#🌙 — moots

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mwah ily

No way we sent an ask at the same time JSJFJFJV

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REEEEEEEEE /pos

CHILD NSFW HC HAND EM OVER DARLING PRETTY PLZ

that is one unfortunate typo jshsh

oh my, i have so many thoughts about him it’s hard to be coherent off the top of my head but i’ll try ㅠㅠ

[gn! reader]

If it’s possible to be on both ends of the masochist/sadist spectrum at the same time at any given time, Childe is; while it absolutely gets him going to tease you and rile you up, he’s not afraid of a little pain himself; quite the opposite actually, a slight sting thrills him.

Speaking of thrill, while Childe is more on the dominant side, please challenge him for the position; he appreciates the fight and nothing boosts his ego more than making you submit after a struggle.

Playing into his sadistic nature, seeing fat tears roll down your cheeks sends chills down his spine; the sight of your watery eyes, either from pleasure or frustration, will make him coo at you (it’s all faux empathy, he’ll continue to be just as mean).

And what better way to make you tear up than making you gag around his girth? Childe’s line of work is exhausting, so having a darling partner to come home to gets him through the day. Especially if you sink to your knees in front of him and let him use your throat as he pleases.

In general, taking out his frustrations on you is not an uncommon occurrence. There’s a certain glint in his eyes when he returns to you and that’s about as much explanation you get before he manhandles you into whatever position he wants, his fingers tangled in your hair, and turns your brain to mush with rough thrusts (with prior consent ofc ♡).

On the flip side, Childe can be the softest, sappiest lover in all of Teyvat. He’s worshipping your body like it’s the most divine temple, his ocean blue eyes swirling with adoration and love. When he gets like this, he’s almost like a big puppy in needing to be close to you, not letting you go for longer than he needs to.

Childe can’t help it, he can’t stop imagining starting a family with you, doesn’t matter if it’s physically impossible for you to have children of your own or if you’re currently not planning to have them. It doesn’t hurt to dream as he fills you up to the brim, watching as his cum leaks from your twitching hole after he pulls out.

While he’ll have you any way possible, his favourite positions are taking you from behind, folding you into a mating press or watching you ride him, depending on the mood. Each angle has its own charm and Childe wouldn’t want to miss a single one.

When it comes to location, obviously no place in your shared home is safe (seriously, the sheets, the shower tiles and the kitchen counter have seen things and so have you when it’s reflected back at you from a mirror), but much like in battle, Childe is an insatiable risk taker. Whether it’s in an alleyway or under the table of a fancy restaurant, the guy can hardly keep his fingers off- or out- of you.

But unfair as he might be in the bedroom, he does not only take, oh no. In fact, he might enjoy giving oral so much so it almost becomes taking again. This man can eat you out for hours if he so pleases and you almost have to beg him to stop when he’s in one of his moods. Also, please sit on his face, he wants his face to be framed by your thighs! And don’t worry about suffocating him, if it comes that far the lack of oxygen only adds to the thrill of it all.

Thanks to his work and rigorous training, Childe’s stamina is through the roof. Chances are, your legs will be trembling and sore before he even feels a ghost of fatigue, thrusts as hard and voice as steady as at the beginning of your little session. On the same note, his recovery period is frighteningly short as well (or maybe he’s just a horndog :P).

Although, even for a man like him, not every moment is filled with excitement and wild abandon. He knows to savour the finer things in life and that includes you. So it really shouldn’t come as a surprise that he enjoys having you cockwarm him as you talk about your days or he files away paperwork. There’s something comforting about feeling your warmth wrapped around him that calms him as he peppers kisses wherever he can.

Then again, you can never quite anticipate what Childe has planned for you next. Is he going to render your legs useless by giving you as many orgasms as you can possibly take, testing your limits every time? Or is going to laugh cruelly at the sobs spilling over your lips as he ruins your high again?

One thing’s for sure, he won’t ever shut up. And you don’t want him to, so it works out in your favour. Even while talking though, his honeyed words never come without being laced in a little poison. Whether he’s spouting the filthiest fantasies and tagging on a sweet name or drawing you in with charming words just to make your face heat up in embarrassment when he calls you out, praise and degradation never stray too far from one another with Childe.

This is especially strong towards the beginning of your relationship but if you have a somewhat innocent appeal, Childe would love to corrupt you. There’s something carnal within him that goes feral at the thought of ruining your pure self and tainting you (even if you’re not all that innocent, the thought is still very appealing to him).

Playing into that, perhaps think about letting him peel away some lacy white lingerie and watch his pupils dilate like a predator’s. But it’s not just white; Childe’s not incredibly picky with which garments he gets to rip off of you (don’t worry, he’ll buy you plenty more), the notion that you dressed up for him riling him up far too much to think clearly about it. Although he does make it a point to convey just how beautiful you look, either through words or actions or both.

But, in Childe’s eyes, every piece of delicate lingerie is infinitely more attractive when it shows off the marks he left on you previously. While he’s not overly jealous, he might be just a tad bit possessive, but really only a smidge. Seeing red and purple hues decorate your neck, chest, hips and thighs though is a sure fire way to land you some new ones…

Just as he can buy you an entire wardrobe of lingerie, Childe has money to throw at toys as well. You might think he would not resort to using them but that’s were you’d be wrong; he thinks they’re quite a lot of fun actually, especially when he can use them to toy with you. From teasing you to helping stretch you out, you best believe he will dedicate his time to studying the best way to make you see stars. Truly, the greatest toy buyer in Snezhnaya… (sorry, couldn’t help myself hshsh)

Last but not least, Childe has a raging size kink. Whether he’s actually physically towering over you or not, he’ll definitely impose his presence on you, crowding you against the mattress, manhandling you with so much ease you might as well be a doll. If you’re ever whimpering about him being too big and not being able to take him, you’re basically begging to have your brain fucked out.

Speaking of size… if you’re up for a challenge (and are a monsterfucker), Foul Legacy! Childe might just come out to play. From his inhumanly long tongue to the significant growth in both length and size, he’ll hardly leave you wanting. And even if that’s still not enough, is one really the limit…?

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[drunk-on-dk]

wow my first time here for hard hours…

headempty just brothersbff!dokyeom coming over to u (and ur brothers) house for da first time to tutor ur brother cuz he’s a lil braindrad,, still unknowning of the houses’ layout,, dokyeom walks into you fingering urself and observes how ur fingers r way too short to do anything rly pleasurable n helps u like the good friend he is :(( I WANNA WRITE AB THIS SO BAD BUT WRITERS BLOCK IS SO CRAY!!!

lee..... you're kidding me.... please come here for hard hours whenever because this made my brain turn in ways that I cannot explain..... ok so I thought this would be a drabble, but I spiraled below and I HOPE YOU ENJOY (also i've been struggling with writer's block so this totally helped get my creative thoughts running again thx u)

Prompt/Pairing: Brother's Best Friend!Seokmin x fem!reader

Genre: SMUT just pure filth (minors DNI)

w/c: ~2.5k (not a DRABBLE oops)

content warnings and prompt under the cut

c/w: no pronouns, but fem bodied reader; masturbation; use of a vibrator; walking in on reader, but consent is KEY when continuing; DK has long fingers AKA pro at fingering in this

Lee Seokmin, kindly referred to as DK, a nickname coined by your idiotic brother years ago when he had first met the overly kind boy back in grade school. DK was an all-rounder, which was known very well throughout your years trailing your brother and him in school. Of course, DK was popular for his looks, overall bright attitude, humorous side, and intelligence.

The boy was an enigma throughout his entire high school career, so you had no choice but to crush on your brother’s best friend. You couldn’t help it when he’d flash you his signature smile every time he’d pick you and your brother up for school, or when he'd gift you the occasional snack on exam mornings – which, of course, would go untouched in your backpack since you cherished the sacred gift so much.

However, you were able to see him at his worst over the years, especially the clumsier and louder sides of him when he’d spend the night over at your house almost every weekend. His boisterous voice would permeate through closed doors - even when he was a few rooms away - while your brother and he would play video games until the crack of dawn. Another oddity included that time he had mistaken your toothbrush as his own for weeks on end, only admitting his fault weeks later when he had run into you in the hallway late one night, almost as if he was fearful that you’d confront him even though you had no clue.

Eventually, you grew annoyed with the boy as you got older, your high school crush no longer blinding you to the fact that he was just another one of your brother’s loud, teasing friends, even if he was damn cute. Regardless, Dokyeom still took care of you like you were his own friend, as you were close in age to your brother, and he always considered you as part of the group. He was always sure to include you in plans even if your brother didn’t, making sure you had a comfortable high school experience, and continuing to gift you snacks on exam days – even if you didn’t blush profusely like you used to.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, you had followed in your brother’s footsteps and decided to attend the same college as him, which ironically enough, DK had chosen the same college as well. The duo was still thriving more than ever even when they had found other friends in their separate majors. DK was also still roped into tutoring your brother in his classes, even though he had passed them semesters ago himself.

You had just moved in with your brother after your first year, and you two had decided to save some money and just commit to sharing an apartment a mile off campus. It was easy living with him, especially because you two had similar friend groups and could comfortably coexist. You also enjoyed the privacy it gave you, as your brother spent most of his time at his frat house even though he had his own place, typically crashing on one of his brothers’ futons every weekend.

You took advantage of this, blasting music when you’d get ready for your own nights out, or spending nights like tonight shamelessly binging a show or whatever book you were reading, eventually getting bored and pleasuring yourself in the serenity of your quiet apartment.

It was still early in the night, but, good God, you had been strung out all week. Midterms were finally coming to an end, and all you could think about was a little R&R, possibly channeling that energy through a quick orgasm.

However, it was anything but quick tonight. You had been squirming around for maybe half an hour now, a slight sheen to your flushed skin, and a vibrator pressed firmly against your clit after you decided your fingers wouldn’t suffice.

Your sheets were surely a mess at this point from how tightly you were gripping them from desperately chasing the high that your body wouldn’t grant you. Just when you thought you were close, a pathetic half-moan would leave your lips every time the building pleasure would ebb away.

You were frustrated, but you were determined. Pulling out all the tricks now, your spare hand and fingers played with your perked nipples, unable to restrain your body from arching into the bed to further press your throbbing clit against the devilish, vibrating toy.

The only thing that broke you out of your wanton fervor was a single knock at your bedroom door – which the knock was appreciated, giving you just enough time to scramble to cover yourself with a throw blanket, but whoever the intruder was waited for just a pause before throwing your door open – coming eye to eye with none other than the boisterous DK.

“Ready to study and then whoop some ass on -" DK stopped mid-sentence, jaw slack as his backpack fell to his side upon realizing this was not your brother's room. To be fair, DK had only been here once or twice since you and your brother moved apartments recently; your previous one had a roof-leak, and this place was temporary until the latter would be renovated by the end of the semester.

Surely, you both looked like deer in headlights staring at each other. DK surveyed you for a second, saucer-like eyes tracing you from head to toe, drinking in the way your chest rose and fell underneath the tiny, fluffy throw blanket that gave you some sense of decency. You could almost see the lightbulb go off in DK’s head when he realized what he had walked into, the not-so-quiet whirring of the vibrator in the background only confirming his suspicions.

“Oh my god,” he starts, internally cursing himself when his jeans begin to tighten ever so slightly around his crotch. It’s almost as if he forgot how to walk or speak, but he can’t deny that this is a fantasy he’s had one too many times. “Were you-?”

“Don’t,” you cut him off, already immensely embarrassed that he walked in on you so hot-and-bothered. It was almost comical how the vibrating sound came to a halt, awkwardly searching for the button on the toy beneath the sheet and finally successfully turning the device off. “We can just act like this never happened, my brother isn’t here since I’m assuming that’s who you were looking for, and we can just go about our night without discussing further.”

Woefully, you could almost get off to the sight of just him, maybe you’d tuck the memory of him into your arsenal to finally finish yourself off later tonight. You weren’t sure if it was the arousal that was clouding your mind from touching yourself for so long, but you swore you’d never seen his kind eyes look so dark and carnal. And fuck, he looked good as per usual, boyishly handsome in denim jeans, and a white tee hugging his biceps perfectly.

You felt even more flustered when he just continued to stare at you, not making any effort to lift the backpack at his feet, nor to exit your room when you look at him expectantly. With a groan, you run a hand over your beet-red face, about to question if he is going to leave until he speaks before you do.

“Are you just going to return to what you were doing?” His voice is strained, deeper in tone than his typically chirpy sound.

You stare back at him dumbly, readjusting the blanket around your body so you can sit comfortably on the side of your bed. “M-Maybe, why does it matter to you? Like I said, we can just forget about this.”

He does the opposite of what you’d expect, rather than leaving your room he takes a step towards you. The heat burns in your belly even more, your body reacting and tingling each step he takes closer towards you.

“How long have you been alone in here?” It’s so out of character how hazy and stormy his eyes become, how husky his voice sounds, and how you feel your increasing heartbeat at your core when you realize just how big and tall he is.

“U-um,” you squeak out, shriveling in his presence, unsure of where all his confidence came from as he continues to eye you down. Maybe it’s the nerves, but you begin to spill out details of the frustrating night you’ve had thus far. “It’s been a long week DK - I just needed to unwind. My damn fingers won’t get the job done, so I’m using this stupid toy. This is pathetic and embarrassing, and why are you getting so close to me?”

“Can you show me?” He asks almost innocently, voice soft and tempting as he kneels in front of where you’re sitting on the bed. He repeats himself when you fail to stutter out a response. “Can you show me how you were using your fingers?”

You feel like you’re in a trance, heart, and body reacting before your sensible mind can stop you. This is a bad idea, you should just say no and kick him out, but the way his eyes remained locked on yours as you slowly nod is enough to encourage you to drop the blanket wrapped around you. Screw it, even as much as you'd like to say your crush on him faded, it never really did.

He lets out a strained sigh when you reveal your body to him, the only thing covering you is the flimsy tank top that’s bunched at your waist, only indicating further how desperate you had been.

“Are you OK with showing me?”

“Y-yes,” you gasp out, gradually opening your legs for him to see your most intimate self, evidence of an impending orgasm clear from the sight of your swollen clit and wet thighs from your dripping slit. The whimper that escapes his lips makes your eyes roll back, fingers absentmindedly tracing over your folds and making you whimper with him.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he’s whispers as he intently watches the pad of your thumb rub at your clit, “Such small hands and little fingers, no wonder you’ve been touching yourself for so long.”

You buck your hips upwards when you finally let your pointer and middle fingers glide in between your folds, carefully pumping the two in and out of yourself and biting back a moan when DK leans even closer towards your core.

“It’s not enough,” your voice is breathy as you pout, grinding your hips into the palm of your hand as your fingers do a not-so-satisfactory job. You’re falling back now, wrapped up in your arousal once again as your head hits the pillowy mattress beneath you.

“Of course, it’s not,” DK coos, standing up to tower above where you now lay, one knee finding real estate between your legs as you so urgently keen into your hand. “You can fit another finger inside of you, maybe that will help.”

You listen to him, fitting a third finger inside of you, yet they don’t reach deep enough to provide you enough pleasure.

“Oh,” he almost sounds patronizing, “they’re too short, aren’t they?”

You’d almost think he was messing with you if it wasn’t for the way his breathing picked up when you let out a desperate cry, a rough groan bubbling from his chest when your thighs tightened around his own leg slotted between yours.

“Yeah, t-they are,” you cry out, trying your hardest to not shift down the bed and start grinding against his leg.

“Can I help?”

“God, I thought you’d never ask. P-Please.”

Just like that, DK’s deft fingers are at your core, long digits running between your folds to collect your slick before teasingly probing at your center.

“I said please,” you moan out, practically begging as your hips chase his hand when he continues to pump just the tips of his fingers tauntingly and shallowly inside of you.

He almost growls when his fingers fill you completely, the way your walls sucked him in was enough to have him wanting more. In order to get closer to you, DK collapses next to you, one thigh still slotted between your legs and his free arm propping him up above where your heated chest rises with each needy breath.

“You take my fingers so well, sweetheart,” he whines out, unable to stop himself from pressing his lips against your neck especially when your body is arching against his with each pump of his fingers inside you. “Can’t believe you're still this tight after playing with yourself for so long.”

Your own hands are desperately gripping his arms, nails digging into the firm muscles as he trails hot kisses across your neck and chest. Your body shakes in need when he hits a spot deep inside of you, pressing against that spongey spot that has your thighs tensing up with each expert curl of his long fingers.

You know you’re babbling at this point, something about how good he’s making you feel, something about how hot he is, something about how you’ll need his fingers all the time now.

This only eggs DK on, his supporting arm shaking as he sets a brutal pace, fingers pumping in and out and each ministration feeling delicious against your walls. You let out a scream when his thumb encounters your clit, making him press even closer against you to hold your needy hips down as he fingers you so perfectly.

You’ve been encapsulated by him at this point, everything about him is big and tall and long, and your mind goes a bit haywire wondering if that applied to really everything, the obvious bulge contained by his jeans only making your mind wander to dirtier places.

“Is this enough, sweetheart?” His lips are pressed into your neck, teeth nipping gently at the shell of your ear as he desires to hear some more praise and feedback from you.

“God,” you moan out, thighs shaking as his thumb rolls in circles over your clit, chest pressing against his as he smiles against your ear. This isn’t enough – actually – you want all of him. But yet it is, the world around you begins to spin as you feel your impending release finally bursting inside of you. “Fuck, this is more than enough. God, I’m g-gonna finish.”

“Finish, sweetheart, use my fingers.”

You’ve never come so hard from just fingers, not even with past lovers, but DK’s long fingers have your walls spasming and tightening around them, hips finally falling still as you gush around the digits. You feel euphoric, your release washing over your body as you come to.

You thought maybe your post-orgasm clarity would snap you back into reality, reminding you that you just had the best fingering of your life from your brother’s best friend, making the situation awkward and panicking upon realization, but you do exactly the opposite.

“Do you need help now, DK?”

[kazooms]

So real

“i’m cooking tonight”

expectation vs reality [writers edition]

[the-psyco-simp]

Ignite

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Sano Manjiro x Fem!Reader

“…like a starship speeding into the night, you and I get lost in the infinite lights…”

Warnings: Fem!Reader, MINORS DNI, kinda edited but there are probably still mistakes, smut, slight age gap (reader is 20, mikey is 27), mentions of needles, oral (Fem!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, praise, name calling (angel, princess), teasing, aftercare, probably more

Word Count: 4.4k I went just a bit overboard, oops 😂

Authors Note: This is one of my entries for @sweet-seishu Body Mod Collab!! This is so much longer than I meant for it to be, and it took me way too long to write, but it’s finally here. (Please take the Mitsuya cameo as an apology, my love.)

The little bell above the door chimed as you and your best friend walked into the tattoo parlor. The cool air of the shop helped calm your nerves as you walked up to the counter where your best friend's boyfriend is sitting, looking through a sketchbook. 

Mitsuya looked up at the sound of the door opening and gave you both a smile as he saw you. His eyes quickly moved to your friend who didn’t even pause as she went behind the counter and put her arms around his shoulders from behind. 

“What are you two doing here so late?” He asked as he placed a kiss onto her hands. 

You give your friend a look as she just smiled at you, only tightening her arms around his shoulders. Diverting your attention to Mitsyua you answer his question with a smile, “I’ve decided to go ahead with my idea of getting a tattoo for my birthday this year.” 

“That’s great! Do you know who you want it done by?” Mitsuya opened the appointment book next to him and looked through the openings for the next few days.

“I was going to let you decide that, based on the design and who you think would do the best.” You open your phone to pull up the design and hand it to him. He contemplated the design for a few minutes before handing the phone back to you.

“Personally I think Mikey’s style would be the best for this, and he’s available for a few hours tomorrow, if that works for you. Do you know where and how big you want it?” Mitsuya picked up a pen to put your name down, still listening to what you wanted.

“I’m thinking of having it pretty big on my right thigh.” You nervously chuckle, thinking about Mikey, and having his hands on you as he works, making you blush.

“Yeah, that should be doable. It might take more than one session, though, with the level of detail you probably want. Mikey’s pretty meticulous about-”.

“Meticulous about what?” Mikey himself asked as he walked out of the hall from the back rooms. His dark eyes looking between the three of you. He was as beautiful as always, his dark hair framing his face perfectly. The lines of the tattoo on his neck peeking out from under his shirt. All you can think about is licking the lines of the tattoo…you give your head a slight shake, trying to focus back on the conversation.

“Hey Mikey, you heading out?” Mitsuya asked, turning around in your friend's arms. He put his own arms around her waist and gave her a proper hug which made your friend hum. 

“Yeah, got an appointment I have to get to. You didn’t answer my question, though.” He pointedly said while keeping his eyes on you. You and Mikey knew each other in passing, you’d hang out as a group, but never alone. You couldn’t deny you had a small crush on him, which your friend loved to tease you about. Especially when she caught you looking at him.

“Oh, she’s decided to get a tattoo for her birthday.” Mitsyua said, pointing his thumb in your direction. “She asked who would do the best with it and I recommended you.” 

Mikey raised a brow as he walked closer to you, making you almost want to back up from the intense look in his eyes. “What design are you wanting exactly?” He asked, stopping a bit too close to you. 

You took out your phone to show him the design, knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak without stuttering and embarrassing yourself. You hand him your phone and silently hope he doesn’t notice your slightly shaking hands. 

If he does, he doesn’t say anything, just takes your phone and looks down at the photo. “Yeah , I can do this. Did you know where you want it?” Mikey looked back up at you, still holding your phone.

“Um, on my thigh, the right one, if possible.” You answer quietly, not being able to keep eye contact with him for long. 

Mikey seemed amused at your nerves. “Do you know how big you want it to be?” 

You steel your nerves, reminding yourself that it’s just a  crush and you wouldn’t let it get in the way of what you want. “I want it to be kinda big, taking up most of the front of my thigh.” You use your hands to show him about where and how big you wanted it. 

When you looked at him again his eyes looked contemplative, keeping his eyes on your legs. “That should be doable.” Mikey says as he walks over to the desk, rolling his eyes at Mitsuya and your friend being lovey. “Get a room you two, We’re in public.” He comments as he looks over his appointments. 

“Oh don’t worry, we will.” Your friend gave Mikey, and you, a sly smile, while Mitsuya just blushed. She went back to placing light kisses on his face and ignoring you two. 

Mikey rolled his eyes again and looked back at you. “The appointment tomorrow is only for three hours, and it will probably take longer than that to get this done.” Mikey held up your phone and continued. “Would you mind if I send myself this photo so I can work up a sketch to go on?” 

“Yeah of course.” You say, your eyes roaming over his face. Out of the corner of your eye you see your friend smirk at you, but you can’t figure out why. Once Mikey is done, he hands you back your phone, your figures brushing, sending goosebumps up your arm at the contact.

“I’ve gotta go now, but I’ll see you tomorrow for your appointment.” He gives you a smile and waves at Mitsuya and your friend as he leaves.

Your friend gives Mitsuya one last kiss on his lips with a promise to see him later and takes your hand as you two walk out, you send Mitsuya a wave as you get dragged out of the shop. 

“So, after a year of pinning you finally got his number huh?” Your friend teases you as you get in the car. You freeze for a second in your seat before pulling out your phone to check your messages. There, sitting at the top, was a new message and contact, the name simply reading ‘Mikey’. You smiled to yourself and locked your phone, not wanting your friend to catch you staring at it. 

– 

The next day, you showed up five minutes early to your appointment. As you walked in you saw Mitsuya and Mikey talking at the desk. You walked over to them, catching part of their conversation.

“Finally getting your chance, huh?” Mitsuya teased him.

“Shut up, it’s not that big of a deal.” Mikey grumbled, staring at his phone.

“Just saying man, try not to waste it. Everyone but you can see the way you two-” Mitsuya cut off what he was going to say as you walked up. “Oh hey! Ready to finally do this?” Mikey looked up at you as you approached, quickly locking and putting away his phone. 

“Let’s go to my station, so you can see the design and we can get started.” Mikey grabbed your hand and tried to move you away from his friend quickly.

“You know, wearing jeans when you’re getting a thigh tattoo wasn’t the smartest choice right?” Mitsuya’s voice caught your ears but you didn’t think about his words as you focused on Mikey’s warm hand holding yours. 

Mikey pulled you over to his designated area, letting go of your hand to pick up what looked like a sketch book. He motioned you to sit in the chair and pulled up his stool to sit closer to you. He flipped open his book to a marked page and turned it towards you. “You can take a minute to look it over and let me know if you want anything changed.” 

You took the book from him and looked down at the drawing. It was beautiful. Your eyes danced over the sketch he had drawn for you, taking in the intricate details and flowing lines. You looked up at Mikey with a smile, “It’s perfect. I love it.” His intense eyes studied your face, a smile curled at his lips as took in your expression. 

“Perfect. I prefer to do tattoos free hand. Will that bother you?” Mikey asked as he started to get his equipment ready. 

“If that’s what you want, it’s good with me. You’re the expert here.” You watch as he rolls up his sleeves, not being able to look away from his hands flexing. 

Mikey looked over at you and seemed to hesitate before speaking again. “Since you’re getting this done on your thigh, I’m going to need access to your leg…” He trailed off, his eyes fixed on your legs.

The words Mitsuya called out to you finally clicked. You would have to pull your jeans down to let him work. Your mouth went dry and your face heated up. “Oh, right, of course.”

“I can get something to block off the space if it will make you feel more comfortable.” He offered, running his hand through his dark hair. 

“I would really appreciate that, if it’s not too much trouble.” You can’t look up at him, so you just keep your eyes on your hands.

Mikey walks away and comes back a few minutes later with a partition, maneuvering it to block off the space from wandering eyes. You stood up to pull your jeans down, while Mikey continued to get his things ready to begin, pointedly keeping his back  to you giving you a bit of privacy. 

When he turned back around, you were sitting on the chair, your pants pulled down to just below your knees. You pulled your tank top down to try to save some modesty, but it didn’t seem to do much. Mikey turned back around, his gaze drifted down to your legs, but you couldn’t decipher the look in them.

Mikey cleared his throat before looking back up into your eyes. “Ready to get started?” He sat back on the stool as you simply nodded your head. He grabbed the wipes next to him. “I just need to clean the area off, then we can start, ok?” All you could do was nod again as Mikey placed his gloved hand on your knee. 

He rubbed the wipe on up and down your thigh, seeming to take his time. Once He deems the arena clean enough, he picked up his tattoo gun and looked at you one last time. “This is probably going to hurt at first, but once you get used to it, it can be relaxing. Just let me know if you need to take a break, ok?” He explained while situating his arm between your legs to get a better angle at the space he would be working on.

You give Mikey a small smile and nod, focusing more on the arm he put between your legs. Your breathing gets heavier as his fingers unconsciously stroked your knee. You hear the buzzing and jerk your head towards the sound.

Mikey chucked a little at your expression before focusing back on his work. As the needle touched your skin you took a sharp inhale and clenched your hands together. Mikey seemed to notice you tensing under his hand. “Just breathe angel, close your eyes and relax.” You closed your eyes and relaxed into the chair, choosing to focus on his soothing and warm hand. It wasn’t too long before you drifted off to sleep.

–

You woke up to a warm hand on your face, opening your eyes to see Mikey smiling softly at you. “Is something wrong?” You ask sleepily, rubbing your eyes.

“No, angel. We’re done for today, you slept through the whole thing.” He chuckled at your confused look. “It’s really not that uncommon, a lot of people fall asleep while getting tattoos.” He held his hand out to help you stand up. When you put weight on your right leg, you falter, almost falling but Mikey quickly puts his arms around you to keep you steady.

“Don’t rush, your leg is probably a little sore. You can sit as long as you need.” He didn’t seem to want to let go of you, keeping his arms tight around you. You stood in his arms for a few more minutes, slowly putting your own arms around his shoulders. 

When you looked up at him you noticed your faces were centimeters apart, your breaths mingling. Looking into his eyes, you saw as they looked between your eyes and lips. “Mikey..” you breathed out his name just before his lips connected with yours.

You melted into his arms, kissing him back. His lips were so soft against yours, moving hesitantly, almost like he was worried you would pull away from. You would never pull away from him, not when you had been wanting this since you met him. You move your hands to his hair, pulling him closer, and moan into the kiss, forgetting everything around you.

He runs his tongue along your lips, and you open for him, letting him take whatever he wants. His tongue explores your mouth, making your hands tighten in his hair. You push your body completely against his, wanting more of him. He groans at the feeling of your body against his, he moves his hands down to your ass and squeezes.

You can feel him getting hard where your bodies are pressed together. You grind on him, trying to get more friction for burning heat inside of you. Mikey pulls away from the kiss, ghosting his lips over your check, moving to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Mikey chuckles at your eagerness, “Not here, princess. You’ll get what you want, but somewhere more private, where I can make you moan as loud as I want.” His words do nothing to help the need inside of you.

“Please, Mikey, need you so bad.” You breathe out, moving your face to kiss him again. He meets you halfway and gives you another heated kiss. It’s shorter than you want, Mikey pulling away before you’re ready.

“Come on, let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” He pulled his body away from yours, leaving you cold. He took your hand in his, pulling you behind him and towards the door. As you walk past the desk, Mitsuya looks up at the two of you, a small smirk on his face.

“About fucking time you two got togther.” you hear him mutter as you leave.

–

Mikey kept his hand on your thigh the entire drive back to his apartment, using his thumb to draw circles over your skin slowly getting closer to your core but never quite touching you, keeping you on edge and needing more.

He barely waited until the door shut behind you two to have his hands and mouth on you again. He pushed you up against the wall, his hands going to your hips, his mouth on yours. His kiss was frenzied, his tongue licking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. All you can do is melt into him, letting him take what he wants from you.

You part your lips, his tongue tangling with yours. His hands move down to your ass squeezing, before moving down further to the back of your thighs. You lift them, wrapping your legs around his waist. You grind yourself against his already hard cock, needing more friction. Your hands wrapping around his shoulders, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

He pulls you from the wall, supporting your weight, and walking with you in his arms. His lips haven’t left yours, still kissing you as if you were his air. He took you into his room and only pulled away from the kiss to lay you gently on his bed. He loomed over you, raking his eyes over your form. 

 He groaned at how disheveled you already looked, lips swollen from the kissing and your eyes blown out with lust. “I’ve wanted to have you in my bed for so long, and now that you’re here, it’s better than I could have imagined.” Mikey murmured, leaned down over you and placed another teasing kiss on your lips before you could respond, moving off you again, just as quickly.

Your head was swimming with his words, but they were quickly pushed to the back of your mind as his hands reached for the edge of your shirt and you lifted up off the bed a little to help him get it off of you. Mikey eyes immediately going to your breasts, you reach around to unclasp your bra tossing it to the side. 

You watch as Mikey licks his lips as he stares at your bare chest, before he leaned down and places teasing kisses around your right breast before taking your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, making you moan. His free hand moves to your other breast, kneading it. Your hands in hair tug his head head up to have him look at you. 

“Mikey, please, need you.” You breathe out, your hands reaching for his shirt trying to get it off of him. He helps you, lifting his shirt over his head. Your eyes roam over his muscles, watching them flex, and wanting to run your mouth over them. You shake your head, promising yourself that you would indulge in all your fantasies later. You hoped this wouldn’t be the last time you were with him.

His hands quickly moved to your jeans, unbuttoning them and looking up at you, seemingly asking permission. You nod, and Mikey quickly pulls them down, along with your panties. He drops them to the floor, unable to pull his eyes from your naked body in front of him. He takes off the rest of his clothes and you finally get to see his body, fully exposed to you. 

His already hard cock makes you lick your lips. Mikey chuckles seeing this, “Next time, angel. Right now is about you.” He places his lips back on your neck, teasing his way down your body, before settling himself between your legs. He uses his hands to keep you spread, giving him the space to do what he wants. 

Mikey places teasing kisses on your upper thighs, making you thrust your hips up wanting him to stop his teasing. He gives in and moves to place an open mouth kiss on your aching cunt, causing you to whimper, your hands threading through his hair. 

His tongue swirls around your clit, sucking it lightly, you arch your back at the intense feeling. One of his hands moves from your thigh, pushing one of his fingers slowly into your pussy, your eyes rolling back. He pulls his mouth away slightly, “So tight, baby, gotta loosen you up if you want my cock.” He groans before you feel his tongue toying with your clit again, his finger slowly starts to pump in and out of you, building up a steady pace, before adding another moving them faster.

You can feel your orgasm getting closer as he plays your body like a finely tuned instrument. “Mikey, please need to cum, need it so bad.” You whine loudly, making Mikey groan, feeling your cunt clench around his fingers. 

“Go ahead, angel, cum on my fingers. Want to feel you let go.” His words sound slurred, he curls his fingers and the pressure inside you snapes, your vision going white and your hands tugging his hair with the pleasure coursing through you. 

He removes his fingers, his tongue moving to lick up all your release, helping you come down from your high. He sits up on his knees the moonlight streaming in from the window bathing him in soft light, making him almost ethereal to your hazy mind. His tongue darts out to lick your wetness off his face, lifting his fingers to clean them off as well. “You taste so good princess, could send hours eating this sweet pussy of yours. But I want to feel you to come on my cock now.” 

You reach your hands out to him, wanting to feel him on top of you again. Not able to ask him with words, your mind still not functioning properly after your orgasm. He takes in the view of you fucked out in front of him, your breast bouncing with the quickness of your breaths. 

He leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders, his arms resting beside your head, keeping some of his weight off of you, your mouths meeting in a heated kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, focusing on this kiss so much your breath hitches when you feel his cock pressing against your slit. He paused for only a second before pushing himself into your wet cunt. 

You mewl at the stretch, digging your nails into his shoulders, trying to distract yourself from the pain. He groans at the feeling of your pulsing around him, your pussy feeling like it’s trying to pull him in further. He does his best to go slow, trying not to hurt you, but he can’t stop himself from bottoming out in one thrust. “So good angel, you feel so good around me.” He breaths into your ear, placing a small kiss on your jaw, breathing heavy from the pleasure of finally being nestled in your warm walls.

“Too much, s’too much.” You manage to get out, feeling tears gather in your eyes.

“Just relax for me, princess, relax so I can make you feel good. Y’er squeezing me so fucking tight.” Mikey moves one hand down your body, pressing his thumb to your clit slowly rubbing it in small circles. Adjusting to his size, you relax your hold on him. His thrusts start slow and shallow, before he works up his speed, pulling out more with each thrust, until only his tip stays in you, thrusting back into you hard, his tip hitting your sweet spot. 

Your moans and whimpers spur him on, until he’s pounding into you. The tears gathering in your eyes start to fall as he abuses your sweet spot, his hand that was rubbing your clit moving up to massage your breast, his fingers rubbing your nipple sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Please…Mikey…need to cum, need it so bad…” Your words were slurred, barely understandable,  tears still falling from your eyes, you can’t think straight with how good his cock is making you feel. 

He removes his face from where he was nipping at the skin of your neck, seeing the tears on your face he leans in to kiss them away, never stopping the movement of his hips. “Go ahead and cum princess, wanna feel you make a mess.” His hand moved from your breast and up to your neck, squeezing  just enough to cut off your air, but still leave marks on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

That was the last push you needed to fall off the edge, your mind blanked, back arching off the bed, as you moaned his name. Mikey groaned, feeling your pussy clench tight around him, pounding even harder into you, lessening his hold on your neck, but not letting go.

All you could say was his name, chanting it while trying to come down. Your nails dragging down his back as you feel the overstimulation taking over. “Mikey-too much, can’t take anymore.” You're sobbing now, all the feelings in your body clashing with each other.

“Yes you can, princess, just a little bit more. Want me to fill this little cunt up don’t you?” He kissed his way to your lips, before sealing them together, swallowing your whines.

“Yes, yes, fill me up, please, want your cum.” you try to say against his lips, not sure if he could even understand you. Mikey thrusts become erratic, seeking his own high. After a few more thrusts, the image of your face, so beautiful and fucked out underneath him, is what did him in. 

He pushed as far as he could into you, not wanting to waste a drop of his cum, groaning as your pussy fluttered around him. You moan at the feeling of his hot cum spilling into you, making you feel even almost too full.

Mikey’s thrusts turned shallow, trying to keep his high as long as possible, not wanting the moment to end. He breathes coming quickly, his cock softening inside of you. He didn’t want to pull out, but knew he should. As much as he wanted to keep going his energy was leaving him, and he still needed to take care of you and make sure you were ok.

He fell beside you, putting his arm around your waist. “Are you ok, princess?” He murmured quietly, not wanting to break the peace surrounding you two now. The smile on your face, taking his breath away for a second. He knew that he was hooked on you, on your smile, your taste, even your presence. 

All you could was nod at his question, your brain still muddled from the pleasure. He smiled at you, before rolling over and standing up. You whimper, thinking the moment is over, but he shushes you, leaning down to place a quick kiss on your forehead. “Just getting a towel to clean you up, princess, I’ll be right back.”

True to his word, Mikey was back a moment later, wet washcloth in hand. He was gentle as cleaned you up, the coolness of it felt wonderful against your heated skin. His eyes roving over your body, stopping on your neck. He could see bruises forming from when he choked you, a bit of guilt swirling in his mind. He took the cloth back to his bathroom, cleaning himself up while in there.

When he was done, he climbed back into bed pulling you close, and murmuring sweet words in your ear, helping lull you into a peaceful sleep. Mikey stayed awake a little longer, finger brushing up and down your back, sighing as you nuzzled your face into his chest. Your now even breathing and steady heartbeat helping him find his own way to sleep, looking forward to waking up with you in his arms.

[radkatzzstuff]

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[chlorinecake]

stalker jake fic was so good i was so invested and the trope absolutely *chef's kiss*

let’s just ignore how excited I got when I first saw you left me this ask, bc oml… THE PRO 🤧…. THE LEGEND 🤧…

tysm for saying this tho, moon ! it always means a lot when a fellow moot praises my work 🤍

[kazooms]

This makes me feel things 🥹

But here's a bonus of the Bat siblings being siblings lol

Looks goofy haha

But yeah, the only stuff I read is nsfw at this point. It's crazy 😭

[kazooms]

Omg you're alive!!! Thanks for the tag bestie <3

Sick Bitch (sped up) - Ren

Like a Villain - Bad Omens

Birth of Venus - Banshee

A little death - the neighborhood

RUNRUNRUN - Dutch Melrose

Tagging the og's🫂: @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l @trashlord-007 @malzenn @naturalogre @sinpiesinpie

And also whoever else wants to!

-> music tag!

rules: when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag some people! tagged by @ollierachnid , who has the music taste ever <3 thanks man! no pressure tags: @alexxmason , @sstewyhosseini , @jillvalentinesday , and anybody else who wants to share some tunes!

gloria // laura branigan

dancing with tears in my eyes // ultravox

she blinded me with science (2009 remastered) // thomas dolby

cheerleader // ashnikko

americano // lady gaga

these are all ear worms, and 3 of them are because i've been playing metal gear religiously <3

[maybxlle]

hey babes how are you😽

i’m good, lit js woke up and i kinda feel like shit but it’s okay 😚😚 you??

[drunk-on-dk]

im here.. again. i heard you were asking 4 thoughts on mr boo so here i go >:3

have i expressed how badly i want to ride this man? no? well i am now. i just KNOW that while riding kwannie you’d get the blessing of the neediest, sloppiest, longest kisses :((( and you can’t even tell who’s feeling better in terms of pleasure bcuz of how freaking LOUD hes groaning and whimpering, he’d just be so overwhelmed with the feeling of your tight n greedy lil’ whole swallowing whole — AND NOT JUST THAT! the way that his bangs would stick on his forehead w/ sweat >< and him being so troubled as to whether he should rest his hands on your ass or jst grip your hips AHHH. mr boo is killing me sobs

please this is so true, you are hitting the bullseye with this one... i've been plagued with kwan hard thots so here we go... (pls enjoy and thank u for sharing your hard thots, lmk if you you like this lee <3)

pairing: boo seungkwan x fem!reader

genre: literally just smut (minors don't u dare read or interact or else i will cry and block u)

w/c: ~1.1k words (i'm trying to drabble, it's hard)

c/w: unprotected sex; riding; whiney kwan; groping; he's an ass man in this ig; messy and passionate love making i guess lol; idk pls let me know if there is anything else this is nothing crazy

Seungkwan couldn't tell if he was love drunk or pussy drunk anymore. You had him wrapped around your little finger, just like how you were wrapped so tightly around his cock.

Seungkwan hadn't seen you for weeks now, his work travel and schedule had taken up most of his time and he sparingly saw you over sporadic late night, 10-minute video calls. Your sweet texts throughout the days weren't enough to satiate his neediness, nor were the dirty images that you'd send at the worst of times, which usually required Seungkwan to take care of himself at the oddest hours of the day. Now that he was home, he needed you to take care of him.

Which you sure did, quick to prioritize it if anything, you had welcomed Seungkwan home by pulling him into a deep kiss that led straight to your bed that had lacked his scent for a little too long.

He could barely get a word in, whining profusely against your lips as you clumsily guided him to the bed, his grabby hands running wildly over your curves as if he almost forgot each little dip and crevice. Rest assured - he didn't forget a thing - you were just as perfect and warm as he remembered.

There was no need for foreplay, not when you both had missed each other this much, nor when he kissed you with such desire that it made everything in you turn to jello. You both were quick to undress between heated kisses, pushing him down on the plush mattress that pulled a whine so wanton from him that you couldn't restrain yourself from straddling his hips and caging him against the bed.

It was perfect just like this, sat atop him like a noble on their throne and swollen, messy lips chasing each other. You couldn't get enough of him, not when he sounded so pathetic with each nibble of his bottom lip, being sure to drink in his sounds as your kisses deepened and deepened.

It could have been hours for all you know just losing yourself in his kisses and little noises. However, you knew Seungkwan was growing needier by the second, the hard length jutting between your thighs proving more than enough, and his hands once wonderous hands now finding home on your hips, only digging into your plush skin even harsher with each desperate mewl of his.

You were sure he'd leave marks from his fingers alone, his nails were dug so deeply into the muscle of your ass in an attempt to coerce some movement of your hips. The feeling alone had coaxed a loud moan from you, finally breaking your lips from his to sharply inhale from the shock of arousal that ran through your core.

Seungkwan was so lost in his own lusty haze that he wasn't even sure what to feel, the sound of your own cry pulling another loud moan from him when you finally grind your dripping cunt against his painfully hard cock.

Seungkwan really doesn't know what to do with himself when you finally line up your core with the tip of his shaft, sinking down onto him and making him question how your tiny, little hole takes him so perfectly.

He's dizzy from the warmth of your pussy, hands no longer finding purchase on your ass as they continue to run up the front of your body, splaying out against your torso until he runs over the mounds of your breasts, only to run back down to your hips.

He surely doesn't know what to do with himself when you slowly lift your hips, tight walls tugging so perfectly at his cock and beckoning another whiney cry from his lips that has your jaw falling slack at how beautiful he sounds. It's enough to make your walls flutter, only driving Seungkwan closer to insanity when you drop back down on his length.

You can tell he's at a loss, his hands gripping the bed sheets and no longer on you. He misses your pout because he's so lost in the feeling of how perfectly you're riding him, you're so wet, so perfect, so tight - and oh god, you're placing his hand back on your hips and now he can't stop himself from guiding you to roll against him a bit faster, harder now. Each delicious grind of your hips into his has you sucking him in deeper, making your moans just as loud as his when you feel your clit rub even harsher against his pelvic bone.

You're not sure if his breathing is steady at this point, his fingers are now gripping your ass so tight it has you collapsing into him. You're craving to be as close to him as possible as he begins to buck his hips up into yours, working you closer and closer to your demise.

Seungkwan has worked himself up so much at this point, his whines become incoherent babbles as you press into him, brushing his matted bangs out of his face before molding your lips against his once again. The bittersweet taste of mint and coffee that forever stains Seungkwan's lips is enough to push you closer to the edge, especially when he kisses you with such desire that you almost forget to keep riding him.

The feeling of your hot bodies pressed against one another has you clamping around him, only adding to his fervor as he continues to meet each rolls of your hips. Originally, you thought you were greedy, but the way Seungkwan bucks into you has you questioning who needed each other more.

The tidal wave of ecstasy is about to crash at any moment, you're both long gone at this point, but you know each others bodies all too well. Even though Seungkwan has been in a drunken, dreamlike state the entire time, he can tell by the way your hips circle with more fervor and the way your thighs shiver that you are falling apart.

You're only breaking the kiss so you can moan loudly against his lips, sweaty foreheads pressed against each other as your walls convulse uncontrollably around his brooding length, tip nuzzled deep inside you as the hot rubber band of arousal inside of you finally snaps. Seungkwan follows suit, groaning as you pull him into another kiss and releasing his hot, sticky load inside of you.

It's messy and it's desperate, but there was no time to waste when you finally had Seungkwan back in your grasp, especially when he's this needy for you.

[kazooms]

KALPAS NATION RISE

Ship your moots & assign a trope!

i’ll do my best but i haven’t been interacting with a lot of people lately,, i should probably do that more ;;

@haithamuse x al-haitham - book shop au

You’re browsing the shelves of your favourite book store for something new to read but as you go to skim over the summary a voice behind you speaks up, “I personally wouldn’t recommend that one. This one might suit you better,” as the guy hands you different book. Out of spite you purchase the one you chose and end up hating it. So, defeated you go back to try his recommendation-which you’d eventually end up loving- and as you check out you catch the infuriatingly smug smile of a certain someone.

@zhongrin x zhongli - soulmate au

There’s two ways this could go:

Either, you go all your life without being able to perceive the golden sheen of jewellery and the amber light of the setting sun, perfectly encapsulating the missing part of your life. Until you’re supposed to run an errand for your parents at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and you’re greeted by a handsome consultant with the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. Well, not like you could have. After the initial shock, he gives you a soft smile, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Or, Rex Lapis has gone all his life with the words “Oh my god” engraved in his skin. And he’s peeved. Would his soulmate really be someone just praying for his help? Yet he can’t help but perk up every time he hears the title, just for nothing to happen. By the time he assumes the role of Zhongli, he has accepted the fact he would never meet the person he is destined to meet. That is until somebody runs into him at a tea shop and spills tea all over him. “Oh my god! I am so sorry!” “I assure you, everything is fine.” Just like the times you traced the words on your skin, hearing them aloud brings you a warm sense of comfort.

@watatsumiis x capitano - there is only one bed

You were running errands with the Fatui Harbinger when suddenly the clouds broke and absolutely drenched you with no sign of stopping any time soon. Luckily the inn close by still has one room available and you quickly assure Capitano you don’t mind sharing. What the two of you didn’t factor in was the single bed at the centre of the room. While it was big enough for two people, the halves couldn’t be separated. You go to bed that night with butterflies in your stomach, wondering if you could catch a wink of sleep at all and unaware your companion wasn’t faring much better. When you wake up the next morning, the spooning position you guys find yourselves in makes room for a much needed conversation.

@virtue-and-beneviolence x shidou - athlete and manager [annoyance to lovers]

You’re always either having a great time or you want to scratch his eyes out. As you might expect, you have your hands full with trying to keep his public image alive, from foul language to violence, you’ve had to deal with it all and with most things, Shidou couldn’t care less. But, every time a tabloid posts an article about an alleged dating scandal, he shuts it down with fierce determination. After it happened a few times, you can’t help but confront him, seeing as he’s so carefree about everything else. He just gives you a lopsided grin saying he can’t make his beautiful manager worry her pretty little head about that.

@feitania x gojo - enemies to lovers

The first time this man opens his mouth you want to punch his teeth out and I totally get it. Much to your dismay, your forced to work with this idiot for a longer period of time and, apparently, his new favourite past time is driving you up the walls. Both of you waste no time throwing insults and back-handed compliments at each other which lose more and more of their bite the more time you spent together. Much to your surprise, the moment you no longer have to see each other, your days are suddenly so stale and boring. Maybe you prefer this nuisance over the mundane drag of day to day life after all…

@ukaishin x kita - friends to lovers

Being with Kita is always calm and relaxing, that’s why it’s easy spending time with him. Over time you grow close enough to understand each other with just a simple look. Yet simple things don’t always stay simple, so naturally your heart has to beat faster and your mind has to go blank whenever you see him, just to throw you off balance. Is it wrong to feel like this for your friend? To sort out your feelings, you avoid Kita as much as possible, until he corners you and asks if he had done something wrong. Turns out these feelings are something you share as well.

@scaranya x nagi - slow burn/ mutual pining

Nagi is a friend of a friend, someone you’d never meet otherwise. And for quite a while that’s all there is to it. You see each other once in a while when your friend drags you out, his comments make you laugh and you can’t help but want to get to know him better. But how? He’d probably not appreciate it very much if you were to bother him, you think. Yet, you wouldn’t know it, but Nagi is nearly going crazy over how to ask you to hang out with him one-on-one, he has no clue about these things! Meanwhile your friend is nearly tearing their hair out at trying to play matchmaker for you two idiots (affectionate).

@kazooms x kalpas - present day au

You’re pretty sure Kalpas saw you one day and just decided you’d be friends, kinda how cats sometimes decide that they’re living in your house from now on. Because how else would this friendship have come to be? With his reputation as an unhinged delinquent no less. And sure enough, Kalpas shows up at your door -a cut on his cheek, bloodied knuckles and already forming bruises- more times than you want to count. Every time, you tell him he can’t keep coming back and, every time, he doesn’t listen. With time, you start anticipating his late-night visits, especially since he began bringing your favourite takeout as a way to appease you.

@chuuyas-beloved x sherlock - coffee shop au

What brought you to this coffee shop in particular was the rumour of a by now infamous barista who can guess customers’ favourite orders on a first glance, even if they don’t know it yet themselves. You’re not prepared, however, to meet the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. Luckily for you, before you have to stammer through your sentence, he has already started to guess your order. After you agree and go to pick up your coffee, you had to admit he was pretty impressive. He even knew to write his number on your cup.

@dustofthedailylife x ayato - royal au

You were lucky enough to be invited to the royal masquerade ball, a great honor not bestowed on many; only a few people have ever seen the prince and princess in the first place. Dressed in your finest clothes and with a luxurious mask perched on your nose, you descend the grand staircase to mingle with the other guest. It’s not long before a tall stranger taps your shoulder. “May I have this dance?” is the start of a night spent elegantly floating across the dance floor and falling head over heels for the gentleman holding your hand. The next weeks are filled with dreams of deep conversations and silent promises, a clear crystal blue at the forefront of it all- the same crystal blue you find yourself admiring at the coronation not long after.

[criceofpain]

having a secret fwb relationship with Heeseung because your brother sunghoon is very protective and has forbidden the guys from even thinking about you let alone be with you. the whole sneaking around to hook up or tease each other is exhilarating and makes your situation all the more exciting.

however one day when Heeseung is balls deep in you after excusing himself to go to the restroom, his hand around your throat and the other playing with your clit as he whispers the filthiest things in your ear.. it's all too overwhelming for you especially when he squeezes your neck the slightest and pinches your clit.

you're unable to contain the yelp that escapes you, freezing when the bathroom door opens and a wide eyes Jake is taking in the sinful scene that's going on. heeseung doesn't stop thrusting in you, his grip tightening almost possessively.

"don't tell su-"

"only if I get to have my turn too"

IS THIS A CALL FOR ME TO ACTUALLY WRITE THISSNDNENCNENNFEN

bc it's working 👀

[storiesoflilies]

the way i have such a surprise for kairo n ari in this lil fic :3