head in his chest. “Malice called me after you left. She told me what happened.”

He groaned. “I don’t wish to talk about it.”

“That’s ok. You don’t have to.”

Just being in her presence was soothing enough for him. That’s all he wanted right now. And when she pulled back and tugged him forward by his fingers, he followed wordlessly, seeking that pleasant warmth.

Sol pulled him toward the dining room where the intoxicating smell of freshly cooked food lingered in the air. He stopped and looked at the scenery before him, his eyes slightly widening.

The lights were turned off, but the room was illuminated by two long candles in the center of the table. Three plates were covered in foil, where he had no doubt that delicious smell was coming from, and two wine glasses were set up on the table.

“I know today wasn’t a good day. And after everything you went through and having to drive six hours back home, I know you must be tired,” Sol started rubbing the back of his palm. “So I made your favorites for dinner. I made you two plates, since you eat more than I do. I wrapped them in foil so they wouldn’t get cold. And…” Her gaze traveled to the hallway behind them.

There was more? he wondered.

Following her gaze, he noticed rose petals leading down the hallway to their shared bedroom. The door was wide open and he could see the bathroom light on. “If you want to take your bath now, I can fill up the tub for you. Or wait until you’re finished with your dinner.”

Why was his heart racing at such sweet gestures?

“I just,” she began, as he watched her struggle to find the right words, and he felt a heat spreading over his face. “I just want to salvage the rest of your day for you. And if you want to go to your study alone and read afterwards, then I won’t mind at all. I just want to make you happy.”

Bi-Han stared deeply into her eyes in wonder, not believing she was willing to go through all this trouble, simply because he was having a bad day. A shiver ran down his spine. He couldn’t help the heated thoughts as they surfaced in his mind.

And Sol, misinterpreting his silence for disapproval, looked down at her feet and began to backtrack on her words. Why was she being so adorable? “O-or if you don’t want the food or bath. I can clean everything up, and you can-”

No!

His hands shot up and pulled Sol into a heated kiss. All of this was for him. Even though he didn’t deserve her precious gifts, didn't deserve her, he didn’t want her to take it all away.

Not yet.

Her hands carded through his ebony hair and he groaned. Her lips were so soft! His greedy hands roamed her body, eliciting little mewls in his desperate need to feel every inch of her.

“All of your gifts.” Unconsciously, he backed her up against the wall. “I want them all.” His lips trailed kisses down her neck. His voice now deep and husky. “I want you first.”

Bi-Han pulled back and held her face in his hands, her half lidded gaze the most enchanting thing he’s ever seen. “Do you want me too?”

“Yes.” She breathed, her voice full of need.

“Do you love me?” He looks pleadingly at her. He’s heard her say it many times before. But right now, he desperately needs to hear it.

“Yes, Bi-Han. I love you.”

He kisses her again, his lips brutal and demanding. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” She whimpers.

He pulls the collar of her shirt aside, placing little kisses here and there. He knows he loves her too, he just can’t say it yet. Too scared and yet too selfish that he needs to hear it.

“You did all this for me. I want to show you I’m grateful for them. For you.” Bi-Han picks her up, her legs wrapping around his hips as he carries her to their bedroom. “My qin.”

[soysaucevictim]

I saw a tumblr screencap and I was possessed to make it some cursed Gymrat!AU Dork Side shenanigans.

(Janus and Remus were/are BFFs since HS. Virgil met them last, when he hooked up with Remus. They all take turns being lil shits, but usually Jan incites things and Remus just runs the field from there.)

Just another rough sketch. Less than a week til move-in date, so soon I may get back to polished art again. \o/

Screencap:

Transcript:

Janus (snoopingasusualisee): Combine 2007 taco pancakes rawr speak with 2016 smol bean pupper speak to achieve true nirvana

Remus (soaprock): henlO sweet sawft smOl bean babby!!1!!!!!!1!!! RawR xD oh noes did i scare you?!!!!!! im vewy sowwy

Virgil (targuzzler): My heart just stopped and when it started again i cursed directly at god for allowing me to survive this

[mischievouschan4-old]

My fic is being translated (ahhhh!!!!)

Please humor me a smol self promotion because fandom is just SO FREAKING AWESOME!

Way back when, I wrote a little QuiObi piece called Seasons of Love. It is very sawft and gentle, but ends *ahem* with a bang 😉 ANYWAYS, it is still one of my favorite things I think I’ve ever written to this day. In fact, I loved it so much that I even recorded myself reading it (smut and all) for my first podfic! LOL 🙈

BUT NOW!!!

IT IS ALSO BEING TRANSLATED!!! 🤯😦🥹

Huge thank you to the incredible @cakushi for working so hard on it 😭😭🩷🩷 If anyone is more comfortable reading in Russian, please give their post some love 🙌🏼 So grateful that you’re doing this!

[bebagerie]

Not to flex or anything but-

Do you like my Impulse? He's very kind with people :P

oh my goodness i want to hug him. he looks so sawft. thank you so much for sharing this is absolutely fex-worthy