#ok gbye

[4evrglow]

you know for someone who has had tumblr since like the 2010s you would think i would know how to use it- but i don’t! i just like stuff (only very recently started reblogging fics) and log off for the time being..

but maybe i will kinda take tumblr seriously ish? idk? i don’t want to be perceived but i also kinda want more online friends

[inkats]

ok today's prompt is future! uhm. no spoilies. so. elfie wanted to do braids.

[fleursbending]

makin some good ass ramen and karaage chicken (breaded and ALL) with nice sauce and everything who wants sum!

[byeler]

thinking about the time the girl i had a huge crush on said to me “you know you’re one of the girls i would make out with when i’m drunk” and i looked at her and said “i’m not drunk”

[kirbyddd]

ok my absolute favorite random thing is that the in the old "That's all the time I've got, I have to get back to playing Animal Crossing:™ New Leaf™ on my Nintendo™ 3DS™" presentation where Reggie was like "This is my decked out house and here's how I farm money for it" wasn't a schtick, it literally was his personal copy of new leaf and still talks about the house he made in it to this day

[paopeopipi12]

iris sagan could never be rena ryuugu, however rena ryuugu could easily be iris sagan

[seungs]

STRAY KIDS in ‘SUPERBOWL’ mv

[princessofdorkness]

Bird you are gods gift to us. We are not worthy. 🙃😭😫

Reminder: Eddie loves you. ❤️

[ihavesomejays]

quick shapey sunday thing i painted to procrastinate on my drawing assignment

detail shot under keep reading

[crowiin]

Very ill so I’m doodling link while in bed

[hongslice]

closer look at my dungeon meshi sticker sheet!

[dailypearldoodles]

Day 297

Today's Pearl is by @applestruda who has a absolutely wonderful Boatem Knight AU and I had to draw her Pearl from it of course! She. very cool :DDD

[stinkrascal]

i am afraid i had a really cute dream about the skullfu—i mean skull-liker emmrich. it’s getting bad you guys. if we dont kiss today i dunno……might not make it……

[catboy-a-day]

catboy 106 if hua cheng was a catboy not a fox....

[wndrvgl]

so like i have a vision-

[caressthosecheekbones]

"Just a sniff." he tells himself, eyes on the prize.

Just once. To truly know.

To thoroughly absorb the actual carnality of Alex's smell.

Henry's eyes wander to the hallway, their shared bathroom, where his friend has just disappeared.

To take a very wet, very not hot but rather cold, wet shower.

Still hot.

Henry sighs.

So hot.

His fingers twitch in the direction of the back of the couch.

Where the tanktop lies.

The sopping tanktop Alex kinda threw at him in a fit of laughter before sauntering off in his tiny running shorts to take a much needed shower.

That was honestly so hot.

Theme of the day because outside as well.

Which is why Alex's tank is positively soaked in sweat from his early morning run.

It lies there, crumpled.

Drenched, threatening to slide into the crevice between cushions and wall.

Deer-caught-in-headlights-wide eyes still fixed on the bathroom door, Henry snatches the sodden garment with slightly shaky fingers and lifts it to his face slowly.

just a tiny sniff...

It should be absolutely disgusting, he knows on an intellectual level. It is absolutely disgusting for the majority of people almost certainly.

The very idea.

And yet...

Henry grew up in a household so distant and repressed concerning any kind of physicality -

his father's death caused his mum to retreat into herself and consumed by grief she simply stopped touching anything.

Anyone.

If at all possible.

(She had been touched too deeply by love, his dad surely having been her soulmate. This or something similar Henry wrote in his diary when he was twelve. He used to be quite a bit proud of that analysis. For about three weeks.)

Not touching anyone (anymore) sadly also meant no more hugs for little Henry, no kisses to his forehead nor his cheeks.

No more tender fingers in his hair, no warm palm at his neck.

He was eight.

His older siblings accordingly too old to really conspire with and simultaneously too young and consumed by their own grief and teenage angst to act as some kind of guardian.

In his desperation Henry started stealing - borrowing - his mums scarves first, later her nightgowns.

In the beginning just for a few hours.

He felt the only way he could be touched by a person he loved, get close to them, was through memorising and basking in their scent.

One of his greatest regrets to this day was not having been able to have gotten a hold of any item of clothing his father had worn before his passing.

The older he got, the more intense and shameful his fixation on people's scent grew.

Especially people, boys,

men,

he was attracted to.

(Playing sports became important on many different levels.

Physical exertion to release the tension.

Shared locker rooms and showers to.

Release the tension. Afterwards. Alone of course.)

He never told his therapist.

To this day, his own judgement of this unusual obsession is weighing heavily enough on his shoulders already.

Henry felt he needn't bother anyone else with the weird coping mechanism his brain came up with to create a sense of closeness to people he loved and/or was attracted to.

He also never thought he would get a chance like this one right here, literally in his hands, ever.

Alex's worn shirts, t-shirts, jumpers and sweaters usually find their way to the floor immediately after having come off.

Trampled all over with street-wise sneakers and dog paws that may or may not have dug up a dead mole or two in the last week.

(While some dog-owners swear their puppy's paws smell like popcorn, Henry knows this to be untrue about David's paws specifically. Trust him on this, he actually checked.)

But this chance?

This gift?

It is here, in his very hand and more precisely already in front of his chin now.

As he can still hear the water hitting the tiles, a body moving beneath.

Don't think of his body.

Don't think of his body.

Don't think of his body.

Henry's gaze ultimately drawn to the darkened fabric in his hand.

He breathes in, once.

Twice.

His lips part and he can already smell it.

The first, sharp burst of salt.

A thick layer on the roof of his mouth.

Spices, chili and garlic, cumin lending an almost chaotic structure.

Fresh air and deodorant.

Light and inevitable underneath it all.

And cinnamon. Coffee.

Of course, coffee!

He closes his eyes, basking in the rich, heavy odour of Alex's sweat.

Brings the other hand to the garment and in an embarassing fit of desperate neediness rubs his whole bloody face in it like a cat on a slab of concrete he saw once on tiktok.

He's about to pass out from sheer pleasure.

His breathing so deep now, not enough oxygen, never enough Alex and his rabbiting heart still not satisfied.

Probably never.

This is probably the freshest from the source he will ever smell Alex. He's pretty sure.

Henry moans into the gift, the sound slightly muffled but high and desperate, unmistakably horny in its cadence.

So completely lost in the delicious melánge of different olfactoric elements Alex's body usually produces in smaller quantities and sadly half a metre away from him-

There's a gasp:

"What the -

just as he's getting to the middle notes...

- the fuck, Hen?"

Indeed; Henry thinks.

What the bloody buggering fuck.

How could he have lost track of his whereabouts?

The shower sounds?

Of time itself?

How. Why.

WHY??

His face still buried in the tanktop, he balls his fists into the material, wishing he could somehow shrink between the fibers and become one of the disgusting little bacteria Alex must think him to be now for sure.

JesusFuckingChristHolyMotherOfGoddFuckkk.

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um. yeah. congrats you made it to the end.

All and every mistakes are mine alone as I do not have a beta reader and English is not my first language.

I don't know if this made much sense to anyone but me but I sincerely hope reading it didn't feel like a total waste of time.

I also don't know anything about when or even if the muse will instigate a heavy makeout session again like the one through which this was conceived over the course of the last days weeks.

I'm tagging @dreamsinthewitchouse because our conversation in your comment section inspired this <3 and also @mossy-fae bc we had the trauma to kink talk and it opened my eyes in a special eye-opening way. (what are words) Also @idealuk bc they liked my lil announcement ages ago this was sorta coming (I hope you don't mind.).

Last but not least @smute bestie, who was the very first person to read this (I will be proud until the end of time this was kinda your very first fanfic ever! <3)

Ok. Well. Thank you for reading and have a good one. <3