#i'm gonna be self-indulgent as fuck

[mydearchoso]

geto and a reader with capnolagnia (a fetish/attraction to the smell of cigarette smoke/the act of smoking) and so everytime he wants some puss, he steps out for a few and comes back REEKING of it.

he loves doing it at movie theatres, restaurants, sometimes before he comes to visit you at work or before entering your house. any excuse to make you hot and bothered that inevitably leads to him being dragged to the bathroom or bedroom, sometimes not even bothering to hide it and just doing it right there as discreetly as possible.

he just loves the stark contrast when you go from bright, smiling, and cheery to furrowed brows and rustling thighs. mouth all but watering as you fuck the man to oblivion behind your eyes, before finally pouncing on him.

geto has also certainly fucked you WHILE smoking... slow lazy thrusts as he watches the ash flutter down to rest on your torso. smearing it with his hands as he slides it up to play with your nipple idly. putting the filter to your lips to inhale. all before he's locking your lips with his, grabbing each of your shoulders so hard his nails dig into your flesh. inhaling the smoke from your mouth as he pulls you down towards his hips. his leisurely pace turned cruel and hyper. fucking you like a rabbit who's only goal is to finish before it's heart gives out.

he gets so needy as he exhales the remainder of smoke across your face, watching your expressions as he drills into you ruthlessly. he may be using you like a toy right now, but after a little clean up, when he's put his briefs back on and you're in his shirt, you'll step out onto the back porch for a proper smoke. cuddling on the sun bed and passing the cigarette back and forth. staring up at the stars as you ramble about nothing special as you both bask in the afterglow of your ecstasy... and once you're back inside, who knows? maybe you'll be going at it again.

[temeyes]

pov: kei remembered you've been craving boba tea for DAYS

[jonathanbyersphd]

Down on the West Coast

[soupbtch]

ummm. my fic is done.

[fluffypotatey]

sometimes you do gotta be your own cheerleader for the things you love. it's exhausting, yes, and can feel lonely, but it's so worth it

[cursed-elements-blog]

SELFSHIPTOBER DAY 1 - Confession/Night

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I can't sleep, and I'm pissed about it.

The past three hours or so have seen me tossing and turning in my bed. No matter the position, no matter whether I'm draped by the blanket or not, no matter how many pillows I use, I just can't seem to fall asleep. "This is bullshit..." I groan, slowly sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I'm well past the point of giving up on sleep tonight, might as well make the most of it. I pick up the phone and glance at the time - 2:47AM - before typing in my password. Without wasting any time, I navigate to my messages and begin looking through recent contacts. Surely at least one of my friends are awake...?

I swipe through my contacts as if carefully considering who I should text. Though in truth, there is only one person on my mind.

"Hey! Chase? You up?" I hit send and immediately put my phone screen down on my bed, my heart racing as nerves flare up within my gut. Thoughts race through my mind: Maybe he's asleep...do I just delete the message before he wakes up? Oh god what if he's awake and reads it? That's what I want though...Right? Would he be upset that I'm texting him so late? I look down at my phone, seeing the glow of the screen peaking out from under the body against my sheets. Tentatively, I reach out for my phone, deciding that it's better to delete the message and let him rest.

Bzzt-Bzzt!

Fuck... Deciding that it's too late to back out now, I pick up my phone and hesitantly look at the screen.

"Yeah, unfortunately. What's up?"

I can't help but smile at the message, releasing a breath I didn't know I was even holding. My fingers tap away at the screen.

"Can't sleep :/ Wanna hang out? I have these tuna melts I got from the campus convenience store that I wanna try."

I watch as the message status goes from "Sending" to "Delivered" and then to "Read". There's a pause and I begin to feel as if I might've fucked up when...

"Sure. Give me five minutes and I'll head out."

It takes everything I have to stop myself from cheering, knowing how pissed my roommates would be if I woke them at this time. Wasting no time, I send Chase a quick message telling him where to meet me as I excitedly get dressed.

I'm practically skipping down the sidewalk in the dead of night, the sound of crickets and the click-clack of my claws on cement keeping me company. Campus is always silent at such a time, though despite that it's rather safe. But my mind isn't on that.

Chase and I have known each other for about a year now, having taken the same gen-ed writing class during the spring of our first year. We were paired together for a small little presentation and we hit it off really well. We've been friends ever since.

Friends... just friends...

In all truth, I always found him to be pretty cute. Not only that, I really enjoy just being around him. Talking, laughing, just sitting in silence; Every moment with him was one I cherished. Maybe...maybe he'd be open to being something more? I make it to our meeting spot right in front of the Pueblo University Central Tree and sit on the bench with my bag of essentials and sandwiches at my side. It's nice and cool tonight, with the full moon shining brightly above.

It isn't long before I hear familiar footsteps approaching from my left. I look over with a grin and my heart leaps when I see that otter clad in blue.

"Well look who it is! Fuckin' took you long enough," I jest, grinning at Chase and giving him a gentle shove. "Thought I'd have to eat these myself." I pull out the two sandwiches from my bag and hand one over to Chase, who takes it with a smile. "My bad, Vincent was struggling with his report and wanted some help writing it." He shrugs, sitting on the bench. I begin unwrapping my own sandwich as I sit next to him. "Doin' his work for him again?" Chase rolls his eyes and nods, "Yeah... His job at the café has been hell lately from what he's told me. They're kinda understaffed right now." Chase unwraps his tuna melt and takes a bite. He pauses for a moment, looking down at it, before setting it down on its wrapper as he chews what's in his mouth.

"Well I hope he's doin' something for you in return..." I reply, bringing my sandwich up to my mouth and taking a bite out of it. "Maybe he can pose for that photography class you're takin'. Make shit easier for you, y'know?" Chase looks over at me inquisitively, "Easier how?" He asks.

I swallow my food before continuing, "I don't know, he's like...objectively hot, right? Vincent looks good in any photo he's in so you have to put in less work with composition and framing and shit, right?" I take another bite, the sandwich kinda sucks; It's borderline tasteless and kind of soggy...but it's edible. Chase shoots me bit of a grin, raising an eyebrow "Want me to pass that on to him? I think he's-"

"Nooooo!" I cut him off, dramatically waving my hands, which gets a light chuckle out of the otter. "All I said was that he was objectively hot! Not that I'm into him, two different things. Don't get shit twisted." Chase raises his hands in mock defense, his cute little smirk growing a bit, "Alright! Alright... all I'm saying is that he's looking."

"Well I'm not. Not at him anyway." I mutter without further thought before taking another bite of the disappointing sandwich. I can almost see the cogs in Chase's head working away as he processes my words. Shit... don't ask more questions... "'Not at him'? Is there someone you are interested in?"

You're shitting me. I can feel my face heat up and I know it's over, there's no way he can't see how flustered I am. Kicking myself silently, I glance away before turning my attention back to the otter. It wouldn't be so bad to tell him how I feel... right? Worst case scenario, he says no and we stay friends. I take a deep breath, though it does little to calm my nerves. The moonlight reflects in Chase's eyes, making them look like amber shining proudly and I melt slightly. "Uhm yeah sort of... He's, y'know..." I gesture vaguely with my hands. What the fuck am I doing? Chase, meanwhile, just watches me with a slightly amused expression on his face. Cute bastard he is, having fun watching me stumble over myself like this.

"He's a good friend..." I finally manage to blurt out. "Known him since my first year here, made this program much more bearable haha." Chase nods before pausing, seemingly considering whether to pry any more. It doesn't take him long to decide, "Well... does this friend have a name..?" His voice carries a playful undertone, which only serves to fluster me further. I think for a moment before blurting out, "Track Pursuer."

...

The silence is deafening and I feel like I'll die on the spot. Chase's once playful expression is replaced with a blank look and I wish I could just disappear. What the fuck was that? I think to myself. It feels like I'm in middle school with a response like that, crowded around at the lunch table as my friends hound me with information about my crush. My self-loathing is only broken through by the tenor timbre of Chase's voice ring out in what can't be described as anything other than pure confusion, "... What?"

I look over at him and shake my head, "That was dumb, I'm sorry haha...I was- I wanted to be kind of cheeky with it and...God- fuck..." I shake my head, deciding not to embarrass myself further trying to explain the shitty wordpay - if it can even be called that - on his name. "Chase, it's you. I'm talking about you."

I watch as Chase's blank expression changes to one of surprise and then to something more bashful. A small, awkward chuckle escapes his muzzle as he rubs the back of his neck. "Oh...wow...Didn't realize that you were talking about me." He mutters. I sigh, looking off into the distance. "The one and only...Didn't want to tell you like this, especially not with fuckin 'Track Pursuer'" Chase chuckles softly at that before shrugging, "Looking back at it...It's kind of funny." He nudges me gently with his elbow and I can't help but smile a bit at how well he's taking it.

An awkward, yet comfortable, silence falls between us. Crickets chirp in the grass around us; The wind blows gently, rustling the leaves in the tree above us; And the two of us are here alone.

The silence is broken by Chase once more, "Well..." he begins, "if you're not happy with how you told me, want to try again?"

I focus my gaze back on Chase, who's gazing at me gently. Again my heart begins to race, and I take the opportunity. "Chase...I really like you. Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

He smiles, scooting a bit closer to me so his arm brushes up against mine. "I would really like that, El. Of course."

I can't sleep, and I don't think I've ever been more grateful for it.

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[theearlgreymage]

What's this? Me? Posting a Six Sentence Sunday Piece? Wild.

(But, Mr. EarlGreyMage has finally been getting steady Sunday's off lately, so I've been spending those with him in my defense.)

I know I've been quiet on here, (and still trapped in a bit of a Brain Rot for certain fandoms) but I really love and appreciate the tags from everyone every Sunday and Wednesday. Ya'll are the sweetest and brighten my day every time I see your names appear in my notifications @artsyunderstudy @ic3-que3n @nausikaaa @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @facewithoutheart @shrekgogurt @blackberrysummerblog @bookish-bogwitch @noblecorgi @hushed-chorus @wellbelesbian @monbons

I've been dabbling and bouncing around a lot of ideas lately, and with a break in sight I hope to get back into writing some of these ideas on a more regular basis. For now, however, it is MERMAY, which is my favorite thing in the entire world. (Really, if you've ever talked to me for more than 30 seconds you know I have a PROBLEM with those Merfolks.)

So for today's Six Sentence Sunday, I shall share some lines from my MerMay Fic 🧜‍♂️

The Siren and His King

Before Levi could answer with a sharp retort of any kind, the Siren opened its mouth again, only this time he started to sing.  The melody was foreign and familiar at the same time to Levi’s ears. He didn’t understand any of the words falling from the Siren's lips, but they still sounded familiar – bringing on a sense of solace and nostalgia.  With a start, Levi realized that he could hum along to the tune if he wanted. He’d done it before. Countless times in his childhood, tucked against his mother’s side as she sang him to sleep while tucking a loose bit of hair behind his ear. 

Hello out there to all of my darling friends!! I swear I am still breathing and miss you all dearly ❤

@krisrix @stardustasincocaine @upuntil6am @buffy @raenestee @aristocratic-otter @aroace-genderfluid-snake @bazzybelle @captain-aralias @confused-bi-queer @ebbpettier @fatalfangirl @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @martsonmars @mostlymaudlin @onepintobean @skeedelvee @stitchyqueer @theimpossibledemon @whogaveyoupermission @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @charmolypiclevi @pucepink @gravesecret

[rotisseries]

inspired by elli's poll lol cause this seems fun actually but if you guys have bad answers I'll kill myself on your doorstep or smth

[grimzeyedits]

A Bubby stimboard with fire, graffiti and FUCKING SHIT UP. For me, because i'm awesome

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Feel free to tag as whatever

[nyhne]

Last Six Sentences

Write the last six sentences you wrote and tag your mutuals to do the same!

Tagged by @lithugraph and believe it or not I actually started working on a fic again a few weeks ago so could actually fulfill this :x

The first time is just a fleeting glance–and for some reason Gilbert has the feeling that he was not meant to catch his observer in the act at all, that the creature’s apparition is a mistake. Gilbert is in the middle of cutting some wood, bent over his sawhorse with sweat beading on his brow, when he happens to look up and there it is: just a tease of a handsome, dark-furred face watching him through the trees. Gilbert blinks in surprise and puts down his handsaw, Fritz and Sophie already keening in pointed-ear excitement by his side (they were getting slow in their old age, he’d noticed).

But as soon as he makes a move, the fox is gone, Gilbert nearly missing the flash of dark bushy tail before the understory is still again, and the feeling of being watched disappears.

“Huh,” Gilbert says. And on the first instance that he sees him, he leaves it at that.

Tagging @puella-peanut @lordsardine @smileinthedark

[hadesdancehall]

happy wip monday bc i can't wait for wednesday

my mom brought miss rona home from a coworker after i posted the first ch of @lemon-wedges phantom au which brought everything to a halt where instead i was watching yt clips of cdrama palace intrigue. did numerous mini drafts on paper of something i thought i'd use but then decided to use later on (how did this grow from two to four planned chapters aaaaa) so now we're going in a completely new direction

also after a bit of back and forth with myself i made the Very Important Decision of having barok at a pub

[ranger-kellyn]

showing up to the wake and bake ready to ramble about The Character™

[mrsoharaa]

"There she is, there's my pretty girl" he coos lovingly, angling the camera in a perfect angle to capture your breath taking features. Smiling wistfully as the adorable fluster begins to creep onto your adoring cheeks.

[daz4i]

how to stop thinking any good thing someone says to you (like compliments or being proud of you or other positive expressions such as these) is a lie just to be polite or bc they're biased and thus can't judge you work and your being objectively bc they love you. asking for a friend

[blighted-beak]

I desire to draw so much slasher x male reader/y/n/anon/whatever the term is for art lol, desperate for some proper mlm slasher action

[queen-mabs-revenge]

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