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#this man makes me soft
euthymiaaa · 3 months
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— taking a bath with a lover *ੈ✩‧₊˚
non-sexual & a bit silly lol, enjoy!!
✧ after an exhausting day, what other way to relax your partner than preparing them a warm, blissful bath?
✧ dousing the bathtub with their favorite aromatic flowers and oils
✧ “honey, what’s with all of this in the bathroom?” “you came back early? the surprise got ruined!”
✧ aiding them undress, yet it takes longer than usual because you keep getting their clothes tangled
✧ lending a hand to cautiously help them get into the pool of water
✧ "gosh it's the perfect temperature" "oh thank god, i thought it would still be too hot"
✧ blowing soap bubbles into their face to briefly annoy them
✧ "aren't you going to join me darling?" "if you insist"
✧ relaxing them by delicately massaging their hair in circles with shampoo
✧ “careful! you’re going to get shampoo in my eyes!” “oh quit being so dramatic”
✧ listening about their day whilst lightly massaging the knots in their back
✧ peppering tender kisses along their exposed shoulder
✧ “i never realized you have so many moles around here”
✧ tracing their scars with the tips of your fingers
✧ them burying their head into your neck, eyelids getting heavy out of tiredness
✧ “you better clean up after” "yes, your highness"
✧ "even though this was a mess, i'm glad i could spend time with you like this"
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qtepasacalabaza · 9 months
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They're taking over my mind send help!!!!
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wonboos · 2 months
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favourite wonboo — [2/?]
nana tour ep5
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windlullaby-arts · 2 months
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‘Did you sleep well, Princess?’
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itachanta · 1 year
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soft Vash:
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not-so-soft Vash:
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please-step-on-me, Vash:
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 11 months
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That's the face he makes when he's feeling silly.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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bythepen98 · 6 months
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Severus 🐍
Aside from Harry and Hermione, he is arguably the next character whose pov I read about the most (gen or ship wise). Can't help that he's too interesting of a character for me to ignore when written right.
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littledreamling · 2 years
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Give me professor Hob who’s done safe zone training. Give me professor Hob who has a rainbow flag hung up in his office. Give me professor Hob who attends events (theater productions, dance recitals, etc) because his students are in them and asked him to be there. Give me professor Hob who fully and openly supports (and heavily donates to) the queer communities on his campus. Give me professor Hob who holds his office hours at his pub and is always willing to offer a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on for his students. Give me professor Hob who has inclusive attendance and classroom policies. Give me professor Hob who isn’t afraid to swear in class. Give me professor Hob who ignites a passion for history in every student in his class, even those who are taking it for throwaway elective credits. Give me professor Hob who cares and cares and cares about his students, who has a love of life that he passes on to others, who surrounds himself by other optimistic people not because he’s selective about his friends but because everyone around him slowly finds themselves becoming more optimistic solely through exposure to such enthusiastic and freely-given joy
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ballpitwitch · 9 months
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Keanu Reeves The ARCH Origin Story
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puppyeared · 3 months
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some sort of creature
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retroautomaton · 10 months
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☕️🌻🍮
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eepyracc · 9 days
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This is my favourite kind of Xavier
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He's so
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prince-peachie · 6 months
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The way it’s just fandom culture to fixate and ship two characters who show up for two seconds in a book
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acowardinmordor · 28 days
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Eddie mumbles something about how he's always wanted to try it and kisses Steve in the Upside Down because he figures he's gonna be dead in a minute, so its whatever. Tragically rolls a 1 on that plan. Crit fails his plan so hard that he ends up surviving what the doctors kept insisting should have been fatal blood loss.
Eventually, despite his requests to the nurses and to Wayne that he not have to see Steve, the guy manages to get through, late at night when the others were at home in bed.
Steve looks serious, forehead creasing, and awkward as hell. Uncomfortable. Eddie isn't an idiot, so he spotted Robin years ago. As close as those two are, Eddie knows that Steve must know about her, and must be cool with it. But its different when its not a lack of attraction, but an unwanted one.
Steve asks, tensely, with careful words, why Eddie kissed him, and what he meant when he said he always wanted to try it.
Eddie doesn't lie.
'I didn't want to die without ever kissing someone.'
'And... I was the only one around who wasn't 14.'
Steve exhales and his shoulders relax, and the only thing Eddie can label that as is relief. He doesn't ask any more questions, and he leaves Eddie alone for the most part, even after Eddie leaves the hospital. Whenever they're in the same place though - parties, hangouts, the kids - Eddie can feel him looking. He never catches him. Steve reacts too fast, but Eddie knows he's watching him. He tries, he forces himself to keep his comments fiercely platonic. Perfectly heterosexual. He's successful.
So is Steve. Eddie doesn't catch him staring, so Eddie never sees how Steve looks at him.
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daily-hanamura · 2 months
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yeyinde · 1 year
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My mostly wholesome Price thought of the day is just wanting to give him a massage. And I don’t mean a quick shoulder rub; no, I mean a proper full-body massage with oils and candles, and all because he deserves to be pampered. Price (and honestly all of the boys) is so stressed all the time, it comes with the job, and because he’s in charge and bears so many different burdens, I am certain he carries some of that tension in his body, especially his back and shoulders. He’d never ask for one, but I’m sure he would appreciate it so much. Knowing that you care enough to want to relieve some of his stress would warm his heart and just make him love you that much more. Plus, you’d get to touch him however you want, and he’d undoubtedly thank you afterward by making you feel good, so it’s truly a win-win situation. In conclusion, I love him, and I am projecting because I, too, am stressed about finals and would benefit greatly from a massage lol -🧚🏽‍♀️
You always seem to know exactly what is going on in my head, and I'm genuinely in awe over everything you write.
Price, to me, is someone who never takes. He gives, always. He'll be as rough as you want. As sharp as you need. He puts everyone, and everything, before himself. He's a natural born leader. Utilitarian to his core. He's the first one who takes the shot, who gets blood on his hands, to spare everyone else from the hardships of it. He carries the weight of every single action on his shoulders and eases it with vices in the form of cigars and scotch, and screams himself raw on the battlefield. He refuses to be coddled or cared for because it's not Important. He's not important compared to everything else. 
He's secondary even in his own life. 
So, imagine just—pretty little woman'ing him in the tub. 
He comes home, reeking of stale tobacco and aching from his duties. Joints aching from carrying the world in his hands. He just wants to sink into bed with you by his side. 
But you don't let him. You drag him to the washroom where it smells of lavender and clary sage. Where you've run him a warm bath, poured him a glass of his favourite scotch (and a bottle of water, because God knows this man needs something more than malt in his belly), and you've given him a cigar. You don't condone his bad habits, but he's a man who bears the brunt of everything in his aching muscles. You let him have his comforts—some of the only things he chooses for himself.
You pull him into the bathroom, undress himself yourself despite his protests that you're doing too much, he doesn't any of this, he just wants you—
You press kisses, and pepper reverent whispers into each battle scar and old wound. You sing hymns in every knot that clots under his skin until it's smooth again. 
It's easy to revere him in the same way he does you, and you worship each blemish on his body until adamantine sapphires melt into liquid blue lagoons. Until his shoulders sag, and the wrinkles in his forehead dissipate.
He goes willingly when you tug him into the tub, brows raising when you get in first, settling against the back. Price huffs, amused, a little bewildered, but he goes along with your demands, and sinks into your embrace. It's a little awkward, a little unsure. He isn't a man who allows himself these small moments of affection—its all saved for you. Not him, never him. 
But you persist. 
You've never held him like this—and with the way he tenses before liquifying with a groan into your arms, you wonder if anyone ever has. It cudgels into you. A small moment where you resolve, absolutely, to hold him like this more often. 
Price huffs, and tsks the entire time you wash him, telling you it isn't worth it, he can just shower, you don't need to go so far for me, love. 
It breaks you a little.
You press a kiss to his nape. "Shut up, and let me spoil you for a moment." 
The stutter in his lungs, the sudden silence—it's all an extension of just how brassbound and ironclad his resolve is, and how heavy he must feel to carry it all alone. Has anyone ever spoiled him before? Has anyone ever tried to rub the grit off with gentle hands, and a soft touch? 
(You ache at the thought.)
You nip his skin when he sinks down against you, eyes fluttering shut in a moment of contentment, bliss. He looks so young like this. So raw and vulnerable, and you feel the affection spume deep inside of you. Your unshakeable mountain of a man. 
Your head falls, forehead resting on this shoulder as you run your fingers over his worn, battered flesh. Each stroke to his skin is done with purpose, conviction. You touch him as if you could suffuse the heft of your love into his marrow where it will aerate in his heavy bones, and ease his burdens. 
He rumbles, a noise of pure pleasure, and you hug him closer to your body at the surprise that leaks into the grunt. 
He deserves the world and more—
"I'll make you feel even better when we're finished, love."
—and you plan on showing him. 
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