#the softest content

[theside-b]

FIRST NOTE OF LOVE + NeilSea' signature move

[cosmicdreamgrl]

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 & 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 🩷💚 𝘤𝘳 : 0613𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢

[guppygiggles]

Avery helping my friend Zeke get ready for a performance~ 💙

🔞 No minor interaction, please. 🔞

[c-someones-sexy-babymomma]

Goodnight 😴 🌙

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

your hands have always held their own

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

[russellius]

🅱️aby 🅱️oy

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

kinda random but i cant get it out of my head that satoru smells like baby powder.. baby cologne.. baby in general.. he smells so good like Soft ?? hes so warm too and cuddly and his hair is so fluffy and probably smells sweet. he's so 😢 i wanna hug him and squish him until hes whining and complaining HE'S TOO CUTE (cuteness aggression intensifying)

I TOTALLY GET IT ANON…... i’m constantly thinking abt this man’s scent 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i feel like he smells so fresh and sweet…. laundry detergent and sunlight……. fresh strawberries………. one whiff and your soul transcends into a state of peace <33 baby powder is so oddly fitting he rlly is our baby :(((((

ALSO YOU’RE SO REAL FOR THE CUTENESS AGGRESSION i too need to pull his cheeks and gnaw at his biceps and ruffle his fluffy hair 😔😔 he would 100% let you btw… whines and complains about how he’s a grown man that doesn’t need to be babied or that you’re ruining his hair but does he push you away??? no never he would rather die!!!

[arminsumi]

i desperately need dad!gojo/dad!geto content if u have any hcs or fic recommendations i am all ears

[art-killed-the-superstar]

Hello! I just wanted to say I love your art! Of course I'm very biased towards the LeoSagi stuff, haha ;-) but your art style is really soft and wonderful! Thanks so much for sharing your work with all of us

LIVE LEO REACTION TO THIS LOVELY ASK !!!!

thank u so much for the kind words this really made my day!! ;___; ur so welcome, these two continue to live in my head rent free so expect plenty more from me!!

[alltheprettyplaces]

hello would you like to look at many pictures of my dog bc i miss her

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I like the little design of the QSMP hoodie, but it's not a zip-up so I was thinking about whether it would be worth it to turn it into a zip-up hoodie myself (it's not that hard)–

And then I remembered frickin Richarlyson is smack dab in the middle of the hoodie and I can't customize it without cutting my favorite little guy in half.

[thvnkpinkarchiv]

share at least five songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

sasha calle

break up with your girlfriend - ariana grande

Break up with your girlfriend Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored You can hit in the mornin' (mornin') Yeah, yeah, like it's yours I know it ain't right But I don't care (care)

doin' time - lana del rey

Evil We've come to tell you that she's evil Most definitely Evil, ornery, scandalous, and evil Most definitely

highschool sweethearts - melanie martinez

Step one; You must accept that I'm a little out my mind Step two; This is a waste if you can't walk me down the finish line Step three; Give me passion, don't make fun of my fashion Step four; Give me more, give me more, more

gasoline - halsey

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?

therefore i am - billie eilish

I really couldn't care less And you can give 'em my best, but just know I'm not your friend or anything, damn You think that you're the man I think, therefore, I am

tagged by: my dearest @needlcpit <3

tagging: @everyoneismytoy @unbearablyindifferent @honorhearted @percentstardust and YOU!!!

[an-unraveling-unknown]

*very slowly shoves half-baked clusterconundrum lore-bursting bonkers up the wall passion project (big passion, like imagine that I throw out my arms to the point where they're very slightly teensily dislocated THIS big) of an undertale au underneath my bed*

[bykimchi]

𓂃 ☁︎ ࣪ 610verns | a preview of my entire heart in two gifs (side note: take your time, huang renjun, we'll be here! <3) [50/∞]

[connorsui]

drunk! simon

You set down the small pile of items you’d gathered; cotton pads, a bottle of micellar water, and a towel on the nightstand before making your way toward him. “You look like you’ve had better days,” you teased softly, crouching down to meet his eyes.

Simon gave you a lazy, lopsided smile, his blue eyes glassy but filled with affection. “Y’know, I don’t say it enough,” he slurred, his accent heavier than usual, “but I’m bloody lucky to have you, luv. How’d a lug like me end up with someone like you?”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching into a small smile. “You’re repeating yourself, Simon.”

“Don’t care,” he muttered, leaning forward slightly as if drawn to you like a magnet. “Need you to know it.”

Your heart softened as you reached for a cotton pad, dabbing it with micellar water before gently tilting his head back. “Let me clean you up,” you murmured, your voice gentle as you began swiping the pad along his face.

He sighed at your touch, his broad shoulders relaxing under your care. “You’ve got the softest hands,” he mumbled, his voice quiet and heavy with sleepiness. “Don’t deserve you, darlin’. Too good for me.”

“Simon,” you said softly, shaking your head as you worked, “if you keep saying that, I might start believing you don’t like yourself very much.”

He chuckled faintly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “I like me just fine. Just like you more. Love you more.”

You set the used pad aside and smoothed a bit of moisturizer onto your fingers, massaging it gently into his skin. He leaned into your touch like a contented cat, his eyes fluttering shut as a quiet hum escaped him.

“All done,” you said softly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Now let’s get you to lay down.”

But before you could pull away, Simon grabbed your wrist with surprising gentleness and tugged you closer. He slouched forward, resting his head on your lap, his arms wrapping loosely around your waist.

“Simon,” you said, exasperated but amused, “you can’t just—”

“Not movin’,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your leg. “Too comfy here.”

You sighed, a soft laugh escaping as your fingers instinctively combed through his messy hair. He melted further into your lap, his breathing slowing as you stroked his scalp.

“Love you so much ...did I mention how much I love you? ..I love you” he murmured, his voice a quiet slur.

Your chest ached with warmth as you looked down at him. “I love you too, Simon,” you whispered, your fingers still threading through his hair.

Simon’s grip on you tightened slightly, and for a while, you let him stay there, cradled in your care, his quiet devotion lulling the room into peaceful stillness.

[rinasauruss]

closer than quiet

summary: Rafe is so tall he has to lean down to hear you better. that's it.

warnings: none, me thinks. just a suggestive line at the end ;P

word count: 590

AN: I couldn't help myself, so I wrote this blurb! this is my first time writing Rafe, let me know what you think! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors. feedback is appreciated!

The soft hum of the waves was a steady background to the crackling of the bonfire, the flames dancing as the heat mixed with the cool bite of the night breeze. You stood near the fire, feeling the warmth spread through you, but the presence behind you was what made your skin tingle the most.

Rafe was close, an arm wrapped around your waist with a casual ease that made you feel both safe and exposed at the same time. His thumb traced slow, absent circles over your stomach, his other hand holding a beer with the same relaxed grip he used when he wasn’t thinking about much at all. Topper and Kelce were deep in conversation, their voices more distant than usual, as if the world around you had faded into something quieter. Rafe barely added to the chatter, content to stay in his own head—or maybe it was you who had his full attention. You weren’t sure, but it felt like you did.

You turned your head, looking up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "You good?" You asked it quietly, as though you already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it anyway.

Rafe didn’t immediately respond, the sound of the ocean filling the silence. Instead, he leaned down, tilting his head as if to catch the softest whisper, even though you’d only spoken in your normal tone. His presence grew even more intense with the movement, his height hovering over you, his face drawing closer in that effortless, unspoken way that made you feel smaller and more drawn in with each inch.

"Hm?" His voice was low, just above a murmur, the sound of it vibrating through your chest.

You flushed at the gesture, a subtle warmth rising in your cheeks. His closeness, his height, the way he made the space around you feel like it shrank to just the two of you—it was disarming in the best way. His breath fanned over your skin, the warmth of it sending a shiver down your spine, and you could almost feel the heartbeat beneath his chest as he leaned in further.

You swallowed, your voice a little shakier this time. "You doing good?" You repeated, hoping your tone sounded steady, but there was no hiding the way he affected you.

Rafe’s grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he felt the slight hitch in your breath, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you even closer. It was as though he knew exactly how much he was making you feel.

"Yeah, m'good, baby," he hummed, his voice deepening in that way it did when he was in his element. "Just thinking."

"About?" you asked, a whisper now, almost afraid to ask but too curious to hold back.

He tilted his head again, moving in just a little further, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. The closeness, the heat of his breath, was enough to send a shiver all the way down your spine, leaving you breathless.

The moment stretched between you, charged with unspoken words and everything that lay beneath the surface. The bonfire crackled, the night air was cool, but Rafe’s presence was all you could feel now, the pull of him drawing you in further than you’d ever planned to go.

His voice was soft, smooth, laced with that teasing edge that always made your heart skip a beat. "Just thinking about how much fun I’m gonna have taking this little dress off you later."

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