#pure mush

[bisexual-froggie]

I know I just made a post about Sunday being a little "yandere" but ugh I'm thinking about soft moments with him...

When you're in public, he always has a hand on the small of your back, or you hold on to his arm. He always insists on this so you don't get lost, especially in large crowds.

The cute nicknames you have for each other. His for you being beloved, dearest, and darling. You call him "your angel".

Preening his wings. He's hesitant at first because they are very sensitive. But once he allows it he relaxes into your touch, softly humming. Once you're done, you give him a quick kiss to the top of his head.

Doing your nightly routines together before bed. When there are days either of you are exhausted, the other will help them. There have been several nights where Sunday will help your exhausted body out of your clothes and into comfortable pajamas. As well there have been several nights where you gently wash Sunday's hair and massage his tense muscles in the bath.

Sleepless nights where he reads to you while you lay your head on his chest. Where you talk all night about whatever comes into your minds.

The way he almost always asks for permission before kissing you. And they way that he holds you in his arms like you're the whole world as he does so.

[rogueorbit]

Picking herself up is made a little easier when Alicent is so sturdy by her side, unwavering in her devotion in a way that makes Rhaenyra ache.

Before her return on dragonback, Rhaenyra had to accept that not only would she soon lose her father, but the only person in King’s Landing who still wanted her on the Iron Throne, even if his functional advocacy of her remained lacking. If only she could go back and tell herself that several weeks of Alicent’s support would far surpass a lifetime’s worth of anyone else's.

[sugar-omi]

my favorite animal is omi falling in love with new fictional characters 🤭

-🗑️

LMAOOO 🙈🙈🙈 HIII OOMF

IS SEEING ME FLOUNDER OVER NEW CHARACTERS THAT FUNNY. OR is it cause you know im prbly gonna write something abt them isnt it?!?! (adrian is driving me up the wall, i might have to write something IMMEDDDDIATELYYYY!!!)

[dnangelic]

i'm a horror writer at heart but i like shoujo and big feelings which is why i'm here in gothic vkei central with daisuke

[elitadream]

Hey! Love your art! :) I saw a post about the first time Mario saw Peach and how aww struck he was.

What about Peach's thoughts and feelings when she first laid eyes on Mario, though? 👀

Oh, so was she!! 🥰 One of my absolute favorite headcanons about these two is that Peach is just as swayed and smitten with Mario as he is for her, and their mutual affection cannot be concealed. 😌💕

Although, Peach has the advantage of having been raised with high class etiquette and impeccable notions of propriety, which means that she is only slightly better at tempering her own feelings and flustered reactions than Mario is. 😏

The very first time she spotted the man a short distance away, he was seen running a gloved hand through his unruly brown hair and nervously adjusting the straps of his denim overalls while an all too enthusiastic Toad eagerly nudged him forward. She already found his appearance quite striking at first glance, and his shy stance undeniably endearing; but the moment said man dared look up into her eyes was what officially did it. Before he even spoke, before she heard his gentle voice and witnessed his charming manners, his open and earnest gaze told her everything she needed to know. As he stood there before her, humbly shuffling his feet and gingerly clutching his cap in his fist, she saw his heart and it left her breathless.

His very presence enchants her to no end and his eyes bring her endless warmth. Whenever someone would directly ask her about Mario, she would smile very brightly and hold back a dreamy sigh, unconsciously clasping her hands together. 🤭💗

[qqqqqqqqqqq0]

i did a thing

[nahimarchive]

closed starter for @nottheangel-raphael

whilst he’d had no doubt in raphael’s ability to make good on their deal, nahim remained faintly surprised by just how smoothly the process had gone. initially, the wait for the call of confirmation had been agonising. nahim had paced throughout the entire palazzo while he’d waited with his phone practically surgically attached to him, dismissing everyone and everything that tried to interrupt him. when the call finally came through, nahim had remained the picture of perfect diplomacy across the line, expressing his gratitude for raphael’s efforts before terminating the call. it had been a gamble to stake his claim over the position so soon after marcellino’s passing, especially with lingering doubt still harboured by some surrounding the official ruling concerning the cause of his sire’s death, but wasting time fretting over the opinions of others was out of the question – what mattered most was that he’d succeeded.

with the rest of the coven briefed on the decision later that night, nahim had set off for krovs the following morning. there was no need to waste time now that the vote had been cast in favour of his ascension. the sooner he arrived, the sooner he could rectify the damaged reputation his sire had nurtured through continuously staggering displays of ineptitude. once he’d checked over his suite and found almost everything to his liking, nahim shifted his focus to the most pressing matter of all and headed to raphael’s suite. calling ahead would have been the wiser decision but something told nahim an unannounced arrival wouldn’t go down too badly, all things considered. approaching raphael in his own territory was undoubtedly the best way to conduct this little reunion of sorts. coming to a halt, he knocked twice before letting himself in to lean against the doors. “you'll have to excuse the spontaneous visit–" amusement laced the edge of his tone as he spoke. "–i'm here to apologise, actually."

[robertsbarbie]

been reading up on what’s going on with women’s boxing in the olympics because i saw some news articles about it but was very skeptical and thought it was probably another caster semenya situation and it is but so much worse?? because not only is every shitty anti-trans person in the world going absolutely crazy at these two women who were previously disqualified from a shady organization for failing tests that had nothing to do with testosterone but were seen to have these women having unfair skill against other opponents (what??) these two women have never identified as trans in any capacity and again this is the olympics—where athletes represent and are celebrating their country on THE world stage—in one of the countries it is illegal to transition and i just i don’t think you would expose yourself on the world stage like that if that was something you were trying to keep hush and it just all is so unearthly stupid and i found out what really happened with these athletes in a five minute google search which like also insane the boxer that bowed out has continuously stated their nose was giving them issues and they couldn’t continue, and another thing even if imane khleif is trans it doesn’t matter! she didn’t break any of the rules of boxing, she was cleared by the rules and regulations of the olympic medical standards, and boxing like wrestling is divided by weight class!!! THERE JS LITERALLY NO POSSIBLE ADVANTAGE IN ANY FUCKING SCENARIO

[transgenderbobdylan]

just ate the worst little caesars pizza ive ever had in my life i think i might die

[fatmaclover]

me whegn. me when i have to watch the end of the gang gets romantic

[a-dime-a-day]

MUSH

MY BEST FRIEND. MY BROTHER. MY BELOVED.

[byanyan]

NAME: yeong-hwan byun / 변영환

NICKNAME(S): byan

TITLE(S): n/a

AGE: 17 (varies slightly by verse)

SPECIES: human

PRESENTATION: non-binary (they/them)

NATIONALITY: american

BODY TYPE: ecto-mesomorph - thin but fit, fairly muscular

EYES: dark brown

HAIR: black, just shy of shoulder length

SKIN: warm beige

POSTURE: decent, but has a tendency to slouch when seated

HEIGHT: 5'10

VOICE: mid (leaning high) pitch, brash

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: crop tops, cropped hoodies, streetwear style cargo pants or a cute pleated skirt, leather jackets, chunky & colourful platform boots or combat boots, numerous cute & colourful hair clips, and a lot of jewelry

INTERESTS: fashion, knives, tattoos, all things cute and/or glittery, piercings, makeup, fighting, parkour, theft, general mischief and troublemaking

PROFESSION: high school student (tattoo artist in their 20s)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): sol lee

COMPANIONS: lena, ardaka, kit, luffy, garrett, haneul, kitty, ruairi, perona, nagisa, peter, croc, jae-hyo, cassidy (regretfully)

ANTAGONISTS: everyone else, especially authority figures; cassidy

STRENGTHS: agile, strong, dexterous, quick thinker, observant, creative, passionate

WEAKNESSES: impatient, reckless, poor self-preservation, stubborn, insecure, poor emotional control, chaotic stupid

FRUITS: berries, especially strawberries

DRINKS: iced coffee, boba (strawberry & milk tea are faves), soda

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: anything they can get their hands on; favourites being vodka, soju (preferably flavoured), and any sort of fruity cocktail

SMOKES: cigarettes & weed

DRUGS: anything. everything. they'll abuse whatever they can get their hands on

DRIVERS LICENSE: n/a

[atthebell-moved]

empires joel is bisexual

[ramonathinks]

tags: older reader x younger satoru gojo, squirting, slight overstimulation, oral (f), smut | gojo satoru

note: i actually don’t like this fr but lol

you’ve never had a real orgasm. not at all in your almost 33 years. no man has ever even almost got you there. but you didn’t know that, you thought you had one before. feeling a bit good and then the feeling disappeared. you were… satisfied maybe? but it was always like this with guys your age.

so you knew why it was different with satoru. but man, it was different. really different.

he was 6’7, had a pretty long and girthy cock between his legs and always had a goofy smile on his face. he was 25 and for some reason… he was interested in you, instead of the younger and presumably prettier girls in the office.

from the moment he transferred to your department, he was in your face and trying to get your attention. it was always something with him — picking up some coffee for you, walking you to your car, and flirting.

it was always something small… a whisper in the ear to praise you for the good job on your presentation or a hand on your lower back.

it was supposed to only be dinner. yet here you are, with him in your bed and his mouth on your cunt.

“you’re delicious.” he mutters, lapping at your folds, stretching your lips open so he can get every bit of wetness spilling out of you. he was avoiding your flit, getting closer and closer before he moved away to focus elsewhere. kissing the trail of wetness on your thighs or dipping his tongue back inside of you. your stomach clenched and you could feel more wetness spilling out and that’s when his lips met your clit — a tiny kiss before he rubbed his face into you and sucked hard enough to make your toes curl.

he can barely wait anymore, he climbs off the bed before removing the last layer of his clothing and rubbing his aching leaking cock against your folds. pushing in, you both moan.

“you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, moving his hips back and forth, inching himself in. he’s holding back, seeing your face twist between pain and pleasure.

“please i—” your brain is fuzzy and feels like mush, you can barely think. he’s so big and just from what’s inside, he’s close to digging you out.

“shhh… you don’t have to beg senpai. i’ll give it to you right now,” his face is still wet with your juices as he speaks and he releases a short moan feeling you around him. “feels so good already—” he says.

pulling himself al the way out just to slam back inside of you, before he slows down so you can feel every inch of him. speeding his pace so his tip can just almost touch a spot that you never had touched before… a spot you didn’t know existed, but knowing that he was close to something and feeling it .. did something to you

“sator—ahh!” your thighs are shaking and you feels big pressure in your insides that make you try to move him off of you. “i feel like ‘m going to…” he’s slamming into you with one hand on your clit as if he knows what you’re going to say.

a squirt of wetness flows as he keeps moving inside of you and you can see that wetness on his lower half but he doesn’t seem to mind it; his face is in pure bliss as he stares back into your eyes. he pushes on your stomach more, more wetness leaking onto your sheets. your eyes are rolled back but he grips your thighs and forces you to sit on top of him.

“can’t-”

“but you will, right… for me, senpai?” and it was something about him calling you senpai again that made you squirt more uncontrollably, splashing more than just a stream. he grabs your ass and grips it hard, pulling you up and down his cock. your insides tightened around him and you unconsciously rolled your hips a few times.

you could feel a wave of everything washing over you, his cock hitting a different part deep inside you, which made your back snap and you wrap your legs around him even more, cumming in his lap with a big moan; a mixture of both cream and squirt soaking his lap.

“i’ll make sure you never forget who made you cum this hard.” he kisses you, grabbing your jaw so that you can open your mouth before he spits in your mouth and you groan, sinking your nails into his back.

you wake up late, almost in the middle of the afternoon, wrapped in your sheets and satoru gone. you aren’t so surprised but you put your robe on and walk down the stairs.

you hear talking or a bit of arguing.

“listen kid, im not leaving my daughters with you. now tell me—” you freeze at the voice of your ex and you see a fuming satoru.

“no you listen—”

holding the robe even more tightly together, you walk towards the two men to make your presence known. “c’mon girls, there’s food on the table.” your daughters race to the kitchen.

“wait babe, i made that for us—” you shoot him a stare and satoru shuts his mouth.

“thanks for dropping them off, have a good day.” you shut the door and sigh. “why didn’t you wake me?”

“i tried but you were so worn out. i guess i overdone it…”

“you guess? i never came in my life and you…” you whispered, feeling dizzy thinking about last night.

“let’s get you something to eat.”

[aro-aizawa]

the intense battle between me wanting to go to sleep and me waiting up for a package to arrive at a specific time. i am so tired but i want my pakige

[babyspacebatclone]

Yeah, no, that was the all consuming anxiety that prevented me from being able to consume any media in larger than 10 minute chunks, which kept me off paid streaming, which also gave zero incentive to watch GoT otherwise.

One cannot be affected by the peer pressure of the Sunlight Zone while they’re surrounded by the Midnight Zone.

You’re just trying to keep from being dragged down to the Abyss.

source: https://science.howstuffworks.com/environmental/earth/oceanography/how-deep-is-ocean.htm