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adaptacy · 8 months

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Hiii! I dunno if I can request here I’m kinda new to tumblr ✨ but I’d really love a Johnny x reader thing with the reader being way smaller than him n chubby (I’m talkin like 5’3) and maybe the reader being a little insecure about it because y’know he’s fit and tall. And him being completely bewildered by it because he doesn’t really get why she’s insecure about those things. BECAUSE he finds those things really attractive- y’know??? It’s a big “sorry I know I’m not the skinniest..” “what” like just complete confusion 😭😭

fluff definitely! Maybe some nsfw as well if you are comfy with it? 🥺

yas! girlie me 2 i am v similarly built - no nsfw cause i did not have much steam when writing this but its a really cute concept so i wanted to write something for it :)

Johnny Slaughter x Chubby!Reader

Your fingers picked at the strands of his hair as his head rested on your chest, both of you idly watching a movie on a boxy television. Growing bored with the film, Johnny turned his head and kissed your sternum. Not thinking much of the action, you remained idly focused on the television, which Johnny didn't quite appreciate. His fingers grabbed the hem of your shirt and snuck it upwards until it revealed your stomach and rested underneath your bra, and you frowned, crossing your hands over your stomach.

"Johnny, quit it. What?" You pouted, trying to pull your shirt back down, but Johnny was holding it in place.

"Why do you do that?" He asked, looking more confused than upset.

"Do what?"

"That- the crossin' yer arms over your stomach, you always complain when I kiss it. What's that about?"

You shrugged, blushing slightly. "I dunno. Just... Sorry, I'm just kinda uncomfy with it, I guess," you replied, looking away.

He released your shirt, grabbing your chin instead and making you look at him. "Okay, but why?"

"Cause, it makes me feel weird."

"Weird how?"

"Bad weird."

"You feel bad weird when I kiss your stomach?" He clarified, and you gave a small nod. "Why?"

"Cause I.. I don't know, I feel sorta bad. Like... I- I don't know, Johnny."

"Sure you do. Yer just holdin' back. Talk to me, sweetpea."

You frowned again, letting out a quiet sigh. "Because it draws attention to my chubbiness. And it's embarrassing."

"Why?"

"Why? Well, like, 'cause I don't like the way it looks. It's stupid, I know, but it makes me feel bad. Like, insecure."

"About what?"

"My stomach. I just told you that." Your eyes narrowed, and he looked around, appearing confused.

"What's there to be insecure about?"

"It's not flat. Like- like yours."

"Of course it ain't. You're not me. Why would it be?"

"Like a lotta girls have. I feel like you deserve something better, I guess. Someone prettier, more fit," you murmur, your blush growing more intense as you stated your confession.

"I don't want someone 'more fit'. I want you," he responded, forcing your hands away from your stomach, pinning your wrists to your sides. "Yer perfect for me, darlin'. Got more to bite," he snickered, running his teeth along your skin before gently biting your insecurity, making you wince.

Somehow, the sentiment made your frown lessen, but you still mumbled a complaint. "Still, it's just.."

"What now?" He looked up at you, his voice muffled due to the skin between his teeth.

"Don't you ever want someone more... you? Taller,-"

"Darlin', you're perfect. I ain't just sayin' that. Yer easy to carry, you look amazin' underneath me, and you don't stand a chance against me. What more could a humble cowboy want?" He chuckled, and you cracked a smile, rolling your eyes. "What? Ain't believe me?"

"Not really, but-" You paused as he looked up and glared at you, his eyes narrow, convincing you to give it up. He then gently bit on your skin again, and squeezed at your stomach with his palm, humming against your belly. "Johnny, it's fine, I believe-"

For the third time, you were cut off as Johnny leaned towards you and captured your lips, forcing you into silence so you couldn't complain. He broke the kiss, keeping his mouth only an inch from yours as he spoke. "You're fine, sweetpea. Don't need someone taller, or more fit. You fit me. The more of you there is, the merrier, darlin'. Don't go doubtin' that," he explained, and you couldn't keep yourself from smiling.

"Fine," you sighed, willing to accept defeat if he was going to be so convincing. He chuckled and kissed you again, one hand still on your stomach as he did so, playfully squeezing.

#tcm game #tcm #johnny slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny tcm #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter tcm #johnny slaughter fluff #adapting to johnny slaughter

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lavaflowe · 8 months

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JTTW READING CLUB CATCH UP

Pt. 2

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Chpt 4 Thoughts:

•the fighting immediately at the gate should have tipped everyone off this wasn’t going to go well💀 doomed from the start

•the hand holding with Gold star of Venus and Wukong I am not okay, I’m exploding it’s so cute

•Holy shit the poem about Heaven is LONG

•Wukong handles being called a bogus immortal very well?? I thought he would be angrier about that… I guess he knows its true tho🤷‍♀️

•Wukong is fantastic at his job- the best horse girl around (for the 2 weeks he was there lol)

•tantrum™️ kicks over his desk and smashes everything with his ruyi bang, causes property damage and LEAVES

•interesting that I’ve seen a lot of adaptations have him release the horses and do a mini havoc in Heaven

•love that it’s just 2 random demons who suggest 齐天大圣 to Wukong, not anyone important or anything JAKDJSJ

•HE QUITS AND THE JADE EMPEROR CALLS FOR HIM BE CAPTURED BECAUSE HES A MONSTER??? HUH???(I thought Gold Star stepped in but I GUESS I WAS WRONG)(capitalism smh /j)

•NEZHA APPEARANCE WHOOOO

•Spreading Flower axe sounds so cool, prime design material

•”eyes glowered strangely like burning stars; past his shoulders two ears, forked and hard; his voice resounded like bells and chimes”<- poem about Wukong, so lovely

•Theme I’m noticing: Wukong treated like an animal until proven otherwise (makes sense but also not)

•asks Nezha whose little brother is he, and Nezha immediately spits back like 3 insults JAKFJSJSJ, he is not here to mess around🔫

•3 HEADED 6 ARM FIGHT: WUKONG v. NEZHA

•the old bait and switch then smashing Nezha’s shoulder (flash back to all the paintings of Nezha running off while holding his broken arm💀)

•Love that Wukong called himself the little brother of the fraternal 7

•Gold Star Of Venus more like Master Negotiator/Mediator

•….is Gold star lying??? WUH

•”Peace and Quiet” and “Serene Spirit”- it’s like they don’t know that’s gonna bore the shit out of Wukong💀 like watching a train wreck in slow motion- HES NEEDS ACTION AND SOMEONE TO PLAY WITH

Chpt 5&6 under cut:

Chpt 5 Thoughts:

•uses all his free time to make more friends

•Gold Star realizes that he may get bored so they give him an extremely tedious task that will also probably bore him JAKDJAJAJD

•HELP HE JUST STARTS EATING ALL THE PEACHES WHAT- he behaved for probably like 2 weeks (again) and then decided he couldn’t wait any longer to try the OLDEST AND RAREST FRUIT IN THE GARDEN!!! AND HE PICKS MULTIPLE, NOT JUST ONE

•I’m yelling he does this multiple times

•okay but him playing around and eating making him tired and taking a nap on the branches when he’s 2 inches tall?? Adorable, no longer mad he ate all the peaches, he’s just a little guy

•ah so he only ate the really good ones. Ofcourse.

•Gently breaking the news that he’s probably not invited to the banquet 😬

•immediately freezes the peach maidens- WHY??? WHAT WAS THE REASON???

•Identity theft smh

•he is feeling….mischievous

•RESIST UR IMPULSES OH MY GOD

•he is so wasted he accidentally wandered into Laozi’s lab

Wukong: I’ve never met Laozi….now is for SURE the perfect time to make friends, when I’m so drunk I can’t walk straight

•He keeps putting things in his mouth, very monkey™️ of him

•IMMEDIATELY sobered up and knew he was in deep shit

•he lived in heaven for over a century 👀👀, Wukong says half a year- so maybe like 175 days?

•he goes back to get wine for his monkeys 🥺🥺

•next day/year Everyone one complains about the Havoc LMAO, they just kept coming, I know the Jade Emperor is distraught HAJDJAJ

•Wukong was going to straight up ignore the heavenly army they sent if they hadn’t busted down his door😂

•all his demon Allies were captured while he did a 1 v 6 with Nezha and the 5 Devarajas

•Wukong starting to get lost in the sauce, doesn’t care his ally’s were captured as long as his monkeys are okay

Chpt 6 Thoughts:

•Guan Yin Rolling up their sleeves to fix this mess

•”nothing but an invitation to disappointment” THE DRAMATICS

•I wonder if the Greek constellations were actually listed or if that was a translation choice??

•interesting that he outlasted Moksa instead of outwitting him- I feel like there’s a deeper meaning to that

•Guan Yin: I have a solution…..call in your Nephew

Jade Emperor: GENIUS

•Erlang is PUMPED to fight Wukong

•something something Erlang Shen is HAWT

•Erlang Shen: I’m here to kick your ass and arrest you

Wukong: your MOM

Erlang already swinging:

•Warform fight pt 2: Electric Boogaloo

•”they darted as stars to fill the sky”

•Erlangs eye being called the Phoenix Eye sounds SO COOL

•spotted bustard has no standards-I stand by the whore joke

•Erlang having fun with their fight LMAOOOOO

•HELP WHY DID HE WASTE TIME ENTERING A TEMPLE??? WUKONG PLS💀💀 UR ARMY IS GONE AND YOURE CORNERED NOW IS NOT THE TIME

•Wukong defeated with an assist from Laozi and Xiaotian

•stabbed for his crimes

•it’s execution time

•really loved that the poems were used to describe all of the fights

#IM ALMOST CAUGHT UP #SOB #jttw book club #sun wukong #erlang shen #nezha #li nezha #jttw #journey to the west #my art #lava chatter #my thots™️

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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Everyone asking for needy han meanwhile I'm here thinking of a convo we had of just Binge watching Studio Ghibli films with him, 🥺💖 like he keeps asking you sure you can watch one more movie? You're 2 films in, and as he goes to play another movie you're just sleeping all peacefully with your head on his chest, and then the members walk in and they're like did she really fall asleep? And he's all like looking down at you and just smiles " yeah its okay tho she's adorable "

this is something i want so badly 🥺😭

FLUFF BELOW CUT

warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, a lot of floof!!

movie night. Fridays are always yours and Jisung's movie nights, you both made that apparent the day you both got together.

this Friday night, is no different. the band members were kind enough to give you and Jisung some personal space. they all opted in visiting a bar restaurant which meant that they wouldn't be home until past midnight - perfect for you and Jisung

the living area dimly lit, bowls of popcorn and sweets on the coffee table with some drinks. you're dressed in a spaghetti strap vest and shorts whereas Jisung is in grey sweats and no top - skin on skin contact is an absolute must for you both

situated between his legs, head on his bare chest, you hum in content feeling warm and loved from your better half. the fleece blanket providing you both some extra warmth on this cold, winter night.

Spirited Away being the first movie of the night. you both re-enact some scenes, going along with the voice lines and laugh softly if one of you messes up. throwing popcorn and candy into your mouths before exchanging sweet kisses.

Howls Moving Castle being the second. You nuzzle into Jisung's chest, wanting to feel even closer to him, his arms holding you gently, fingers gently tracing small patterns on your skin making it tingle and goose bumps to say hello

Halfway through the film, your eyelids start to feel heavy. you don't want to sleep, not yet at least! just a few more glorious minutes with Sungie...

but his warmth and comfort is overpowering. his soft chuckles rippling from his chest, his heartbeat providing you some soothing asmr to your ears as does his slow breathing.

don't fight this losing battle of sleep.

“another one?” Jisung says, looking down. he coos at your sleeping figure, soft snores escaping your parted lips. his heart melts as does he. you're the most precious thing to him and to see that you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep, does something to him.

his heart feels like it going to burst from all the happiness and love he feels. butterflies erupting in his stomach - this is blissful.

he reaches for his phone, careful not to wake you. he checks the time, which is currently past 1 am, meaning the band members will be back any minute now. he quickly snaps a photo of you, squealing silently to himself before saving it at his wallpaper. he kisses the top of your head gently, stroking your hair as the band members barge in in their usual noisy manner

“can't believe you lost at rock paper scissors, yet again changbin!” Chan states, the members laughing as they all pile in.

“he just sucks, that's all!” Seungmin says with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“YA! I do not suck, okay! just... bad luck” Changbin says in his usual loud tone. normally, Jisung wouldn't mind all the noise and commotion, but when he sees your nose scrunch up and a hand rubbing your eye slowly, he frowns

“hey uhm. I don't wanna sound like that guy, but could yall just keep the noise down a lil.”

the guys look at Jisung, then you before laughing softly.

“sorry, Ji!” Changbin apologies. Jisung smiles before shaking his head.

“did she really fall asleep on you?” Minho does his short, rapid blinks, not being able to gauge the scene in front of him.

“yeah.” jisung looks down at your sleeping frame, smiling softly and lovingly at you. “yeah, she did but she's adorable so I don't mind.”

→ TAGS [open]: @chaneomma | @sstarryoong | @meltheninja13 | @laylasbunbunny

#💀👑#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts #stray kids soft thoughts #stray kids soft hours #han jisung #jisung #han jisung fluff #jisung fluff #han jisung x you #han jisung x reader #jisung x you #jisung x reader #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 2 years

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Ehem…may i request some content on reader that draws (again) 🥺 kyojuro has really pretty eyes right? And so i wanna know what his response would be if reader mid sketching tells him that, and that they’d like to try and paint his eyes some time soon (as in ask him to be a model) 👀✨how would that conversation go?

a/n: im finALLY writing again- who knows how long this brain blast will last LOL - E im sorry this took so long!! thanks for being patient with me lol ;n;

-x-x-x-

it's become a very common occurrence that kyojuro is present during your downtime- whether than be reading, resting or indulging yourself in your hobbies

your hobby in art still fascinates him and entertains him

he really likes checking on your progress from time to time to see how you start and how you do things to get the end result

he's also verY supportive in your process- even if you say that you hate it even though youre not close to finishing, he makes sure you have enough encouragement to keep going!

kyojuro is 'trust the process personified and put through an amplifier

its in one of your sit-ins that he's reading a book that had been recommended to him through senjuro that you find yourself watching him instead of the other way around

instead of sitting in your art room, you were both sitting out on the engawa enjoying the weather with your sketchbook in your lap

you sketched whatever you saw, a tree, a flower, a patch of grass, a quick sketch of a bird before it flew away

it's getting later in the day and the golden hour is just around the corner of the clock

the golden hour is the best time of day for kyojuro- there was no question about it. it made him seem like a walking candle- burning brightly and lighting up whatever area he wander in

bring warmth with him along with his light

his eyes were the most brilliant of all like the burning wick of a candle that smolders and flickers with embers that fan it's own flames

he looks up from his reading momentarily to check on you beside him, maybe ask if he could see how far you've gotten in your sketching but was shocked to see you already looking at him

it wasn't like you to get distracted in the middle of a piece since you get so absorbed in your work

had something happened while he was distracted perhaps?

"Is something wrong, my dear?"

"you know," you start and his book gently closes, one of his fingers between the pages to keep his place while he offers you his undivided attention

"has anyone told you the sun looks good on you?"

he laughs at your compliment, and you don't even find it in you to be embarrassed because it was so very true

the sun did look good on him

tremendously good

"what brought that on?"

"it's just a fact," you tell him before using the back end of your pencil to move his hair around and open up the side of his face to show off his sideburns

the way your pencil cast a shadow over one of his eyes and left the other to glow in the early evening sunlight made you realize something

"i'd really love to paint your eyes kyojuro"

he says nothing as you start murmuring to yourself

"the way they still seem to glow even under a shadow, and this time of day is the perfect time for them to shine. they're such a pretty color too"

"you think my eyes are pretty?" he asks and of course, your flabbergasted that he could even think you didn't think that!

"obviously! not only are they pretty, they're emotional eyes. you can convery so many feelings through them without even speaking."

"i've never been told that before," he told you clearing his throat. "I must say, i am rather embarassed to hear you say so."

you laughed at him, leaning into his sholder as he ruffled at the hair you had previously been holding away from his face with your pencil

"thank you for saying so, my dear"

"i'm always willing to state the obvious- just for you though"

later on when it's far too dark to read or sketch anymore, you both head back inside and he stops you as you put away your sketchbook and pencil

the flickering candles and dim lighting of the indoors suits his eyes well too you can't help but notice

"do you really want to paint me- my eyes?"

"are you offering?" the way you said it with so much hope and excitement made him feel bashful in a new way he hadn't felt with anyone else

how could he ever turn you down when you seem so excited?

short answer: he couldn't

even shorter answer: why would he?

-x-x-x-

a/n pt.2 : i'm out of practice okAY

#kyojuro rengoku #rengoku x reader #rengoku fluff #rengoku scenario #rengoku headcanons #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro fluff #demon slayer rengoku #kimestu no yaiba rengoku #kny #demon slayer

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galacticgraffiti · 2 years

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✿ Baati’gar ✿

Wordcount: ~800

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: slightly ill!reader, Wolffe taking care of you, some mildly lewd comments and innuendos, mostly just so much fluff

I am dedicating this ficlet to my beloved @pinkiemme who deserves the world and so much more. Love you babes 🥺❤️‍🔥

.•°°•. ✿ .•°°•.✿ .•°°•.✿ .•°°•.

Wolffe’s nose nudges yours.

“You awake, pretty girl?”

“No,” you groan and pull the blanket up. “Everything hurts.”

Wolffe grunts, placing one hand on your forehead.

“You’re hot,” he states. You snort and let the blanket sink down a bit to wiggle your eyebrows.

“Aren’t I always?”

Wolffe rolls his eyes.

“No joking about you being sick, you won’t distract me. You caught something.”

You roll to your side, groaning quietly when your aching joints refuse to cooperate. Wolffe’s large hands settle on your shoulders.

“Nuh-uh, you stay right where you are,” he commands.

“Yes Sir,” you mumble, earning an exasperated sigh from Wolffe. You chuckle quietly, then suppress a hiss when your head starts pounding. Wolffe, of course, hears you anyways.

“What is it, cyar’ika?” His face is carved in stone, but the worry in his voice impossible to overhear if you know him.

“My head hurts,” you murmur. Wolffe nods matter-of-factly, and swings his legs off the bed.

“Stay right there, sweetheart. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You try to protest weakly, but there is no force behind you words.

“I won’t hear it,” Wolffe calls over his shoulder as he rummages through the medkit in the fresher. “You’re sick, cyar’ika. You deserve to be taken care of.”

“‘s not your job,” you grumble, pressing your thumbs into your eye sockets to stop your head from pounding so hard you can barely breathe.

“Not my job, no,” Wolffe murmur. You flinch, you didn’t hear him come up to your side. A cold pack is placed on your forehead and you sigh in relief. Wolffe clicks his tongue. “Not my job. But my responsibility, sweetheart. And I want it to be. Let me take care of you.”

His voice is unexpectedly soft, and when you open your eyes to look up at him, you melt at the expression on his face. Instead of protesting more, you simply hum, and close your eyes again. Wolffe feeds you some bacta, and laughs at the faces you make at the stale taste. He makes tea for you, feeds you some porridge, he lets you lay on him with your head in his lap and gently massages your scalp until your headache is gone entirely.

You sigh and relax into him, falling asleep more than once. When you wake up, he is always still there, quietly holding you.

The day passes like this, quiet and content. You watch holo vids together, although you sleep through half of them. Wolffe makes broth - an excellent choice since it is the only thing he has the skills to cook - and lets you sleep and sleep and sleep. You fall asleep to his voice quietly humming a faint melody, a song you have never heard before but that bears the universal comfort of a lullaby in its tune.

When you truly wake up for the first time, it is already dark outside, Wolffe asleep beside you with a datapad on his chest. You pull yourself up to kiss his cheek, and he stirs under your touch.

“You feeling better, sweet girl?” His voice is rough with sleep. You smile softly at him.

“Mhm, all better. Thanks to you,” you kiss his cheek again. “My hero.”

Wolffe grumbles something under his breath, but you swear you can feel the flush in his cheeks against yours.

“I feel disgusting,” you complain eventually. “I’m gonna take a bath, I think.”

“Hmm,” Wolffe hums, his hand slipping around your waist and squeezing gently. “Want me to come with you?”

“What exactly are you implying, Commander?” you smirk at the insinuation. Wolffe’s hands slip down and down, pinching your thigh before settling on the swell of your ass.

“I’m implying whatever you feel up for, pretty girl. Let’s not overdo it, though. I’ll get into the tub with you if that’s… something you want.”

“Hm-hm,” you sigh. “That sounds perfect.”

“Good.” Wolffe groans when he gets up, but shushes you when you inquire concernedly. “My leg fell asleep is all. Come on, sweetheart.”

Strong arms wrap around you and lift you up bridal style. Wolffe carries you to the fresher, letting you cling to him until the tub is filled up. You moan when you slip into the warm water, and smile up at him, tugging at his hand.

“Come on in, baby.”

Wolffe snorts at the pet name, but he holds his tongue, quickly divesting himself and sliding into the tub behind you. Thick thighs wrap around you as he sighs in deep contentment.

“Thank you,” you whisper into the quiet room. Wolffe pressed his lips into your hair.

“Ba’gedet’ye, ner kar’ta.”

.•°°•. ✿ .•°°•.✿ .•°°•.✿ .•°°•.

Baati’gar - (roughly) Caring for you

Ba’gedet’ye, ner kar’ta - You are welcome, sweetheart.

Taggies for some moots 🥰

@baba-fett @cyarbika @thebitchformerlyknownaskenobi @twistedstitcher27 @rexxdjarin @rain-on-kamino @purgetrooperfox @rowansparrow @maybege @fett-djarin @ashotofspotchka @thefact0rygirl @rescuethewretched @clonecyare @tenderclio @maygalodon @spaceydragons @equalityforcats @solidago-sempervirens @rexscyarika @damerondala @shadesofshatteredblue @nahoney22 @ulchabhangorm

#commander wolffe #fluff #wolffe x reader #wolffe x you #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #galawrites #gifts for friends

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blushedfemme · 20 hours

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I’m not a stone butch myself, though am the type of service top that can happily go without. Generally if I want to be touched it’s once in a while, very gently, in between the four or so times I’m giving. Regardless, I just want to say as someone who isn’t stone that that the way you are is complete and perfect and good. I love and appreciate and know stone butches and I love and appreciate and know how important high femmes are to them. Everyone who gets all fucked about pillow princesses can’t get past their own limited perspective and understand what a relief it is for stone butches to find a high femme, to find a sexual partner that doesn’t pressure them into something they don’t really want or very very rarely want, who takes it personally, etc. I’ve seen that look of relief over beers at the bar, when a friend finally finds that genuinely liberating sex. Even for me, who isn’t stone, sex with high femmes has helped me figure out who I am and has been complete and perfect and good (so good).

I want to say that sometimes this negativity towards high femmes comes from a place of trauma. Some of us came out in small towns or otherwise stifling circumstances where our only encounters were with ostensibly straight women who found us good enough to fuck them but not good enough to fuck back. Although that’s no excuse for turning your hurt into an attack on stone identities, I also understand that hurt and I hope those people can heal.

Mostly I think it’s just entitlement. Jealousy that they find someone hot and they aren’t available to them because they don’t have sex the way they want to have sex. Too fucking bad.

I really need more people to pick up a book or look up some old zines and learn our history.

Anyway. You don’t need anyone to validate you but I really wanted to say don’t listen to those idiots.

-🧰 (this is the barbecue anon btw 😉)

oh man i’m getting kinda emotional about this…🥺 thank you so so much for reaching out, i can’t tell you how much it means to me.

the way you spoke about the relief on your stone butch friends’ faces 🥹💕 god, that’s everything. i hope i can help give someone that sense of relief and safety someday. thank you for speaking so kindly about your experiences with stone femmes, it’s validating to hear that sex with us can be complete and good in its own right.

also there’s a lot of diversity within stone and the ways we like to receive and give. for example, i have touched a partner, both directly and indirectly, to give them pleasure, and would again. i have eaten out a partner and would again. there are stone femmes who wouldn’t do those things, and they’re wonderful and sexy and skilled, but it’s weird when ppl automatically assume a stone femme won’t touch a partner below the belt in any way bc some of us do! we just do it very carefully and on our own terms. the only thing i really can’t do is penetrating a partner. dysphoria is the best word to describe the feeling it gives me. once i put on the harness as a joke and looked in the mirror and it made me nauseous lol.

and thank you so much for providing insight into the other perspective, of bad experiences with “straight” women leading to pain around lack of reciprocity in the bedroom. i know how true that is. almost every queer person i’ve ever had a deep conversation with has a story like that. it helps me to understand where this disdain comes from and to hold compassion. 💞

#clarke answers #stone identity #🧰 anon #i’m very glad to hear from you again btw 🤭💖 i really enjoyed your ask~#and love the toolbox emoji 😘#long post

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kedsandtubesocks · 10 months

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WE'RE STARTING SPOOKY SEASON EARLIER IM SOOOOOO EXCITED OMG

okay okay i wanna hear your opinion on pedro boys and what monsters they would be !!!!

LETS START SPOOKY SUMMER OFF RIGHT AND IM SO GLAD ITS WITH YOU BB thank you for sending this amazing ask in 🥺🎃 ✨

Okay…this is something I know we’ve talked about many times in our deep discussions but now that I think about the other boys I’m like “…oh shit” so here we GO LOL

Javi P: a type of were-creature, I love the idea of Javi having the ties to a Texas and Latino based monster and as someone who’s great tia swore she saw the chupacabra and then knowing there’s a monster/beast I’ve heard legend about living in the hill country, theres something familiar and close knit tradition about were-creatures based in local and cultural urban legends that fits Javi’s vibes about being so connected to his home

Pero T: yes he is a peak werewolf but I will say this until I write the fic but he is a lake monster, creature from the black lagoon style, he lurks likes his isolation and is aware to his surroundings. He would do perfect as a lake monster simply surviving as a grumpy hiding monster under the waves

Marcus Pike: DRAGON!!! Grand beautiful majestic creatures that hoard precious things? Marcus is all about the arts and seeing the beauty in everything, those vibes just make me think of him as this beautiful grand dragon that hoards art until he finds you his most precious treasure

Dave York: something demonic, he always reminds me of the Lucifer figure - this perfect soldier who followed orders until he questioned his existence and is now disillusioned and corrupt living on his own terms now

Frankie: my sweet werewolf boy, loyal big and forever protective and will bare his fangs whenever he feels threatens and has a bit of a temper, also can you imagine how COZY HE WOULD BE??

Din: ghost, he’s a ghost that’s simply living in this strange beskar armor but his spirit is so strong and righteous that it stays alive and haunts his armor. But he is tender and speaks with the softest whispers in the wind, like a echo you wonder if you even heard in the first place

Joel: a ghost like Din but a much scarier version, like a spirit of vengeance that is violent and fierce, powerful in its rage but a known protector that watches over anyone who walks home alone at night, he sits in the trees with eyes that are so dark they blend with the night

Jack: Vampire, suave a bit extravagant and luxurious and I only am doing this cause I want him to make all the stupid vampire puns and even has fake vampire plastic teeth he playfully uses from time to time, also can you imagine him slick gelled hair back super classic Dracula style?? 😮‍💨

Dieter: shapeshifter, he’s a man of many faces and many roles that you wonder if he even knows what his true self looks like anymore, goes into how he’s an actor and I think there’s so many layers to dieter that he keeps up to make sure no one truly knows him

Ezra: eldritch space creature, has many eyes speaks in many voices that seem out of this realm but he is kind and moves very gently. He is wise beyond his years and is interested in all things human, but like any eldritch creature it can be tricky and turn on a whim when need be

Javi G: Mothman!! Super sweet and chattery and is kind of an odd ball but simply wants to be left alone in the woods but remains curious about the world around him, holds a certain charm to him but is still a dangerous creature underneath it all

Wow I ramble away with these I’m SORRY

#this was written in my kitchen cause I got POSSESSED ERI #THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO MEEEE #also thank you thank you so much I love you wow #long post #Pedro boys #asks and such things 💌#Eri’s tag 🐝 ✨#e babbles #Pedro boys 🤎

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minevn · 10 months

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NO BECAUSE I WANT TO TREAT YANI RIGHT…holding her close and kissing her and telling him that he’s perfect just the way she is, that I’d never want her to change anything about himself and that it’s okay if they don’t quite know who they are yet, because I’ll be there to help them find out 🥺 goodness let me give this poor boy a hug

You lay in your shared bed with Yani. It's late at night, but you can't find it in yourself to sleep, you cant stop thinking about the pink haired weirdo(Affectionately) next to you. The more you think about Yani and who they are, the more it upsets you. You want Yani to be able to be themself around you, even if they don't know themselves, you wanna help them discover themselves, or at least be there for them while they do it. Unfortunately, your tossing and turning woke Yani up.

"Honey pie? What's wrong? Nightmare? Can't sleep?" Yani voice is groggy as she turns to face you.

"Yani, you know I love you, right? I love you so much." You face Yani as well and meet her pink eyes in the dark. Yani's eyes widen as he scans your face. A rare gentle and calm smile lights up Yani's face and they go to stroke the side of your face.

"Heheh, I looooove you MC! I love you sooo-"

"You're perfect the way you are. I don't want you to change yourself for me, or for anyone else. You don't have to." You meet its eyes, determined to get your genuine feelings across. You scoot closer to her and hold her gently, pressing kisses to her shoulder, neck and cheek.

"...I-I don't....know... I don't KNOW who I am though..." Yani, leans into your touch, holding you back. You can't see it, but Yani's usual smile fades and her eyes are filled with sorrow as she recalls everything she's been through, everything that has hurt her.

"That's okay, Yani. It's okay if you don't know who you are yet. We can find that out together. I'll be by your side no matter what, you can hold my hand every step of the way. I love you." You smile softly in resolution, and for the first time in your relationship you hear Yani sob and feel their tears staining your shirt. "It's gonna be okay, I'm right here, here where I'm always gonna be." For the first time in years, Yani truly believes that everything WILL be okay, because she has you. She loves you so so so SO much.

#💝-minevn #visual novel #yandere vn #🎤-asks #💕-yani #🥀-Angst

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quartztwst · 6 months

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dear quartz,

i love azul more than you do. i treat him WAY better than you ever could. he literally lives with me and late at night we're both asleep in (THE SAME) bed, i spoon him (ROMANTICALLY) and hold him tight to keep all the nightmares and monsters away. 😾 and then as soon as he wakes up, i have a full 3 course 5 star michelin worthy breakfast waiting for him right at the dinner table in front of his super comfy ultra soft extremely expensive chair. (which i will be sitting in and he'll be on my lap ROMANTICALLY) and once my perfect wife finishes eating, ill help him with all of his (boring) paperwork and attend to his every need while hes busy making us some money. once my beautiful amazing sweet adorable wife finishes his work and hes finally able to listen to me and spend time with me, we go out for lunch (ROMANTICALLY) at the most expensive restaurant in the world where they make food without calories that actually tastes good. (im paying of course i cant have my wife paying for us on a date) as soon as we get home, we do some gardening in our backyard and i plant all of my wifes favorite flowers so that i can make him an ultimate bouquet on our anniversary. (ROMANTICALLY) after a tiring long while of gardening, i bring my wife inside and cook dinner for him. while he works on his business papers, im in the kitchen cooking up a nice and delicious meal just for my beautiful wife. in 0.1 seconds, i finish cooking (because i cant have my wife waiting ofc) and we both eat and feed eachother little bites. (ROMANTICALLY) as soon as dinner is finished, we both get up and wash the dishes together. my wife insisted on helping me because he loves me (hes so sweet and nice and perfect) while washing the dishes, we playfully (AND ROMANTICALLY) splash water at eachother and play with the soup bubbles a bit. as soon as dishes are done, we watch his favorite movie ever (its called barbie and the three musketeers) and cuddle up on the couch with my arms around his waist and his head on my shoulder. (ROMANTICALLY) as soon as he falls asleep on the couch i immediately carry him up to our bedroom and gently put him to bed, careful not to wake him up. i then go to bed myself and spoon my wife in my arms until its time to wake up tomorrow. (ROMANTICALLY)

anygays this is one of ur anon pookies so guess who!! :3

Omg that's super cute

If me and azul were even friends, I'd smack him on the back of the neck and hold his hand 🥺🥺

Am I romantic enough like you?? 🥺🥺🥺

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weird-dere-fics · 10 months

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A little birdy told me you were having period cramps so I came here as fast as I possibly could to send you some Ichigo n' Bakugou lovin'

As insufferable as they both are with their trademark snark and brash attitudes, they're both very, very perceptive men and they're quick to pick up on you trying to hide the period pains and the cramps that come with it

Bakugou speaks in a much softer tone, his touch lingering over your skin for a couple seconds longer whenever he strokes your shoulder. He's seen first hand from his mother about just how bad monthly pangs can get and he's both gentle, yet firm, to offer you a massage. If you try to deny his offer, he shakes his head and he's already guiding you towards the bedroom

"Stop trying to fuckin' hide it and sit down," sounds suspiciously a lot like 'just let me take care of you' and there's a hint of concern in that low growl of his

He's insistently stubborn, refusing to budge or let you go until he's absolutely sure that the tension in your shoulders has alleviated. After tending to your body, he cooks up your favourite meal, having perfected it down to the very last detail

Ichigo is just a liiittle bit more insufferable when he notices that you're in a pretty bad mood. That boy likes to taunt and push you around in a playful manner, but when you snap back at him, baring your teeth, he backs off with wide eyes and raised brows

He honestly looks like some kind of bristled cat

He watches you stalk off in tense silence, wanting to ask a sassy, 'Jeez, what's eating your ass this morning?' but he just barely manages to hold his tongue back from muttering the words out of his smart mouth

Instead, he lets out a small sigh, and approaches you in an apologetic manner; gently wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back flush to his firm chest, before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, the bridge of his nose ghosting along your warm skin

"Twyla... " He murmurs your name quietly, his voice much more softer than usual, with his lips peppering tiny kisses all along the side of your throat, and he picks up on all of the sensitive spots that make you shiver

Me reading this in real time:

Knifie I will let u kith me back a thousand times and then I will proceed to kiss u back AGAIN another 10,000 times.

Pls I love them both so much :((((( 💖💖💖💖

Love how attentive Bakugou is here, n how he gently forces his way into taking care of me cus knowing me, if I thought it was inconveniencing him I prolly would decline. Crying at how I would be thanking him n telling him he didn’t have to and he just gets annoyed and straight up says “Let me love you, shitty woman” with a bit of a chuckle. He’s so sweet to me. It isn’t u til after the massage that I notice his lingering touches, the extra warmth, eye— 🥹🥹🥹.

And Ichigo? Man 🧎🏾‍♀️. We prolly would push each others buttons at times when teasing each other, but I appreciate so much that he can realize sometimes it’s the wrong time and that he goes to make up for it 🥺. I would melt very shortly after he murmurs my name during his embrace, starting to cry once he starts kissing my skin. Would feel so bad about snapping like that and absolutely crave the warmth he’s offering pls, I would crumble 😭😭😭. The way he chooses to go after me instead of leaving me be to stew on things 🥹🥹🥹. I love him so fucking much.

Thank you sm knifie I am coming to your house with treats and a plushie of a little spider with a knife and another smol plushie of a black bird with a red (hawks) feather in its beak.

#I love u knifie 🥺😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#self shipping type beat 🔊🎵🤎#somft girl hours #comfort #dere x ichigo <3 #dere x bakugou <3 #moot affection uwu #dere fics convo

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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years

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I love your voice sm 🥺💙💙💙

Whenever I heard you say “Hello my love” in the voice ask responses I just NWKSJXIXJSKDJDKDN

My little heart feels so soft it’s like you’re verbally hugging me bro 😭💜💜💜

I hope this doesn’t sound weird but like,,, I think it matches ur face perfectly too. Like y’know when you see someone and imagine what their voice is like and the you actually hear it and it makes so much more sense than what you imagined? Kinda like that lol. Not sure if I ever deeply thought about what your voice might be like after seeing ur face but I think I would have imagined it being higher?

But no, the real thing is perfect and if it were a physical being I would feed it so many treats and kiss it’s head and pet it and hold it like always hekdhdidhdudujd.

I love u sm 😘💋❤️❤️❤️

STOP THIS IS SO SWEEET HELLO!!! WHAT IF I HUG YOU RIGHT NOW!!!!! im glad when people like.. enjoy my voice it makes me very tender and warm lmao.

it doesn't sound weird at all, i get that all the time!! i am very girly looking in the pictures i post buy my voice is a lot deeper than that LMAOOO and i def have that with mutuals when i hear their voice and its diff but im like!!! it suits you perfectly are u kiddin me.

PERFECT THAT'S SOO SWEET. i am holding u so gently in my palms!!!! i love u back sm MWAH

#return to sender #hall of fame

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celeste-clearwater-06 · 2 years

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Holidays with Thorin's Co. // The Fellowship (Headcanons)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!! This post is to show how grateful I am for my now 200 followers!! <3

It's insane to think how far I've come in less than a year!!

This list of headcanons was also made in hopes to comfort those that don't have the Holidays to spend with friends or family, because I promise there are :( The Company (slightly featuring the fellowship) is proud and more than delighted to be your family this year <3

(I made these as long and as gender neutral as I could, just so you all can savor the holidays for as long as possible 😊)

Happy Holidays My Lovelies! 💜💜

⚜ Happy Holidays ⚜

Your Holidays are very different and foreign to theirs, so it's up to you to introduce it to them 💜

And as Dwarves (and a hobbit) you know they have no problem throwing a great party full of food

It was decided (by Gandalf no less) to hold it in Bag End, since that where your first-ever meeting was, to begin with

And everyone was more than eager to listen to ideas and instructions to make this new holiday just perfect 🥰

Bag End smells of cinnamon and ale, wine and vanilla, and just a hint of the smoke floating from the fireplace

Bilbo, of course, you entrusted with the significant task of preparing most of the meals 🥰

with the helping hands of Ori, Bombur, and a low and behold, incredibly confused Thorin, trying his absolute hardest to be of his loves assistance 💜

*Thorin confusedly smacking the dough on its plate*

Bilbo - "oHnonoNO, Thorin, dear, that's not how you knead it! 😅"

Dori freaking the HELL out about the fancy napkins, and constantly chiding his younger brother for his blasted thievery

"Nori! Bless the Valar, get your filthy hands off of that cutlery!"

Dwarves scuttling in and out of the pantry to move food into the dining hall (and grab a few pre-meal snacks 😉)

Gandalf is wondering about Bag End, puffing his pipe and observing the merry gathering with a gentle smile

Any unlit candle that he sees, he lights with his fingers to pass the time 🕯️

And in the living room, Bofur is sitting near the hearth of Bag End's fireplace, and telling great tales of The Reclamation of Erebor to a teeny-tiny Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee, eyes aglow with wonder and sitting cross-legged as they stare in wonder at his exaggerated movements and gestures 🥰

The two young halflings couldn't be more ecstatic about these great adventures, and the way their "Great Uncle Bofur" puffs on his pipe and whispers dramatically with the descriptions of Smaug the terrible

Just down the hall, Gloin and Fìli jest about his younger brothers unabashed staring at Tauriel, as she gently warms up to some of the other kind-hearted company gathered in the Hobbit Hole 🥴

Little Gimli stomping around with his wooden spear and being chased by a very energetic young Merry and Pippin

In the sitting room where Bofur continues his story, you've claimed a space with Dìs in the corner, both decorating a Fir tree that Bifur had dragged down from the mountains himself, with some makeshift ornaments contributed by the group 😊

They include...

A little wooden bear carved graciously by Bofur

Some painted leaves, crafted and garnished by Bilbo

A fine garland of precious jewels that Thorin was happy to contribute from his sacred treasure room 🥰

Some glorious stone trinkets shipped from the great city of Dale

A raven, emerald and gold, that took Dwalin months to create

A chess piece Nori had managed to snatch from Beorn's Barn years ago

Flower crowns, from Tauriel, a token of her welcoming to the family 🥺

A tiny little dagger that Fìli smithed just for the tree

And on the top, a star that Elrond gifted you with, a crystalline, glass shape that glinted acutely from the glow of a nearby fireplace

Dìs had practically taken you in as family since your first introductions, and she was more than happy to help with your tree

It was a sight to be marveled at, to say the least, earning gasps of astonishment as races all alike passes through the shared space

Pats on the back and compliments from all around the house

Balin assisting you with some of the trim, because he IS #2 GRANDPA (along with Gandalf ofc 😌)

Gandalf scolding Merry and Pippin for bumping into him as he tries to shuffle past him through a doorway

"Those two... They'll be trouble someday, im sure of it... 🙄"

After having previously explained the purpose of mistletoe, Kìli feels the need to drag Tauriel under every one that hangs in a round doorway, that sappy little dwarf 🥰

Snow in the Shire is exceptionally rare

So it was safe to say that shouts of excitement were heard from the small hobbits and little Gimli as they watched flakes flutter down from the sky

They all begged to go outside

Except for little Samwise, he asked very politely 😌

So, the dwarves and Bilbo agreed, layering up some of their massive, warm clothing so that the children were all stomping about with fluffy woolen layers

*Frodo bumping into the door, because Bofur's giant hat entirely covers his tiny head 🥰*

It's not much snow, but enough to stick to the ground and have the little ones squealing in excitement for a while

"Come on Auntie/Uncle Y/N!!"

Pippin and Merry trying to drag you out into the snow with them

You happily oblige of course, you wouldn't want to miss the hobbits first snow ☺

Kìli, Fìli, and Ori, join the four of you outside, already accustomed to the chilly weather (since they live in the mountains, this weather was hardly cold to them 💜)

And of course, what better way to teach the young ones about the wonders of snow than Kìli chucking a poor excuse of a snowball at your face

He's started a war that he won't finish

You are a GOD at throwing snowballs, Little known fact

And once you have all of the children fighting for your vengeance, there's no winning for the poor dwarrow

Small Gimli - "We'll avenge you, Lady//Sir Y/N!! Attack the filthy Orc! 😠"

Kìli - "😰"

Immediately, Kìli is pelted with hundreds of snowballs, and His elder brother reeling in the snow with Ori as he helplessly begs for assistance 😂

After a while, the halflings start to get a bit cold, and supper is ready, you all decide to head inside

Dinner was... excitable to say the least 😅

Bilbo having flashbacks of their first unexpected meeting in this very place...

*shudders*

Food is passed around, loud voices shouting and it all seems a bit overwhelming for Tauriel 😅

Shouts of merriment, drinking ale, singing

Food is being thrown, belching ensues

*Confused, slightly terrified Tauriel*

*Merry and Pippin having the best night of their lives-*

All the storytelling you could ever ask for 😌💜

The dwarves helping entertain the kids with their impressive cleanup and singing skills, that still makes Bilbo anxious

After supper, tired little Frodo and Sam crawling up into Auntie// Uncle Y/N's lap, full-bellied hobbits yawning and stretching with smiles on their faces ☺

Gimli and the cousins are still a bit rowdy afterward, and Gloin chases the three around to coax them from their energy high 😂

"Git back here, ya wee rascals!"

*Adorable squealing and laughing as they hide behind Auntie Dìs* 🥺

Eventually, the children settle down a bit, and everyone (who could fit) has gathered in the Living room are laughing with ale and wine and tea, sharing embarrassing stories from their childhood, and the great quest a few years prior 💜

Fìli - "I do NOT scream like a bloody woman! My voice just slipped, I swear!"

A very affluent feeling Thorin playing his harp for everyone in the living room

*Bilbo smiling like an idiot 🥴*

Eventually, you need to refill your ale, so Thorin hesitantly offers to take Frodo, and Tauriel, Sam

Little do you know, the two hobbit cousins seem to be planning something as you get up 👀

A little Pippin pulls on your sleeve asking for help with something as you stand in the kitchen and drags you down along the hallway as best as he can 🥺

And through the next doorway appears Merry, tugging a very confused Fìli right along with him

They seem to be headed towards each other...

To an empty doorway...

Where a mistletoe hangs 💜

*nervous sweating* 😳

Somehow, these what... 20 lb? Hobbit children shove the both of you into each other under this blessed greenery

"Come on then Uncle Fìli, give them a kiss!" *kissy faces* 😇

"Its only fair! They saved you from the dreaded Azog!" *attempted eyebrow wiggle* 😏

Fìli is clearly flustered, but you're sure it's not as bad as you since he's playing off his blush with a raised brow as he stares up

The cousins shove you even closer together, chests pressed together and eyes wide open...

Finally, with a shrug, Fìli lifts himself up on his toes and places a chaste kiss against your lips 💜

Kìli, from the other room -"AYE! AMAD, THEY'RE SNOGGING!" 😂

Both very flustered, the two of you join everyone back in the sitting room, a Hobbit in each pair of arms 🥰

You lean against the doorway, Pippin snuggled into your side, and Fìli takes a seat next to his brother

Thorin continues to play his harp, but not without a pointed look towards his blonde nephew

Frodo and Sam are in a deep sleep, curled up against each other on Gandalf's lap as he sits in an undersized armchair 💜

Ori sits in the corner, next to his older brothers, and nose shoved in his sketchbook, occasionally peering up at the be magnificent fir tree that you'd trimmed 😊

Bifur explains to Dìs the art of hunting rabbits in khuzdul, as she responds just as ecstatically

And a cheeky looking grin from Fìli, across the room 🥴

Looking around this space, filled with kind faces, warm laughter, and complete adoration

You just know

All you need is right here in front of you

And you couldn't ask for anything more <3

⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸

Happy Holidays

People who might enjoy :) -

@kumqu4t @tolkien-fantasy @blueberryrock @to-be-frank-i-dont-care @luna-xial @legolaslovely @fizzyxcustard @pistachiozombie @imaginexhobbit @trxblemaker @beenovel

Ty :)

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sunlightbabe · 2 years

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Do you have any soft/domestic Damiano hcs? I've had such a unexpected crappy day and I do with some comfort and that's what your writing is to me🥰

i've been 🥺🥰🥺 ever since i got this message tbh!! i am so glad that my writing is a comfort to you and i really, truly hope your day ends on a bright note babe <333333

for existing hcs: a quiet morning when you're not feeling your best, a big bear hug from damiano, a small thing about reading with damiano & a cutesy first kiss

under the cut is just a bunch of cute little moments that i think scream "soft comfort" 💛💛💛

imagine going to a shelter and adopting a pet with damiano?? he would lean towards the cats obviously, and i think you could convince him to adopt a dog maybe, but please imagine damiano falling head over heels in love with the softest little ball of fluff. it's a kitten, all black and fuzzy and with ears that are just a little too big for its head. it's not the first one to come stumbling towards you guys, but it watches you both the entire time and the moment damiano picks him up to say hello?? the little fella starts to purr so loud that his body actually shakes with it and you can see the look in damiano's eyes that This Is The One (bonus points: it also gets a quirky little name, like sneakers)

the first snow of the year!!! the air is cold and crisp and the city is quiet as you both head outside, gloved hand in hand, giggling and hushing each other because it's super late at night and you don't want to wake the neighbors. the snow comes down gently- more like a fine powder than actual flakes, just a serene dusting that sticks to the roads and trees and buildings. you both stick your tongues out to see who can be the first to catch some on their tongue and damiano tries to make a snowball, but it's not wet enough. you can see your breaths coming out in little puffs and damiano's nose is already starting to get cold. it's cute. like, really, really cute, and you can't help but gently smooch the tip of it

damiano would love to share clothes with you, especially soft and snuggly sweaters, i just know it. if you're smaller? he loves how his clothing rests on you, how you seem to get swallowed up by the fabric. same size? makes shopping awfully convenient! he'll raid your closet for that one sweater you always wear on the weekend. you're bigger? perfect, damiano loves to grab your sweaters and wear them, claiming that it's like getting a super long and lingering hug from you. before he goes away on tour, he's sure to wear one around the house the night before. doesn't matter if it's his or yours or one you share, he just knows you appreciate being able to wear it and smell him on it while he's away

please imagine teaching this man how to roller skate. he's confident at first, claims he can learn anything in just a few minutes, brags about how you're going to eat his dust. for someone who wears heeled and platformed boots, damiano does not do well with wheels at all. he's like a baby giraffe, all gangly and awkward, arms flailing about as he tries not to fall down. eventually you take pity on him and gently holding his hands, you guide him around the rink. whether or not he actually learns how to be more stable on his feet is forever a mystery, because once your hands are in his? he's not letting go

#ask #anon #writing tag #damiano david blurb #damiano david x reader

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cheolbooluvr · 3 years

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Hey!! For the milestone prompt game: Love, Bed Sharing, and Snowed In with S.Coups?

i love these combos that y’all are coming to me with 🥺 snow is so romantic asdhkfjdal T^T this one makes me so soft (even softer than i already am for one choi seungcheol) and i hope you enjoy it!!

this is part of my milestone prompt game!

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my only sunshine

pairing: seungcheol x reader

genre: fluff, so much fluff, established relationship

word count: 820

warnings: cursing, reference to lady gaga's infamous copypasta which mentions vomiting (but not the actual action)

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When your eyes adjusted to the grey light coming through your windows, you rolled over to check the time. 8:08 AM. Since it was Saturday, you didn’t have to go to work today. Even if they wanted to call you in, it would be impossible given the rate at which snow was falling outside your house. Closing your eyes, you tried to fall asleep again. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Your attempt at sleeping was futile, so you quietly lifted the comforter and threw your legs over the side of the bed. Another futile attempt. Something, or someone rather, was holding you back.

“Where are you going?” You always loved the way his voice sounded when he woke up.

“I’m going to make tea,” you replied to your boyfriend.

“No, don’t go,” he whined, his grip on your shirt holding you back.

“I can’t sleep.”

“I’ll help you fall asleep.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Without a moment’s notice, you were pulled into his arms, your head finding its place snug against his chest.

“Cheol, it’s snowing,” you said. He opened one eye, squinting at the bright light that reflected off the snow.

“That explains why it’s so damn cold,” he mumbled as he pulled the comforter over your two bodies. Warmth emanated from him and his breathing was slow. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Just the stress of work and school. It’s a lot.”

Seungcheol opened his eyes. The morning glow lit your face up and he had never found you more beautiful than in that moment. “Hey,” he whispered quietly. His finger brushed in front of your face and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. You leaned up to look at him, taking note of the small pout he had on his face. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”

“Considering we just woke up, no,” you chuckled. A small laugh left his lips as he poked your side.

“It’s too early for your sass.”

“It’s never too early.”

“Well, I love you.”

“Yeah?” Of course you knew he loved you. And you loved him just as much, if not more. But it didn’t hurt to hear him say it.

“Yeah. I love the way you’re so passionate about the things you love. I love the way your eyes light up when the food comes out at the restaurant, or how every time you eat, it’s like you’re experiencing a spiritual awakening.” Seungcheol ran his fingers mindlessly through your hair, stroking your head gently. “I love that you’re not just a nice person, but a kind person. Someone who is caring and patient to others, especially me. I love how cozy you look wearing my hoodies that are way too big for you.”

You tried to laugh, but all that came out was a huff of air. Your eyelids were becoming too heavy for you to keep open and Seungcheol petting your head only made you sleepier.

“I love that everyday I get to come home knowing that you’ll be here in my arms every night,” he continued, his breath warm against your head with every word he spoke. “I love that despite all my flaws, you accept me for who I am, that you help me grow and become a better person with each and every day. I love that the universe created a person who may not be perfect—”

“Hey,” you interrupted.

“But is perfect for me.” He poked your cheek, eliciting a giggle from you. “You’ve gotta let me finish.”

“Okay, okay, keep going.”

“I’m done.”

“Oh, really?”

“No.” That darn Seungcheol. He could be a brat sometimes. “I could go on for days with all of the reasons why I love you. But most importantly, I love you because you’re you. You’re one of a kind, talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it—”

“Seungcheol, ew!” You poked his side, causing him to flinch and laugh from how ticklish he was.

“You know how important you are to me, right?”

“I think so.”

“Yes or no answers only.”

The corners of your lips quirked up. “Yes.”

“Good. You are my everything, my one and only, my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy~”

If you weren’t so tired, you would have been laughing up a storm, but all you could manage to say was, “You’re such a silly guy.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “But I’m your silly guy.”

And with that, you drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face knowing that you were laying in the arms of the most perfect man who loved you more than anything else in the world.

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pseudofaux · 2 years

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Should you feel inspired, may I pretty please ask for a small bit more of Goldilocks? A day later, a week later, a year later, anything. That glimpse of fantasy of having Shige in the kitchen was *chef's kiss* delicious! A perfect cherry to the whole dessert. Spicy, fluffy, whatever feels right for you 🥺

Thank you for blessing us with your stories and friendship. I am so very excited to see where your journey takes you on original works! (And excited to support in any way I can) ❤❤❤

I owe Goldilocks all to you, and your positive response to it has been so good (and valuable!) in my heart, thank you. I hope this feels like a good followup!

If you've never read Goldilocks, that's right here on tumblr (and also up on Ao3). It's one of my favorite things I've ever written. I don’t think it’s required reading or anything, but do I think this will be more fun if you know the basics of their dynamic from that story.

(Requests are currently closed, I am finishing up what I owe from earlier this year. I will post a masterlist when they are all complete. Thank you for reading!)

They don't get married on a beach, despite all the happy, sandy memories they've made on beaches since the night they met. They don’t have a big wedding, even though they love going to weddings.

They have a small wedding, and they have it on his cousin's boat. Their guests are kind enough to celebrate with them joyfully and then clear out after a nice meal, and the boat is theirs for the next two days before they leave for their honeymoon.

Now that the little party is all over they are alone, and she’s already changed into something small and silky and covered it up with a robe not much bigger (and no less silky), just in case there’s anyone nearby in the marina. But Kojuro bought the slips on either side of Masamune’s, so she doubts it. Those Date boys run sweet and wild, and she’s just gone and married the sweetest and wildest one. It’s really a wonder Shigezane doesn’t have a boat of his own, now that she thinks of it.

She is out on the deck, appreciating the way the moon reflects in gently-moving glimmers of brightest white over the darkness of the water. There’s a comfortable night breeze around her wrists and calves, softer than cool. It reminds her of the reverent way Shigezane touches her when she lets him peel her leggings off after a workout so they can get sweaty together.

There’s a quiet clinking sound getting louder behind her. Her husband is coming up the stairs from the cabin. She turns so she can greet him with a smile.

“Brought champagne for my beautiful wife,” he calls out, just as his beautiful hair-- freshly messed into its usual mop-- peeks out over the top of the stairs. “I didn’t forget glasses this time!”

(The time he did forget glasses, they managed to finish the bottle just fine without them. Their bodies even turned out less sticky the following morning than she feared they would be. And “sucked off Shigezane’s tongue until he whimpers” is her favorite way to drink champagne and she learned that when he forgot the glasses, so she’s willing to consider it all a happy discovery and not a misadventure.)

“That’s good,” she says, giving him the smile she planned to. It gets a little wider than she planned when she sees he’s wearing the wedding night boxers he was so excited to buy, the cheeky, fitted pink with pale gold hearts stitched over the ass. She’s excited to see what those hearts look like now that he’s wearing them instead of holding them up like a science fair trophy. It’s their wedding night and the marina seems empty, so she lets him see the way her gaze lingers on his shorts as she adds, “I would really like to have a drink with my husband.”

He grins so hard she briefly worries for the glass in his hands, but he sets everything down on a table at the top of the stairs and practically skips to her. His strong arms go around her, their warmth the perfect comfort against the mild night air. He’s not too hot, and the air is not too cold. Just right. The silk of her sleeves moves over his bare chest, then his waist, and she finds the good hugging spot around his middle while he holds her and breathes her in.

It’s not hard to kiss his shoulder goodbye when she knows she is only leaving it to kiss his mouth. But when their lips are just shy of connecting, she reminds him: “No running on the boat.”

He stops. “Not even to you?”

“Only if you’re going to save me from falling over.”

“I would never let you fall over,” Shigezane promises, just as sweet and sincere as his vows. He might be a goof, but he is rock solid.

“I know,” she whispers, and finally kisses him. “I love you.”

“Doll,” he says, and it’s dazed and so full of love and sweetness it should be glazed as well. She lets a hand slide up his back until she can touch the ends of the hair at the back of his head. There’s the taste of icing and jam from their wedding cupcakes in his kiss, and she knows it would pair perfectly with champagne.

“Are there cupcakes left?” she asks, grasping at the hair the way he likes.

He makes a series of sounds that start with b, but doesn’t answer her question. So she holds the hair a little tighter.

“Yeah,” he says. His hands are sliding over her robe like he’s trying to plan how to sculpt her. He already knows all the places she likes to be touched and cupped, and the best places to linger. There under the moon on the boat in the quiet, his hands are moving aimless but fast, like he’s searching for something he won’t be able to name until he gets it under his palm.

“Shigezane,” she breathes, and his hands go still, then faster, with more pressure as they move over her. “You didn’t eat them all?”

“Babe, I didn’t,” he promises. His hips buck toward hers, always eager to please. “I want to feed them to you and eat them off you in the morning. I wouldn’t. I had one. There are twelve left.”

When she smiles, he lets out the softest sigh. “Thank you, honey,” she says, and kisses him again. Once she’s gotten him good and breathless--and hard, those wedding boxers better be no better at hiding his ass than they are at hiding his dick-- she gives him one more sweet tug and steps backward out of his arms.

He lets her slip her body even out of his hands, but he looks hurt. She can tell he’s about to talk, so she lays a finger on his lips and shakes her head, smiling. Then she whispers, “Go get us two? That’ll still leave ten for tomorrow.”

The sun is hours away but she swears it rises behind his pretty brown eyes as he recognizes what she means. He kisses her finger, takes his own step back, and turns on his heel.

There are the pale gold hearts on the handsome swell of his ass, and while she usually has no problem waiting, she has to close her hands into fists to keep from reaching for her husband.

“I like your shorts,” she murmurs. He turns his steps into a dramatic strut, and her laugh is low and doesn’t hide how much she likes it. “Hurry,” she coos.

She has half a mind to follow him down into the bedroom, and it is their wedding night… could anyone blame her? She wouldn’t accept it if they tried. But how glorious will it be to see his mouth and chin shining beneath his eyes while the moon watches him between her legs on the deck of the boat? It’s just warm enough, and they will keep each other cozy.

She unties the cushions from the lounge chairs on the deck, but doesn’t remove them. She just wants them ready for later, when Shigezane snaps and begs her to let him pound her through the floor. This deck is textured to help people keep their footing. No need to start married life with a scraped ass, or knuckles.

The champagne bottle calls to her. It would be nice to offer him a glass when he comes back with the cupcakes. Maybe she will give him a little toast. Maybe she will give him a great big toast. She is good at playing it cool, but her love for him is definitely in “great big” territory.

There’s no towel to use to twist the cork, so she undoes the tie on her robe and let it slip off her shoulders until the sleeves pool in each of her waiting hands. She wishes he could have been there to appreciate that view, but there will be other robes. They are just beginning their life together, after all. She thinks on that as she pulls on the edge of the foil at the top of the bottle.

As she doubles the silk over her arm and then works on the wire, she can hear him singing one of his happy, heartfelt songs, and though she only catches a few words of his crooning, he is (always) enough to make her smile.

My wiiiiiife is soooooooo sweet

My wiiiiiife has greatttttt leggggggs

Her… … …theeeeee best

She is going to suck every drop of this champagne off his tongue until the bubbles burn them both. Her cheeks are already burning from smiling so hard.

He’s switched to humming the bridal march as he comes back up the steps with a fancy plate from dinner. Their contract with the caterer did not include any plates left behind… but Shigezane is sneaky about making her happy. He’s also so honest and charming she knows they might have just given it to him with an adoring giggle.

She can’t hold the adoring giggles against anyone. If she were a different type of woman, she would giggle at him every day.

He sings, “Here come the cakes,” low and slow and sweet.

She gets the cork out with a satisfying twist and he clicks his tongue in time with the pop.

“So hot when you do that,” he tells her, just like he does every time. It’s a little rougher this time, which registers in her tummy, different but in line with the sight of the cupcakes.

“Thank you. Put those down,” she tells him with a smile, not taking her eyes off him as she puts the cork and her robe onto the table. She is smiling a lot today. Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be, for a bride? She certainly has the perfect groom. He does exactly as she says.

“Now turn around,” she says, and she takes her eyes off him only so she can pick up one of the champagne flutes.

She watches him and the pouring, and when her view includes his full shoulders and all that is below them, she says, “Stop. Right there. That’s the cake I want.”

He smiles over his shoulder and points at his ass with a finger from each hand right before he flexes a cheek. The way she clears her throat doesn’t quite hide her laugh.

“I love you,” she says, putting down the glass and picking up the other. It seems like it’s time to go in for the kill, so she adds, “Come have some champagne and cupcakes with me... hubby.”

Sometimes he rubs his palm on his belly when he’s excited or nervous, and she wonders why his elbows are jiggling like he is doing that as he turns around. She expected him to groan, or pounce on her. But he is silent, and when she holds out the glass of champagne he goes to his knee and holds out something right back to her. Something that is bright like moonlight on the water.

“Marry me?” he says, grin brightest of all.

He wasn’t rubbing his belly, he was making a tiny loop out of the champagne foil. She swipes it with a grin and says, “Feed me a cupcake and I just might.”

He rises, looking like a man entirely up to that challenge, and takes the champagne from her. “Cupcakes or bubbly first?”

“Bubbly,” she says, quietly and decisively.

He breathes out a thank god, takes a swig, and sets the glass down without swallowing. He steps into her space, puts his hands on her cheeks, and holds her while his mouth goes where it belongs.

#slbp shigezane #SLBP fanfiction #modern au #tarra-lin #pseu slings #goldilocks verse #GODDDDDDDDD this is so much fun to write THANK YOU TARRA <3 <3 <3 #I grinned like a total goob almost the entire time. i love them both a lot #I feel so lucky to have been asked to go back to them seriously THANK YOU

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not-sewell · 3 years

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7. holding hands for mona and nate 🥺🥺

ahhhh Liz, thank you for the request! 💖

listen, i did have a very soft image in mind that could fit here and they're holding hands for a long time if you read very slowly.

7. holding hands: Nate Sewell x f!detective (Mona Batra)

taken from this prompt list!

[find this fic on AO3 too!]

one thing Mona allows herself to take pride in is her culinary skill because, truthfully, she is good. but not today. she seriously messed up the blueberry muffins she was making for Nate.

as Geeta Dutt sang to her about how she could fix her bad luck in the background (she huffed out a laugh at the timing of it), Mona frantically pored through all her recipe journals. her notes on fixing cake batter should be here somewhere. they must be.

Mona wanted to make this right; she really wanted to impress him. not that he ever looked like he was waiting to be impressed or anything; she just wanted to see the content smile that he has on his face when he eats his favourite food – especially when she caused it.

“i’m sure it tastes lovely, Mona,” Nate tried to reassure her.

“what about the looks, Nate?! they look like blobs of goo and feel like sand all at once!” she bit her tongue, looking up from her journals sheepishly. “i’m sorry. i know, you’re being nice but i know i’ve messed something up here. if only I find out how to fix it…”

“Mona,” he called as he gently took her hands and pulled her up from her chair.

“what…are you doing?” she really should get back to the journals. "listen, I need to figure out—"

“what you need is a distraction. for a bit, of course,” he replied, a cool smile on his face. “so, i’m distracting you. listen.”

just then, she catches Mohammad Rafi begin to croon to an upbeat tune on the music player – one of her all-time favourites. a small smile began to make its way on her face as Nate pulled her closer, continuing to hold her hands behind his back as he urged them on into a little dance.

“ya rouhi,” he called her again, smiling wider when she looked up and responded to the pet name with a bright smile. “you don’t need to be perfect at everything you try to do,” he said, before squeezing her hands to quell her doubts.

“there is nothing you could do that would not have me looking at you in complete awe, Mona. you are amazing. just as you are.” he leaned in to rest his forehead against hers for a brief moment, before placing a soft kiss there.

he let go of her hands when he sensed her relaxing fully. he wrapped his arms around her then instead, as she returned the embrace, letting out a content sigh of her own.

“butter and flour! that’s it!” she gasped suddenly, before hurriedly releasing herself and running back into the kitchen. “i have been distracted enough, jaan,” she called out. “i am making this right!”

a/n: Geeta Dutt and Mohammad Rafi are two of my personal favourite singers and musical greats of the yesteryears of Hindi cinema. i'm going to end the note before i begin to gush and make this their post, lol.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc fic #twc drabbles #n sewell #n sewell x detective #nate sewell #nate x detective #twc detective #mona batra #nate x mona #seraphinitegames

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