#(some soft)

[lenreli]

[chaotic-poet]

Luminous Lux Tides - AcewithaMace - Video Blogging RPF [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/69267066

He thinks Dream would look marvelous as a statue, like the ones of Greek heroes and deities, crafted with precision, yet a devotion that made stone and metal seem soft.

Or

George is soft for Dream, and they hang out in their hot tub

[ninjasmudge]

screenshots that make me feel feelings

[cherry-pop-elf]

Like A Flower

Long Shouren X Reader: Platonic Fic

Warnings: None. Just Fluff. Platonic X Readers are valid and deserved. Sometimes you just need a father figure. Not always romance

“No luck-?” A tender voice spoke behind you, as a shade soon fell over your body. Hidden under a almost green glow, as you turned your head. Eyes meeting that of your Dragonology Professor. You had been sitting there, in the Padlock, for over a hour now. Just trying to finish your homework, but struggling with such.

“Maybe-“ You muttered, as you stared at your notes. Frustrated with the lack of progress you were making. Who knew studying about dragons could be so difficult. You loved dragons. Yet it seemed just because you love something, you don’t know it inside and out. Left you frustrated that your desired reflected no results.

“Show me what troubles you-“ Your professor ordered, as he soon was sitting next to you. His umbrella secure in his lap, as you were both shielded from the heat of the late autumn weather. Left to just hand over your papers, for his working hand to take. Trained eyes would glance over the ink work, before smiling.

“No no no-“ He laughed, as he shook his head. “You can not be aggressive with Dragons. No no, that is what will make you end up like me-“ He lightly joked, as he would roll the metal joints of his wrist. “You must be kind, and gentle. They are living and breathing creatures. Just like us.” He would explain, leaving you confused.

“But they are dragons. Don’t you need to like….Show who’s in charge?” You asked, getting a nod. “Yes, but that isn’t going to work on every dragon. Much like how certain study method’s will not work on every student.” He would, gently, explain. Why did he always have to be so calm, and so right?

“Yeah. Guess that’s true-“ You mumbled, as you watched the young dragons. How they played with each other, chewed on bones, and over all were so puppy like. Taking a moment to just watched them, and breathing, helped give a new insight. You could feel your professor smiling, as you stopped stressing so hard. Just taking time to smell the roses.

“There you go-“ He whispered, before he plucked up one of the wild flowers of the forests edge. He then handed it over to you. “Dragons are like flowers. Some are more deadly than others. They are beautiful, come in so many shapes and sizes, but most importantly this. They all deserve love, kindness, shelter, and health. They deserve to to grow freely in nature. Not locked away, just for people’s pleasure. Nature is to be free.” He said, as you took notes on that.

“Thanks. Think I might have this homework figured out now.” You smiled, as you held the flower up to yourself. Smelling it, as he patted your head. With his living hand, seeming proud. “Wonderful. If you ever have questions, or wish to simply relax, my tent is always open.” He offered, before walking off.

Now left with your thoughts, one of the baby dragons would waddle towards you. Tilting its head, with big and curious eyes. You tilted back, and mimicked. That made the dragon give a trill of happiness, and you laughed. Yeah. Like a flower. Feed it love, and they’ll bloom.

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[brokeniisms]

❤ :Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Cloud’s most sensitive part is his jawline, and the area surrounding his ear. It's a very teasing spot. In an intimate setting(with someone he truly cares for) it can lead him to soften up and take slow breaths. It can make him really shy if you keep it up while complimenting him. It would only be a matter of time before he's all pent up and just kisses you.

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[rebecca-polidori]

Lady Dimitrescu and her 3 daughters

[4am-obey-me-thoughts]

Midnight Snack

@himbo-beel

“Can’t sleep, MC?” Beel asked, clearly the last of the food on his plate. No telling what it was now, but it smelt good.

You shook your head. Tired. You were so tired. An exhaustion creeping into your bones. Fogging your mind.  Running on a few hours each day, lucky permitting. The little sleep you did get didn’t last long, disturbed by something you couldn’t place.

Stress? Anxiety? Maybe. Satan suggested you stop gaming so late with Levi. It took the rest of your willpower not to say how much he sounded like Lucifer

“Me too.” From the plates and open fridge, he must have come for a midnight snack.

Finding Beel in the kitchen late at night came as no surprise. Almost a comfort. Knowing someone would be awake to keep you company if you asked. But before you could, he spoke up again.

“Come and sleep in my room, MC.” A warm smile, gentle and understanding. You nodded.

He led you back to his room, Belphie sound asleep as you quietly made your way to the unoccupied bed. Lying down under the soft covers, Beel held you close. The warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the fingers combing through your hair…

A yawn, eyes growing heavy as you pressed your forehead against his chest. A kiss to the top of your head.

“You help me fall asleep, maybe I can help you, too.”