#daydreams*

[pinkiedev]

G/T Daydreams

Ya'll I just wanna be smol. Smol and with a giant to keep me. Is that really too much to ask for?

I wanna be able to be held entirely in the warm palms of their hands, cradled against their chest so I can press my ear close and hear the thunder of their heartbeat.

I wanna sleep curled up in the hollow of their neck, their warmth seeping into my skin and lulling me throughout even the coldest of nights.

I wanna be taken everywhere with them, kept snug in their shirt's chest pocket and seeing the world from their eyes, knowing I'm as safe with them as always.

I wanna be kissed and cuddled by them. Warm, soft lips pressing firmly against me from my knees to my neck, molding me against the plush skin. Gentle hands stroking lovingly against my back and softly brushing a thumb against the curve of my cheek.

...Really, is that too much to ask for?

#gt community #g/t #giant tiny #daydreams #yearning #escapism #giant/tiny #gentle giant

[revasserium]

lads #1 - the first kiss

xavier.

it is a soft brushing of lips on lips, eyes closed — a moonless night, dark enough to cast your dreams like a handful of dice against the velvet sky — he prays as you shift against him, and like this, he can count the individual stars caught in your symphony of lashes; he wants to sink into your milkyway laughter as you fist your fingers in the front of his shirt and tug him closer, and then it is no longer a dream but a reality too good to be true because there, those are your lips — your lips against his and his against yours and there is too much breath and not enough skin; there is heat, and heat, and heat as it crests up his back and into his chest, his fingertips tingling as he reaches up to cup the bend of your jaw; it is you sighing into him, the taste of your smile on his tongue when he presses in and feels you gasp — when he pulls back, you are blushing, the darkness in your cheeks probably mirrored in his own, and he can’t help the way his gazes flickers from your eyes down to your lips, now pink and sweet and so — “did you… did you mean to do that?” you ask, a little breathless, and for the life of him, xavier wants to take you and shake you by your shoulders because how could you think he hadn’t meant it? when every single atom in his entire body is vibrating with the need to pull you in one more time; instead, he lilts his head to the side and sighs, “well, if you couldn’t tell that time — shall we give it another try?”

zayne.

you are in his bed. you are in his bed and the world is pressing in around him as he counts your breaths, watching the flicker of your eyes beneath your squeezed-tight eyelids but he humors you enough to reach out and trace a finger along your cheek just to watch your lashes flutter, your lips twitch and he can’t help the way his own lips stretch into a knowing grin, “you shouldn’t lie to your doctor, you know.” to which you make a vague, mumbling sound, but you don’t shift away and zayne feels the pulse gathering between you like it’s done so many times before, each time the feeling echoing against the last, stronger and stronger until it becomes something like a compulsion — “what would it take for you to go to sleep properly?” he asks, his voice hoarse as you press your lips, sinking deeper into his sheets, finally peering up at him with those inescapable eyes. “maybe… a kiss goodnight?” he feels his breath catch in his throat at your words, not because he thought he’d never hear them, but because he never thought it would happen like this — how times had he imagined it throughout the years? how many mundane and dramatic moments playing out in the depths of his most secret imagination? but then again, he thinks that this is perfect too, because it’s you — so how could it not be. he bends down, tugging your chin towards him as he presses his lips firmly to yours, reveling in the small, surprised noise you make in the back of your throat; he tries not to think about the thin sheets separating your body and his, or the way your fingers are already tangling in his hair and pulling him close; he forces himself to pull away, swallowing hard. “there.” you blink dolefully up at him and pout, “y-you can’t expect me to go to sleep after a kiss like that!” he cocks an eyebrow, “can’t i? i kept my end of the deal, and now you have to keep yours.” but he allows himself a small smile as you huff and twist away from him, mumbling to yourself even as he shifts closer, pulling you into his chest as he closes his eyes and sleeps.

rafayel.

all he can think is that it’s different from the first time, because the first time, it hadn’t been a real kiss — even though it’d been real enough for him to lose his heart, real enough for it to have been lost for years and years and years — because the first time, it had been so, so innocent — and it’d been done over linked pinkies and a promise, him leaning down to kiss the base of his thumb and you, leaning down to mirror the movement — a promise, sealed with a kiss. because promises sealed with kisses can never be broken. but… you’d broken it, hadn’t you? or maybe he had — but something had broken, and it took him a long, long time to realize that it just might’ve been his heart. but this time, you’re both older, and you hadn’t waited, you’d stood up on your tip toes and pressed your lips right against his, and it was all he could do to close his eyes and kiss you back — distantly, he feels something breaking inside him, and he wonders — again — if it’s his heart, and he wonders, then, if a heart could be broken twice, and if the second time might be a mending instead. he leans down and crushes you to him, all propriety forgotten as he groans, desperate for more of that friction, more of that heat — he sinks his fingers into your waterfall hair and cradles your head against his, and he loses himself in the kiss. in a promise made, and unmade, and made again. when you finally pull away, he licks his lips and smirks, “took you long enough.” and he’s more pleased than he’ll ever admit to see the color flushing into your cheeks, and serves you right he thinks — but as you lace your fingers between his and tug him behind you towards the main street, asking if he wants to come over for dinner and the next episode of that one show you guys had started together, he thinks that even a heart broken twice could find its way to forgiveness — if only after another kiss or two.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #loe and deepspace x you #love and deepspace fanfic #love and deepspace fluff #lad xavier #lad zayne #lad rafayel #x reader #xavier x you #zayne x you #rafayel x you #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #lad xavier fluff #lad zayne fluff #lad rafayle fluff #floofy floof floof #daydreams #going back to my ROOTS of doing daydreams LOL i rmbr when these started in the 1d fandom oh my god #and to think id still be writing them like years and years later HAHAHA #ALSO LIKE. xavier is a lil shit sometimes and i appreciate that #i love that for him #anyway. the brainrot continues

[dumblr]

Humans are obsessed with escapism - through movies, books, music, arts, daydreams.

Our souls really weren't made for this world.

#quotes #feelings #emotions #english literature #thoughtful #wise words #humans #books #art #daydreams #true story #words #escapism

[writeouswriter]

Just daydreaming about your stories or what you want to write truly is being productive despite what your brain demanding immediate results to and gratification from your productivity might tell you, like it lets you work through details, figure out what you want, rotate scenes around and change things up if you're still unsure about them, have a little fun without committing just quite yet, even if it's not being written down, it is being processed in your mind nonetheless and it is contributing to future productivity and the eventual endgame of wherever you want to be going with it all, even if you're not physically interacting with or creating or consuming something at the moment, you are creating thoughts, coming up with the blueprints, and maybe those blueprints won't always come to fruition, but maybe one day they'll help you build something great, or maybe they just brought you some joy or intrigue at the time and that's fine too, and etc, etc, so yeah, let yourself daydream more

#writing #writeblr #daydreams #had better wording for this before and am currently sleep deprived but i think the gist is there #i used to daydream a lot more now it's like my mind always has to be occupied by something else and i miss it #and it has affected my writing #writer things

[stylescine]

I literally can’t stop thinking about riding Harry first thing in the morning. The sunlight is just barely passing through the window and his arms are wrapped tightly around you.

He’s awake and leaving small kisses all over your neck, one hand splayed across your stomach. It’s when you wake up too that you notice his arousal pressing against your back. Your legs are intertwined and you gently move your foot up and down his leg before you turn around to face him.

Harry’s curls are all over the place, but his gaze seems quite defined. Lust. Desire.

“Good morning, love.” His voice is raspy and still unused from last night’s sleep. Your lips finds his in a sloppy and short kiss. Harry’s hips press against yours, a firm reminder of what’s going through his mind. He always looks so beautiful in the first light of the morning and his bare chest is enticing you once again.

It doesn’t take long for you both to be naked, Harry sitting against the headboard and his cock filling you. Your hands caress his strong chest, fingers moving over the tattoos as you just look at each other for a long moment.

“I love you,” he whispers, hands finding your hips even in the dim light and he’s helping you move up and down on his cock. As always, it feels as if he was made for you, filling you to the brim and giving you the right amount of pleasure. Your legs press close to his hips as you support yourself on his chest, moving up and down with more speed now.

Harry’s head tips back against the headboard, revealing his beautiful neck to you. You’re quick to plant kisses along his jawline, only being interrupted by your own moans as Harry starts thrusting up into you as well. Every thrust brings you a little closer to orgasm, the tension in your abdomen building. His nimble fingers dig into the flesh of your hips and his pink lips part for a low moan as his muscles flex underneath your touch.

“M’close,” he announces briefly before his gaze is searching for yours. He loves to watch you come all over his cock and that’s the sight he wants for when he’s reaching his own high.

Just a few more thrusts and you’re both there, Harry’s head falling back against the headboard with a thump and his name echoing from your lips throughout the bedroom. His arms wrap tightly around you, pulling you flush against his chest before he plants soft kisses against the top of your head.

His cock is still twitching inside you and as you close your eyes against his chest, you let out a long breath.

“Good way to start the morning…” you mumble softly and Harry’s chest rumbles with his laugh.

~~

just a little thought i had in mind 🤭

masterlist

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #daydreams #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x you #harry styles fics #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles headcanons #love on tour

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Puppy Love / Kid Vaggie Crossover

Thank you, @intrinsicepiphany for the fun idea!

Hazbins: (scrambling around the hotel while carrying cushions and pillows)

Kid Vaggie: (flying around the ceiling, weaving through lights and chandeliers, and giggling) Weeeeee~

Charlie: Vaggie! Vaggie! You've been up there for an hour, sweetheart! Can you please come down before your wings give out?

-KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!-

Emily: (squeaks through the door of the hotel) Hi, Charlie! Sorry for dropping in last minute. Sera wanted to get those reports on-

Kid Vaggie: Yaaaawwwwwn~ (droopy eyes) Nigh-Night.... (slowly coasts down to the ground)

Charlie: I can't believe I'm saying this, but, Emily, catch her! It's Vaggie!

Emily: (looks up and sees a sleeping, curled up Kid Vaggie sucking her thumb and gliding in her direction) Hup! (jumps up with a flap of her wings and catches Vaggie, cradling her in her arms) I got her!

Charlie: Whew! Thank you so much!

Emily: (slowly fluttering back to the ground) Now, what did you say about Vaggie? And who is this adorable little cherub?

Charlie: Her. That's literally Vaggie. For some reason, she transformed into a toddler. First, it was me, and then-

Emily: (blushes brightly as she looks down at the sleeping toddler in her arms. Daydreams suddenly whirl through her mind in rapid succession)

Scene 1: Emily and Vaggie on a moonlit date in heaven.

Scene 2: Vaggie kneeling down on one knee with a ring box and Emily flapping her wings excitedly as she cries.

Scene 3: Wedding in Heaven with Charlie being Emily's Maid of Honor and Vaggie wearing a full suit.

Scene 4: Vaggie wearing slacks and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and her hands on a prominent baby bump under Emily's dress.

Scene 5: Emily laying in bed with a newborn baby. Baby has dark skin, white freckles, silver hair and wings, and pink eyes. Vaggie is holding Emily's hand while kissing the new mother tenderly on the head.

Emily: (catatonic, blushing, sweating, and wobbly on her feet)

Charlie: Whoa! (takes Kid Vaggie before Emily can faint) Emily, are you okay?!

Emily: (shuffles over to the window, gets on her knees, and prays) Our Holy Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come-

Charlie: Uhhhhh.... (glances at sleeping Vaggie in her arms and gets similar daydream scenes buzzing through her mind but replaced herself with Emily as she heats up exponentially) Whoooooooooooa.... wobbly...... need to sit down.

Angel: Whoa! I gotcha! (catches Charlie and sits her down in the chair next to where Emily is still praying) I'll take Vags up to her room and put her to bed. (grabs Vaggie and gets similar daydreams but with Husker and having a perfect cat-spider baby) Yikes! Okay, that makes sense. Let's get this little pipsqueak to bed so I can stop daydreaming.

#puppy love #kid vaggie #puppy love au #kid vaggie au #chaggie #emily #charlie #vaggie #angel #huskerdust #baby fever #protective charlie #hazbins #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel incorrect quotes #daydreams

[fae-kitsune]

Y’all really like the genderswapped Critters so here’s a sketch dump of our fave lesbians

Have any suggestions on what/who I should draw let me know!!

#catnap #dogday #poppy playtime #smiling critters #poppy playtime fanart #sleepyday #daydreams #dogday catnap #catnap x dogday #lgbtqia #lesbian

[fairydrowning]

At this point I'm surviving on fantasies and daydreams.

#dark academia #light academia #cottage core #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark fantasy #romanticism #fantasy books #daydreams #romatic academia #romantic literature #memes #positive memes #relatable memes #funny memes #daydream #cottage academia

[theunknownpoetandrewfoster]

I need a s17 ep where Dennis hits his head and thinks that he and Mac are married and have been since just after college. He even has a whole high-school sweetheart story for them and everything.

#daydreams #dennis reynolds #mac mcdonald #macdennis #iasip #macden #Just how my mind works

[pratchettquotes]

"Do you remember--"

"I have a...very good memory, thank you."

"Do you ever wonder what life would have been like if you'd said yes?" said Ridcully.

"No."

"I suppose we'd have settled down, had children, grandchildren, that sort of thing..."

Granny shrugged. It was the sort of thing romantic idiots said. But there was something in the air tonight...

"What about the fire?" she said.

"What fire?"

"Swept through our house just after we were married. Killed us both."

"What fire? I don't know anything about any fire?"

Granny turned around.

"Of course not! It didn't happen. But the point is, it might have happened. You can't say 'if this didn't happen then that would have happened' because you don't know everything that might have happened. You might think something'd be good, but for all you know it could have turned out horrible. You can't say 'if only I'd...' because you could be wishing for anything. The point is, you'll never know. You've gone past. So there's no use thinking about it. So I don't."

Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

#mustrum ridcully #esme weatherwax #granny weatherwax #lords and ladies #discworld #terry pratchett #romance #daydreams #future #past #hypothetical #what if #memory #knowledge #what happened #facts #opportunity #missed opportunity #making choices #cause and effect #best case scenario #worst case scenario #prediction #romantic idiots #what about the fire #extended quote #long quote

[leatherandlipstick]

oh, good little thing, aren't you? already on your knees, so ready to be touched and used however I see fit. fucking adorable, really. whine for me a little bit? come on, darling, make me smile.

#nsft #sapphic nsft #bisexual nsft #bisexual #queer #queer nsft #wlw nsft #daydreams #mine #nsft txt #wlw #sapphic #local big tiddy goth femme reporting for duty #big tiddy goth gf #d/s

[revasserium]

savanaclaw #1 - cheek kisses

leona.

the first time you do it, he has to swallow passed the purr ripping up the back of his throat, his entire body going warm, going soft, going — he blinks as you pull back, laughing, your lashes flashing as you seem to realize what you’d done. he sees you open your mouth to apologize, runs a hand through his hair, shakes his head to silence you. “ah… don’t do something you can’t follow through on now,” he says as he cocks his head, eyes half-lidded and daring, the smirk on his lips going lopsided as you bite your own lips, clearly flustered. he tries not to stare, he really does — but really, what do you expect him to do after you’ve initiated contact? he brushes a finger against your soft cheek, finally letting a purr rumble through him as you look back up at him to catch his eyes. “go on then, try that again,” he says, tapping a finger to his own cheek even as you swallow hard, leaning up on your tip-toes ever so slowly. but just before your lips meet his skin, he turns his head, grinning as you squeak in surprise against his lips, that is, till he pulls you in closer and your eyes finally flutter closed, and everything else is soon forgotten.

ruggie.

the first time you do it, he almost thinks it’s not real, that he’d just imagined it, conjured it out of thin air, because there you are, turning around to high-five Epel for a game well-played, and maybe he’s still just delirious from their win in the mix-and-match magishift game but when he finds your eyes again, he doesn’t miss the way your cheeks flare up with heat and somehow, he feels his own do the same. and he agonizes over it — how could he not? but between leona telling him that he’s overthinking it and jack telling him to just go for it, he isn’t quite sure what his next move should be. after all, if you’d made the first move… that must mean you’re open to him making the second… right? so when he tugs you into a corner of a hallway between classes the next day, pressing a finger to your lips to keep you from yelping, suddenly, he finds himself rather at a loss, but then you’re blinking up at him, and he can almost hear the way your heartbeat stutters, see the way your pupils dilate when you look up at him and he lets himself relax, grinning as he slowly leans down towards you with a, “ne… it was real mean what you did after the magishift match yesterday… so, how’re you gonna make it up to me? leavin’ me hangin’ like that? what… don’t i deserve a real kiss to make up for it?”

jack.

the first time you do it, he goes stock still, his entire body locking into place because no way — no way did you just do the thing he’d been dreaming of doing to you for — for god knows how long. he swivels to look at you, his eyes wide, and you’re peering up at him with that precious, peach-pink blush on your cheeks, and he doesn’t even notice the wild wagging of his tail till you giggle, taking half a step back to point at it, wondering aloud, “ah… so i guess i wasn’t imagining things… right?” you lick your lips and he bites back the urge to sink his own teeth into the plush of your bottom lip, just to see how good you’d taste. instead, he clears his throat and tries not to seem too eager, “n-no — you weren’t but — uhm — what — what gave it away?” and he curses at the way he stumbles over his own words, at how hot his face feels, at the giggling he can hear from behind the statue to his left, knowing that ruggie’s probably got something to do with this, and maybe grim too. still, he waits, watches as you rock on the balls of your heels, lace your hands behind your back, smile prettily back up at him before answering, “oh… y’know, vil-senpai might’ve said a thing or two about how you’d been ‘pining for long enough’ and that it was time for your ‘romance arc’ to begin.” to which he feels his ears flatten to his head, a growl curling up his throat as he swears he’s gonna find vil and — but you tug him back by the arm, blinking up at him with a sly grin he really can’t deny looks good on you, “wait, before you do that… don’t i at least get a kiss back first?”

#leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #twst #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jack howl x reader #twst x reader #twst fluff #leona kingscholar fluff #ruggie bucchi fluff #jack howl fluff #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst headcanons #savanaclaw #daydreams #floofy floof floof #the fact that vil and jack knew each other as kids makes me all sorts of happy and i can totally imagine vil doing shit like this #for 'cinematic value' yknow just like... embodying chaos #also flustered!ruggie is best ruggie #watch him go from flustered and blushing to a little piece of teasing shit in 0.5 TRUST

[sinsandsweetness]

So I’m kinda obsessed with the idea of Rick being into bondage. Like he would absolutely love tying you up. Ropes or cuffs, it wouldn’t matter. Anything that gives him total control. And while the overall appeal for him is the control, he also just loves how much you trust him. The way you have the most true and complete trust in him and him only. He gets off on it. What you’ll let him do to you, without any backtalk or hesitation. Just nodding enthusiastically while holding your wrists out for him to secure together. The way your body looks so soft and pretty against all of the intricate knots he’s learned to perfect. Sneaking a Polaroid or two when he has you in his favourite position and then hiding the photos under his mattress for a rainy day. Fucking you into tears of pure pleasure, with your wrists tied to your ankles or your knees forced up against your chest. And then after, when you’re completely fucked out and coming down from your high, he’d be so gentle, kissing every inch of skin that had been roughed up by the restraints. Massaging the muscles that he’d contorted into some uncomfortable position you regrettably chose not to refuse. He’d wash you up and dress you in his own clean, cozy pyjamas. Absolutely hooked on the way you would cling to him, all needy and drowsy. Pressing a sweet kiss to your temple as you try reaching for the waistband of his boxers. The glint in your eyes when you look up at him to ask for another round would make his cock twitch. Seeing exactly how much you adore his little bondage kink.

#rick grimes smut #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes fanfiction #twd fanfiction #rick grimes #smut #sinsandsweetness #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x reader #daydreams #rick drabble #drabble #T’s daydreams <3 #Rick daydream

[littlehorrorshop]

Buster Keaton in Daydreams (1922)

#Buster Keaton #silent film #classic cinema #classicfilmblr #classic film #Daydreams #1920s #1922 #gif #mine #buster* #daydreams*

[fuzzyghost]

#daydreams #butterfly #perfume #vaporwave #aesthetic #vhs #retro #gif

[stylescine]

I know Harry loves to praise you during sex.

He’s always whispering encouraging words into your ear or telling you how sexy you look all naked in front of him. His hands would roam your body with confidence, assuring you that no sight is more beautiful in his eyes.

Whispers of ‘good girl’ and gentle kisses as a reward while your body is longing for him. His fingers brush the hair out of your face as he mumbles on about how beautiful you are.

Harry always makes sure to appreciate every inch of your body as well. He tells you how perfect you look with swollen lips from kissing, how your legs drive him crazy and how there is nothing more arousing than seeing the bliss on your face as your laying in front of him, legs spread open.

He’s always quick to reassure you how you’re taking him so well, how nice it is to fuck you however he wants. Even when he gets a bit rougher, he likes to remind you that you’re taking it all so well for him. That your pussy is so nice and wet just for him.

And when you’re done, he takes his time to cuddle with you and clean you up.

“You’ve been so good for me, darling. Always good for me.”

There are soft kisses exchanged and comforting hugs provided. All while he’s telling you how much of a good girl you are.

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#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #love on tour #fine line #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles fics #harry styles headcanons #daydreams #concepts #harry styles concept #1d #one direction #one direction fanfiction #one direction imagine