#ugh i'm soft

[heyimkana]

PLEASE MORE ASMR OF HUSBAND YUTA!!!!

I mean, I know it's not Megumi Ogata but... Some other ASMR you have? That we can imagine as Yuta? Please? 🥲 Your story is so good too! There's nothing to read about Yuta x Reader and finding your story was a gift from heaven 🙏🏻

Have a great day!

DON'T WORRY NONNIE I GOTCHU (also thank you so much for reading and liking my fic 😭)

in this one, the two of you had been doing it so much (it was your wedding night after all), that when he came for like the third time that night, you passed out, but he kept fucking you anyway 😳

quick translation:

"ah, I'm gonna cum again... Take all of it, okay... I'm cumming... ah, this is amazing. I already came a lot but I still can't stop moving my hips... I love you... I love you so much... Hey... did you hear me? Don't tell me... you fell asleep? I guess that can't be helped... Hey, let's stay like this forever, okay? Just the two of us like this, forever... I love you... I already made a promise that I will love you for eternity... Until my bones turn to dust, I will always love you..."

[secriden]

Just going to cry again (see: my previous post about the parallels between the storage room scene and the abandoned factory scene) about parallels and juxtapositions in the store room scene vs the one in Styles bedroom:

Both these scenes have such a tone of desperation and are characterised by an overflowing of emotions, but in drastically opposite directions.

(Note, some of what I say in this post directly relates to concepts and themes I talked about here, so it may not wholly make sense without that context.)

The scene in the storeroom is filled with frustrated desire. Fadel kisses Style because he wants Style's body and also wants to take his frustrations at Style out on his body. He doesn't need to look Style in the eye (and in fact very intentionally only does so only in small snatches) because this isn't about a connection as much as it is about a release. Fadel's kisses come fast, hard, and are intended to bruise more than to adore.

But episode 5's scene is filled with much more quiet and tender sort of desire. Style is kissing Fadel so much more slowly and purposefully. He keeps looking back at Fadel, checking in to see how he feels and whether Fadel is enjoying it. Everything Style wanted in Episode 3, he now gives to Fadel here, pours the secrets of his knowing and choosing Fadel anyway into the way he presses his lips onto Fadel's skin. His kisses linger, they carry a weight but are somehow infinitely gentle still; Style's kisses contain a purpose that Fadel's kisses couldn't in Episode 3 because in all honesty they were relative strangers back then.

There's also the way there's such a ferocity and carelessness in the way Fadel starts the encounter in episode 3 that is juxtaposed beautifully by the slow, tender, almost hesitant way Style slides his lips onto Fadel's. Both of them are in such different headspaces, between these episodes and its especially evident in the way they care so much more about the other person's comfort and how intentionally they showed that to the audience.

There's hunger present in both scenes but what this hunger is focused on is so drastically different. In the storeroom, they're both mainly focused on a physical release; its primal and visceral but lacked emotional resonance. Fadel gives Style what he knows Style wants (that hint of danger, with the hand on his neck), but its not because he really cares about what Style wants on anything more than a physical level. In Style's bedroom, however, Fadel is drunk (intentionally and by his own design) and desperate to open himself up to Style on an emotional level. Meanwhile, Style wants that desperately too, but knows that Fadel shouldn't because of his own terrible secret. So this kiss is what they both will allow themselves - an honesty and a hunger for this deeper connection they can only share in act but not in words.

In the storeroom, Style wants Fadel to want more than his body but knows (or thinks) he can't push for it yet, so he remains passive, lets Fadel do whatever he wants, lets him turn and shove and place Style how he wants because at this point, this is all Fadel will give him. Here, Style is passive in spite of what he wants. But in the bedroom, Fadel is passive because it's what he wants; he wants to let Style do whatever he desires to and with Fadel's body. He wants to lay himself as bare as he possibly can, which is only physical, and so he does.

And because the encounter in Episode 3 lacked that emotional connection, the focus is merely their respective releases. There's a sense of two people trying to find pleasure and 'finish' while remaining emotionally disconnected despite actively having sex with each other. Because in some ways, they didn't really need each other in that moment to get there (there's actually a lot of truth in what Fadel says about it being easier to just jerk off alone). In sharp contrast, the scene in Episode 5 isn't focused on the destination but on the journey. Style is taking his time and Fadel is letting him - Style is choosing to worship Fadel's body, with his fingers, with his lips, to respond to his vulnerability with gentleness and tenderness and adoration. The goal has stopped being about finding a release, it's about allowing both these men to revel in the giving and receiving of pleasure.

The point of these scenes is to show to us the ways in which Fadel and Style have grown to care for and, dare I say it, love each other in ways that are so purposefully portrayed by showing the nature of their physical connection. Because the ways in which these scenes are the same and yet so wholly different showcases how their touches are now no longer merely tied to their senses any longer, but also to their hearts as well.

[emioliravioli]

have i ever talked about how they're both the princess and her loyal knight? because they are, and they make me insane because of it.

[seokminfilm]

hands 🪄 lee seokmin

🤍 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, kissing, skinship, suggestive if you squint (seokmin moans from having his fingertips kissed but nothing more), reader is in love with seokmin's hands, whiny seokmin, seokmin calls reader baby, reader calls seokmin his nicknames (seok, minnie)

🤍 summary, your boyfriend had such pretty hands.

🤍 author's note, this fic came from that one comment my mom made on a inside svt video with seokmin in it ("even his hands are well manicured") 😭 sigh even my mom realizes how dreamy seokmin is jfsjkdsfjkflsd anyways i'll stop goodbye 🚶

🤍 now playing, oh my! (seventeen)

🤍 word count, 532 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"you have such pretty hands, seok." you suddenly say, fingers running over seokmin's soft knuckles.

the two of you sat on the couch, seokmin's eyes currently trained on the movie playing on the tv in front of him. he chuckled at something said in the scene, and then turned his attention to you, face in a confused expression as he apologizes. "i'm sorry baby, i didn't hear you. what did you say?"

giggling softly, you peck seokmin's cheek, eliciting a smile from him as you repeat yourself. "your hands─they're very pretty."

and they were very pretty─seokmin's soft hands had stayed wrapped around yours the whole movie, and you couldn't help but glance down at his warm grip, studying his slender fingers and the way they softly pressed against your skin. you wanted to kiss them, if you were being truthful: you wanted to kiss seokmin's fingertips really badly, pressing soft, tiny kisses to each finger.

"awww, thank you, baby," seokmin's not paying attention to the movie anymore, watching you play with his fingers, twisting the promise ring on his middle finger as you watch it glisten in the television's light.

"i want to kiss them." you say again, and seokmin flushes red, chuckling as his voice mixes with the television. "you want to what?"

"i wanna kiss your fingertips, min." the tiny whine in your voice and sparkles in your eyes nearly makes seokmin lose his mind right there, and he sighs, shaking his head as he nods.

"go ahead, baby. kiss my fingertips." seokmin says the sentence with a hint of dominance, and it makes your face turn red, smiling softly as you take his hand to your lips, kissing each fingertip softly.

seokmin's lost sight of everything he should have been focusing on─a plot twist was happening on the screen right now, and he swore he could hear the coffee machine in the kitchen stopping, but couldn't bring himself to get up.

his cheeks were flaring up at your softness, reveling in the way you'd let your soft lips gently touch his manicured fingertips, and the tiny moans and sighs were proof of it. you, on the other hand, were on cloud nine─seokmin's eyes were shut as he let his head fall back in the plushness of the couch. his lips were parted in a tiny "o", and he whined a bit before you pulled away.

"your fingertips taste good." you say after a few more kisses, and seokmin sighs, face a blaring red now as he glares at you.

"i think you're saying that because i just embarrassed myself in front of you." seokmin mumbles to himself, and you chuckle, falling into his chest as you shake your head.

"no, they do taste really good! like caramel." you sigh, and seokmin chuckles, laughter spilling past his plump lips as he sighs heavily. you and him both know he was snacking on caramel popcorn before you two had started the movie─now you were just stating obvious facts to make seokmin laugh at you.

"you're such a dork, baby," he mutters, and you nod, laughing as you scrunch your nose at a kiss seokmin places on your forehead.

"your dork, yeah."

[amoaliquis]

"What have we signed up for?"

This is one of the most wholesome, heartwarming banters that I have come across as of yet.

Emmrich's voice is just so full of happiness, wonder, and love.

Proud Dads. It's... /sniffles.

Nah, go on. Enjoy.

[crvngefrvll]

GUYSSSSSS Can you all like COMPILE some CANON NEWTMAS-CODED LINES IN THE THREE BOOKS (Or generally book dialogue/lines in TMR THAT SCREAMS "NEWTMASSSSS") AND PUT IT LIKE IN A PDF OR SOMETHING????? I PHYSICALLY NEED THIS. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

(ORRR just comment down this post, PLEASE I'M THAT DESPERATE 😔🙏

And also, no offense to Newt and Thomas, but I have had both guy and girl friends, and WE DO NOT talk and look at eachother LIKE THAT unless we are in love or have a crush on eachother 😔😔😔🫶🫶🫶🫶

[sylebs]

oh my love for when they put their hat on your head or you steal it,,, it's such a silly gesture but i gods do i love it anyway

[charmfamily]

CORVUS CROSSING: A CHARM FAMILY STORY. CHAPTER I "BOY, YOU'LL BE A MAN REAL SOON." PART XXI. Transcript Beneath the Cut.

DAMIEN: Is that my hoodie?

ETHAN: MotherFUCKer! [His voice cracks and squeaks a little bit, making Damien snort and laugh hard.] Stop sneaking up on me you stupid bitch or I swear to the Fates I'll put a bell on you — holy fuck that's creepy and I hate it! [He pauses for a moment, catching his breath after being startled.] What are you even doing up?! You were totally dead to the world like a minute ago!

DAMIEN: I'd ask if you missed the loud-ass thunder and the fact that the building was vibrating but considering you're this freaked out I'm gonna guess you definitely heard it. I woke up to make sure you were okay.

ETHAN: I'm fine. [He frowns, seemingly annoyed.] I don't even get that freaked out by storms anymore, I'm not 12.

DAMIEN: Uh-huh. That wouldn't even be convincing to someone that doesn't know you. Come on…

ETHAN: Also I thought this was my hoodie, it's dark in here…

DAMIEN: [He just smiles, not bothering to argue, tossing Ethan down onto his bed and crawling in with him.] You don't want me to hold your hand til you fall asleep then? You're good for real?

ETHAN: …Pft. [He narrows his eyes and scoffs.] Give it here.

DAMIEN: No. [He grins.] You don't need me or my hoodie… [mockingly] You're not 12…

ETHAN: [Glowering, he grabs Damien's hand and laces their fingers together.] Give. It. Here.

DAMIEN: [He snickers, giving Ethan's hand a gentle squeeze before using his grip on it to pull Ethan into his arms.] Brat.

ETHAN: [Incoherent, muffled and tired mumbling as he snuggles in closer to bury his face in Damien's chest.]

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

WEEWOO IM HERE FOR THE EVENT!! (also smth I noticed, you can't copy paste your moots @ from one post to another, bc they don't receive the notif;_; I checked my mentions for your @ and uh- nope)

ANYWAY "nights spent in" with Leona pls (or Ruggie or Kalim or Jack or Jamil 💀💀) I just want a lazy night with takeout and cuddles and looking at the city/town from the hotel or room balcony in peace but I also need this frigging degree-

Nights Spent In; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, so much fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; I came up with a whole meal for this and I want everything. All of the food mentioned is North Indian vegetarian food, except for Leona's. Best of luck with that degree, Soru!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You were lounging on the sofa on the balcony, a light breeze coming off the waves helping cut most of the heat from the day as night slowly painted the sky in a deep navy. Honestly, you could fall asleep right here, since you were warm and very comfy. Count on the royal family of the Sunset Savannah to spare no expense, even when it came to their balcony furniture for the smallest of their vacation homes. 

Speaking of the Kingscholars, Leona had said that he was going out to grab you both dinner, which would have shocked anyone else, but he put in the work when it came to you. You were the exception. Of course, though, he expected something in return, which was usually either using you as his pillow or giving him a kiss… or several until he was satisfied with how fast he could make your heart flutter. Smug bastard…

“Hmm, I went through all the trouble of gettin’ you food and here you are nearly passed out,” he sighed, having sneaked up on you. But he sighed, putting the food down.

Leona leisurely walked over to you before promptly laying on top of you and resting his chin on your shoulder, trapping you. He let out a long sigh and bumped his head against yours.

Taking the message, you started scratching behind his ears and hummed. “I thought I had to pay you back after we ate,” you mused.

He chuffed, but his tail was slowly waving back and forth in a relaxed manner, he was only putting on a show. “You can pay me now and then,” he grumbled, looking up at you and raising a brow expectantly.

You knew that face, it was the face that he made when he wanted a kiss but didn’t want to say it. “You can get the rest of it, but after we eat-” your stomach made a low rumble underscoring your statement. “Before I decide to eat you instead,” you joked, and poked him in the ribs to prompt him to get off you.

Leona rolled his eyes, but yielded, he wanted his damn kisses sooner rather than later. Plus the last time he had decided to lay on you and prevent you from getting food, you had indeed bit him. Even though you didn’t really leave a mark, it still stung a bit, and he would rather not get teased by the others if they found out it had happened again.

“What did you get by the way,” you asked. Whatever it was smelled divine. Your stomach gurgled even louder, sounding more akin to some beast demanding food.

Leona chuckled a bit at the commotion, but brought the food out. “Went to a small place, family run and owned,” and he brought out several containers of food. He looked at his order, “Malai kofta, raita, paratha, mattar paneer-”

You saw one other container and raised a brow.

“Rogan josh,” he answered, swiping the container away from you.

You rolled your eyes at him, but you were more than happy at the food he had got, and knew that he left a hefty tip even though he would deny it. Not only had he made you, and your ravenous stomach’s, night, but also the restaurant owners’ as well. 

Now content and full of food, the both of you laid in bed, your legs intertwined. “Thanks for getting dinner,” you hummed, feeling the sleepiness from earlier returning.

Leona turned his head to you, and rubbed circles on your hip, slowly. He was wearing the same expectant look again. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” But there was no smugness, Leona was full and just as tired as you, so he was more like a tired kitty looking for some love.

You shuffled over and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, and he let out a tired sigh, pupils dilating into round saucers. “I love you,” you placed another kiss on his lips before placing one on his scar and lingering there.

He bumped his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know… I love you too.”

~~~~~~~

Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii @leonistic

[palettepainter]

Everyday I regret not seeing Transformers One in cinemas a little more

[joongdunking]

Thank you FirstKhaotung for treating Joong like the little brother that he is 🥹💖

I noticed it the moment Joong shared some bts from filming site and even more when they started THK promos 🥹

I hope they get to go on little trips again! This time round with Dunk! ☺️

And I'm gonna be sad once THK ends... but I know their friendship doesn't 🥹

[naffeclipse]

Soft Underbelly

An Apex Polarity AU

Orca!Eclipse x Leopard Seal!Y/N (SFW)

You must provide for your child but leaving for even a moment holds danger. You are a predator, nearly at the top of the food chain. Nothing can threaten you and your offspring, except, of course, an orca siren. How do you safeguard against your one weakness?

Word Count: ~3,900 Warnings: Manhandling, nonconsensual touching, anxiety, fear, and dead animal

A/N: I'm on such a baby kick, it's embarrassing. I can't get over the family fluff and thinking of Eclipse being a doting father is turning me feral. I do love the dynamics with Leopard Seal Y/N as she is a fierce mama. It's good to have someone finally going toe to toe with Eclipse, even if the outcome is still clear. And of course, there's a fluffball baby!

Little note again: the reader is female and will be referred to by female terms/titles such as mother. Also, please make sure to read all the tags/warnings as this is a mature fic and will contain an unhealthy dynamic and toxic traits.

Not beta read, I'm torn apart by leopard seals.

Please enjoy the fluffball and her fierce mama and her new dad!

[the-travelling-witch]

WOAH REQUEST? Those are words I haven’t heard in a long time.. (never)

Well in that case what about anything with ur ocs? Their morning routine night routine just some goofy stuff!

hi, so since you didn't specify an oc, my brain just kinda meshed this ask up with your other ask and i made my friend pick between my modern au characters instead. he chose night routine with xiao (who is very much not an oc), so uh yeah here's that

if you still want me to write something with an oc of mine, please send another ask with one of them and one word bc otherwise i'm going to spin a wheel (i very much do not want to pick characters myself bc that's the whole point of this challenge/ warm-up ^^;)

𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨 𝐱 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 [modern au]

The pencil hovering over his sketchbook had barely moved since Xiao sat down at his desk. Even when illuminated by the familiar warmth of his lamp, no inspiration for a new tattoo seemed to come to him, so he put the pencil down and leaned back in his seat with a sigh.

Just as he started wracking his brain for anything that could give him that spark to draw, his thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. He swiped right immediately.

“Xiao, hey! Sorry, I couldn’t call earlier, stuff just kept coming up,” you started apologetically. Just hearing your voice on the other side was enough for some of the tension to seep from his shoulders. “How was your day?”

“Same as usual, nothing special happened.” He wished he could tell you about something but there really wasn’t anything. Besides, Xiao could tell there was something you wanted to get off your chest. “Why don’t you tell me about yours instead?”

There was rustling on your end of the call, no doubt you getting ready for bed. These late night phone calls had become something of a routine at this point, a way to spend time together on nights where you couldn’t see each other. When you talked, time seemed to fly by and it happened every now and then that the line felt silent before all Xiao could hear was the evened out breathing after you fell asleep. 

Leaning forward as he listened to you describing your day, from the beautiful flowers you saw in a shop to the driver who cut you off, Xiao picked up his pencil again almost absentmindedly. Graphite bloomed over his sketchbook as your voice calmed down all the earlier doubts in his mind. Really, he should have known. You always were his greatest inspiration.

1 character, 1 word, 11 minutes

modern au masterlist

[yanaleese]

Honestly, Karma, let’s get married. Fuck the certificate and family after our asses, I wanna elope like the colors and stars evident within the Milky Way.

Oh he would happily say yes!!!

Just make sure Kallisto doesn't find you first...

<3

[katierosefun]

the appeal of maggie and negan's dynamic in season 2 of dead city is that negan is soooo pathetic when he sees maggie he's literally all big wet eyes and all soft voice like sir you are the reason she's Like That Now and yet you'd just fold to her at the snap of her fingers like mr. tough guy leather jacket doesn't stand a chance to the lady who looks like she wants to kill him

[fairycourts]

thinking about Zeno (Cyno + Ze) pet names...

some time after Cyno and I get together, the pet name he uses for me the most is "my love." (kasdljflaksjdfjasdf •///• he's so- i can't- anyway.)

I call him "my dear General" for the first time in a playful situation and that ends up sticking >.< and it becomes "my dear" in more serious or intimate moments