#anie writes 🍂

[anieswrld]

fall hcs with abby !

our big buff girl loves autumn idc, this is modern! au, some reference to smut but no actual smut, ellie one is next dw!

pumpkin patches !!! she loves dragging you to every single one in town and picking the most perfect pumpkin to go on the porch of your shared home “abs we’ve been here for hours can we just pick one and go?” you ask the blonde, slight annoyance in your tone. “we need the perfect one babe c’mon i’ll carry you on my back the rest of the time, how’s that for a compromise?”

she loves baking i like to think she’d build/restore the house of your dreams which includes a gorgeous victorian kitchen with certain modern twists, she loves filling the house with fall bakery items. you’re her go to taste tester for sure. “babe taste this, it’s pumpkin spice chocolate chip cookies” she smiles, holding the batter covered spoon. you get a taste and nearly roll your eyes from how good it tastes “holy shit babe, it’s fucking delicious”

we already talked about abby’s love for pumpkins but your love is for family owned apple orchards that have a shop full of everything apple. apple cider, apple pie, apple anything and you’re running. abby also loves drinking warm apple cider while you walk through the orchard with your basket, picking up all the perfect apples. and of course she pays, duh. “abs let me pay for once, hm?” she chuckles handing the cashier some cash, “are you kidding i’ll use a few of these honey crisps for pies and fritters, it’s on me”

abby’s style in the fall is some brown or maroon doc martens with a black t-shirt, baggy jeans (cuffed of course) and a flannel she mostly wears her standard braid (or two) or throws it in a low messy bun, she owns a coffee shop/bakery (she’s your towns luke danes fr) and goes in at 3 am to bake the days stock of baked goodies.

for my imagination i like to think you have a more high demand job like a nurse or teacher or anything you’d like really, so before shifts you’ll stop in and order something which abby saved specially for you before sending you off with a kiss

i like to think abby and you settle down in a small town (much like stars hallow from gilmore girls) and halloween is a big hit with all the kids loving the decorations you and abby put up and all the candy the kids could ask for, later that night while laying in bed with abby she talks about wanting kids to take trick or treating

more on the kids thing bc mom! abby (i’ll do those hcs next) makes me swoon, you’d go the ivf route, you carrying and abby miraculously planned it so the baby would be born in late september-early october. she’d dress your baby up in little flannels and overalls and she loves being able to do it with you and celebrate the kids birthday during her favorite season

but if you didn’t want kids she wouldn’t mind one bit celebrating fall is something she started doing more with you and wouldn’t care if it stayed that way or not

abby loves loves loves going on hikes so she can see the beauty in the leaves and she takes so many pictures of you, she also rakes the leaves into piles so you two can jump in them

getting a little nsfw !! abby loves lighting pumpkin spice candles and making a little bed on the living room floor with a fuck ton of blankets and having the fire place lit. mugs of hot chocolate she made from scratch, the whole nine yards. and it wasn’t supposed to be a sex thing only but you two couldn’t resist the perfect moment and her hands gently tracing your body, lips roaming, it was a perfect perfect night.

thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated, my asks are open please feel free to send requests or even say hi!

[totheidiot]

would anyone in the dn fandom be interested in a remisa fic i am working on rn :))) ? so it's a no-death note au where rem and ryuk are both humans and they work at a graveyard together as groundskeepers. misa is about twenty years old and recently her family had been murdered so she visits the graves of her family every evening and just sits there. rem, who works in that cemetery, keeps seeing this beautiful woman come to her graveyard every day and obviously she is intrigued and she tries to talk to misa. misa and rem talk about their lives, their stories, their own struggles with grief (in the case for rem, gelus was her childhood best friend who died by saving his other friend), and they become friends, and eventually girlfriends too. an emotional romantic remisa hurt/comfort fic with themes of grief too !! how does that sound !! would anyone be willing to read it when it's out ?

[a-little-unsteddie]

🪐im so normal about this au i swear

eeee ty apo <3 im not normal abt this au so if you weren’t normal that’s okay wkfjdhxbsb also there’s an unintentional chrissy wake up reference in this, which is funny.

first ask

Then came the arduous task of waking everyone up without panicking them. Which, with one Dustin, Son of Hender on board, was nearly impossible. Eddie decided waking him up last would be the best course of action, and set about waking Jeff.

The bulkier alien grumbled at the botheration, attempting to ignore it in favor of more sleep. Eddie felt guilty, but knew that ultimately, Jeff was the best one to wake first. Then Gareth, and while Jeff was comforting Gareth and calming him down, Eddie woke Chrissy up. Then he woke Robin, and let Chrissy calm her down while he woke and then calmed Dustin down.

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🎤 make me write, send an emoji! 🪐

[prentissluvr]

hello!! i hope general questions are okay! ^_^

i was wondering if you had any thoughts on ruby? not a request or anything, just curious if you're a fan of her or not :>

-🍂

hello hello !! not only are they okay, but they are welcomed and adored to no end <33 i love any sort of question or ask!!! <33

some spn spoilers from 4 i believe

hehehe so quick note i binged the first 8 seasons so fast that they are practically a blur in my mind and i'd probably have to go back and rewatch some ruby scene to give you any intelligent thoughts about her LOL but!! i do have some unintelligent thoughts lolol thought number one is that SHE IS SOOOO HOT OMG SKDHFSKJDF hehehe i loveeee love love love pretty manipulative girls who are evil HAHAHA (they get me a the pretty part and then i don't care what they do after that i'm just like twirling my hair, whatever you say pretty girl <3) anyways i mean! i didn't objectively love the fact that she totally manipulated sam and got the apocalypse to start but damn was she smart about it!! she was definitely an intelligent character which i always appreciate. so i guess if you're asking about her being genuinely likable in terms of values and intentions, no i'm not a fan of that aspect because like she did bad shit that hurt a lot of people. but i am a fan of her as a character LOL! i think she slayed and genevieve did a great job with her!! now i'm wanting to rewatch some ruby scenes to have a more thought through opinion lolol

[flufftober]

🍂 🍃 Hello and welcome to our fourth annual Flufftober 🍂 🍃

We’re so excited to be back and have you here once again!

As always, let’s fill the month of October with as much fluff as possible 🥰 for that to happen, you can either use our 31 regular prompts or enjoy a little challenge 😏

Below the cut, you'll find all our rules, posting info, and all the prompts in writing. If you have any more questions, please feel free to send us an ask.

And now, for the challenge...

Prompt Extras

We love to see how many of you get inspired by our prompts every year - be it by the original list or the Prompt Extras. Once again we're offering you that option and you're more than welcome to replace prompts from the original list if they don't work for you for whatever reason - no explanation needed.

As has become tradition, we offer you last year's top five fan favorites (as voted in the end survey). In addition to that, we also offer a little challenge: five angsty prompts for you to turn fluffy!

If you don't want to replace any prompt from the original list but still love the additional ones - or you simply want to challenge yourself even further - you can also mix them all together!

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Late entries are always welcome, on tumblr as well as the ao3 collection! Neither will close - but like always, reblogs will become less regular the more months have passed...

Prompts

1. Lost Pet Meet Cute

2. “Left. Other left!”

3. Favorite Scent

4. Market Day

5. Acorn, Chestnut, Pine Cone

6. Mistaken Identity

7. Hoodie Weather

8. Chopping & Piling Wood

9. “Don’t do that!” - “But…”

10. Bet, Game, Contest

11. Ingredients & Spells

12. “This is spooky.” - “Really?”

13. Attic, Cellar, Hidden Room

14. Fantasy AU/Mundane AU

15. “What are you wearing?” - “It’s laundry day!”

16. Yes, No, Maybe

17. Only One Bed

18. Bewitched

19. Yarn

20. Paw

21. Bonfire

22. Heirloom

23. Stormy Night

24. Comfort Food

25. Haunted House

26. “I can’t find it.”

27. Afternoon Stroll

28. Lucky Charm

29. Time Capsule

30. “Forever?”

31. Make a Wish

Prompt Extras

Last Year's Favorites

Alt 1: “I’ve got you”

Alt 2: Rainy Day

Alt 3: “Wait you love me?” - “I always have”

Alt 4: “I hate it” - “No, you don’t”

Alt 5: Porch Swing

Challenge "Make it Fluffy!"

Alt 6: Gravestone

Alt 7: Getting Revenge

Alt 8: Written but never sent

Alt 9: Suddenly Severed Communication

Alt 10: Rejected, Betrayed, Exiled, Left Behind

[bedoballoons]

So I was having an ice cream cone earlier. And a thirsty thought came to me. What if reader is eating/licking ice cream while their boyfriend look at reader and started having horny thoughts?! Why lick the ice cream when theres other hotter things out there? Which is them?! 😳🤭 Feel free to choose any types of ice cream~ Ice cream cone, popsicle etc~ 🍦🍨🍧As for the boys, maybe Lyney, Wanderer, Xiao, Wrio, Albedo and any others you love~~

~🦊🐾✨️🍦

Ooo yummy~

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Sweet like ice cream~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI! Very suggestive talking and mentions of tasting the characters! Readers a tease! Slight begging and desperation on the characters part! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie, Albedo: love)

(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Wanderer, Xiao, and Wriothesley!)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney was trying to look anywhere but your mouth...trying to focus on the ground instead of the way your lips encased the icy popsicle, tinted slightly red from the flavours...the way they slowly slid off it...and then were followed up by your tongue that licked up the sweet drips of the melting dessert. He was shivering in his seat, a mess forming in his tight clothes as his mind got the better of him...you had to be doing this intentionally.

"Mon chérie...that popsicle of yours, it certainly looks delicious...but I think those goregous red lips of yours could find something even tastier~"

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo was suddenly no longer intrigued with his paperwork, no far from it actually. All he could see was the ice cream that dribbled down your chin...how you used your fingers to collect it back up and lick it off the tips before going back to the cone itself. He was enraptured with it, feeling himself steadily growing hotter as he watched you,...couldn't you find better things to delight in...

"Albedo, you alright."

"...love, please finish your treat. I...I have a idea for another~"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer grunted quietly, his hands snaking their way onto your waist so he could pull you back into him...so he could watch you snack on your frozen delight while you felt him get turned on between your legs. He was only getting more eager with every kitten lick you took of the sweet creamy delicacy...he wanted you to look just as pleased as you tasted him...and then he hoped he could taste you too...savour every single drop of you slowly.

"Hurry~"

𑁍༄Xiao:

"Please..." Xiao moaned into the crook of your neck, finding it hard to even out his breathing...to keep his hands away from you. Whatever spell you'd casted on him with the beautiful mouth of yours, it wasn't going to go away and till he got to taste you...till your lips were wrapped around him and the cream you were licking up was anything but his own...he needed it. "Please~"

𑁍༄Wriothesley:

Wriothesleys fingers tapped against the solid wood of his desk, normally he'd be writing out the schedule for the fortress...planning the rest of his day, but no. Today you had decided to try some of the homemade ice cream the cafeteria had been serving..and the way you were enjoying it had him unable to concentrate.

You kept licking of the cold creamy goodness of the spoon...taking a second to savour it before going in for another spoon full...if this was your idea of teasing...you were doing a damn good job of it.

"If you lick that spoon one more time, I'll make sure the next thing you taste is me and the wood of my desk as I ruin you against it~"

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[burnin0akleaves]

do you have an ao3? i saw you mention you're writing something?

Hmm I'm not sure of the exact post you're talking about unless its the one right before this. I do write sometimes but its usually more in the style of Tumblr posts and not full on fanfiction, and to see those you'd have to go through the textpost tag here.

I'm working on a headcanon post right now which did end up pretty much turning into a small fanfiction of its own, and other than that I also have a Deity AU I chip away at every now and again. I don't really have anything I'm actively writing except those.

Again, the things I've written so far are intended to be Tumblr posts so I wouldn't really feel justified posting any of them on AO3 when they are so all over the place. If I ever do write something that can be more properly called fanfiction, which I'm actually planning on doing for Halloween next year, I'll definitely post it on AO3 though! Thank you for asking!

[xinganhao]

🍂 svt (taylor's version).

⌗ ┆love song edition ★ ₊ ˚ heartbreak edition.

‧₊˚✩彡 includes: angst... so much angst, deteriorating relationships, break-ups, exes, red flags -ish, mentions of alcohol/drinking, cussing, pet names. drabbles under the cut.

🍂 hit play .ᐟ

SEUNGCHEOL SKIPPED 🎧 i'd give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me. (PEACE)

seungcheol can't meet any of his friends' eyes as he grumbles on and on about you. the boys think he's drunk off his ass at this point; truthfully, he can still see and think pretty clearly. a part of him feels like he's wasting your honor, to be so openly bitching and moaning about why he shouldn't, why he can't go back to you. the short story is that seungcheol doesn't want you to be collateral damage. with the life he lives? you'll always be in the line of fire. he'd rather cut ties than have that happen. but— when someone mumbles something about seungcheol probably not being that in love with you after all? about his love being 'for show'? he almost wants to scream. you don't know me, he nearly snaps. you don't know what i'd do for them. he'd die for you in secret.

JEONGHAN SKIPPED 🎧 you said it was a great love, one for the ages; but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages? (DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS)

you don't say anything about jeonghan taking the long way home, which leaves him both grateful and frustrated. he wants you to call him out, wants you to question his intentions. anything but this. instead, you sit quietly in the passenger seat, basking in the aftermath of your last good day together. when jeonghan stops at an intersection, he dares to glance over at you. his fingers tighten imperceptibly around the steering wheel. there had been a time when the two of you kissed at red lights, when you'd quieted all his fears with the touch of your hand. there's none of that now. you keep your eyes on the road ahead, feigning ignorance at the way jeonghan is driving way below the speed limit. the light turns green; he curses the universe for it. he doesn't want to go home. going home meant sleeping, and sleeping meant waking up to a morning where you'd no longer be his.

JOSHUA SKIPPED 🎧 you had a speech, you're speechless. love slipped beyond your reaches and i couldn't give a reason. (CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS)

joshua had watched a dozen videos about how to get down on one knee when proposing. he didn't realize he'd be on both knees, begging you to stay. that's why his right knee— the one that hadn't expected the cold ground— is just a little sore. he kneads it mindlessly, watching blankly as the city flies by. he didn't even get to pull out the ring; it's still burning a hole in to his pocket. a blessing from his mother, a curse in the form of rose gold. he briefly contemplates leaving it in this train car for someone who might actually appreciate it, though he decides against it last minute. a thought occurs to him when he passes your station. it's enough to nearly make him laugh. (or burst in to tears. he can't quite decide.) joshua realizes: he's never going to be able to take a train again without thinking of you. somehow, that's even worse than the botched proposal.

JUNHUI SKIPPED 🎧 i guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted. (MIDNIGHT RAIN)

both of junhui's hands are shaking as he takes the stage. there's smattering applause, then there's a trophy being shoved towards him, then there's the glare of a dozen cameras. he thanks his manager. he thanks his fans, his family, his friends. "and—" his breath hitches. it's a good thing that he's such a great actor. otherwise, one might've seen the flicker of pain on his expression. because he's thinking of you. wondering whether you're watching live or if you'll see clips of this on your sns later in the week. will you reach out again? or will he be left spending many midnights waiting for a text that's not going to come? he pivots, his eyes seeking out the closest broadcast camera. "and here's to getting just what we wanted," he says smoothly, flashing a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. this is why he keeps trying to win— so you'll have no choice but to think of him, too.

SOONYOUNG SKIPPED 🎧 choose something, babe, i got nothing to believe unless you're choosin' me. (YOU'RE LOSING ME)

"i'm the best thing at this party!" you screech, making soonyoung's face flush red with shame. he casts a glance around his surroundings to check if anybody is witnessing your outburst. big mistake. that only seems to aggravate you more. he reaches out for you, his hands closing around the groove of your wrist. there had been a time when he used to feel your pulse flutter at his touch, at his mere presence. there's none of that tonight. he's beginning to think that it hasn't been that way for a long time. you greet his hold with stormy eyes and gritted teeth, with a low hiss of "i only wanted you to see me." he wants to refute your tirade, wants to say that of course he sees you. he's looking right now, isn't he? he's— he's losing you before his very eyes and he doesn't know what to do.

WONWOO SKIPPED 🎧 if our love died young, i can't bear witness. (RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME)

"the usual?" the pitying waiter asks wonwoo. he gives her a close-lipped smile and a nod in return. when she goes in to punch his order, he feels that odd sense of nostalgia. a twisted, treacherous feeling borne from the fact that he's still visiting this damn restaurant. still asking for the seat in the corner, where the light is dim and the tablecloth is a crisp white. first real date. first anniversary. break-up. this corner has seen it all. wonwoo is twenty-eight now, but he feels twenty-three in his fantasy. as he picks at his appetizer, he imagines the new life you lead. somewhere nice with someone who's giving you everything that he can't. he doesn't blame you for leaving, for not waiting. that doesn't make it hurt any less, though. five years later, wonwoo still thinks he's going to stay here forever.

JIHOON SKIPPED 🎧 but there was one thing missing and that was the moment i knew. (THE MOMENT I KNEW)

the seaweed soup on the counter has gotten cold by the time that jihoon slips in to your apartment. you're splayed out on the couch in a fitful sleep. he realizes you haven't even changed, haven't washed off your makeup. it's all still there: the party dress, the red lipstick. all the evidence of jihoon's failure. he knows where this is heading. he sees the ending that he deserves from a mile away. still, he leaves on your coffee table a usb of what he'd been working on. he drapes a blanket over your shoulders. he considers kissing you on the forehead but he decides against it at the last minute. he doesn't think he has that privilege. instead, he takes his leave, knowing that if this was the last gift he got to give you, then he'd be somewhat content. he's always been better at speaking through his work anyway, but tonight that wasn't enough.

★ in the morning, you find the song jihoon had been working on for you:

MINGYU SKIPPED 🎧 i guess you never know; and if you wanted me, you really should've showed. (THE 1)

it shouldn't be this easy, catching up with a what-could-have-been. but mingyu still finds it to be the most comforting thing in the world. maybe too much, though, because as the two of you discuss the greatest films of all time, the alcohol makes his tongue just a little more loose. "if one thing had been different," he muses. "would everything be different today?" you know what he's asking, what he's implying. you answer his prodding with a measured sip of your own beer. he laughs, figuring he deserves that. you're not here to talk about marriage pacts and maybe's. this is nothing more than a drinking session with an old friend; mingyu tries to remind himself of that. he pushes the envelope just a teensy, tiny bit. "it would've been fun," he says as nonchalantly as he can manage. his mind quietly supplies the rest of the sentence: it would've been fun if you had been the one.

SEOKMIN SKIPPED 🎧 you can plan for a change in the weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind. (LAST KISS)

it's a special kind of pain, to watch someone's life unfold in pictures. it's the only place that seokmin can catch you nowadays. the squares of instagram. the tagged photos on facebook. you, looking like the life of the party. you, dancing on a rained-out pavement. he's pathetic, he knows, to be stalking an ex's sns like this. but the night is lonely and his phone has the answers to all of his questions about you. well, maybe not all of the questions. he's gnawing his bottom lip as his fingers fly over his keyboard, but it's not to reach out to you. he doesn't want to put you through that; he'll harrow everybody else before he does. the last few connections you two share have all heard from seokmin in one way or another. how are they? he'll text casually. they look like they're doing well.

MINGHAO SKIPPED 🎧 i made you my temple, my mural, my sky, now i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life. (TOLERATE IT)

minghao waits by the door like a child reprimanded. you're a couple of paces away from him, bent over the kitchen sink— polishing plates that are already clean. it's an old habit of yours. a telltale sign that something's wrong. he almosts takes your hands in his to keep you from all your nervous tics, but then you speak. "if it's all in my head, tell me now. tell me i've got it wrong," you say, not even bothering to look up at him. minghao has never lied to you; he was not about to start now. and so he stays quiet, giving you all the answers you need. it's not all in your head. you're not wrong, his silence communicates. there's only so much of his indiscretions that you can tolerate. minghao, like always, sits and watches you— watches you learn, watches you lose, watches you leave.

SEUNGKWAN SKIPPED 🎧 sometimes i really wish that i could hate you; i've tried, but that's just somethin' i can't do. (DON'T YOU)

seungkwan will be the first to admit that he doesn't know how to be just friends with you. he wants to. wants to keep that connection in his life, wants to move past the failed relationship for the sake of your camaraderie. but as much as he tries to walk away and go on with his life, he knows it will all just be pretend. he finds someone else. that doesn't work out. he watches you try, too, with others, only for that to fall through as well. and so seungkwan is just a little guilty of smiling at you, of running in to you somewhere and staring just a little too long. he doesn't have the right to say the next couple of words, but he's also never been good at denying himself of the truth. "i missed you," he admits. past tense, he notices, so he amends. "i miss you."

VERNON SKIPPED 🎧 in my dreams, you're touching my face and asking me if i'd want to try again with you— and i almost do. (I ALMOST DO)

vernon has had a long week, thanks for asking. he would have wanted to see the city lights. and he dreams of you, too— montages where you're touching his face, asking if he wants to try again. the answer is simple; the answer is 'yes'. but he's a believer of clean cuts, of movies without sequels. so each time you reach out, there's no reply. the last couple of texts has vernon sighing because he knows what you're thinking. he knows how you think. you've probably concluded that he hates you, that he has better things to do with his time. truthfully, he's been fighting every single impulse to respond. to call just for the sake of hearing your voice. he can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye. he wouldn't survive it.

CHAN SKIPPED 🎧 dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief in the good in the world; you once believed in me. (HITS DIFFERENT)

chan knows he's being insufferable. he knows he's being attention-seeking, knows he's a little petty and a lot unfair. but he can't help it. the mere thought of you with someone else makes him want to hurl on the side of the street. and so he scream-sings your favorite songs in every club; he slurs your name until his friends are shoving him in to an uber. "their love was a lie, you know?" one of them tells him, one particular evening. chan only laughs in their face. that shit was not going to get him by. chan would rather have a raging hangover every morning than think you didn't love him. he'll get over it eventually, he's sure. for now, though, he orders his nth cocktail, much to his friends' exasperation. moving on had always been easy for him to do, but then came you.

[stoneshipper]

imagine your f/o...

... writing you a love letter! they'd put careful care and consideration into every aspect of it - from the stationary to the pen they use to write to you. maybe their handwriting is naturally neat, or perhaps they write with such quick passion that it's harder to decipher. in any case, their letter is filling with nothing but compassionate words that they hope to use to brighten your day and make your heart feel warm ❦︎

dividers made for me by kynibyou! 🍂 prosh¡p dni.

[m8hammed2]

A Journey of Resilience and Hope: An Urgent Call for Support ✊🏼💔

Hello everyone, 🌍

I am Mohammed Hussein Ismaeel, a 23-year-old Palestinian from Gaza. My life, and that of my family, has changed unimaginably because of the war. I write to you today hoping to find your support and assistance so we can overcome these harsh circumstances. 🙏🏼

My Family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

My family consists of five members: my mother Rajaa (51 years old), my father Hussein (58 years old), my sister Iman (18 years old), and my little sister Noor (13 years old). We used to live a simple life full of hope and ambition. Unfortunately, the war forced us to flee from our beloved home and seek refuge elsewhere. 🏠💔

The Beginning of the Crisis 🏚️

On October 7, after the war broke out, we had to leave our home and move to the Maghazi camp in central Gaza. We spent two and a half months there under unbearable conditions until missiles targeted the camp, taking the lives of two family members and injuring others. After that, our house was destroyed, and we lost all our memories and dreams. 🚪💥

Daily Struggles 🏕️

We fled to Rafah and then to Deir al-Balah, where I now live apart from my family in a tent that offers little comfort. My father suffered a hand injury, and my sister Iman contracted hepatitis due to malnutrition. I lost my job before graduation, and my studies in the MBA program were halted. Our lives have become a daily struggle for survival. 🍂

Hope and Prayer ���🏼

Every day we wake up hoping for the war to end, but fear continues to control us. We seek your help to get through this ordeal and return to our normal lives. We need your support to provide the necessary medical care for my family, resume our studies, and build a better future for us all. 🌟

A Call to Humanity 🤝🏼💙

We are in urgent need of your assistance. Any support you can provide, whether financial or moral, will have a significant impact on our lives. I ask you to share my story and help us raise the funds necessary to evacuate to Egypt and find safety. 🇪🇬

From the depths of our hearts, we thank you for any support you offer. We will never forget your kindness and humanity in these difficult times. ❤️🌹

Note 📝

I created this account because my previous one was restricted, limiting my ability to reach out to people. I've been blocked from making an urgent humanitarian appeal during a time when my family and I need it most. The war has taken everything from us, and now I'm struggling to have my voice heard. Please help us by sharing our story and supporting us through this difficult time. Your kindness could be the lifeline we desperately need.

This is the link to her other account.

Thank you,

Mohammed Hussein Ismaeel ✍🏼

[yourmoonie]

NO ACTION NOVEMBER

NO ACTION NOVEMBER' challenge is here 🍂, This month, let's explore the power of pure manifestation, using just our intentions and beliefs. There is no need to take any action!

Ready to join? Let's go

Step 1: Choose Your Desire(s) 🎯

Pick a desire you really want to manifest or make mental packages of your desires to select from

This is YOUR month to see what the power of pure imagination can bring to life. Think of it, set an intention, believe it... and let’s go!

Step 2: Visualize It Daily 👁️

*optional*

Take a few minutes each day to visualize yourself already living your desire

Through your imagination, you are going to break the barrier between "reality" & "imagination"

There's no need to act on it. Just get yourself in that feeling.

Step 3: Create a Power Phrase 🗣️

Choose a phrase that makes you feel your desire is already true, like “I already have it” or “It’s happening now.”

Repeat it whenever you think of your desire and let it boost your belief system

✅️ IT'S EITHER MY WAY or MY WAY

Step 4: For those who love extra methods ✨️

✍️: Write down your desire as if it’s already happened. Describe how it feels, how it’s changed your life

SATS: Before you drift off to sleep, imagine your desire. Let that image carry you to sleep

Reminder: No Action Necessary! 🚫

This month, we’re staying in the mindset of “no action.” Trust that things can align and come to you without needing to lift a finger

Check-In Weekly 🔄

Every week, come back to this post and comment on how things are going. Notice any shifts, synchronicities, or signs? Share them with us! Let’s encourage each other and celebrate every little bit of magic that shows up.

✨ The Goal: Strengthen Your Belief in Imagination ✨

By the end of this month, we’re aiming to build a rock-solid belief in the power of imagination and intention alone. Watch as things fall into place, even without taking action 💫

[dogw1tch]

Escapism 🍂

18+ Minotaur x Gender Neutral Reader

(Size difference, Breeding, reader has afab anatomy)

DogWitch Notes: Thank you guys for the love on my last story! It makes me so happy to know people are enjoying my work :) this one has a little more build up but it might call for multiple chapters?

Summary: The library is off limits after dark but knowledge waits for no one. Besides, reading mythology is much more immersive at night. So immersive, in fact, that the breath on the back of your neck feels very, very real.

You had been crouching behind the bookshelf for so long now your legs were starting to loose feeling. Finally, though, the university librarian had finished making his checks and began turning out the lights. He was an anxious looking man in his thirties and you felt a little bad deceiving him like this- after all, it was him that had given you the book in the first place. But the tome was a relic that couldn’t leave the library to be read in your dorm room and you were so desperate to finish it. So, since stealing seemed a bit dramatic, you would have to settle for trespassing. You heard the large wooden door echo closed and dragged yourself from your hiding place, book still clutched to your chest. Your eyes took some time to adjust to the darkness as you dug around in your pocket for your lighter. Slivers of moonlight through the window seemed to die in the shadows of the towering book cases. They looked almost identical to the grand towers of the university in the darkness and the chill in the air gave you the feeling of walking through the streets at night.

Lighter in hand, you slowly navigated the corridors to find your much beloved reading corner and lit the candles you had left there. The little corner of light looked so cozy and you smiled as you gathered yourself up in the blanket you had bought and settled down in the old armchair with your book. The title ‘Portentum Complexus’ was embossed in gold into deep red leather. Much of the writing was still in the original Latin and you had been taking your time to carefully translate. However there were passages written in English, seemingly added by a scholar years later as well as beautiful etched illustrations. From all of these pieces, you had managed to put together a tale of a strange beast, roaming the land to find his lost lover. There had been a great war between worlds and the beast was trying to bring life back to his realm. Though the creature was described as being a hulking monster, triple the size of any man, covered in corse hair, obsidian black horns and pointed hooves; he still had a gentle feel about him. There was a sadness in the Latin passages that didn’t seem to properly translate into English. Perhaps that was why previous scholars hadn’t bothered to do so. But you poured over them, wanting to find the words to understand this creature who everyone, bar the monsters of his realm, was so afraid of. Your heart hurt for him a little; after all, he was looking for his love, he must feel so alone.

So this was how you intended to spend your night, curled up on the moth bitten armchair reading about lamenting fictional creatures. University was certainly the right choice. You flicked to the last English passage you had been studying. The beast had been captured by a human army and, not wishing to harm them by fighting back, had ended up bound by thick ropes in the king’s dungeon.

‘The corse binding bit into his soft flesh as he cried out into the empty corridors. He cried for his love, for his mate. He cried for them to find him in this cold and lonesome maze. His sorrow echoed from the cold stone and surrounded him.’

A sudden noise broke you from your immersion. It sounded like the lowing of cattle, strange since you were in the city centre. It was quickly replaced by the constant groaning of the ancient building before you could pay it much mind. The library was surprisingly noisy at night.

‘The beast cried until his throat was horse and even the reflection of his own voice left him alone. He feared he was to die here in the darkness. He spoke a silent prayer to the gods that his love might be safe. His chest heaved against its restraints as the monster resigned himself to his fate.’

Again came that noise, closer now, and sounding more laboured. You looked around but saw nothing in the darkness. Your mind must be playing tricks, you knew you shouldn’t really be here after all.

‘Movement. Movement in the darkness. The beast stirred and strained to see who approached him. Staring, wide eyed and loving through the bars of his captivity there stood…’

The words cut off back into Latin. You sighed and contemplated packing in for the night, translating seemed a tiresome chore at this hour. But something kept you going, call it intellectual curiosity. You needed to know what happened to the monster you had grown so fond of. Slowly but surely, word by word, you uncovered each sentence.

‘His love. His love had come to rescue him. They picked at the lock and made their way inside. The beast stared in disbelief. After all this time, all this searching, his love had been the one to find him. They approached with caution, unsure whether they recognised their mate after all these years. “Please, do not be afraid my heart, it is me.”’

The voice startled you. You read the words but they seemed to come from behind you. You turned again but again saw nothing but empty corridors through towering shelves. Perhaps your love of escapism had just left you with a very vivid imagination.

‘His love came forward, running their hands over the restrains that bound their lover. With a deft hand and a sharp blade, they began to cut through the rope. The beast sighed in relief as the pressure on his chest was released.’

The back of your neck tingled as a warm gust of air blew through the library. You could not shake the feeling you were being watched now but the story had you too gripped to care.

‘Like felled serpents, the ropes lay limp on the stone floor and the beast rose up from his stupor. He towered above his lover but they were not afraid. They knew he could not hurt them nor anyone else. They were bound together by fate and they would always find their way back to one another.

“My love. My heart. Please, I have craved for you endlessly. Let me hold you and make you mine once more.”’

Without warning you were pulled into a sudden embrace that knocked the air from your lungs. In your confusion, you did not even scream as large hands pulled you bodily from your chair. You were suddenly being held against a wall of corse fur, inhaling the bitter sweet of hay and sweat. You look up to see, towering over you in the candle-kissed half light, a great Minotaur.

He held you flush to his soft, strong chest as though you weighed nothing at all. His breath was hot on your skin and as a rough, black tongue ran up your neck making you shiver. “My mate…” The creature’s voice was low and surrounded you just as fully as his embrace, “How I’ve longed for this.” With one sweep of his arm, the Minotaur sent your books and papers fluttering to the ground. You had to crane your neck to gaze up at him as he placed you down on the desk; his dark eyes bore into you with such deep lust that you couldn’t help a pang of arousal coursing through your body. Nobody had ever looked at you this way. The great beast stood tall over you, taking in your body like he wanted to consume every part. You felt then, something hot and heavy resting next to your thigh. Your face flushed red and you had to look away for a moment, suddenly finding yourself embarrassed as the obscenity of the situation dawned on you. The creatures cock was longer than your thigh and just as thick. It made sense with the rest of his towering form but you were suddenly feeling very exposed under the beast’s hungry glare. He seemed to notice your hesitation and cupped your face in his palm, tilting your head to look at him. “Do you fear me?” Despite it all, you shook your head. Embarrassed? Yes. But not afraid.

“I shall endeavour to be as gentle as I can. You are to bear my calfs after all, it is my duty to treat you well.”

Before his words could register, the creatures head was between your thighs. He had ripped away the fabric there and his thick, rough tongue was lapping at your folds like a man starved. A cry of pleasure escaped your lips as you threw back your head. Your thighs clenched around his head, seemingly spurring him on. His tongue began to push deeper, curling inside you and igniting every nerve in your body. A single finger, large enough that you could wrap your hand around it, began to toy with your clit, rolling in gentle circles as you struggled to hold back wanton moans. He seemed to revel in the sounds you made, thrusting his tongue deeper inside with every whine of pleasure until you were rocking your hips desperately against his snout.

You were sure you were about faint from the overwhelming sensation of it all when the creature finally pulled his head back to see his work. You were a drooling mess against the table, slick and stretched open all for him. Still not open enough to take him inside you. A chuckle echoed above you, as though he had read your panicked look. “No, not here. Once we are home, my love, I will have you completely. But for now…” He picked you up with one hand around your waist, the other positioning his cock beneath you. “For now I have other ways to fill you.”

He began pulling you up his length, fucking in between your thighs and coating himself in your slick. He groaned deeply as he used your body to pleasure himself as if you truly belonged to him alone. You couldn’t help but let out your own whimpers of pleasure as your clit rubbed against his rough skin, getting wetter with every thrust. You found yourself wishing he were inside you, his scent, his growls, it all seemed so right, so familiar and you wanted to belong to this great beast that had captured you. You pressed your thighs together as tight as you could as he man-handled like you were nothing more than a toy made just for him. “That’s it, just like that..” he groaned. The muscles under the creature’s soft belly tightened and you knew he was close. “When we’re home I’m going to keep you full every minute of the day. I’ve spent too long without you. I’m going to hold you on my cock and fill you with my calfs until you’re stretched and moulded to my shape. No one else will be able to have you. You’re mine.” Without warning, he pinned you back to the desk and pressed his engorged tip against your entrance, stretching you around him. He let out a deep, echoing growl as he released inside you, filling you so much that you felt his cum leaking out of you and down your thighs.

The Minotaur didn’t seem satisfied to let this happen. He ran his fingers over your thigh and pushed the residue back inside you, fucking it deep into your stomach. You cried out with each thrust of his fingers, rocking your hips and riding out your waves of pleasure. It felt so good to be full of him.

You stayed there a while as he kissed and lapped at your skin, nuzzling into your neck and plugging you full with his fingers. He mumbled under his breath sweet nothings about how he would take you home, back where you belong. How he would keep you full and satisfied in every way. How you would give him such strong and beautiful young. How life would be so sweet now that his mate had been found. You tried to focus on his words, but they bought such a familiar peace that you found yourself lulled into sleep, breathing him in as you snuggled into his warm fur.

“That’s it my love, rest now. I will find you again soon”

***

It was the librarian who found you in the morning. He had gotten some idea of what was going to happen that night but was honestly surprised by the sheer amount of fluid involved. He tried his best to keep his eyes shut as he threw your blanket over your body and placed you back in your reading chair. The book he had lent you was open on the floor, displaying an etching of the Minotaur and his lover in an intimate embrace. The librarian quickly pushed it shut, not wanting to be anymore invasive into your private life. He thought about waking you, there were so many things he needed to tell you before the creature came back to claim his mate. But for now, you looked so peaceful.

He locked the library door, flipping the sign to closed and letting you get your rest.

DogWitch notes: a part two may be in order if you like??

Part two <3

[bts-trans]

240917 Weverse Translations

J-Hope's Post ❇️ with Jungkook's Comment 💬

한 달, 그래 딱 30일! 시간이 야속하기만 했는데 이제는 정이라��� 게 생겨 애틋해지네요. 짐 정리도 해보고, 잘 쓰고 애용하던 물품들도 후임들에게 나눠주고서, 가벼워진 관물대를 보니 그 마음이 좀 더 짙어집니다. 돌이켜보면 별거 아닌데 그때는 왜 이렇게 긴장되고 경직되어 있었는지.. ㅎ (관물대 열리는 소리마저도 신경을 자극했던 그 시절) 새로 들어온 전입 신병들 보면서 나름의 동병상련이 생기고 제 모습이 보여 귀여워하는 요즘입니다. 참.. 극한의 F 상태가 되어 제 군 생활을 돌이켜보는 중인데.. 뿌듯합니다! 떳떳하구요! 물론 지금은 말년 병장 그 자체, 침대에 누워 글을 쓰지만요 하하 연휴가 참 좋네요!! 푹 쉴 수 있어서! 사족이 길었지만, 그래서 추석 인사드리러 온 거에요~ 근데 우연하게도 딱 30일이 남은 오늘이네요~ 모든 분들의 가정의 평화가 이루어지고 있는 지금, 제 마음속에도 비둘기가 요동칩니다. 조금은 뜨거운 추석이지만!! 풍요로운 한가위가 되시길 기원하며 여러분들에게 안부를 전해드립니다. 얼른 가을이 왔으면 좋겠습니다. 떨어지는 낙엽 조심해 보게~ 🍃 🍂 다음 달, 이날에 뵙겠습니다. 그날까지 부디 건강 잘 챙기시길..! 충성🫡

ㅇㅁㅅㄹㅎ💜🕊

JK: 고생했어유 쨔홉💜 (https://weverse.io/bts/artist/0-149280230?anchor=4-335171757)

JH: One month, exactly 30 days! At first, time felt so cruel But now I've developed this fondness and am getting sentimental.

I've been clearing my things, and giving away some of my belongings that I used a lot to my successors. Now, looking at my locker that's much emptier than before

those feelings are even stronger.

Looking back, it really wasn't such a big deal, I don't know why I was so nervous..ha (back then, when even the sound of the locker door opening would make me flinch) These days, I watch the new recruits come in and feel sense if empathy towards them. I see myself in them, they seem so adorable.

Man…looking back at my military life in this extremely F state*..I'm pretty satisfied with myself! And proud!

Though of course, currently, I'm the typical sergeant at the end if his service—lying on my bed as I write this haha The holidays are so great!! It's so nice to rest! This has become a bit lengthy but, I wanted to come here to wish you a Happy Chuseok~ And then it just happened to be the exact day that marks my last month~

As all families experience peace, a dove flutters in my heart as well. It is a bit of a warm Chuseok, but!! I hope it is a prosperous one. My best wishes to you.

I hope that autumn comes soon. So that be wary of even falling leaves²~🍃🍂

I'll see you next month, in this day. Until then, please stay healthy..!

Salute🫡

I love you ARMY💜🕊️

(T/N: *Refers to the 'F' (feeling) personality type in the MBTI types.

In the military, people say that sergeants close to the end of their service should be wary of "even the falling leaves" as a way of saying that they shouldn't get complacent and make sure that they finish their service without any incidents, especially in the final stretch.)

JK: You've worked so hard and done so well JjyaHop💜

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Jungkook's Post ❇️

추석 잘 보내시길 바랍니다 🫡

I hope you have a great Chuseok 🫡

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[frozenmoonshine]

How TR boys show affection/love?

Long time no write, but my hyperfixation is very alive and kicking, as always! And since the weather is getting chillier as we're approaching the full blown autumn, it's the perfect time for some cozy, fluffy thoughts! 🍂🍁☕️🧦

TW: none, just some slight exaggeration for comedic purposes; Reader's gender is not specified

MIKEY - bites.

You can't convince me this adorable, emo menace to society isn't a total menace in every other aspect as well! He likes you means he wants you. He also wants dorayaki because he likes it. Dorayaki is something he chews on. ........... You can see what I'm getting at. He'll just randomly start munching on any bit of your skin he can get access to. And if he gets carried away, he can bite for real! It's just Mikey logic, don't question it, there's no use. But, fair be fair, he also protecc!

DRAKEN - acts of service.

He's the type to reflexively take off his jacket and cover you when you're cold, or go get you a bottle of water when you're out in the hot weather and he noticed you struggling with the heat. He'll always carry your bags and stuff, and doesn't allow you to refuse. You need an errand done - he's already on it. And the best part is that he never thinks twice about doing any of that, it's simply his second nature.

BAJI - surprisingly... also acts of service.

CLUMSY acts of service, but acts of service nonetheless! He'll cook for you (as in, more than just instant yakisoba - an actual meal). He'll bring you a cat when you're feeling down to cheer you up. He'll teach you to fight if you need to blow some steam off. (And he'll happily spar with you, but beware - he has ulterior motives in that sparring session, iykwim 😏) Still, the biggest sign of his affection is if he lets you touch his hair!

MITSUYA - support.

I was tempted to say 'words of affirmation', but on the second thought, just support in every shape and form that you might need. He's your shoulder to cry on when you need to, someone who believes in you when you doubt yourself, and someone you can always rely on no matter if you're going through a petty drama or your world actually just fell apart. He's always there by your side, through thick and thin!

KAZUTORA - trust.

They say that jealousy is the sign of love, but it's the exact opposite in Kazu's case! If you really mean something to him, he won't experience the least bit of jealousy, even if he saw you sitting butt-naked in another man's lap! He'll also be fully comfortable being himself around you, and feel safe to share his past, traumas, mistakes, and his healing journey, without fear of being judged or abandoned. He will just know in his heart that you are his person no matter what!

KOKO - self-sacrifice & physical touch.

I think this is pretty much canon, but allow me to elaborate nonetheless.

Hajime is passionate. When he falls in love, he falls head over heels and worships the ground his s/o walks on! His devotion can sometimes border on obsession, and there is nothing he wouldn't be willing to do for his love! And I mean - nothing - literally no limits! He'd kill or die in a heartbeat for the one he loves, no questions asked! And, since he burns so fervently in love, he cannot help the urge to constantly shower the object of his affection in kisses, to hold them tight and just feel their skin, warmth, scent... Sidenote: he doesn't hug, he embraces!

[vividxpages]

1 and smut pls 🤭🤭

a/n: the way I was like 'how the hell can I include the beer can' hehe. I hope you like how it turned out!

vivid's little autumn writing: If you want, you can now send me a number (or two combined!) from this list of visual prompts and I'll write a little drabble (fluffy and/or smutty, you decide) for it.🧸 you can suggest them until the end of October!

🍂

Mornings at Jace’s dorm could go two very different ways.

After nights out or late study sessions, you sometimes were woken up by his blustering roommate next door, stumbling through the hallway in search for some breakfast. When Jace and Cregan threw parties, you’d find the living room littered with party corpses, scrunching your nose at all the glasses you knew Jace had to wash later. Jace, it seemed, was used to the frequent come and go in the dorm, but you with your very organized and neat girl dorm, could not relate.

Other times, when Cregan went out for an early morning jog and the dorm floor was quiet and sleeping still, you got to indulge into the pleasure of having Jacaerys all to yourself.

This morning, you had woken up from his kisses, slow and searchingly travelling over your sleep-warm skin, your attentive boyfriend already having pushed you over the edge once with his fingers buried deep inside of you and your little mewls echoing off his walls.

Now, relaxed and still a little hazy from your orgasm, Jace had carried you into the bathroom, struggling a little to get into the shower while making sure none of your body parts bumped into any walls.

“You’re getting too good at this…” You slurred against his neck, lazily kissing the underside of his stubbled jaw as he gently set you down on your feet and turned the showerhead on.

“At walking into the shower with you?” He grinned knowingly at you, shielding you from the water until it quickly reached a comfortable temperature. Rich kid dorm shit.

“You know exactly what I mean…” You mumbled, stepping right into his open arms and melting against his chest, the warm water trickling down both your naked entwined bodies. His wet curls tickled your cheek as you peppered little kisses on his strong chest, his breath hitching as you teasingly licked over one of his pecs before bringing your lips together.

The kiss quickly got heated and you moaned in his mouth as he pressed his hips into yours, his hard cock still on edge after watching you come so sweetly in his arms earlier. You pressed your chest against his and shivered as one of his hands ghosted over the side of your breast, slowly walking you towards the tiled wall behind you.

“You’re so pretty…” He whispered in awe, water falling into his eyes as they stared hungrily at you. His raspy morning voice sent a thrill down your spine and something low in your stomach stirred awake yet again. “’need to fuck you good, baby, will you let me?”

“Hell yeah, I need you…” You breathed against his lips and let him slide his tongue into your mouth, the kiss becoming deeper and more desperate. In one swift move, he hoisted you up and into his arms, your legs winding themselves around his hips. Behind you, a dull sound of something clinking against the tiles after your elbow touched it distracted you.

You looked over your shoulder, brushing away the wet hair from your face. There, nestled between the guys’ bodywash and shampoo (3 in 1 for Cregan, a whole luxurious hair routine for Jace), was a beer can.

“Really, Jace?” You cocked a disappointed eyebrow at him, the warm water continuing to flow down your naked back as he held you.

“Cregan was in here before us!” Jace protested and chuckled as you playfully leaned away from the beer can and squeezed his shoulders. “Do I taste like beer to you? At nine in the morning?”

You hummed in consideration, briefly kissing and licking over his lips, his eyes on you darkening with desire when you leaned back and squeezed your thighs around him. “No. Just toothpaste. You’re lucky you’re so cute, Jacaerys Velaryon, because you will clean that up right after you fucked me, got it?”

“Bossy, but I’ll take it.” Jace mumbled under his breath and surged forward again, eager to finally get inside you and draw more of his favorite noises from your lips.

As the steam around you rose up your bodies, the two of you came together as one, your sensitive core welcoming Jace as if he had always belonged there, deep and hot inside of you while you held onto him for dear life…

Later, you both had somehow forgotten about the can as you love-drunkenly stumbled back into Jace’s room, but at least Cregan had a nice surprise waiting for him when he took a shower after his jog…

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Too pretty || J.O

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Synopsis: Jenna finds that skirt too pretty on you.

Warnings: Smut, oral, public sex, fingering, and my terrible writing.

Words: 1.1k

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Jenna's POV:

My girlfriend and I were out shopping, she wanted new clothes so I decided to spoil her. I've been waiting for her to come out of the dressing room for five minutes now. She tried different skirts and came out to show them to me each time. She was trying her last skirt but was taking forever to put it on.

“Hey, love, you're alright in there ?” I wondered what was going on in there. “Um, yeah, I'm fine. Actually, could you come in here ?” She asked me, and she sounded a little breathless. I was a bit confused, I didn't verbally anwser and just walked in the dressing room. That's when I saw her, hands on her hips, breathing heavily, the skirt was half put on, I couldn't help but laugh at her state.

“What happened to you, darling ?” I giggled at her, “Don't laugh at me ! Help me, I can't zip my skirt up !” She softly whined at my teasing. I walked closer to her, my signature smirk on my face, “Turn around.” She didn't waste a second and turned around. Her back was facing me. I zipped up her skirt, my right hand was on her hip to stabilize her, and I passed my other hand on her skirt to place it correctly. My arms quickly found their way around her waist, hugging her from behind as I dropped my head on her shoulder, I took a minute to admire her.

She looked so good it was almost hard to believe she was real.

“You look gorgeous, my love” I whispered before kissing her cheek. My mouth explored down from her jaw to her neck, I moved my arms so my hands could properly grip her hips, and she threw her head back into my shoulder as I suck on her skin. I felt a heat growing in my stomach, she looked too pretty in that skirt, I could devoure her, my hands squeezed her side as I pulled her closer to me.

“Jenna...” She whispered, “Yes, darling ?” I mumbled against her neck, finding myself not able to tear away from her soft skin. “What are you doing ?” She caressed my hair gently. I smiled before looking into her eyes through the mirror in front of us, “I'm just kissin' my girlfriend. Why ?” I answered her. She rolled her eyes at me, a soft smile not leaving her lips. I also noticed how red her cheeks got, and I wanted to make them redder. My hand travelled down her waistline, I heard her breath becoming irregular, my teasing was definitely affecting her. “Jenna, we can't do this here.” Her voice was shaky, her skin got hotter, and her cheeks got redder like I expected. “Why not ?” I asked. My hands went down her legs as my mouth went back to her neck.

“Because people might hear us.” A quiet moan left her lips when I squeezed her thigh, “Then let them hear, my love.” I whispered in her ear before softly biting her earlobe. I knew she gave in when I felt her body melting in my arms, “Is this a yes ?” I wanted to make sure I had her consent, “It's a yes, sweetheart.” I didn't waste any more second to turn her around and kiss her passionatly. My hand was on the back of her thigh, the other one was holding her small back, and her arms were wrapped around her neck as her fingers were playing with my baby hair.

I dropped her leg so I could get a grip of her ass, I squeezed her butt which made her moan. I stepped closer to the wall and pinned her to it. She gasped in my mouth, "Fuck." She whispered, her hips rocking against mine as I kissed down her neck. I kissed my way down her abdomen, my hands are working on her panties.

I pulled her panties down, and my mouth claimed her thighs with tones of kisses. "Please, Jen." She looked down at me, her hand in my hair tugging me closer to her cunt. "Yeah ? You want this now ?" I teased, kissing her skirt. "Yes, please, love." She begged. She knows how much I love it when she begs.

I can't resist her for too long, and I wanted this first, so I gave in and started attacking her pussy, my tongue curling inside her warm walls. I grabbed her leg and put on my shoulder. I held her hip and squeezed her thigh as I devoured her.

She tried to compress her moans by biting her hand that wasn't gripping my hair. "Quiet down, sweetheart, employees could hear you." My words sent a virabiton through her entire body as I warned her, but she didn't seem to care. I took her panties and shoved it in her mouth. She groaned at the contact of the tissue. She could taste herself on it. I continued my assault on her pussy, two of my fingers easily slide in from how wet she was.

My mouth was basically making out with her clit as my fingers rammed into her. I felt her walls clenching on my fingers telling me she was getting close. Her hips grinded against my face, using my face to reach her climax. Her free hand was trying to hold onto something, she threw her head back, veins popping up her neck.

I went deeper into her, deseperate to make her cum, my finger moved faster curling every now and then, my tongues circling her clit making her see star. I heard her mumbling something against her panties, "Close, darling ?" I whispered. She nodded frantically, her eyes were shut and sweat was dripping down her forehead.

Three deep thrust was all she needed to cum on my fingers. I slowed down my pace before pulling my fingers out of her. I got up, taking her panties out her of her mouth, then soflty kissing her. She lazily kissed me back.

I chuckled at her tired state, wrapping my arms around her waist to hold her up. "I think we need to buy this skirt, now." I chuckled softly as I caressed her back. She chuckled in my neck and nodded, "Yeah." Her voice came out in a quiet tone, I laughed to myself. "Let's get you home so I can clean you up and take care of you."

I helped put her clothes on, she fixed her hair and make-up the best she could, "Good ?" I asked.

"Good." I held my hand out for her. We walked outside the dressing room, some eyes on us, but I smirked proudly, maybe too proudly because she nudged my arm.

I don't think this store will allow us to come in here again.

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A/n: Hi :)

Sorry, this is terrible. I promise I got better fic in coming.

Have a good day/night. Love on ya <33