#♱、for all !

[ioaezz]

HOTD ♱ TATBILB! ℳASTERLIST

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ YEARS AFTER THE DANCE OF THE DRAGONS you find an old box buried in the farthest corner underneath your bed containing all the love letters that you’ve written but never dared to sent. which only leaves you wondering for what could have been . . .

𝒫AIRING. . . multi!hotd!characters x fem!targ!reader

𝒢ENRE. . . romance, fluff, angst, series

𝒲ARNINGS. . . profanity, further warnings will be added to each chapter

𝒯AGLIST. . . open !

ℐOAEZZ. . . i hope i'll have enough energy + motivation to finish this one day but i doubt it. these stories can be read as a standalone but i suggest reading it in the order that they’re published bc it’ll make more sense. note: this is only very vaguely based on to all the boys i’ve loved before so it won’t follow the story line of the movies. i also wanted to mention that there’ll be two story lines; one where reader is around rhaenyra’s age and another where she’s around jace’s age so i can include more characters

♱ part one

001 ℒETTERS ℒEFT 𝒮EALED prologue

002 𝒮CREAMS 𝒜ND 𝒟REAMS gwayne h.

003 𝒩O 𝒪THER ℒOVE harwin s.

004 ℳIDNIGHT ℒOVE alicent h.

005 𝒜 𝒮UNDAY 𝒦IND 𝒪F ℒOVE end part one

♱ part two

001 ℒETTERS ℒEFT 𝒮EALED prologue

002 ℐ ℒOVE ℋOW 𝒴OU ℒOVE ℳE cregan s.

003 𝒩EVERMORE helaena t.

004 𝒪PERA ℋOUSE jacaerys v.

005 𝒜LWAYS 𝒻OREVER benjicot b.

006 𝒫OETRY ℳOTION end part two

to all the boys i’ve loved before © ioaezz, 2024.

[evergreen-endo]

SCREAM OF THE BUTTERFLY | Y. ENDO + C. TAKIISHI

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, blood, rough blowjob, takiishi smacks endo a couple times, reader referred to as her, bunny, + thing wc: 0.8k a/n: elaboration of this. pure filth. so.

takiishi holds you to him by your throat. he likes to feel himself fucking into you.

endo distracts you from the lack of oxygen, or he tries to at least. you know he’s well intentioned when he’s circling your clit with one tattooed hand and tweaking your nipple with the other. with his large frame wrapped around you from behind like this, he can crane his neck up to watch takiishi too, with the wet sounds of his cock gagging you in his ear. it’s like heaven to him.

endo turns his head to lick a stripe up your neck, trailing sloppy wet kisses down to the base where takiishi’s thumbs rest. the thought of taking a thumb into his mouth plagues him, and he can’t stop himself. but the second his hair tickles the sensitive skin of takiishi’s fingers, he’s glaring down at endo with murderous intent, and before either of you realize what’s happening, some of the pressure on your throat is relieved and endo is knocked back from his caging position around you.

“ahh, fuck,” he chuckles from behind you. you barely make it out as he drawls out a breathy “always in your way, ain’t I?”

paying him no mind, takiishi wordlessly turns his gaze back down to you, and without endo breathing down your neck, he can pull you further onto his cock. he delights in the glossy tears running down your cheeks, and strokes his thumb softly against your throat, though it does nothing to soothe the burn. you find yourself missing endo’s overbearing presence, and weakly stretch a hand out in his direction to find something to hold onto.

endo tsks, “such a greedy lil thing.” but his mouth feels empty, so he takes a few of your small fingers inside to keep his tongue busy, and you moan around takiishi’s cock at the contact. when he throws his head back and grunts, endo’s eyes narrow with mirth and he smirks around your fingers knowingly.

a dip in the bed behind you, and endo is taking your fingers that he very kindly slobbered on for you, and guiding your hand through your own folds. garbled noises and moans vibrate against takiishi’s cock as endo makes you pleasure yourself. gazing up at him, he sees the way his hips buck and knows he won’t last much longer. he just needs a little push. endo circles your wet fingers around your clit, his hair tickling your earlobe as he whispers, “come on bunny, make takiishi cum. I know you can do it.”

a strangled scream rips from your throat from the overwhelming pleasure endo’s giving you coupled with the oxygen that takiishi takes. as your walls clench around nothing, takiishi's hot streams of cum flood down your throat, but he pulls his hips back ever so kindly so you can taste him on your tongue, too.

endo couldn't move fast enough to clutch your jaw in his hands and press his open mouth to yours, flicking his tongue around yours and sucking it greedily. the bitter taste of cum on his lips mixes with something sharp and metallic, and he feels your mouth twitch in hesitance. he pulls back, a string of saliva and cum connecting the two of you. your eyes widen when you see smeared blood stains under his nose and upper lip. he follows your gaze, speaking lowly against your lips, "'kiishi got me good, huh?" he chuckles, "...but you'll clean me up, yeah?" before you can respond, his lips are on yours again, desperate and moaning and licking into your mouth, until he yelps and pulls away, your tired eyes fluttering open at the loss of contact.

takiishi's grabbing endo by the roots of his hair, pushing his nose into the bed like a bad dog. his harsh voice is barely audible to you, but clear in endo's ear, "look what you made her do. you wasted it." when he pulls endo back up, you notice the small wet spot on the sheets and a smear of cum against his hooked nose.

"I-I'm sorry chika, wanted to taste you so bad, I-"

a resounding smack echoes through the room, and endo's head flies into the pillow beside you. your gaze trails along his body, and he looks wrecked. his cock is straining against his sweats, his torso covered in bites and bruises, chest heaving, and his upper lip, stretched into a wide, dazed smile, is stained with drying blood and cum. takiishi's cold eyes glare down into endo's gleaming ones. the tension between them has you clenching your thighs together.

"you'll have to make it up to us," takiishi spits. endo shivers in pure delight.

you're in for a long night.

[angel-void]

Ethel Cain looks ♱ I: Mikio Sakabe Fall2024 II: Simone Rocha Spring2023*edit III: Rodarte Spring2017 IV: Olivier Theyskens Fall2019

[satosktty]

ive always wondered how sukuna and satoru would interact if he hadn't killed satoru and instead kept him, maybe an extreme binding vow to rid him of his six eyes ( sukuna will never beat the binding vow merchant allegations as long as he's thought of )

how would satoru interact with the world now? would his skin be sensitive from the years of keeping it concealed with infinity; would it burn in the sun if he was out for too long?

satoru would have to come to terms with being something defined outside of strength, something less god-like or weaponized, but human. i can just imagine post-sukuna take over where he's indulging all of the hobbies satoru wants like a mom who just dealt with her child going from basketball player to musician to magician in the span of an hour. regardless of it all he continues to let satoru experience everything he couldn't as the strongest

would satoru's dream change? instead of always working towards a goal that surrounded others maybe he'd have one to be something else for once—sukuna himself would say that satoru would be an exceptional physicist

just imagining sukuna starting to write like his own favorite poets; taking notes of satoru who unwilling and also unaware muse as sukuna writes about their shared days after the destruction in shinjuku. he will truly never forget satoru: rather it be the one he first met as the strongest or the man he sits close to ( when allowed ) and reads haiku's from the heian era to

I forgot to mention that during these cute moments satoru actively is trying to kill sukuna because he's never been rendered this helpless before without a comeback

[sheinsidemymindvro]

[souvlakicocaine]

manifesting cool vibes, in a cool place (hopefully europe), going 2 more raves, and a either a relationship or finally peace and contentment with my solitude 🧿

[seraphmaws]

Asa Mitaka Layouts!

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Rqed by @sacrificesse ! No kin/id/me tags please!

[bbloodsucker]

he's autistic & his special interest is cannibalism as a metaphor for divine love or gay sex

[astralnymphh]

finding out i'm suddenly unfriended on multiple apps out of nowhere has to be the cherry on top of this already buttass bootyshit month 😭

[ioaezz]

HOTD ♱ TATBILB! ℒETTERS ℒEFT 𝒮EALED

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ WHILE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK with your children, you found the old wooden box that you had hidden underneath your bed years ago. a distant longing provokes you to read the letters one last time but fortunately you have your husband ready to take care of you so you won’t revisit the past and open healed wounds.

𝒫AIRING. . . harwin strong x fem!targ!reader

𝒲ORDCOUNT. . . 2.3k

𝒢ENRE. . . romance, fluff, angst, series

𝒲ARNINGS. . . reader has white hair and purple eyes, mention of swords??, hints of smut / leads to smut but no actual smut, harwin survived au, daemon and rhaenyra survived au

ℐOAEZZ. . . first part omg. this is a lot shorter than the upcoming parts bc i’m going to try to reach about 8k-10k words for every letter part. please do keep in mind that english is not my native language and i haven’t written in a while so it might have quite a lot of errors.

𝓗ushed giggles spilled from underneath the grand bed that was placed across from the balcony. Two small boys were lying on their stomachs as they hid from you and their father.

Earlier that morning when you were all breaking your fast together your youngest son Daenyr slyly suggested that you should all play a game together as a way to bond he had said. Your husband was immediately up to the idea, willing to do anything to please his children and you nodded along. After all it had been a long time since you all had some time to spend together so the game of hide and seek ensued with you and your husband as the seekers, as usual.

You had entered your bedchamber a few moments ago after having found your youngest daughter, Anyta who still seemed to lack the total understanding of the game as she decided to hide on top of a bush in the garden. Harwin had spotted her from a window on the second floor and quickly hurried to go pick her up before joining you on your walk to find your remaining children.

The laughter in ceased as the twins realized someone had entered the room as your footsteps echoed through the otherwise silent area. As you approached the bed the two boys clasped their hands in front of their mouths in a poor attempt to quiet their breathing.

You shared an amused look with your husband before you got on your knees, leaning down to look under the bed only to discover two pairs of bright lilac eyes staring right back at you. "Muña!" The eldest of the two boys called out, already wriggling from under the furniture to reach you, while his brother pouted that they had lost for what seemed to be the hundredth time that morning.

Edmund leaped towards you with great joy, always excited to return to the safety of your loving arms while Daenyr was stuck underneath the bed. Your elder son clung onto you as you tried to convince him to let you go for just a minute so you could help his brother but you faltered when you heard a thud which was then swiftly followed by a wince.

"Are you hurt?" You worried, brows deeply furrowed as you peeked back under the bed after Edmund had let go of his iron grip on you. Utter astonishment filled your body as you noticed the familiar wooden box in Daenyr’s grasp. He smiled although slightly crookedly before you came to your senses and carefully pulled him from the entrapment. The younger boy could not help but linger in your embrace, relishing in the affection before turning to his brother with a renewed excitement.

"Look what I found under there!" He exclaimed, his brother already moving to join him on the sofa as they examined the box in curiosity. Your husband approached the three of you, placing your daughter on the couch beside her brothers who made sure to include her.

"What is it?" Anyta contested, tracing the carved pattern on the chest, almost in some kind of trance while Edmund made an effort to pry the lock open.

"I was wondering the same thing," Harwin settled behind you, his bulking arms wrapping around your waist while his face rested on your shoulder. His dark curls were pressed against your silvery-white hair which created a great contrast that you saw in your own children. As you watched the boys experiment with the box, you could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face. Blush arose over your cheeks as you attempted to remain as unbothered as humanly possible but your husband knew you better than you did by now.

Yet before you got the opportunity to reply, your eldest child burst into the room without any form of announcement. She appeared to be disgruntled at being left out but elated by the fact that she had ended up as the victor once more.

"Have I won?" Maelys grinned, prancing over towards her siblings who merely rolled their eyes at their eldest sister's gloating. Daenyr in particular seemed aggravated by her demeanour and discarded the box to charge at her in a playful manner.

Your heart filled with warmth at the sight of your tight-knit family together, inclining into Harwin's firm chest as he placed a gentle kiss against the side of your head. His well-groomed beard tickled your cheek which elicited a soft giggle from you, a sound that he adored more than anything. So once he detected what the motive was for your unexpected laughter, he made sure to rub his beard further against any part of your smooth skin he could reach.

"Quit it," you cracked up, moving as far as you could while remaining in his hold, but your husband only grinned widely before resolving to placing kisses all over your face instead. Your eldest three children instantly imitated a gag which made you turn towards them with a raised brow. Only Anyta didn't appear to care for the physical affection that you and her father conveyed, as she preferred to fondle the box instead.

"Father! Let go of muña!" Edmund exclaimed, which made his older sister snort while Harwin scoffed in disbelief that his own blood would betray him like that.

"Yes, father, please do spare our eyes," Maelys agreed with a teasing lilt in her tone.

"I cannot believe that I am not allowed to kiss my wife in my very own household," Harwin shook his head as his brows furrowed, pretending to be in shock but when your children were giggling amongst each other he let the love and fondness that he held for them show on his face. You chuckled, turning your head scarcely to meet his loving eyes which rarely ever left your form before piping up.

"How could we have raised such spiteful little creatures, dear husband? Perhaps we ought to send them to their grandfather Daemon. He would certainly discipline them," the lie easily slipped out of your mouth as you shrugged but the suggestion alone seemed to horrify your boys who immediately started pleading not to be sent away. Especially not to their grandfather Daemon who had once chased them with his Valyrian sword Dark Sister with the excuse of turning them into real men.

"Please muña! You can kiss father as much as you please! Just do not send us to our grandsire!" You feigned to mull over it while Harwin suppressed his laughter by concealing his face in the crook of your neck.

"I shall consider it if you will go and tend to your lessons dutifully," your sons instantly jumped up, not wasting a second as they quickly gave you a kiss on your cheek before rushing out of your bedroom to track down the knights assigned to training them whenever Harwin was unable to do so.

Maelys, who was old enough not to fall for such tricks, merely giggled before reaching down to pick up her younger sister so they could proceed to attend their own lessons as well.

"I shall miss it when they are going to be old enough to realize that you were only jesting," the eldest girl sighed wishfully. She walked over to kiss you and Harwin on the cheek, while Anyta simply waved at you two with a joyous smile. The two of you returned the sweet sentiment to your youngest child and remained standing in the same place until Maelys closed the door behind her with a mumble about having enough siblings already.

"I cannot believe we are finally alone at last," Harwin grinned once the door to your chambers closed. He looked down at you, a suggestive glint in his eyes as he seized your form but before he could reach for you, you skillfully dodged his calloused hands.

"Must you always tease me like this, my love?" He groaned, his curls falling in his face as he approached you with his shoulders broadened.

"Do not lie and say you do not enjoy it," your words came out hushed as the proximity between the two of you became slimmer by the second. He delicately cupped your face between his hands. The devoted look in his eyes made your fingers twitch at your sides as his nose grazed against yours in a loving manner.

"You know me so well," he grinned, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. Whatever little resistance was left in you seemingly vanished as you closed whatever distance there was left. Your hands instantly moved to clasp around his curls while he held your face and waist.

The kiss was disheveled as the both of you kept smiling into it, your noses repeatedly bumping into one another while breathy moans left your husband as you gently tugged his hair. The desire in the atmosphere had turned almost suffocating which you gave you some strength to foolishly attempt to pull away but alas it was futile as he held you even closer. His hands tightened around your pliable skin and while it wouldn't leave any marks, his touch would be eternally engraved into your skin and soul.

"Harw-" you managed to utter before his lips were latched onto yours once more. A giggle escaped you, which seemed to satisfy your husband as he in turn smiled. Once you were both entirely winded, he ultimately let you pull away. Your breaths mingled as you breathed each other in, his eyes which were showcasing all his adoration for you remaining locked onto yours.

"You have bewitched me," he concluded. A grin spread across your face as you placed another fleeting kiss on his lips, which left him yearning for more. You quickly slipped out of his hold before he would entrap you again and your gaze fell upon the wooden box on the sofa which was discarded by your children. Your eyes softened before you leaned down to pick it up carefully.

Harwin watched on in marvel, positioning his hand on the small of your back to guide you towards your shared bed so the both of you could sit down. The plush covers engulfed your body, but you paid no mind to it as you faintly wiped away the dust that had accumulated over the years. Your fingers gently toyed with the lock before you glanced up to your husband only to see him eyeing you closely.

As you leaned over his lap, he quickly took a hold of your waist to make sure you wouldn't plunge onto the floor. You opened the drawer that stood beside your side of the bed and scoured around for a minute before your fingers wrapped around a familiar silver key.

You huffed moderately as you sat back up properly. "What does the box contain?" Harwin questioned, his voice calm as his fingers caressed your knee comfortingly, which gave you the courage to open the box to your past.

"Letters that I once wrote," you exhaled as you unlocked it. The lock opened with a rusty click. You removed it cautiously before discarding it beside you, already long forgotten, as you looked into the box. Harwin shifted closer to see what it contained and, just like you had previously stated, it held three letters. A treacherous breath left your lips as you grasped the one that lay on the top.

It was the one you had written for Harwin.

Your husband lifted a brow at the sight of his name neatly jotted down on the yellowish paper. Blush spread across your cheeks as you recalled how you had written it in candlelight as dusk had shrouded your room at King's Landing and you dared not to look at the man sitting beside you. Harwin's lips quirked upwards into a smirk at your apparent flustered state. He inched his hand slightly higher up, which did not help you pacify in the least.

"For me?" He inquired, a teasing lilt to his tone that never failed to exhilarate you in a way no words could ever convey.

"It- it is nothing," you made an effort to dismiss it, but your husband merely chuckled before moving further onto the lavish bed, tugging you along and you couldn't find it in you to protest as the sight in front of you graced your eyes.

You relented sooner than you wished to admit as you maneuvered to lay beneath him so he could properly start lapping at your neck as he so desperately wished to. His beard tickled your delicate skin, his mouth quickly moving across the column of your neck, seemingly knowing precisely where your weak spot was. The second his lips latched onto that particular part of your skin, a moan escaped your lips as the box fell from your grasp.

Neither of you paid any mind to the clattering noise of the wood, too invested in one another to notice anything else except the sounds the other made.

The letters slid out of their container and spread out across the floor. Each was addressed to someone who had once upon a time held your heart, though only one would be the one to truly have your heart and soul in the end.

And it was exceptionally evident who it was as Harwin's tunic was carelessly tossed away, covering the heap of letters on the floor as if he mended any remaining heartache you had kept with you over the years.

to all the boys i’ve loved before © ioaezz, 2024.

[evergreen-endo]

WE PLAY THE SAME KEYS AT DIFFERENT TIMES — r. kaji.

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, car sex, spit. wc: 0.8k a/n: unedited. thought about him on my drive home. enjoy. 

You and Kaji can’t ever just listen to music in the car together.

He really never intended for it to be like this at first— but once it happened the first time, it’s all he could think of the next time he got in his car. It’s the same every time; inviting you for a ride to listen to a tune that’s stuck in his head, one he claims he can’t get rid of until he hears it again. But with him, it can never just be one song. There are too many that make him think of you these days, despite his best efforts to press skip on those in particular. 

He drives around until night falls, and you’ve both shared everything you’ve had on repeat this week. As he pulls onto the highway, the low vibration of his car picking up speed thrums against your thighs, much like the guitar blaring through his speakers. The low light of the city falls on his hands as he steers with practiced motion, heel of his palm flat against the leather. Warm yellow light trails along the veins on his arms, dragging your gaze wherever it touches. It highlights the rim of his features for a split second, long enough to see the way he side eyes you.

He lets out a huff, leaning back against the headrest to hide in the dark, though it’s futile. As he whirrs past the overheads, the light guides your gaze to his thighs, spread lazily even with one foot on the gas, and up, up, up to…oh. It’s only a second that you see it before light rushes past, and you wait on the next street light to illuminate him. It takes its time, stretching slowly over the same path, fingertips to forearms to biceps. A flit of your eyes down, and the car leers onto the exit ramp, light changing its course and missing the bulge of his cock entirely. 

The both of you huff for different reasons, you in disappointment, and him in relief. Not that you can hear each other over the music, anyway.

You spend the rest of the ride bopping your head along and picking up your phone to add songs you like to your own playlist. He’s grateful that there aren’t as many street lamps on the route to your place, so you miss the poorly hidden smirk that plays on his lips. 

Pulling into your driveway, he thumbs at his wheel to turn the music down just as that one song comes on. The one you fucked to the first time he did this; the reason he keeps inviting you to do this. He pauses, sighing, and turns it back up again. You tense, thighs crossing as you hear the click of his seatbelt and squeak of the leather as he reaches over to click yours, too.

Kaji’s breath always comes out ragged— grits his teeth and hisses through them even as his chest heaves for more oxygen. He’s got you bouncing on his cock in his backseat, guiding you to some extent, rough grip on your hips because he really can’t find it in himself to be gentle. Not when you move so perfectly you hit every goddamn beat. 

You’re the perfect melody to him— he has half a mind to lean forward and turn the music down in favor of the sound of you. Ass clapping against his thighs, wet squelching from between yours, breathy moans and gasps and keens. He wishes he could isolate every salacious layer of sound— to savor it, ingrain it into his memory to replay over and over.

The beat of the song slows, just before he knows it’ll build up again. He takes the break to wrap an arm around your waist, effectively slowing the motion of your hips. You whine as he forces you to grind your clit against him, and he hums, captivated.

Using his free hand, he twirls his fingers through your hair, wrapping the strands around to get enough hold to pull you forward, the abruptness ripping a gasp from you. Perfect. Twisting his lips up, he tilts his head forward, letting a glob of spit travel past his lips and drip down onto your awaiting tongue as he plants his feet firm on the ground. With all the leverage in the world, he bucks his hips up into you as the beat picks up again, the heavy weight of his thrusts knocking the air from your lungs. 

It gets hard to move when you squeeze around him, ticks him off that you’re slowing down his rhythm. He just wants to give you what you deserve and you’re always holding him back with that fucking grip of yours. At least, he thinks, you’re giving him a chance to readjust his hips, so he can hit that spongey spot inside you until the song closes out, until all that’s left is the sound of your shared panting.

[puppiecvts]

being in the jirai community w/ a lot of people who have ana when ur weight in kg starts with an 8 is torture actually. wdym youre 45 kg and calling yourself fat. i will kill myself in front of you.

[satosktty]

i hate when people are talking about satoru having negative traits and how flawed of a character he is and bring up his desire to stay strong and also be loved and have people understand him; like ik you all don't go outside and stay with your asses glued to your beds kicking your feet over artificial intelligence calling you babygirl but wanting human interaction is not a bad thing, wanting to be understood isn't a bad thing, it's not a flaw in Satoru's character it shows he's human, that besides his strength which a lot of 'gojo stans' ( who center him around geto ) try to make him out to only be... ur doing opposite of one of the only things that gege made clear in this clusterfuck of a an animanga; being self-interested does not make one exactly self-absorbed. Satoru is shown to more than want a relationship with other people but work to build and uplift that bond; he does it with nanami and utahime ( even without realizing she dislikes him ) he does it with his students. also he let them use his body after his death?? that's the literal opposite of selfish.. once again this is just an issue of dont mess with us jjk fans we don't understand anything else you shove it in front of us and yell it twenty times

[softkult]

happy birthday, fuckface 👹 @sh-aimlessly

+ bonus:

[starrierknight]

yo send me (on anon or not) the hex codes of your favourite colour and a fun fact abt yourself and i'll tell you if i think it matches your vibes

[seraphmaws]

Reposting this one my main cuz i’ve been starting to see people miscrediting these dividers on resource rentries, these checkered divs were NOT made by anyone but me or @/narcbf. they were edited by me using @/narcbf’s lace divs as a base

I edited these dividers for my own personal use and were specifically made to fit my blog theme at the time. I did not made with the intention of other people using them, they were taken off of my pinned post and reuploaded without any credit towards me or @/narcbf. I honestly do not care if people continue to use them, credited or not, but if you’re gonna credit somebody credit the right people, not the reuploader. And maybe don’t take graphics off of other people’s posts if they aren’t explicitly stated they’re free to use.

p.s. do NOT go find and harass the person that reuploaded these divs. I’m sure they did not have ill intention reuploading them as a resource nor am i even really all that upset they did. but because some of y’all dont know how to behave i am stating this here that i do NOT want y’all to try and antagonize them in my name. seriously, i am not that upset over this, but please, for the sake of other editors, credit the right people and don’t just take stuff you don’t know if you can use or not