#soft stuff

[rafeownsriley]

warnings : intimate moments (not sex), i think that’s all

pairing : boyfriend!rafe x girlfriend!reader

summary : rafe crossed the line

it was almost 12 pm. normally you’d be sleeping already but unfortunately, you have to study for tomorrow.

your eyes were heavy, half closed. you were laying on your bed, since you couldn’t keep sitting for another hour.

for couple of seconds your eyes closed but they shut open when you heard few knocks on your window. you stood up and walked towards it, yawning.

you opened one of the three windows and looked outside.

,,hey baby.” rafe smiled at you, running his fingers throught his hair. he finally sees you for the first time today.

,,hey.” you mumbled, as you rubbed your right eye gently. you were wearing rafe’s oversized grey shirt he gave you few days ago.

he smiled even more when he saw you’re sleeping in this specific shirt. his shirt. he then spoke up again.

,,can i come in?” you were staring at him for a while, thinking about his offer. even tho you were exhausted, you decided to say yes.

when he got inside, he actually got worried cause there were like ten opened books on your bed, some notes placed on your table.

you laid back down on your bed and after a while rafe joined you. he looked at you, with a small soft smile.

,,for how long have you been studying baby? you look.. tired.” rafe caressed your hair slowly.

you sat up again, which made rafe’s palm slid down on your back. ,,for a while, don’t worry.” you mumbled.

he couldn’t help but start to feel a bit excited.. your tiredness, the way you run your fingers throught your hair and the way your eyes blink slowly.. somehow all of this turned him on a little bit. or maybe it was because he hasn’t seen you all day? who knows.

you weren’t paying attention to that at all. you were too busy reading stuff about acids and bases, another informations you’ll never use.

after couple minutes, you could feel rafe’s lips softly pressing against the side of your neck, which made you close your eyes for couple seconds.

,,rafe.. i’ve had a bad day..” you said, meaning every word that left your mouth. rafe just smirked lightly, and kept kissing your neck.

,,maybe i could.. make it better.” he mumbled under his kisses, smirk still remaining on his face. his hand moved towards yours, gently taking the notes out of your hand before he placed them on the ground.

after couple seconds he got on top of you, now pressing his lips on yours. his hands were running over your hips, caressing them slowly with his fingers.

,,rafe, not today.. please.” you whispered to him, in between your kisses. his mouth left yours for a while, so he could speak.

,,shh baby you’re clearly exhausted just.. just relax, alright?” he said, before he started kissing your neck again.

you didn’t want to have sex, not after you’ve had like the worst day ever. you also didn’t want to piss him off, but you’re not even in the mood.

you could feel him getting lower, his kisses caressing your collarbone now. meanwhile, his palms were already touching your thighs under your shirt.

you hated that you didn’t like it, that your body wasn’t reacting like it normally would. the only thing you wanted at that moment was sleep. you needed to sleep after this very long and hard day.

you didn’t even realize that he was already shirtless, actually you both were. you were laying under him, just in your black bra and black underwear. when you looked at him with your tired eyes, you could see his smirk widening.

,,you’re so beautiful.” he whispered before leaning closer to you again, leaving kisses all over your chest. when you saw him taking off his shorts, his lips still on your chest, you just lost it.

it wasn’t like you were scared of him or something, you know he wouldn’t hurt you, ever, even when it comes to this. but you just really didn’t want to do it. not today.

rafe was about to kiss your lips again but he stopped when he saw tears on your face. his smirk quickly faded away.

,,please, stop.. please.” you cried out softly, your teary eyes staring on his face. he placed his palm on your cheek, his thumb wiping away your tears.

,,hey shh..shh, i’ll.. stop now.” he whispered to you. he felt so bad right now. he moved next to you and put his shirt back on.

,,baby i.. i’m so sorry.” he whispered, ran his fingers throught his hair. he wanted nothing more than just comfort you and make things right.

,,it’s fine. i’m sorry i just..” you rubbed your eyes, your wet cheeks making his heart ache. he made you cry. oh he felt like shit.

,,don’t apologize baby, i fucked up okay?” he laid next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders again. he pulled you closer to him, his other hand went around you.

,,i’m so sorry baby.” he kissed the top of your head, slowly caressing your back. you kept sobbing for couple minutes. he looked down at you when he didn’t hear your sobs anymore, and the view of you made him smile. you’re so cute when you’re asleep.

he kept hugging you, his head lightly pressing against the top of yours. after a while he also closed his eyes and fell asleep.

i hope you’ll like this since it’s quite a short story :) also i’m working on my masterlist rn 🫶🏻

[angeart]

they luvb

[raz-writes-the-thing]

A Fair Few Questions

Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader

In which the Reader finds out Aziraphale and Crowley are Supernatural entities and has a fair few questions for them.

Requests are: OPEN

“So… let me get this straight,” you say, “those are not coloured contacts… Zira, you’re an Angel, and Crowley is a Demon.” You blink as though it will clear the shock and confusion from your system. “And not as in cutesy pet names ‘Angels’ and ‘Demons.’ Real, biblical, Heaven and Hell ‘Angels and Demons.’” Oh, you might just faint if you weren’t careful.

Crowley sticks his bottom lip out thoughtfully for a moment, swishing his wine around in his glass. “‘Bout sums it up, yeah.” 

You let out an exasperated sound that’s not quite a word but not quite a formless sound either. Your hand comes up to rub at your forehead. A habit you’ve grown into. You were going to get wrinkles if you weren’t careful.

“I don’t- what do you mean,” you reply, frustration eating at your brain. “I have so many questions.” 

Aziraphale smiles comfortingly, patting his lap. They’re both sitting on a two seater lounge next to each other- Crowley splayed out in his usual fashion. You let out a little noise of protestion before immediately caving and going to lay across the two of them, head in Aziraphale’s lap. 

The headache immediately eases, and you wonder just how much Aziraphale had to do with it. Anything was possible, right? And now you were thinking about it, all of your aches and pains mysteriously disappeared when he was near. Odd, but suddenly making a whole lot more sense.

“Oh, my dear,” he coos, one hand coming up to play with your hair softly. “I know it’s hard to understand. Humans aren’t quite as aware of us as they used to be.” He looked to Crowley, who was downing some more of his wine ever-so-helpfully. “Crowley, love, do you remember back at the beginning- the Human’s recognised us as Angels and Demons by sight? It’s certainly not like that anymore.” 

“Mm, right,” Crowley replied, laying a hand over your legs and shifting them more comfortably for you onto his lap and not seeming a might bit bothered by the idea that humans did not recognise him by sight anymore. “You have questions, then?” 

You flustered for a moment, looking between the two of them. 

“Are you allowed to answer things?” You ask cautiously. You didn’t want to get them in trouble. Could they get in trouble?

“Uh, sure,” Crowley shrugged, setting his empty glass down on the side table. He propped his elbow on the back of the lounge so he could face towards you. 

“Is… God real?” You asked with another moments hesitation. 

“Oh, yes,” Aziraphale replied, a reverent look on his face. “Most definitely, I’ve spoken with her once or twice.” 

You swallowed thickly and thought you might just move on from that line of questioning. The implications of what that meant were astronomical and way too much to focus on right now. 

“Do pets go to Heavan? Oh, please say yes.” 

Crowley chuckled and gave the outside of your thigh a comforting pat. 

“Yes, love, pets go to Heavan. I believe they have a rather nice park, too,” Aziraphale smiled, brushing his thumb between your eyebrows to ease the tension there.

“And- how old are you, really, then?” 

“Oh, we’re about six thousand years old,” Crowley says tiredly. You can empathise. Six thousand years is a long time. You’d be tired, too. You rub a hand down across your face, snuggling into Aziraphale’s tummy a little. “We’ve been here since the beginning.” 

“Since the beginning? Wait- does that mean- what about the Dinosaurs?” 

Crowley looks at you with a sly grin.

“That might’ve been us, I’m afraid, love.” You eye him in a way that says what-exactly-does-that-mean? To which he laughs, and replies, “it’s a joke Humanity hasn’t got yet.” 

You groan and cover your eyes, horrified by the information that has now been shoved at you. You don’t know what to do about any of this information. 

“Oh, dear, Crowley,” Aziraphale chuckles, looking down at you with such love. “I think we might have broke our favourite human.” 

Crowley squeezes your thigh and chuckles. “Mm, unfortunate. Might have to get a new one, eh, Angel? What do you think?”

“I rather think you might be right,” the literal Angel replies softly. You glare up at the two of them between your fingers, “but I do quite like this one.”

Crowley reaches over to pull one hand away from your face, bringing it to his lips to kiss softly. You cheeks heat at the intimate look in his eyes. His, you now realise- entirely real eyes and not at all contact covered. You lose yourself in them for a moment as he rubs your knuckles, lips pressing into the skin.

“Will you tell me something?” You ask, brushing a finger over Crowley’s cheek. “Something interesting you’ve done. I’m sure six thousand years worth of stories is a lot.” 

“Mm,” Crowley replied thoughtfully. “I suppose we do. As long as it’s not the fourteenth century. I hated the fourteenth century,” he makes a face. You filed that away to ask about another time.

“Oh, I know,” Aziraphale said, cheeks about to burst with the strength of his smile. “Shall we talk about the court of Henry the eighth?”

Crowley lets out a barely contained bark of a laugh. “Oh, yes. Now that was an interesting assignment. Bit close to the fourteenth, though,” he added with a hint of a warning.

“You’ll live,” Aziraphale brushed him off as he began to tell you all the interesting tid-bits that only someone who was there at the time could tell you about. 

The three of you talked for several hours about different eras of history. You asking questions, Aziraphale being quite factual, and Crowley adding all the juicy facts and drama into the mix to keep things interesting. 

As it turned out, they had a lot of information about a lot of things, and you were looking forward to asking them questions about everything under the sun, before the sun, and everything in between. 

Heavens, you really did love them. 

And they loved you too.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

pov it's been like four years since u last saw ur bestie-crush and u finally see them again and ur just so so so happy to see them but also u rlly been thru it and what u missed the most was how they held u

[paxthepuppycat]

Hiya :) If it’s alright, could I get an orange stimboard for an orange tabby cat, with some soft stuff? Thanks, if you can :D

ofc fellow feline!

[l3viat8an]

(related to my two other scenting asks)

the brothers scenting the mc as their younger sibling 🥺, cause of this the mc always smells like a mix of all of their familial scents

the brothers are protective over the mc the same way most older siblings are of their younger siblings n it often manifests in them scenting them frequently

ok but: the mc being unable to scent them back since theyre a human n humans dont really have a way to scent others, cause of this they resort to using a cologne/perfume to scent the brothers back (they made sure it was woodsy smelling since thats what familial scents smell like, woodsy), wanting them know that they see the brothers as siblings as well 🥺

~ t4t anon

I’ll just be standing in the corner crying this is too soft omgsjsg I love this fucked up family sm sobbing-

Also MC wearing the brothers jackets or shirts as a way to trade scents and make sure the brothers have some of their natural scent too!!-

[caroldantops]

“Uppies please 🥺”

“Baby if you don’t walk your legs are going to stop working”

“Pretty please?”

“…Okay, but next time you have to walk. Okay?”

“Mhmm” reader hums, definitely not lying or anything

why would i need my legs to work when have big strong space daddys to carry me

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

She's ghosting her thumb over his cheek and he is positively shivering. He doesn't remember how they ended up here. Together on her sofa pressed against each other and just holding on. At some point he probebly fell asleep but now he is wide awake. And she knows it. And he knows that she knows but neither of the two aknowledge it. He keeps his eyes shut and pretends for both of them that he is still sleeping.

Her curious soft fingers explore his face. They glide along his cheeks to his temple and travel towards his hairline. Cautiously she cards her fingers through his hair and a very quiet sigh leaves his lips.

AN: Found this in my rambles and this gave me such Simon vibes. Like you haven't been together for long and it's the first time he's fallen asleep in your presence. And you know how cautious he is and how easily touch startles him. And he pretends to be asleep so he can be vulnerable and you can touch him and it's a first step into him letting his guard down with you.

[rafeownsriley]

warnings : none i’d say, just rafe and reader are kissing at the start, but this is a soft story :)

pairing : fratboy!rafe x soft!reader

summary : rafe’s younger sister, wheezie, accidently caught rafe and reader kissing

p.s : this is my first tumblr story ever so i hope you will like it :)

you were sitting on rafe’s lap, his palms roaming over your back as your mouths were touching softly, moving in a slow rhythm.

your palms were slowly caressing his cheeks, as you two were kissing for like a solid 5 minutes.

after a while you both heard the door of rafe’s room opening, which made you look in that direction. your palms slid down on rafe’s shoulders.

,,hey rafe have you-“ wheezie’s words trailed off after she saw you and rafe. a smile appeared on her face and she chuckled a little.

,,what were you two planning to do?” wheezie’s smile remained on her face.

,,shut up, wheezie.” rafe quickly responded, right after his sister stopped talking. meanwhile you were still on his lap, your palms now on his chest.

,,what do you want?” rafe sounded mad, well obviously since wheezie ruined his and yours intimate moment. he ran his fingers throught his hair.

,,i wanted to ask if you’ve seen my charger, i haven’t seen it since yesterday.” wheezie said as she kept chuckling, clearly aware of rafe’s nervousness, mixed up with annoyance.

,,no i haven’t seen it, now get out.” he was staring at wheezie.

you were staring at rafe most of the time, watching his reaction to this situation. you were actually curious how he’d react to a situation like that and when you saw him, actually blushing lightly, running his fingers throught his hair nervously.. you couldn’t help but smile softly.

,,jeez calm down, i just wanted to ask.” wheezie chuckled before she left his room. rafe then sighed and ran his fingers throught his hair once again.

you were staring at him, before you spoke up. ,,you good?” you kept smiling, slowly and softly caressing his chest.

rafe just nodded, as he kept staring away from you. you placed your palm on his cheek, gently moving his head back so you could see his face.

,,are you blushing?” you asked him with a soft light chuckle. he made you let go of him, so he could stand up.

,,no i’m not.” he responded as he stood next to his bed, with his back towards you, rubbing the back of his neck.

you couldn’t help but keep chuckling softly. “oh i think you are, sweetheart. but look, there’s nothing to worry about, we weren’t even doing anything.”

rafe kept rubbing the back of his neck, pacing around his room. ,,yeah, but like she’s seen us anyways.”

you smiled at him, before speaking up softly. “you’ve never been caught before?” you moved on the edge of his bed, staring at him, walking around the room.

rafe just shaked his head. you thought his reaction is so cute, but you were also surprised by it.

,,oh come on, you don’t have to feel.. nervous or something. we were just kissing, it’s not a big deal.” you walked towards him, placing your palms on his shoulders again, which made him stop walking around the room and actually pay more attention to you.

you smiled even more when you had the perfect view of his red cheeks. you placed your palms on them, slowly caressing them.

[adealiz]

Wanted to draw something soft because I've been experiencing too much pain lately. Also I've been studying some artists so the style of the faces might be different from my usual. I want to keep drawing as often as I can, it's so much easier lately because I don't need anatomy refs anymore (most times). Thank you, my beloved figure drawing class.

Sherlock likes to embarrass John in public, for example by following him around with a fricking badass rainbow umbrella.

[bitlngs]

coyote stimboard under the cut

Requests - open

Tags - @kolektsiakomah

[fangirlwithasweettooth]

- rachel lynn solomon, “See You Yesterday”

[baby-stims]

🐶/🐾/🐶 🐾/🐶/🐾 🐶/🐾/🐶

Bluey stimboard for 🐾 🍡 anon!

[roseytoesy]

Disvord snippets 23

therapy and stomach communication vore stuff. soft things for my friends who needed them at the time.

Love an active stomach in vore, Just it has its own mind and everything. Maybe the pred is bashful about eating the prey but the stomach isn't. It’s demanding to be filled and throwing a hissy fit until it is. Then it’s cooing and clenching happily around the prey. Saying hello and I missed you in its own special way.

Maybe the belly refusing to give up the prey when the pred is trying to let them out. The stomach WHINING at loosing its favorite treat. Or maybe the belly being quiet and soothing when a prey is scared and the pred is occupied with other things like protecting themselves and their prey friend from something. The stomach gently churning around the prey and massaging their back. Telling the prey things are going to be ok.

It blushes for the pred. Even if the pred is acting all tough and cold the stomach being a bright red as the prey moves around and the stomach making cute sounds at the prey. Dead giveaway the pred is happy the prey is there.

***

That’s another amazing thing about vore. The trust that the pred will keep you safe. That despite going into usually a dangerous destructive organ, that your pred will keep you alive and breathing. You may get a bit wet. But you’re safe and you trust they will keep it that way

***

Therapeutic vore. Where the pred or prey get helped mentally by vore. Maybe the prey is having a bad day and needs a safe space. Or a place to vent and the pred is happy to provide that for the poor prey. Or maybe. Pred is questioning themselves. Spiraling into negative thoughts and feelings and the prey gently coaxes the pred to focus on them. To swallow them and focus on them inside. To help ground them and tell them things are going to be ok. Because they are. The prey will be there for the pred and the pred can feel how honest and trusting the prey is at that moment. Despite thinning, they are a monster, someone not deserving of love, they are loved. They’d be trusted by someone they couldn’t even bear the thought of hurting. The pred is soothed and they both talk things out and rest together. Knowing that they trust each other tans that the world, despite so much bad in it, is ok. Because that’s where they met their friend and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

[caroldantops]

Ya you know Val is supposed to be in a meeting but it’s her baby’s lunch time and she has to feed her every bite herself

exactly her baby can’t do it herself so when the stupid ppl she’s meeting with give her a look she’s like what do u want them to starve 🤨🤨

[rainintheevening]

Okay, Aster it's done.

Fic for @ablatheringblatherskite, inspired by a discussion about padawan braids. This fic did not go in the direction I originally intended. But I'm still mostly pleased with it.

Features a boatload of ObiAni softness, with Anakin and Rex friendship mixed in there too. Tagging @sailforvalinor as my one big Captain Rex girlie.