#this is so soft help

[sioraiocht]

~ @storyofwhoiam || [ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head dwarf!Graham - cleric!Charlie (probably only gonna happen when she's falling asleep or if she's not well etc., and he just does without thinking bc he Cares 🥹) ~

Charlie's head was drooping onto Grath's chest, her body instinctively curling into his side in an attempt to find warmth and comfort. It was hard to stay awake - Especially when she felt so safe around him, it made it far easier to just let herself drift off to sleep. She could hear the gentle beating of his heart, her hand resting on his stomach, fingers tracing patterns to soothe herself. Her eyes were heavy, fluttering shut as he placed the kiss to the top of her head. "Thank you for looking after me." The words whispered out softly as she tucked in closer to him.

[watmalik]

Alcohol can't kill Logan, but it can affect him. Wade can't kill Logan, but he can—oh.

[literarymerritt]

Thinking about Them 🥺

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[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

Zuko’s swt visits throughout their relationship :)

[azis-nebula]

listen, getting off by myself is great. But fuck it’s a lot of work. Humping my pillow and whimpering into the quiet of my room isn’t enough anymore. Fingering myself until my hand cramps up isn’t doing it for me.

I need need need a nice top or switch to just lay me down and ravage me. Show me more pleasure than I could ever show myself. Mark my skin with their nails and their teeth until it’s etched like a piece of art. I want them to sign their name with their tongue on my clit and show how I belong to them. An artist always signs their work, right?

is this too much to ask?

THIS IS ABOUT LESBIAN SEX. MEN AND MINORS DNI

[tubbytarchia]

so ranchers huh

[tekstelart]

Gentle hands

[artemispt]

[yayll]

~ a little something about waking up next to Dazai, and he's unbearable as always ~

"I might just eat you alive..." He mumbles to himself, barely audible. His eyes are half-lidded, and he's barely blinked.

He's been watching you sleep next to him curled up like a kitten for the past hour, way past the time you usually wake up. He's the oversleeper, not you, and it makes him hyper aware of your bodily functions and if they're okay. He hasn't eaten properly in days, but you don't need to know that. He's rabid, and he knows he's being a total freak right now, but who will worry for you if not for him? He must rise up to be the voice of reason, the watchful eye that keeps you on track even if he can barely keep himself alive! He wishes you'd stay forever, where he could avoid his problems and take care of your every single need. He should be everything you need... He hopes. Then you'd never leave, and he would make sure to eat more, just for you. How perfect... selfish.

God, he just wants to crawl inside of you and make you his home, it's almost pathetic. You'd find him vile for the things he would do for you and your happiness, despite you already being so accepting of his dark past... You're simply heaven sent. He takes a deep breath, and lightly runs his knuckles down your jawline, as if carving them out of the precious material that you're made of. You begin to stir, and his pupils dilate instantly as he pulls back with anticipation.

"Mmm... Osamu..."

You murmur sleepily as your chest rises up and down ever so slowly. He's freaking out. It's bad for his health to hear the way you say his name as if it were a healing oath, a spell that only works on him.

"Wakey wakey~"

Dazai's propping himself up on one elbow, a calculating smile plastered on his lips as if he were in on something you weren't. You pop open one eye, and groan softly.

"You're up... early"

"Yes!"

"Why..." You yawn like the silly little thing you are. He gasps in mock offense, clutching his chest.

"Can't a fortunate guy like ME just be happy that we both live to see another beautiful day?!"

He winks, and boops the tip of your nose, this gets a muffled snort out of you that causes you to bury your face into the pillow. He's addicted to the rush of causing any joy in your life, it's disgusting. When you don't lift your face back up, he scrunches up his face, and reaches out to stroke a strand of your silky hair, but his intrusive thoughts win and he tugs on it as payback for possibly falling asleep again. He needs your attention, and you're sleeping? Insanity. You swat at him, blindly smacking his arm away.

Oh, how he loves that you're the only person who truly sees him past his myriad of theatrics.

"Oh my... a slap from you feels wonderful!"

He rubs his arm, and grabs the hand that swatted him, bringing it up to kiss the pulse point on your wrist. Feather like kisses, almost undetectable... until you lift your face up from the pillow, finally.

He gazes at you as he rubs his face onto your hand like a cat greeting its owner, purring as if he were starved for affection. For a moment, his gaze becomes more serious, detached, as if he were thrown back into a distant memory. He can't describe the feeling, but the way your hand feels against his cheek is a warmth he hasn't felt in ages. His eyes sting, and he blinks the wetness away before you can notice as he hears your angelic voice again. He's back to his usual self.

"Osamu... You're being annoying"

"You think I'm just annoying?~"

His voice comes out in a tender whisper, his mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. He's insufferable. He could be anything for you if you wanted it. Especially annoying! He almost drools when you roll your eyes affectionately at him, the coldness in his heart disappears as he leans in just a little, invading your personal space as always, eager to hear your reply.

"Amongst other things, yes..."

You flash him a sweet little smile, and it mends all that is wrong in the world. The pink in your cheeks is starting to turn red, and it sends him to the moon. He hums, slowly nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, it's his turn to curl up. You run your fingers through his messy hair that tickles you, feeling the warmth of Dazai's breaths against the back of your ear.

"Hmm, do I look like a pillow to you?"

He can hear the smile in your murmur, and he pulls back from your neck briefly, peering at you through his messy bangs, those intense hazelnut eyes demanding your attention, and his voice drips with an aching devotion that oozes like honey. he moves his lips to your ear, and whispers.

".. You look like an angel to me."

He watches you self destruct at his painfully smooth delivery of a compliment, and secretly rewards himself for once again giving you another reason to never leave. He's got it all!

Romance, self deprecating humor, an inability to properly process his emotions and grief, but more importantly, an undying commitment to stay alive against all odds so that he may see another day of you in his arms... or you helping him change his bandages... or-

He's cut short by you grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him into the most sinfully delicious kiss known to man, and he could swear that despite all his efforts, this might be what ACTUALLY kills him.

[bashzzey]

Them together... 💖💖 I like Forgetful Storyteller and Modest Dancer a lot 👉👈❤

Also drew him in aggie some days earlier!

[egophiliac]

(breathing into a paper bag) FRALIO....

can't believe they gave us another guy. oh my god. so I guess Kelka is more, uhhh, more OOO then, and Fralio is Ankh? not that it matters too much, although they do seem to be doing something with the connected Riders so. who knows. anything goes! or if I may, anything gOOOes! god. of course they're the Ambition parallel. of course they are. oh my god.

fortunately there's nothing else they can throw at me right now that could possibly --

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[hinamie]

もう一回、もう一回

[cubbihue]

Does Timmy have any regrets about becoming a fairy? Does he ever wish he never done it? Or at least wait until he was older?

The closest Timmy's ever gotten to wishing he had never done it was when his wings were growing out. He immediately felt guilt when he remembered about Peri. Timmy doesn't believe in having regrets. The only way through is forward, and the only way out is up!

If presented with a redo, Timmy would do it all over in a heartbeat.

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[euthymiaaa]

— taking a bath with a lover *ੈ✩‧₊˚

non-sexual & a bit silly lol, enjoy!!

✧ after an exhausting day, what other way to relax your partner than preparing them a warm, blissful bath?

✧ dousing the bathtub with their favorite aromatic flowers and oils

✧ “honey, what’s with all of this in the bathroom?” “you came back early? the surprise got ruined!”

✧ aiding them undress, yet it takes longer than usual because you keep getting their clothes tangled

✧ lending a hand to cautiously help them get into the pool of water

✧ "gosh it's the perfect temperature" "oh thank god, i thought it would still be too hot"

✧ blowing soap bubbles into their face to briefly annoy them

✧ "aren't you going to join me darling?" "if you insist"

✧ relaxing them by delicately massaging their hair in circles with shampoo

✧ “careful! you’re going to get shampoo in my eyes!” “oh quit being so dramatic”

✧ listening about their day whilst lightly massaging the knots in their back

✧ peppering tender kisses along their exposed shoulder

✧ “i never realized you have so many moles around here”

✧ tracing their scars with the tips of your fingers

✧ them burying their head into your neck, eyelids getting heavy out of tiredness

✧ “you better clean up after” "yes, your highness"

✧ "even though this was a mess, i'm glad i could spend time with you like this"

[totallynotashieldagent]

falling for jason todd happens slowly and then all at once

it starts with lazy pre-patrol Friday evenings. he knows you don't have work in the morning so he stays for a snack before heading out.

it turns into "hey wanna watch a movie?" which turns into "I'm ordering food for us" and then you're lying on the couch at other ends but your feet are in his lap as top gun plays on the TV and he doesn't even realize he's doing it but he's rubbing the tension out of your heels.

it turns into "oh my office has a workshop for first aid happening" and you take it because you figure you should know how to patch him up after the bad nights

that turns into him showing up on a Tuesday night, which NEVER happens but he's on edge and he's anxious and he doesn't know what else to do and he just needs a hug and you do it.

you hold him until he stops shaking and he falls asleep on you like a weighted blanket.

maybe in hindsight, that is where it all started. waking up in a mess of limbs and untangling yourself, pushing him off until he falls on the ground and you laugh before leaving to get ready for work and... he doesn't leave. he's there when you come back in the evening because he just- he doesn't have an answer except, he didn't want to go.

you shrug and say you don't mind and you continue with your evening errands and chores and he orders food and during it all you realize how... domestic this all is.

it's a wednesday evening and he knows gotham is waiting for him but tonight...just tonight, he wasn't something calm, something normal.

the air is thick but neither of you address it. and he leaves eventually with unsaid words and confusion hanging in his mind.

the routine of friday night hangouts continue but every touch is more.. electric and neither of you say anything because you really do think that it's just in YOUR mind and the other doesn't feel that way at all.

it goes on for weeks and weeks until the tension gets so bad that you're snapping at each other for even breathing too loud but still you're in the same space because you can't handle the thought of being a part

it goes on for an embarrassing long time because even though the love is requited, you're both just fucking idiots

it goes on until a bad patrol night and he shows up with a bunch of knives sticking out of his back and instead of going to a safehouse or alfred, he's here. with you. and your hands are shaking because this surgery level shit and you took a BASIC aid workshop. you're crying silently as you do your best to fix him even with the Lazarus healing kicking in and you keep whispering to yourself "not yet not yet not like this not like this not before I can say-"

and everything just ...freezes

"Before what?" He rasps, his breath laboured and hard

"It's nothing-" You whisper and continue to bandage him

so he twists his back and looks at you, asking again.

"Before what?" His eyes are glowing green as his wounds are slowly starting to heal under your fingertips. "Please-" He strains. "Before what?"

"Before I can be brave enough-" You swallow, your shaking hands pressed against the bandage of his back

"Brave enough for...?" He whispers, his eyes darting across your face, memorizing every feature. Your eyes, your Cupid's bow, your parted lips-

"For this-" You finally take a leap and press your lips to his.

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