#in a soft mood today

[jazzyderaoz]

Aftercare is the best thing ever man. Like,,, unbelievably perfect way to show a sweet little sub how much I fucking adore him.

Cuddling, holding him close with gentle hands… running my fingers through his hair n getting him all drowsy…covering his face and neck with kisses. Making him all giggly and soft and fuzzy and… man isn’t it fucking beautiful. Isn’t it the sweetest fucking thing in all the world…

[zombified-hoglin]

Thinking about Etho reflecting on his relationship with Xisuma as he (Etho) is off world doing his own thing, how his bed back at the man cave that used to be fine now feels a little too large for just him

It's a quiet musing as he stares up at the ceiling with his new cat purring like a engine, his thoughts aren't quite focused on one thing in particular, just moments from their relationship and things he'd like to do with Xisuma one day, dates he'd planned

He's looking to being back on the server again, Etho enjoys his solitude but he likes seeing and spending time with his friends, seeing how Xisuma's eyes light up whenever he sees Etho

[sweetgirl-069]

pls pls let me climb in your lap and kiss you all over your neck <3

[ace-marshmallow]

I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.

You just look so marvelous with the extra weight, I can't wait to see how much more good-looking you'll become as time goes by.

I know you've been trying very hard to accomplish your goals and every morcel of food that passes your lips is a little victory. You're doing such a great job at gaining weight for you and for me.

You are so so beautiful and loved, baby.

I only wish you could see yourself as I see you, so cute, so chubby and lovely. I want to kiss you each time I see you, hug you so tight to share the butterflies in my stomach and feel how soft you are.

The indent of your belly button in your t-shirt is only my latest obsession, without mentioning your soft arms, face and hands.

You are so beautiful, so perfect.

And I am so proud of you.

[saturnalee]

want someone to tease me until i’m a flustered blushy mess and then sit on my thighs to pin me down and wreck havoc on my belly and sides🤗

[sunhoures]

soft thought for today is . . . husband!joshua coming home from grocery shopping for the very first time in your new house. he greets you with the sweetest, most tender kiss. he’s balancing several grocery bags on his arms, but he just needed to kiss you before heading to the kitchen. you help him unload the rest of the bags, giggling when you bump into each other as you save the items in your pantry and fridge. once all of the bags are empty, he takes them from you, setting them on the counter. his arms wrap around you, holding you tight, the most heart-warming smile on his face as he takes in your beauty. “do you really think this could be our forever home?” you ask him, staring into his brown eyes that hold a look of content. “yeah, i do,” he answered, “and even if it isn’t, i’ll be happy anywhere as long as i’m with you.”

[winpocalypse]

the 11x04 (baby) car sex scene (with feelings) that was missing from our brotherlovers for the bottom!sam enjoyers out there On AO3

It’s not like it’s the first time it happens. It’s just the first time in a long time — maybe years and years? —, and maybe it’s the first time happening in the front seat. All crowded, tight and hot. Sam’s having the most difficult time out of the two, with his long limbs, trying to fit where he can’t, his shoulders hunched, while his brother sits back with a big old smirk. Those are rare nowadays. 

That last time, so long ago, Dean was oh, so pissed. It was not uncommon for Dean to be pissed, really, it was like saying he had green eyes. Just a fact of life. But it stuck out that time because with all the arguing they did when Sam came back from Stanford, they went through a period of silence. A silence louder than all the pranks, yelling and old school rock. And then, that night, right before that last time, Dean was yelling again. Hoarser than ever. It sounded a lot like John, actually. But for that time, Sam was not yelling back. He snapped back less and less since they were joined by— some angels, was it? Then, it happened all fast and angry in the backseat. 

“Let me ease it up for ya,” Dean says with that casual humor of his, but the rough edge to his voice is anything but. Sam probably notices it. The kid spent so much of his years just staring at his left, he can draw that profile with eyes closed. He knows everything about his big brother, every line to his face, every tone to his voice, no doubt.

Dean opens the door to the driver’s seat, and pushes his seat back, as Sam steps one foot to the ground, at some dirty desert road, and readjusts himself on top. He stops for a second, hesitates, his eyes suddenly serious in contrast to Dean’s crow’s feet. Some things never change, even with all the years, the messes, the fights. They always come back to their roots, and Sam gotta worry while Dean gotta divert.

“What, thinking about Piper?”

Sam huffs, “Shut up.”

“She really released something in you, huh? Or rather, you did on her—”

“She didn’t do anything, I—” Sam takes a breath. “I was thinking about this for a while.”

“Were you now?” Dean’s hands are anxious where Sam can’t see them. His fingers seem eager to grab at Sam’s hips, but they just dance around, grazing at the shirt. “With all that talk about settling down, finding yourself a girl?”

“Exactly.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

“Shut up.”

They both smile at each other, and it’s obviously a release of some sort, a big relief, even though their lips don’t stretch as wide anymore, not for years. The new normal for them is fairly contained smiles and exchanged looks, but there’s little moments that resemble, just lightly, what they let pass. But this ain’t a little moment. It’s a pretty defining one, it seems.

“You can touch me, you know,” Sam whispers when his smile fades. Dean’s anxious fingers find their way to Sam’s hips, now almost shy.

“It’s been a while. More than a while.”

“I know.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Let’s worry about that after we make sure you can get it up.”

Dean Winchester was never one to receive teasing lightly. Now, he grabs Sam with intent, his fingers digging and finding their way underneath the shirt. And he yanks. The space is minimal already, but he does so Sam slides in his lap, even if just a little, making both of them groan. “The day I can’t get it up is the day I’m a dead man.”

Sam laughs and his cheeks get flushed. This doesn’t happen often or at all. It surely didn’t with the girl— Piper? Yeah, for that, he was laid back, confident. Right here, with the blush, the trembling fingers, and quivering breath, Sam seems like a different person. 

He stretches his arm to the backseat, laying his weight completely on Dean, who grunts, “Yeah, don’t mind me.” Sam finds his backpack, an old thing he’s been carrying since— since forever, really, probably also carrying the stains of every road trip. Maybe they’re souvenirs. 

“Y’know, I don’t need a blanket,” Dean says by his brother’s ear and Sam shivers, landing a shove at his shoulder as he comes back to his position, with some small plastic bottle in hand. 

Dean’s hands reach further inside Sam’s shirt. “Sam Winchester, ladies and gentlemen.”

“I knew you wouldn’t be prepared.”

“Well, think again,” Dean says, smug, as he reaches down, under the seat and comes up with a plastic container of his own. 

Sam looks at it, wary. “How long has that been in there?”

“Well, how long you got yours?”

“Mine’s brand new!”

“I don’t believe that for a second, we’re using mine.”

“No, we’re not.” Sam tries fetching it, but Dean shoves his hand back. “C’mon, dude.”

“If you want a piece of this, we’re using mine.”

Sam sighs. “Fine,” he says and Dean’s smile grows bigger for a second, until Sam backs away, supporting himself at the open door to get up.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Dean tugs at Sam’s belt until he’s back in his lap. He lifts his plastic bottle in Sam’s face and then throws it out the door. With his smile back, he takes Sam’s own little bottle, opening up the cap. “Ride it, cowboy.”

“God,” Sam says between amused and disappointed. It’s a combination often used concerning Dean. 

Sam drops his forehead to Dean’s shoulder and they breathe together for a little while. Both of them trying to calm each other’s nerves, it seems, without saying anything. They rely a lot on not saying anything, some form of otherly communication. But this time, at least, it appears to do the trick. Sam has his hand by Dean’s shoulder, as Dean soothes his brother’s back with gentle fingers. 

“You know,” Dean says after a few minutes, voice tight. “I didn’t think you would ever want to do this.”

Sam’s body tenses, just slightly, and Dean’s fingers press harder against his back. “Yeah,” Sam whispers. 

“You sure?”

“I am.”

Dean turns his face, kissing Sam’s temple and they both exhale together, closing their eyes. Their movements are slow, deliberate, completely new to them. They share their breaths, slide their noses together, tease at kissing. They take their time. Up until their lips actually touch, and Dean’s pushing forward, pressing his hands firmly, opening up his mouth. Sam follows along, his fingers running through Dean’s hair, pressing close and undulating his hips. 

Dean groans into their kiss, “Ah fuck.”

They don’t take their time after that. 

Sam’s pants are by the floor outside, Dean’s are by his knees, constricting his movements. They’re out of their jackets and shirts, only the dark t-shirts left, the one Sam’s wearing folded up to his chest, where Dean’s not leaving an inch of skin untouched. 

They rock together, clinging to each other, sharing sweat, spit and sounds and leaving all the evidence in the seats. Dean grunts where Sam whimpers, he moans where his brother gasps, and they swallow the noises with haste. 

It goes for such a long time, the sky changes and the cold breeze intensifies. There’s little moments of rest, when Sam loses the strength in his thighs and they just collapse into each other, their chests pressed together, fighting for air, just like now. 

Dean cradles Sam’s face, moving his hair out of their faces. “Up for another one, Sammy?”

“How the hell are you still standing?” Sam sounds out of breath.

“I told you, gotta be a dead man first.”

“Just— give me a minute.”

Dean reaches for the glove compartment. “Hold up, I got something to get you in the mood again.” He finds a tape and puts it on, while Sam just rests his head against his, eyes closed. He must be so tired, he doesn’t even complain about the awkward position. 

And then Dean turns up the volume. The song is one Dean, as a kid, blasted all the time, bobbing his head and singing the lyrics all wrong, next to a smiling John and a fed up Sammy. 

Born To Be Wild by Steppenwolf is what makes Sam jolt back up. “Are you serious?”

“That’s such a mood booster, come on.”

“I just went soft.”

“And I got harder.”

“I can feel you, you jerk.”

“You have to feel the lyrics, man.”

“Don’t say that stuff when you’re deep inside of me.”

Dean laughs and sings, “Yeah, darling, gonna make it happen. Take the world in a love embrace. Fire all your guns at once— C’mon!”

“Yeah, that’s a wrap.”

Dean turns the volume down, next to a whisper, and his fingers trace back to Sam, his partially naked back all the way down to his crack where they’re joined and his other hand finds its way to the small space between them. It’s so obvious Dean loves the noises he gets out of Sam, the way his big eyes sparkle, locked on Sam’s face. 

They kiss, slower than before, and Dean opens a big smile through it when Sam begins moving his hips, just a little. 

“I missed you, you know,” Sam says, low and lazy.

“I missed you, too.”

“I missed this version of us.”

They look at each other, now both of them serious, but soft around the eyes. Again communicating without words, but landing the message this time. “I missed that, too.”

The smiles they share now are even softer than that first year they came back together after some time apart, when they stole so many glances. Dean breaks the moment, of course, with a light slap to Sam’s butt. “Now, get to work.”

“Dean, you’re going to kill me.”

“Nah, that’s not happening, especially now. Darkness be damned.”

Sam shakes his head, a fond and tired smile on display, but his hips are increasing in speed, as Dean hums against his temple.

Like a true nature's child

We were born, born to be wild

We can climb so high

I never wanna die

[nibbelraz]

Love Found In A Different World

[theroundbartable]

Arthur: Do you think, I'll ever be good enough?

Merlin: no idea

Arthur: wow. Thank you Merlin. You're such a great help. I'm so glad I confide in you!

Merlin: -_-

Arthur: ...

Merlin: look, you asked ME if you'll ever be good enough for your father or your kingdom or whatever. But the truth is I'm not the one who decides that, so how the fuck should I know? You could be evil for all I care. I never asked you to be good. I'd be here either way. So, you're welcome, dollophead.

[greenticklerdreams]

Let me tie you down, love. (Can I really?) Seeing you smile up at me... holding your wrists as I secure them, your ankles... trying not to just lose it and kiss your hands, your feet... (I have to restrain myself too, isn't that funny?) Trying not to fumble the ropes. I practiced these knots. Practiced them for you. I can't look at your face right now, or I can't concentrate. That's the last one. (You're really here. This is really happening.) Okay, love. You ready? (Am I?)

[lunerabo]

There is no aspect of Satoru’s life in which he isn’t objectified. Being the strongest comes with the heavy burden of being a commodity, not an ally. He’s a card to play when the player is losing, a mine to set when one wants everything destroyed. He’s an it. He’s never known what it’s like to be something else. It’s no wonder he lets himself be used as much as he does; not being an object is unfamiliar and alien.

Such a curiously self destructive habit humans have, that they will continue to follow the path they are most familiar with even if it is uncomfortable. Even if others are easier. Try as he might, he can never escape the title. There’s humanity in doing that, too.

It takes time for him to quit bringing that into his private time with you. It was hot at first, there’s no denying that. But it left a bitter taste in both your mouths, one that didn’t bother him, but left you thinking that perhaps it wasn’t the greatest thing in the world that he couldn’t even be allowed to have this for himself.

It’s a process. You refuse his begging to be used, to be tossed around and degraded. You restrain him. And you give and give and give. You accept nothing in return. He yelps and laughs and cries involuntarily as he writhes under you, the onslaught too much for what he’s used to. He wants to give back, he needs to. He needs to let you use him. You won’t have it. It’s not a sacrifice, not if it’s him.

He clings to you, and you coo at him. It’s a tiny space for him to rest in that you make for him with gentle hands and soothing words, saying, “it’s alright to want. It’s alright to need. It’s alright to take.” Because at least, at very least, he can have this.

[miss-what-a-d0ll]

𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆

[mariejordans]

hcing this as marie and jordan idc MARIE LIKES TO READ AND JORDAN CAN MAKE ORIGAMI BOOKMARKS NOW BOOM CANON

[thekittyokat]

most if not all of the saw art/fic i've made so far have been rly lighthearted and kind of silly or soft and i hope that doesn't reflect like i don't enjoy everything else because like

it's weird, i'm just not that confident in my ability to draw/write things that are more serious, but i enjoy that stuff a LOT too

i think i'm just best at making pretty unserious stuff, might just be a skillset thing

[deer-a-day]

036

quite literally a stuffed animal???

[twordishdragon]

The lee urge to want to get teased to oblivion while having someone lightly tickle me so I can just giggle into a pillow or something

If you saw this, no you did not look away now