Put Him On His Knees Give Him Something To Believe

24F

[sulfuree]

Sulfuree (Ree.talks)

> 24

> A blog for mainly for my interests, but I’m trying to write more

>Minors do not interact/ Blank blogs DNI (I will block)

> She/Her

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT + this blog may contain dark content

Ree.writes for writing tag

Masterlist

My favorites at the moment: jjk, Haikyuu, MHA, Dragon Age,

[anyataylorjoys]

The Watermelon Woman (1996) dir. Cheryl Dunye

[seeveekat]

Hey this movie is really important in queer history! It was the first feature length film directed by a black lesbian! You can watch it here for free!

I really recommend you do because while it is a rom-com (and a drama), it also looks at how the stories of black queers are over looked in history.

[hawnks]

Alphas imprinting and becoming obsessed with providing for you. Check ins to make sure you've eaten, making sure you have comfortable clothing, that you're rested, that you feel safe. Nesting instinct in full swing

[ydotome]

Shouto Todoroki (轟 焦凍) - Boku no Hero Academia - Episode 171

[myuminji]

winter is coming... ☃️

FIELD TRIP! FIELD TRIP! FIELD TRIP!

[oliversonder]

eppy

[tteokdoroki]

Big fan of whatever this is

[i115ve]

iloveher

[karpkkoi]

jjk art drop

[sulfuree]

All in my room is a song that belongs to Peter Parker and Leon Kennedy. Yearners for real

[sulfuree]

Need to finish my Leon fic so I can thirst for him and post all my visions of him

[sulfuree]

Minors and blank blogs DNI

There’s an image in my mind of Emma asking Park to help her put together furniture for her new apartment because she “doesn’t know anyone else who can help her.”

He arrives in loose jeans and a white shirt already rolled up slightly at the sleeves. Bringing in his toolbox even when Emma insists all the furniture was easy enough to put together.

“We’ll see about that,” he tells her, entering her space for the first time. Caught off guard garland of construction paper streaming from the ceiling and freshly painted wooden trays set out to dry. There were cans of paint and enamel for cabinets. A tarp already laid out with boxes contains a few shelves sitting on top.

“I rented the sander,” she tells him proudly. It’s a nice surprise. He had envisioned himself doing the bulk of the work while Emma waited and watched from the sidelines. Anticipation rose once he observed her walk over, her outfit consisting of thigh length loose shorts and a tank top to fight the summer heat, and plop down onto the tarp.

They work together, Emma putting on a playlist of dulcet tones intermittently interrupted by early 2000s pop. He puts together cabinets while Emma sands down a dresser she snatched off of Facebook marketplace.

They eat sandwiches for lunch while she shows him a binder of inspiration and her plans for renovating. He tries to advise her on how to make her projects friendly for her rental but Emma quickly waves him off saying she’d rather be happy than have her deposit back.

It’s later, when the sun begins to set in the horizon and Emma yawns for the first time that Park decides it’s time to wrap up. He places the shelves and cabinets how she wants, he folds up the tarp, and helps her store away the paint despite Emma’s insistence she needs them set out to motivate her to work during the week.

“You’re going to paint after 12 hour shifts?” He pierces her with a look when she shakes her head, smiling. “Then the pain goes into the closet.”

It’s then that he notices the old hinges on the door to her hallway closet and her bedroom. Rather than leave a hazard in place, Park picked up new hinges (gold to match the color scheme Emma meticulously curated) and dinner.

It’s the first time all day that Emma rests while he works. Poking her fork into the baby spinach, black berries, blueberries, and feta of her salad, she looks up to see Park lift her heavy door, screw it in place. Eyes sinking down, averting in respect of his furrowed brow and the attractive clench of his jaw in concentration, she’s caught in the barely exposed sliver of his abdomen. The white shirt riding up.

It had been so long, not even with her boyfriend did she have to deal with what was accosting her now; a mortifying roll of her stomach, a feeling of emptiness wanting to be filled. Her desire burnish her fingertips that wished to be where the hem of his shirt was now.

“You okay,” he asks, stepping away from the newly finished door, his attention split without noticing her combative emotions.

Emma only nods.

“We got some good work done today. When should we keep going?”

“Oh,” she startled. “The big things are done so I’ve got it from here.” She nods again as if confirmation of her responsible attitude. Park cracks his own smile.

“Well, you have quite the binder of ideas. It might not be a bad idea to have a helper.”

[sulfuree]

Javadi and Ogilvie couple costume for Halloween as Rapunzel and Flynn Ryder

[sodaneko]

getting your hair washed by big, calloused hands that are so damn gentle with you. working through every knot and every bit of tension sitting in your scalp after a long day. making sure don't get any shampoo in your eyes. forehead kisses and a hand in your nape to coax you out of the shower. getting bundled up in a big towel while also getting the side of your neck kissed. sitting on the bathroom floor between spread legs and having your hair dried with so much patience and care by someone who, no matter how tired, will never get tired of you–of taking care of you.

[asieybarbie]

mutha semiu grier

[wadigrove]

being bounced in yandere deku’s lap like a ragdoll #needthat

[majestictortoise]

puttering around the house is an underrated form a self-care. make some tea or coffee. put on a podcast. sort the mail. tidy some pillows and fold some blankets. start the laundry. thaw some soup. just casually wander around aimlessly doing little things to make your space and life a little nicer. who cares if you get distracted or only do a little. you aren't being productive. you're puttering.