#with feelings

[tinyarmedtrex]

I've got the mens rea if you've got the time

Read Chapter one here!

Preview:

Henry had, understandably, tried to grab them back. That resulted in Alex being pushed against the wall, Henry's body covering his. Then the dam had broken and the two of them were kissing, hands grabbing whatever they could as the forgotten post its fluttered to the floor. 

That was the day Alex realized that he didn’t so much hate Henry as found him unfairly attractive and that he desperately wanted to have sex with him. It was easy to confuse the two. 

#rwrb #firstprince #lawyer au #notsfw #office romance #with feelings #smut #tinyarmedtwrites

[dawnrider]

So I have finally decided to start moving older works from FFnet over to AO3. I've been hesitant because they are old and don't really reflect my writing style anymore, but it is an archive after all, and you get to see the journey, I suppose!

This is an old Modern AU, Friends to Lovers, College age InuKag, PWP/P with Feelings fic. If it's new to you, have fun. 😂 If you've read it before, maybe you'll enjoy the trip down memory lane with me.

Purple Lace on AO3

Lookit my shiny new banner!

#dawnrider fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #inukag #modern au #PWP #With FEELINGS #Old fic #Transitioning to AO3

[morathicain]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 奇蹟 | Kiseki: Dear to Me (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ai Di | Eddie/Chen Yi (Kiseki: Dear To Me) Characters: Ai Di | Eddie, Chen Yi (Kiseki: Dear To Me) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, blowjob, Jerking each other off, Porn with Feelings, Past Memories, some pain and angst, But shortly, sappy boys are in love, insane promises, i love them your honour, Yearning, Pining, it's finally requited, Bastards in Love, no beta we die like Thana Series: Part 8 of Kiseki - Dear to my burning heart Summary:

"Since when?", Chen Yi asks in the middle of a make out and Ai Di has a hard time not drowning in past memories of forbidden love.

#kiseki: dear to me #ai di x chen yi #chen yi x ai di #chen yi x eddie #ao3 #needed something quick before working on a longer wip #have fun! #smut #with feelings #reblogs appreciated

[souralmondmilksea]

I hardly know how to navigate all of this- emotionally and intellectually. I'm Jewish. If someone asked me if I think Jews ought to have a right to self-determination, of course I'd say yes. After everything that has happened throughout history, the fact that there exists a Jewish state is incredible, seems like a miracle. But why like this? Why at the cost of subjugation? At the cost of so much war? At the cost of so, so, so much death, all these years? "Why like this, why like this?"

I feel like that's all I can ask right now. Why is it like this?

And I want to add: My peers, my fellow people that want the world to be a safe and just place, whether you support the Israeli government, whether you support Palestinians, whether you don't support the Israeli government but want there to be a Jewish state or two states, whatever your views are- my god, please don't forget your humanity. Please do not celebrate civilian deaths. Please don't sneer at people's pain, even if they lie on the other side of the debate from you. I know mothers whose sons have been called to war on the side of Israel, grandmothers whose small grandchildren are hiding in bomb shelters on the other side of the world, Muslim friends whose family are in Gaza and have not been heard from in days. Please, please, please just... don't.

Even as I say this, I know some people might respond with outrage. But there are many people- well-meaning people- participating in these conversations without direct ties, without much knowledge beyong some instagram infographics, who are treating this like some sort of theoretical social justice exercise. This is real. I know many of you are against Israel, but don't dismiss your Jewish friend's pain (and don't assume that Jewish=pro-Israel). I know many of you are against Palestinians, but don't dismiss their pain. Just... don't forget your humanity. I don't know how I can express this without upsetting people, I know that it's possible I just sound like I'm saying "why can't we all be nice!"- that's not what I'm trying to convey. Just keep some sympathy with you. I understand that we must draw lines as to how far we can extend that sympathy. Loss is loss, though. Keep that sympathy with you as far as you can.

#israel #palestine #and before anyone jumps down my throat as everyone is wont to do online: per the first paragraph I clearly am disgusted at Israel's #subjugation of palestinians into second class citizens deprived of the same freedoms as Israeli Jews #and I am working as hard as I can to be informed #if you're going to come into the replies or my inbox please know I am very interested in knowing your views and that I'm a person with #with feelings

[beccibarnes]

Hello! I ADORE the fics you've written inspired by Good Omens fan art here on Tumblr, and I'm excited for your Trick or Treat ficlets! May I request a spicy treat 🍂? I was especially intrigued by "porn with feelings."😉 Thank you! 🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤

A spicy treat for the Ineffable Husbands!

Hi! First of all, thank you so much! 💕 Your request got so out of hand, you have no idea :D I planned for ficlets... but now you have 1.8k of something I consider to be porn with feelings. I hope you like it 🍂

Story on AO3

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“Let there be fire,” Crowley said. The flames in their fireplace immediately obeyed and began to crackle as if they had been burning for hours.

“Ah, bless you,” Aziraphale said thankfully, taking off his rain-damp coat and his thick woollen scarf. Crowley just winked in response. He never wore a coat he needed to take off and his scarf was more of a fashion accessory than an actual piece of clothing. All he did was kick his shoes off his feet, deciding it took an acceptable short amount of time to justify not miracling it. A casual hand wave of Aziraphale, however, lined them neatly up against the wall. 

"It's freezing cold outside and we don't even have December yet," he complained, following Crowley into the living room.

“Winter is coming,” the demon said casually. “Hot cocoa then? To warm you up?” Aziraphale’s bright smile was answer enough. 

While Aziraphale made himself comfortable on the sofa, wrapping the woollen blanket around himself, Crowley proceeded to the adjoining kitchen. According to Aziraphale, miracled food always had a stale taste, but there was nothing wrong with using a dash of magic to accelerate the process. The milk was heated up in an instant, any remaining cocoa clumps dissolved like nothing, and the cream was perfectly whipped with a snap.

When Crowley returned to the living room, Aziraphale had turned into an angel-shaped burrito. A hand dug its way out of the tightly wrapped blanket to take the winged mug. Aziraphale's fingers brushed over Crowley's as he handed him the steaming cocoa.

“Oh Lord, your hands are icy,” Aziraphale said. “That’s what you get for refusing to put on a coat. You must be freezing, my dear.”

“No,” Crowley replied and sat down next to the blanket burrito. “Never have been freezing in my life, not gonna start with it now."

Nevertheless, the angel had enveloped him too with the blanket as soon as Crowley had stopped speaking. Wrapped tightly together, Aziraphale clasped his mug and sipped his cocoa, while Crowley just stared into the flames in front of them. He tried not to think too much about the very comfortable body next to him. There was something very personal to him about Aziraphale getting himself cosy and enjoying earthly pleasures.

Objectively spoken, there was nothing arousing about an angel drinking cocoa. But then again, arousal was rarely objective. Embraced by the blanket, watched by the fire and with Aziraphale in his mind, Crowley’s temperature rose rapidly. It was merely a factual sensation to him, though, to feel his blood rushing faster than before. He knew, his hands were warm, although he didn’t feel them being warm. He had never bothered to get into that part of his human incorporation. He thought it quite a benefit not having to worry about weather-appropriate clothing.

Aziraphale’s hand on his own pulled Crowley out of his thoughts. “You’re reheating way faster than I am,” Aziraphale said. His hands wandered to Crowley’s face to gently check his temperature. “Must be your inner demonic fire.”

“Uhrm,” Crowley agreed, strained. There sure was something burning inside him, but it had nothing to do with him being a demon. Although, with lust being a sin, that might be debatable. 

“Sometimes I wish you could share just a little bit of that heat,” Aziraphale murmured and kissed Crowley’s cheek. The prospect shot through Crowley’s body like lightning.

“Oh yeah?” he asked and pulled the mug out of Aziraphale’s hands. “Maybe I should be your blanket then,” he tried. “Way more effective, than this old thing.” He shoved said old thing down their shoulders and to the side. With relief, he felt Aziraphale responding. The angel pulled him close as he dropped to his back, coming to lie on the sofa. Crowley followed willingly, letting his hips spread Aziraphale’s legs until he lay flat on top of him, like a weighted demon-shaped blanket. 

Aziraphale’s exhale wasn’t quite a moan, but a distinct expression of comfort. His hands crawled under Crowley’s shirt and Crowley was sure they were still cold. Fortunately, he could enjoy the touch without shivering. 

They stayed like that, pressed together by gravity, and just feeling the other’s body.

“Heated up yet?” Crowley asked after a while. 

“Not quite,” Aziraphale murmured into his hair. 

“Gotta get a little more creative it seems,” Crowley said and propped himself up on one arm. He was sinfully aware of the leverage pressing their hips together in the process. Aziraphale had to feel it too. It probably was the cause of his surprised gasp. With one hand, Crowley started unbuttoning the waistcoat. 

“You know,” the angel said, “generally, less clothing is not helping people become warmer.”

“Generally,” Crowley repeated. “Might not apply to this particular case.” He went on unbuttoning the shirt underneath the waistcoat and finally reached bare skin. “It certainly helps to get the blood flowing,” he murmured, letting his hand run over Aziraphale’s chest. He felt the familiar slopes and valleys, his beloved structures and softness under his fingers as they travelled down to the button of Aziraphale’s trousers. He never reached them, as they were gone before he had even set a clear thought on it. He looked back up, to see Aziraphale’s innocent smile that could fool anyone but Crowley.

“Naughty, Angel,” he said under his breath, taken aback by the sudden sensation of bare skin touching. Not only Aziraphale’s clothes had miraculously vanished, the Angel had meant business. 

Crowley leaned down for a kiss, tasting the remnants of cocoa on his angel’s lips. Sweet and rich it enhanced the distinctive flavour of Aziraphale underneath. Tender yet strong hands caressed his back, holding on to his shoulder blades, as Crowley slowly started grinding their hips together. Aziraphale’s eyes fell shut but Crowley kept his gaze fixed. Not wavering in his movements, he watched Aziraphale’s mouth twitch, his lashes flutter and his cheeks flush. Observing all the reactions he was responsible for, Crowley reached down. The sounds he could elicit from Aziraphale with deliberate movements of his fingers were delicious to listen to. They were churning in his chest and his loins alike as he was preparing his angel, gently probing and gradually opening him up. 

When he retracted his hand, to close it around Aziraphale’s hard middle, the latter re-opened his eyes and Crowley could not resist kissing him again. With tender determination he pressed their lips together, showcasing all the want that had gathered inside him, pleading for release. And Aziraphale answered him without words, shifting his body just a little until Crowley found his longing cock aligned with Aziraphale’s entrance. 

Aziraphale’s moan got lost in Crowley’s mouth as he pushed forward. Gently and slowly he savoured every inch of heavenly tightness that enclosed him as the angel’s body welcomed him. 

He let out a deep moan and sunk back on Aziraphale’s chest for a moment, just revelling in the sensation of their union.

“You don’t feel it, do you?” Aziraphale asked, and the slight change of tone made Crowley look up.

“What?” Crowley panted. He was buried deep inside his angel and could feel that very clearly.

“You said you don’t freeze,” Aziraphale said softly, stroking Crowley’s back. “You can’t just turn off the cold temperatures, they come in a package.” 

Crowley didn’t know how to respond, so he said nothing and Aziraphale didn’t follow up on it. A few seconds of awkward silence passed, before Crowley dared to continue moving, flooding Aziraphale’s head with thoughts of a different kind.

Crowley lifted his chest again to find a better angle and beneath him Aziraphale shivered at the loss of contact, and perhaps warmth. Finding a calm and steady rhythm, Crowley coaxed little sounds of pleasure out of his angel with every gentle push and tender pull. When their eyes met in between fluttering eyelids, their lips found each other for a long loving kiss. Aziraphale’s finger dug deep into the red hair, messing around like their tongues did. When they parted, Aziraphale’s hands came to a rest at both sides of Crowley’s jaw, holding his face. 

“You have no idea what you miss, my dear,” he whispered. Crowley’s regular thrusts staggered then halted.

“Huh?” he panted, his brain struggling to catch up.

“Warmth,” Aziraphale said. “Comfort in warmth, pleasure in heat, the touch of another’s skin’s temperature.” 

Crowley’s eyes darted from left to right. “Are we really having this conversation right now?” he asked out of breath. “Like... this?” He gestured vaguely downwards where they were the most connected two human-shaped beings could ever be. 

“Yes,” Aziraphale replied, determined. “You miss out on so much.” For the second time this evening, Crowley was at a loss for words. He just kept staring down at Aziraphale who still held his face in his hands. “Just turn it on.” Aziraphale’s voice was barely more than a soft sigh but it was the pleading in his eyes that cracked Crowley’s weak defences. He looked up to the ceiling, concentrating on the plethora of internal stops he could pull with this human body. That he was still sinfully interlocked with Aziraphale, including his blood being needed down there, didn’t help and it took him a while to find the right corner of his brain. He hadn’t ever spent much thought on using it but for Aziraphale’s sake, he was willing to try. And he could always switch it back off afterwards.

It didn’t need much of an effort and Crowley looked back down at Aziraphale, brows lifted in question. Then he gasped as he was hit by the sensation, that started in his groin. Aziraphale was hot around him. Almost painfully hot, he was burning around his cock like a furnace. He was heating up Crowley’s middle all the way up to his stomach and beyond.

Crowley’s whole body trembled in the sudden warmth and the sensation burned through all his nerves like a pyroclastic flow, rapid and unstoppable. It was too much and he let out an animalistic moan before he noticed why. His cock was twitching inside Aziraphale, every movement accumulating more heat. He was a volcano erupting, filling Aziraphale hot and smouldering and he was sure it would burn him just the same. 

Then the fire died down.

Crowley collapsed on Aziraphale’s chest and was met with more heat. But now it was bearable. Very bearable after the first moment of adjusting. Azirahpale’s chest was of comfortable warmth, emitting an aura he wanted to linger in, like the safety of an embrace, but less tangible. Crowley felt fingers caressing his neck and stroking his back and each one of them left a warm trail on his skin.

It took him longer than usual to catch his breath. Every other second he became aware of another new sensation on another inch of his body. Aziraphale's warm skin under his chest, the flickering flames in the fireplace, and eventually a fleeting cold on his bare back.

“Don’t you dare,” Aziraphale muttered, reaching for the forgotten blanket to cover them both. The chill faded away, replaced by woollen warmth. Crowley snuggled closer to Aziraphale’s warm chest, vowing never to turn his temperature sensitivity off ever again. Not that he would ever admit it to Aziraphale.

#ficlet #smut #with feelings #trick or treat ficlets 2023 #i say ficlet but this is 1.8k #fanfiction #ineffable husbands #good omens

[scribbles504]

Would it be so terrible if people would be respectful when putting dnis instead of putting “x type of person can f*ck off because this content isn’t for them” like seriously people you dont agree with still deserve respect. Also i dont want to be scrolling through my fyp and seeing stuff like that. Even if it doesn’t affect me it still is upsetting/slightly triggering

#neurodivergent #dni #respect #fyp #idk what tags to use #system #osdd 1b #osdd #osdd system #traumagenic system #people are people #ok? #endos are people #with feelings #and can actually be hurt by stuff like this #also #some traumagenic systems think they’re endos #and that’s ok #but when you do stuff like this #you could be hurting traumagenic systems as well

[legendarysocks]

That moment when your first fic starts as a vent fic and a year later it's your precious child that you've poured your heart and soul into... There's only one problem...the moment this fic became more than I'd planned for, the beginning no longer does it justice... That said, I would love it if more people gave my fic a chance. I know it's triggering and the content is NOT everyone's ideal reading material, but I'm so proud of how far it has come and how I've grown as I've been writing it. A Matter of Days

Please consider giving it a chance!

#bkdk fic #bakudeku #whump #with feelings #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #WITH ART #mha #fanfic

[lilitblaukatz]

So mind flayer is the brain but Will is the heart? He will watch his friends die?

Also was waiting for the evil look 🧡

#byler #stranger things #no Will isn't a villain #he created villains #hey Mike were you scared of Eleven #Now brace yourself #No worries #They both will come through #with feelings #i don't know about lives tho

[chaotictarlos]

actors are not their characters and it's time people start separating the two.

#actors do not owe anyone anything just because they appear in a show #even if their character is one that is inspiring to people #or some people see themselves in the characters #actors are humans #with feelings #they are not a fictional figment of imagination #they certainly do not have to tell their sexuality to anyone #fuck off if you think otherwise

[vilea777]

sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour

#bpd blog #bpd fp #bpd mood #bpd problems #bpd shit #bpd stuff #bpd thoughts #bpd vent #actually bpd #bpd #borderline pd #borderline things #borderline problems #living with borderline #borderline blog #borderline thoughts #being borderline #borderline culture is #actually borderline #borderline personality disorder #bpd feels #bpd safe #bpd culture is

[afeelgoodblog]

#wholesome #blessed #feel good

[antlerlad]

happy tdov my loves. don't let anyone else define your transness for you.

help trans women evacuate gaza

#tdov #trans day of visibility #tdov 2024 #comic #nonbinary #i havent done a little comic in a while. feels good

[vamprisms]

i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.

#like majority of the time kids are not just 'being naughty'. they have big feelings inside little bodies it's a lot #also like. #it should be illegal to dye your hair fun colours if you aren't prepared for kids in public to ask if youre related to a my little pony #EDIT: the notes on this post are an absolute cesspool. i don't care about your reasons for hating kids you sound like a disney villain

[teaboot]

When I was a kid one of my moms would call her period "moon time" or "her monthlies" or shit like that and my other mom straight up stealthed it, but when I'm a dad I think I'm gonna go straight down the middle and call it Werewolf Week. Like sorry kids, dad can't roughouse right now, it's Werewolf Week

#Plus my sense of smell always goes crazy like a couple days prior #So #I feel like I could really lean into the mythos #They'll get the talk of course but Werewolf Week sounds way cooler than Lady Time or whatever the fuck

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[owlpellet]

i thought my laptop was on its last leg because it was running at six billion degrees and using 100% disk space* at all times and then i turned off shadows and some other windows effects and it was immediately cured. i just did the same to my roommate's computer and its performance issues were also immediately cured. okay. i guess.

so i guess if you have creaky freezy windows 10/11 try searching "advanced system settings", go to performance settings, and uncheck "show shadows under windows" and anything else you don't want. hope that helps someone else.

*yes sorry i mean usage i posted this before bed :( i do not mean the hard drive is full aaaaghhhh

#i feel like such a dumdum #i thought i needed a new HDD for sure #i can use this thing again....