#hand smothered

[daddydicktampa]

#dom & sub #leatherman #leather gloves #muir cap #blindfold #hand smothered #inked

[arsenicflame]

god. this is gonna consume me for years

#i cant even process my feelings im just #im just #GOD #i need to smother myself with a pillow #nyxtalks #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #edizzy #blackhands #izzy hands #israel hands #waves excitedly #look theyve known each other so long

[vulcanautus]

separation

[id in alt by @/dgsdescribed]

#dgs #tgaa #the great ace attorney #ryuunosuke naruhodou #ryunosuke naruhodo #kazuma asogi #asoryuu #dgs spoilers #tgaa spoilers #tgaa2 spoilers #dgs2 spoilers #uh oh! I put myself in your hands and now I don't know how to get out! #I can't stop clinging to your ghost and now it's smothering me!! #anyways. whats with the dialogue where ryuu says he's worried kazuma will ''coldly tell me to wear [the mask] instead'' #when it's already kazuma's armband and kazuma's sword and kazuma's dream. of course you'd be afraid to wear his face too #grabbing screencaps for ref for this really made me appreciate how stupidly big that trunk is #luckily I managed to finish this before tuesday... new ffxiv patch... walks into the sun

[t00thpasteface]

now caesar's men sure ain't no friends—

that's plain for all to see!

and i know someone's gotta fight for the dam,

but why does it have to be me?!

#the fate of new vegas rests in the hands of three geeky bleeding-heart gays. wish them luck... they'll need it #art #comic #fallout new vegas #oc blue #courier six #arcade gannon #veronica santangelo #the smothers brothers

[ectoplasmer]

you guys ever grab your f/o’s face and just *forehead kiss* *forehead kiss* *forehead kiss* *forehea

#this was originally phrased for platonic f/os but i then proceeded to think about doing this with my boyfriends and. yeah #anyway #HEY i finally picked back up gx because i got bored lol #and because. lowkey. judai randomly popping up in my dreams spooked me enough to remember to continue watching it >_< #i am reminded of why he got instantly put on the platonic list despite me barely knowing him lol #literally just. golden retriever #which is so so funny when you look at my two other platonic f/os #like on one hand we have the serious and more mature beyond my years #and then we have the high energy positivity fiends #if i still listed my hs f/os on my list you would see more obviously what i mean lol #sometimes you just want to smother your friend in a dumb display of affection u_u #anyway. #hello #tbh… kissing melv (and technically yb) right where the eye of wedjat would go… <333 #self ship #selfship #selfshipping #self shipping #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #romantic f/o #platonic f/o #self ship community #selfshipping community #platonic: judai #quartzshipping #rainy.file

[flyboytracy]

he can close his eyes now, his kids will still be there when he opens them

#Thunderbirds Are Go #The Long Reach #Jeff Tracy #Gordon's arm goes around dad #John's arm goes around bby space brother #Virgil's head goes down #he gets to be the lil in the hug #for so long he's been the big smother huggle brother #now he gets to be smol just for a moment #John's not watching #he's the watcher but right now he's not #dad's hands in their hair #i'm not crying you are

[ashchoo]

Katrinka Mantis!! Odalia’s aunt X]

#Katrinka is a wine aunt (in the more literal sense of alcoholism instead of not having children) and always has a glass in her hand #when she doesn’t it’s probably cuz she’s being forced not to drinkhjhk #she lowkey kinda forgets about her two kids but give her some time she’ll remember them after five minutes X] #Katrinka loves to visit Odalia and her sisters….smothering them with gifts and affection (thinks of grandma kisses…shudders) #also she loves to gossip—like LOVES TO…..you actually can’t get her to stop unless you drag her away from the convo 💀💀 #aaaaanywaaaayssss runs away for another month or whatever #welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fandom #welcome home au #welcome home art #welcome home fanart #slay #gyad damn #Katrinka #Katrinka Mantis

[valeriianz]

had thoughts about Dream being able to sleep, how soft and human he would look. for your consideration:

Hob announced his arrival from work with a long sigh, heavy with exhaustion, and leaned into the door as he opened it and stepped into his flat. He dropped his keys in the little bowl and toed off his shoes. He had just shrugged off his messenger bag when he noticed a pair of large black boots in the living room, stark against his off-white rug. They were about a meter apart, like they’d been kicked off or tossed aside without a second thought.

With one brow raised, eyes scrupulous, Hob deposited his bag on the couch and bent down to pick up first one boot, then the other, tucking them together and neatly placing them on the wooden floor next to a bookshelf.

“Dream?” Hob called out, straightening up and casting his gaze upon the room. It wasn’t like Dream, when he paid surprise visits, to not immediately be within eyesight of the door, let alone leave his shoes haphazardly on the carpet.

Hob’s eyes landed on the entryway of the hall, spotting Dream’s thick, long coat in a heap on the center of the floor. Worry began to creep in as Hob slowly stepped up to Dream’s mystical coat, his pulse thrumming under his skin. He stooped down, grabbing it by the collar and brushing it off with his other hand. The material felt luxurious in Hob’s hands, soft like cashmere or shahtoosh, but also durable– something akin to wool or even canvas. Hob’s fingers caressed the fabric, feeling the lip of the tall collar between his thumb and fingers. 

Gently folding the coat over one arm, Hob continued down the hall, stepping softly, carefully. 

Hob’s bedroom door was open, the rays of the setting sun streamed in through the window and lit up the entryway, revealing more dark clothes in a jumble leading into the room.

Swallowing, lips parting, Hob bent down once more to collect Dream’s t-shirt, his pants and, following the line of mayhem, his socks, taking them all into his arms. Hob wasn’t sure what he expected to see when he finally straightened up and turned, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Hob almost dropped all the clothes he had spent carefully collecting, his mouth going dry. 

There was a considerable, person-sized lump in Hob’s bed, buried under his thick gray comforter. The only indication that it was indeed Dream laying in Hob’s bed, was the mane of wild dark hair poking out from the mass of linens.

Hob took a step forward, then another, crushing the pile of clothes to his chest as he walked around the bed, his gaze transfixed to the top of Dream’s head– a smattering of black ink spilled on his white pillow. He held his breath as he finally came to face Dream, the only part of him sticking out was his nose and eyes, Dream’s impossibly long lashes draped down, threatening to brush the tops of his cheeks.

Hob felt his jaw drop, lips parting in wonder at this ethereal creature in his bed.

Dream was sleeping.

Or… it looked like he was sleeping. The shape of him steadily rose and fell, imitating breath that Hob knew Dream didn’t need. Hob didn’t think Dream needed sleep, either… or was even capable of it. Was Dream sick? Had he been injured?

Hob quietly deposited the bundle of clothes into a wicker chair in the corner of his room, turning back to Dream and leaning over him, slowly pressing one hand into the mattress next to him, and bringing the other up to lay it against Dream’s forehead.

Hob immediately felt foolish, of course Dream didn’t get sick, he’d nearly beaten it into Hob by now, how Endless never fall ill (not in the way humans do, apparently), but Dream did actually feel quite warm. Hob moved his hand from underneath Dream’s soft fringe, grazing his fingers down the side of his head, brushing the shell of his ear, cheekbone, and across his pointed nose, unable to get any further with the blanket folded up tight around half his face.

With his heart lighter than it’d felt in a long time, Hob couldn’t resist carefully hooking his fingers around the edge of the comforter, leaning in close as he pulled it down to expose Dream’s lips and chin. He looked softer, like this– human and vulnerable. There’s a trust here, Hob knows, his chest tightening, as his knuckles caress down the line of Dream’s jaw, free of blemishes and marble smooth. Hob swallowed again, his eyes flicking down in unrestricted interest at the line of Dream’s concealed body, cocooned in creamy grays. He looked back up, focusing on plush lips that are too red for Dream’s alabaster skin, like they’d been bitten.

Hob’s own teeth pull on his bottom lip, moving his hand to press a thumb against that mouth, barely touching, like a paint brush, dragging it from corner to corner.

“What are you doing?”

Hob huffed a surprised laugh, but didn’t remove his hand. Dream’s voice was lower than usual, thick, and rumbly, pulled from a deep slumber.

“Checking your temperature,” Hob answered in a whisper. His breath caught in his throat as Dream’s eyelids fluttered open, crystal blue eyes focusing right on him.

Christ almighty, he was gorgeous. Hob still couldn’t believe it sometimes, that he was allowed to see this, to be regarded by such beauty, such a divine entity. That he could call Dream his, and be confident in the knowledge that he was Dream’s, too. Hob felt himself begin to shake, his thumb was still at Dream’s lips, which had parted slightly when he’d spoken, his hot breath hitting Hob and causing something both carnal and pure to race through his blood, something devotional.

“You’re quite warm,” Hob tried again. Dream hadn’t spoken, only watched him, like he was waiting for something.

“Yes,” Dream’s voice ran over Hob in that velvety way of his; a warm tide crashing over him and lifting Hob up.

“I was seeking warmth. You weren’t home, and I know how pleasant you are after a long rest.”

“Pleasant?” Hob’s lips curled in a smile, distractedly pressing his thumb a little harder against Dream’s bottom lip.

“Tepid.” Dreams amended, parting his lips and allowing Hob’s thumb access.

Hob gasped softly as Dream bit down, his eyes blazing now, the black of his iris growing so there was no more blue. Hob hummed, his fingers curled around Dream’s chin, tilting it up.

There’s a tongue that swipes the tip of his thumb and Hob knows he’s lost, feigning nonchalance was never his strong suit when it came to this entity in his bed. His heart crashes against his ribs and Hob’s sure Dream can hear it, can hear the desire there.

A bare arm slips out from the pile of gray and latches onto Hob’s bicep, pulling him down. Hob goes along with a smile, getting one knee up on the bed, then the other, dislodging his fingers from Dream’s face to steady himself.

They lift the comforter together, allowing Hob to crawl in next to Dream. The shock of the sudden temperature hike against Dream’s bare skin makes Hob’s breath catch, desperately wishing he’d taken his clothes off first.

“Christ, Dream it’s like a furnace under here.” He’s never felt Dream radiate so much heat before. He truly was learning something new about this man– Endless, every day.

Dream’s long arm pulls the blanket back down, going around Hob’s middle and tucking it under him, coaxing Hob to be flush against his sinew body, usually firm with restrained strength, now soft from sleep. Dream’s chin tilts down, lips brushing Hob’s forehead.

“Could be hotter,” he murmurs, lips traveling down, his sharp nose nudging against Hob’s face, encouraging him to meet him evenly.

Hob is already panting, he’s sure he’s already sweating too, but he meets Dream’s mouth eagerly, pressing hard, getting his hand back on his face to cup Dream’s jaw.

“Well,” Hob pants as Dream wetly breaks the kiss, pressing his lips instead up Hob’s face and into his hairline. “I certainly wasn’t expecting this today.”

Dream hums, the sound reverberating down his body and tickling Hob’s senses. 

“I’m pleased I can still surprise you.”

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream x hob #dream of the endless #my writing #inspired by this back and forth with mae on the dreamling discord server #which was just us calmly going over how soft and snuggly and heavy Dream would sleep #(if he were able to. and he SHOULD be able to gdi) #i was gonna write some spice but chickened out #something about Dream seeking out warmth #and automatically going to Hob's bed #he chases Hob's natural heat #pressing his body into the sheets and the mattress #heavy like a ton of bricks #the bed the linens... everything smells like Hob and it surrounds Dream #and when he gets Hob under the covers with him Dream just goes feral. pressing his hand under Hob's shirt. rucking it up #feeling the warmth of Hob's skin and positively getting drunk on it #'i want to be smothered' Dream says as his hand travels up to Hob's chest. 'i want to be engulfed. i want it to burn #so it leaves a mark. when you touch me its like a branding iron.' feeling Hob's heat becomes an addition that Dream chases #but i thought that was too spicy for the soft and sleepy mood i was creating lol #anyway! #hope this all fits in the tags

[warren-keplers-funk-band]

i love that we were like 'oh no i'm not ready for the emotional devestation of season two, i bet ed and stede are suffering so much' only for the stage to be stolen from them by IZZY FUCKING HANDS !!!

quite literally unbelievable, who could have predicted this

#i mean yes i also cried unabashedly over ed #he said 'finally' and i literally burst into tears #but CON #IZZY #my god #i literally want to smother myself i cannot #i'll be thinking about this for so long #ofmd #izzy hands #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers

[x3no9]

Goddamn...have to post another with Daddy Izzy. Am I getting obsessed all over again??

#izzy hands #ofmd s2 #shirtless izzy #goddamn Con #sexy izzy #need to smother myself in his chest hair

[skitskatdacat63]

#can someone come smother me with a pillow? #ive had no caffeine but my heart is pounding and my hands are shaking AAAAAAHHHHHHH #i hope today goes well 🙏🙏 #i feel insane about his tattoo......... #padre is looking good 🤭🤭 #fernando alonso #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #we do a little bit of f1 #2023 miami gp #2023 miami grand prix #fa14

[daddydicktampa]

#dom & sub #leatherman #leather gloves #muir cap #boots #leather pants #hand smothered

[dootznbootz]

ABSOLUTELY NOT FINAL PRODUCT and unedited but have a little bit!!

Idc if it's OoC, let me have this 🥹 Call me out on some historic shit but this STAYS. Don't worry he's still a little shit as he literally fucks with Laertes right after this!

And remember when I said I would write a SNIPPET with the "Odysseus gives baby Telemachus a lemon to see his funny face"? Yeah I fucking lied, this will NOT be a "snippet".

It'll be long af and I'm nowhere near done as now I've decided to make this a domestic bliss fic as well to show the "wonderful life Odysseus has to leave behind when he goes to war" because I'm a dumb bitch who likes making and adding more shit than needed.

I'm also a glutton for fluff so that's what this is! Like I said, unedited af and not done!

#I've seen my older cousin do “nipping at hands” with his babies and they always lose their lil minds so that's what I wrote🥴 #Toddlers and up? Hell yeah tiny person! Tell me about Baby shark and the cool rock you found! #Infants??? I don't know shit and I don't know what to do and I'm scared I will fuck it up #I've been searching shit about dyes and stones and shit forever and I still will find contradicting sources😭 Idk what's correct anymore!! #You ever felt tired and feral at the same time? #my writing #Mad rambles #writing #my fics #odypen #mine #telemachus #odysseus #epic the musical #I will continue to drink “dumb bitch juice” #SHRIEKS INTO THE NIGHT #I don't want this to smother other tags so that's all I put. #shot by odysseus #Mad writes

[unforth]

Whenever I see people talking about TGCF Book 4 they always talk about Mu Qing leaving, Feng Xin being driven away, the temple scene, the creation of Ruoye, etc.

But to me, the hardest part to read, the true lowest point, is the robbery. It just took me a week to force myself to read that chapter. The second hand embarrassment is so strong, but more than that: the attempted robbery is, in my opinion, the only depth that Xie Lian reaches entirely on his own. Bai Wuxiang doesn't (directly) drive him there. No. He reaches the conclusion that it's the only way himself, implements it himself, lies to Feng Xin and his parents about it himself. After that, he catches his first post-fall glimpse of Bai Wuxiang (presumably because Jun Wu heard about what the heavenly officials saw), and he slips into an extended panic attack brought about by all the factors that drove him to that low point, but everything that happens afterwards has outside influence.

But staking out a mountain pass and deciding to rob a passerby?

Xie Lian does that all on his own.

And God he breaks my fucking heart doing it.

#unforth rambles #tgcf #ive only read this part once before and i put the book down mid graveyard scene to write this #when i realized that i actually felt relieved to know that id gotten past the robbery #all the rest feels easier to read by comparison #but that scene makes me feel like someone has a hand around my throat #because theres no choice theres no escape Xie Lian isnt trapped at all theres no bai wuxiang there but it doesnt matter #because his palpable sense that hes out of options is so smothering #i truly think that even after his parents die and feng xin is gone and hes mumbling to their air about his loss #hes still never as low as the robbery #the temple and its aftermath are things that are done to him and the bad choices he makes as a result #but the robbery attempt and the accompanying shame #are all him

[starshine-selfships]

Collector of men who would make me dinner and then curl up on the couch with me as I have it

#collector of men i would split a bottle of wine with #collector of men who like acts of service and i absolutely smother them in response #collector of men whose hands i would kiss and watch them get flustered in response #i. uh. m-men... #star speaks

[tswwwit]

Had a very funny thought in my head of bill successfully getting a cult started at some point between reincarnations just bc he’s bored. By coincidence dipper gets reincarnated into a kid who grows up in said cult and bein all culty n stuff. When it’s finally time for bill to pick up his human he’s low key annoyed that dippin dorks all culty. Problem is immediately fixed when dipper remembers everything and goes back to normal.

The experience becomes a very funny story at dinner parties where dipper cringes and bill thinks it was a wacky time. I imagine the cult gets broken up by dipper bc i want to give them a happy ending too.

Oh boy, poor, poor Bill. It's one thing for Dipper to pretend to be subservient - that's all fun and games, not real. But a version of Dipper where he's actually, sincerely, bowing and kneeling before Bill? That gets a full on 😬 Sure, he likes weird! This is certainly that!

But it's like. The flipped version of Dipper watching Bill cheerfully working at a soup kitchen, or tenderly nursing a baby bunny back to health or something. Not what he should be doing. Bad. Just so wrong. Man, he's gonna be glad when his feisty little guy gets his brains back

Also contains: One confused Dipper, whose 'god' is actually really... annoying?? And for some weird reason, it seems to make said 'god' happy when he finally gets fed up enough to be bitchy about it.

#answers #Bill's equal parts amused and annoyed - it'd be hilarious if it wasn't happening to *him* #As it stands he's just gotta wait for things to sort themselves out #Bill's gonna keep his hands to himself at the outset this time #Something about the idea of trying to seduce Dipper when he's like this makes his organs feel squirmy in a bad way #It's kind of cute having a 'servant' that he just kidnapped. The cult was pretty cool! #He's much *less* thrilled to see the impact it's had on his defiant stubborn husband. The brains are there but they're full of delusions #Again something he would typically like but he's always loved that Dipper liked the *real* Bill. That's not what he's seeing now #Where's that insight?? The fond exasperation?? Where's him calling Bill an asshole and smacking him then kissing him anyway??? #Watching Dipper shrink back and shut his mouth makes Bill disappointed every time. What a pain. #It's frankly a huge relief when Dipper starts getting snappy and petty again; Bill's gonna be *extra* annoying just to encourage it #He knew nothing would keep Pine Tree down for long 😌 #Dipper here going 'I should theoretically be worshipping this guy but he's an ASSHOLE and furthermore a huge goddamn dork.' #Torn between wanting to smother Bill with a pillow and kneel in a different way #Frantically googling whether it's weird to wanna murder your own deity and or seduce him. Can you do both.