#i feel so soft right now

[vshouse]

Minors and Ageless blogs will be blocked

Hold my hand nice and gently while you tell me who you're gonna softly makeout with and slap my pussy until I cum for you so pretty.

Please finger me open nice and gentle while you remind me that I'm yours and that I'm so good and you love seeing me be sweet like this. 🥴

Kiss my clit before sucking it past your lips, lapping over it again and again with your tongue between low praises.

Make me a good girl with soft attention pls.

[deadduvznap]

OH MY FUCKING LORD ???????? (three different links) THEY LOOK SO GOOD I COULDNT WVEN LIKE PICK THE PICTURES CUS ALL OF THEM ARE SO ?):):?:$?:?:?:?

FUCKKKK JAKE ???? THE FUCKING FLOWER IN THE MOUTH ???? THE GAZE TO THE SIDE ????? HIS EYES LOOK LIKE THAT ???,!,!,??? thats what his eyes look like after yall have sex and hes cuddling into ur chest looking at you like a little puppy dog :((( and ugh something about tight clothes his waist is so tiny <333 little whore <3333and his collar bones ???? dont even AND imagine him in one of those skin tight one pieces ??? hes got a tiny dick (TINY DICK JAKE TRUTHER FOR LIFE) so he doesnt even have to worry about the tiny bulge is dick makes in it because his jeans cover up so perfectly and the material hugs him so perfectly his nipples poke through omg imagine him just walkin through a garden and hes looking at the flowers sorry giye im feeling kinda domestic rn 🙁

ugh i need them to fuck so hard sunghoon on top of jake and him choking jake ???? like jake in missionary and sunghoon has his legs over his shoulders and hes leaning over jake and jakes almost folded in half and his eyes are closed cus of how good sunghoons fucking him and sunghoons eyes are narrowed his head is tilted up and his other hand is on jakes tummy holding him down on that end too and hes praising jake too telling him how pretty he looks how much of a cute puppy he is how hes such a good boy for him and he kisses him so softly because even though hes fucking him so hard and treating him like a toy he still wants jake to feel loved and cared for im

[hirunoka]

to b honest with u, before u reblogging poetry and reading poetry books with u, i hated them for a while : | . My perspective now changed. Thank u for changing aspects of myself, i now know more wonders 🌼, thanks to you 🌼🌼🌼

Oh my, hearing that made me so happy, Eames 💛💛💛 and I totally understand!

This also made me think: "Love leads to more love," because I wasn't that into poetry in years, but then a dear friend's (@myownprivateclusterfuck ❤ thank you again, sweetums 🥰) love for a certain poetry book made me seek more and more after I read it. I've thanked @myownprivateclusterfuck for that before, and now you're thanking me for the same reason, and it's just so lovely and beautiful, you know?

Sending many hugs to you and @myownprivateclusterfuck 🌻🌻🌻

[wifeyoozi]

I love you - lee jihoon

(drabble - fluff + slightly suggestive)

Jihoon and you aren't one of the couples who can say I-love-you's easily. You rarely say it in those words in fact. But there are little I-love-you's in the small things you do for each other.

Jihoon knows there is an i-love-you when you stay back at his studio all night long so he doesn't sit alone to complete his work, even when you are really tired.

Jihoon knows there is an i-love-you when you bring him meals so his studio and practices and sometimes even shoot sets to make sure he is eating enough and healthy.

Jihoon knows there is an i-love-you when you hug him comfortingly after he comes home from a long and tiring day, cuddling him and staying in comfortable silence just how he prefers on some nights.

You know there is i-love-you when Jihoon doesn't go to his studio one particular day because you were sleeping soundly on top of him in the morning

You know there is an i-love-you when Jihoon thanks you for every meal you make for him, even when it tastes awful sometimes

You know there is an i-love-you when Jihoon stares at you like you are the prettiest thing in the world, even if you are in messed up hair, bare face and unwashed pajamas.

Sure there are verbal I-love-you's too here and there. Sometimes you exchange wooahae's while texting. It started with you teasing him at first, and then he did it back because he had to, until it became a habit to always say wooahae before ending any text conversation.

You know you always hear Jihoon mumble a small love-you right before he ends calls with you. He always says that, but he's so shy about it. You'd tease him about it, but you're afraid he'll stop saying them, and it's too cute to be stopped like that.

He softly whispers an I love you while getting down from his orgasmic high, slumping on the bed beside you. It's always when he takes you properly and romantically in bed instead of studio quickies. There are more feelings to it when he's fucking you in bed, the way he holds your hand, mumbles soft praises for you. And then ends with a small confession of his love in your ear. You kiss him, usually, mumbling an i-love-you-too into his lips.

But other than that, it's rare for you two to actually say I love you to each other, just like that.

When you say though, it's more magical between you two. Maybe that's what makes it special, and both of you still blush about it years into your relationship.

It happens on your anniversary, when Jihoon takes hold of your hand gently and kisses your knuckles, telling you how much he loves you.

It happens when you were coming back from a trip to the ice cream parlour late night, stopping in the street to gaze up ah the beautiful stars. You look at his pretty face, and tell him how much you love him, and even when you can't see so well in dark, you know his neck is reddening.

He tells you that he loves you ever so softly when you sleep beside him, in your barest and trust form, only gently wrapping your arm over his torso. He hugs you closer and kisses your forehead and mumbles it again, and cherished the moment when you cuddles back to him, asleep and unaware of his confession.

Whether in words or action, you two always let the other know of how much love you have.

[satans-knitwear]

This bralette is so cute ✨

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[ronkoza]

More honeymoon cows, these Arne sketches are most likely photos that Tor took.

Tor belongs to @littleulvar

[ygodmyy20]

Spirit terumob cuddles for all your warm fuzzy needs.

[royalarchivist]

Bad: I'm making a mini-rabbit farm.

[Richarlyson starts attacking the rabbits]

Bad: No no no! No! No! Richas- get out! Get out!

Pac: [Laughs] Richarlyson!

Bad: NO!!! No! Nononono, get out! Get out! Get out! Help! Help! He's killin' 'ma bunnies! Pac, discipline your child!

Pac: Richarlyson, it's your birthday today, you can do whatever you want, and whatever it pleases you!

Aypierre: Don't kill them! You can't smack them!

Pac: Pepito, join us! Kill the rabbits! Come on, come on, you're gonna love it!

[bioticbooty]

not to be dramatic but i would die for kaidan alenko

[dustykneed]

Hello! Random whipper snipper! Share a WIP of your work!

ooh, with pleasure. six the musical araleyn fanart? in the year 2k24? more likely than you think xDD

i realize this looks finished, but technically i'm still deciding whether to add a background or not lol. still, for the sake of sharing a proper WIP, here's a line or two from an araleyn brainworm WIP that i started reworking yesterday (mild tw for religious guilt and period-typical internalized homophobia from aragon's pov):

She remembers sharing her bed with Anne at Henry's behest, remembers the nights of tossing and turning and trying not to think about Anne asleep next to her-- remembers waking up to dark hair spilling across her pillow and the press of blood-warm bosoms against her own, softer than sin, as hot as the Devil, remembers lying still as death, mouthing prayers into the heat of Anne's neck like an act of penance.

[manitapaleta]

Rest in Piss, you will be missed

Mr. Lonely-Pepperoni

🪦 🍕

[makimaki-chan]

😭😭😭

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

I love all my online friends you guys enrich my life so much

[triglycercule]

hhhhidea...,,,, CUTE idea (kinda?) dust reading to phantom papyrus during night to lull him to sleep,,,, but really its just a way for him to pretend that everythings not really that shit (as if phantom paps isn't just dust's denial incarnate) and to help him NOT wake up because of a nightmare again or something

(and just because i can't resist now im imagining this with mtt. not that dust stopped reading to paps in place of killer and horror (because he wouldnt he simply wouldn't) but now the two join them for storytime. horror knocks out pretty damn fast and eventually dust falls asleep too after he makes sure that paps is satisfied with the amount he read and then killer's just left to sit there. maybe he tries to fall asleep maybe he doesn't,,,, maybe he picks up the book and continues reading but EITHERWAY,,,,,, this scene in my head so 💥💥💥😇😇😇)

[indybob]

Thinking about Bradley having a rough day at work because of *insert reason here* so Jake comes home with flowers and a bottle of Bradley’s favorite wine to cheer his husband up. Bradley gets teary eyed because his whole day has been shitty, but here comes his husband, swooping in and saving the day with wine, flowers, a much needed hug, and a steady supply of forehead kisses for the rest of the night. He’s the luckiest man alive to call Jake his own.

[angeart]

it’s time for me to tell you about boatem circus mumbo. where does he come from? how did he get into the circus? what’s the trauma he carries? 

boatem circus mumbo is an enderman hybrid. they’re kind of rare, and some people are very interested in their teleporting ability. this leads to mumbo getting captured and taken to a specialised lab to be studied entirely against his will. 

this lab is a floating manmade island. entirely surrounded by water. 

water hurts endermen. which means mumbo can’t use his abilities to get away, because there’s nowhere safe for him to teleport to, outside of this island that’s now become his prison. he’s put in a small room, the walls of which are infused by running water, serving as a constant barrier. a perfect cell to contain an enderman hybrid.

but it’s more than a cell. it’s also the research lab. it’s not made with a sliver of comfort in mind; quite the opposite, it’s imbued with countless traps and mechanisms, from spikes and pits to fire and lava. it doesn’t contain a bed, even though it’s meant for long-term containment.

the research is set up to focus on studying the limits of teleporting. all the hows: how far, how often, how many times in a row, etc. the way they’re doing this is, essentially, by putting mumbo in harmful situations. hence the traps littering the room! lava from the ceiling? floor dropping from underneath him? water from somewhere? spikes? lots of ways to hurt him!

he doesn’t have a choice here. mere survival and fear of pain takes over. he’s forced to teleport to avoid harm.

he’s kept in almost constant motion. his mind is in overdrive. there’s a constant sense of danger and impending doom of not knowing where it’ll come from this time. all he knows is to jump away from pain. (personally, i like to think this is where mumbo’s antsy restlessness comes from.)

it goes on for days. weeks. with barely any breaks. 

it exhausts him. he can’t keep up. at some point it’s simply too much.

he’s so scared. everything hurts. he can’t.

he can’t do it anymore. even if he’d want to, he can’t.

they wear him down to nothing, so much so that his teleportation abilities fail and he can no longer get out of the way of danger at all besides belated stumbles which do very little, and aren’t what the researchers are after. they grant him longer rest, but it barely seems to fix anything. he’s burned out, overworked, done. stripped of everything that used to make him seem special in their eyes.

it reaches a point when they consider him useless. that’s how exhausted he is.

and this is when he overhears them talking about dropping him overboard. just dumping him in the water. into the ocean. (that’d surely kill him.) getting rid of him as if he was nothing.

he can’t do anything about it.

but someone proposes to sell him instead! that way they can at least get some cash for him.

so they take him to a black market. put water-magic imbued shackles around his wrists (they hurt, they burn), shove him in a cage, and start figuring out how this whole selling hybrids works.

scar, coincidentally, crosses their path.

he sees this hybrid, worn down and caged and terrified, and… he has to act, right? he has to.

what happens is that he cons them. (<3) he uses his wonderful silver tongue, gives them some money, and says he’ll sell mumbo for them, he has contacts, etcetc. and then he’ll give them the rest of the money once the deed is done, based on how much mumbo sells for! a great deal! don’t worry about a thing!

he smooth talks his way until he has mumbo in his possession.

they’re still in the black market. mumbo’s still shackled and caged. he’s terrified. he doesn’t know scar, or his intentions. he fully expects to be sold to someone horrible, or to another hell of a lab.

scar takes him somewhere private, and instead of anything mumbo expects, he… opens the cage.

mumbo presses into the far corner, so so so scared, and he flinches at scar’s approach, and—

scar apologises?

so softly.

and he undoes mumbo’s shakles.

the very moment they’re off and the water magic relents, running on pure instinct and fear, mumbo teleports. 

just once. not even very far. just outside of the cage.

it’s as much as he can manage, honestly. teleporting carries so much for him now. memories of danger and pain and fear tangled with the ever-present fatigue that pins him in place.

he didn’t even really mean to do it; it’s just become instinctual when he feels a smidge of a possible threat. he did it without thinking, and… he can’t do it again. he feels weak and dizzy and nauseous, half-ready to collapse just from that. even though his freedom is at stake, he simply can't do it.

(but he doesn’t have to. he doesn’t. scar’s there. mumbo’s going to be okay.)

gently, quietly, scar tells him it’s okay. he won’t hurt him. he tells him that he’s free to go, but if he has nowhere to go, he can come with scar. 

it sounds like a trap. like just another scam.

but mumbo has nowhere to go. and scar is so gentle with him?

he ends up giving in and going with scar. and scar never gave him a reason to regret it.

he becomes part of the boatem circus. and even then, he doesn’t teleport for months afterwards. and he doesn’t participate in the circus shows for the longest time. (not until grian comes along.)