#ily guys :’)

[kitkat-moon]

“Holy smokes” definitely. I will actually steal ur art style 🙏🏻🥲 I wish I could draw like that tbh.

@kokushibosbestie

I find these off pintrest.

Which moot am I guys?????????

[kitkat-moon]

Who’s handwriting do iiiiii have?

[wickjump]

i wanna interact with my mutuals because i loooove you guys mwah mwah so uhh reblog/reply to this with and ill tell you my thoughts about you (all good things)

[vomittedsoap]

A very serene Irving cuz I’ve been having a rough week. At least one of needs to be having a good time T_T

[zoofzoofxx]

Cuddling sounds so good right now

Pairing - Joost Klein x Fem!Reader

Summary - After enjoying some drinks at a girls' night out, you made a silly joke thru the phone, and Joost ended up picking you up. He helped you get ready for bed. Right before going to sleep, you demanded a cuddle session.

Genre - pure fluff

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While seated at the table with my girlies, enjoying drinks consequence-free, the alcohol intake began to resemble "prank calling my boyfriend." My closest friend sat beside me, not as intoxicated. Leaning towards her, I quietly disclosed the entire scheme. Despite her laughter and disapproving nod, I proceeded. I reached for my phone, scrolled through the contacts to find my boyfriend's name, and tapped to call him.

“Hey schat. (Hey babe.)” My boyfriend’s voice came through my speaker.

"Hello, this is Y/n L/n speaking. Are you interested in purchasing a fridge?" I inquired, then muted myself while erupting into laughter with my girls. It was a silly and bland joke, but the drinks made it appear amusing.

"Y/n?-" is the last thing I heard before hanging up. After a while, I received a text saying: 'I'll come pick you up in 30.' I showed the messages to my best friend, and she suggested taking advantage of those 30 minutes to grab more drinks.

We celebrated, sipped, danced , and simply relished the moment until one of friends approached me to inform me that my boyfriend was waiting outside for me. I collected my belongings and attempted to walk steadily and appear clear-headed, but ultimately I stumbled and tumbled right into my boyfriend's embrace.

"Haha, you're so strong," I slurred while reaching out to his biceps. He chuckled and kindly took my bag from me, assisting me to his car.

"Babe, I adore youuu…" I murmur while playing with his hair as he secures my seatbelt. Then plants a kiss on my forehead and shuts the car door. He then settles into the driver's seat and starts the car. I was chatting the whole journey with Joost, and he didn't seem bothered. He simply listened and conversed with me as if I were clear-headed. After a while, we reached our residence. He turned to me, assisted in unfastening the seatbelt, and stepped out of the car. Guiding me out of it, he lifts me up in a bridal style carry as we enter our home. He places me gently by a nearby chair, removes my shoes. I let out a yawn, resting my head on the kitchen table, nearly dozing off. I heard the water running in the bathroom, assuming Joost was showering, but he emerged, lifted me, and escorted me to the bathroom.

"Are you able to bathe independently?" He inquires. And I simply nodded in response.

"Sure thing, just give a shout if you need a hand, I'll be waiting outside," he assured me, planting a kiss on top of my nose. I hugged him from behind as he was leaving. We stood there quietly for a moment until I let go, and he walked out. After relaxing in the bath, I wrapped myself in towels and left the bathroom.

"I'm so hungry, babe..." I tell him as he smiles at me. He looks really cute at this moment. His hair is all messy, falling over his eyes. I go up on my toes to kiss him quickly on the lips. He kisses me back, and I don't want it to end. He holds me by my waist, kissing me until he lifts me up and takes me to the bathroom, placing me on the edge of the bathtub.

"What are you up to?" I ask as he starts to open the cupboard, removing all my skincare items.

"You'll appreciate it tomorrow, darling," he mentions as he crouches down to begin my skincare routine. I couldn't help but admire how adorable he looked and occasionally run my fingers through his hair while he finished.

He took my hand and guided me to our bedroom, gently placing me on the bed before heading to the wardrobe. Returning with fresh pajamas, he assisted me in changing. After laying me down, he mentioned he'd be back shortly. Moments later, he emerged from the shower, finding me gazing out the window. He approached, embracing me from behind.

“Gaan we al slapen schat? (Are we going to sleep darling?)” He inquired while planting a peck on my cheek, and I simply acknowledged. I reclined beside him. Subsequently, a hush fell between us.

"Joost," I initiate, and I could perceive him pivoting.

"Yeah, princess?" He inquires, and I simply grin at the endearing nickname.

"Can we cuddle, pretty please?" I inquire, drawing nearer to him as a gesture.

I sensed his hand encircling my waist, followed by a kiss on my shoulder. A content smile graced my lips as I drifted into slumber, comforted by the presence of my exceptional partner beside me. I consider myself truly fortunate.

A/n - HI BABES!!!! Sorry that this one shot was so short 💔 I have a bunch of assignments to tackle tomorrow, so I might not be able to share anything. However, I have a one shot request about Baby Lasagna, so I'll likely dedicate some time to it tomorrow, and you can anticipate the one-shot to be up on Friday! I've also got an idea for the third part of my tale involving Joost. So stay tuned for updates! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[adrinktostopyourthirst]

Just imagine your t shirt pushed up over your chest and his large hands on your breasts, panties pushed to the side and legs wrapped around his neck as he groans into your cunt. The heat of his skin everywhere that he touches you, stuttering on your words and him only answering by groaning against you. He’s panting against your skin, inhaling you as he catches his breath, muscular shoulders flexing with each desperate inhale. The brief flex of his ass as he grinds into the mattress just for some relief of his own. You can’t move, only struggle against him. Your hands grapple for any hold - his hands on your chest, his veiny forearms, his hair. Then his hands slide down and under your hips, they push you up and into his mouth, his tongue diving deeper as he shoves a pillow beneath your hips. And he has the audacity to laugh at the broken noise spilling from your lips. One hand presses down on your womb, the other slips a finger into you and curls up, and you are gone-

Yeah…

[reddstardust]

It's just me and my 12 mutuals against the world 🗣🗣🗣

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.

and the smell of camphor dancing in the wind.

✦ info: he didn't know he'd lose you so soon. (come back, please. even if it is just for five more minutes.)

✦ featuring: alhaitham.

✦ warnings: angst, character death (reader), heartache, 1.2k words, somewhat proof-read.

✦ notes: i cried so goddamn hard writing this. why is my first work after hiatus pain. why did i pick up the angst wip. but!! i'm writing again, so that's good. (more notes at the end.)

he didn’t know that it was your last day together. 

he didn’t know that the smile you gave him that afternoon, your eyes sparkling like sunlight upon the serene waves of the ocean, would be the last he’d ever see. that the playful light in your gaze would fade so very soon, slipping through his fingers like sand.

he didn’t know that last night would be the last time he held you close while you drifted off to sleep. he didn’t know that today would be the last time he’d wake up with you.

he didn’t think he’d lose you like this. 

he didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to save you from that blow. 

“please, please,”  he begs, both to you and to whatever force that is just barely holding you together. “just stay with me for five more minutes, please. until i can get you somewhere.” 

the rain soaks him to the bone, clothes and hair sticking to his skin. your lips stay motionless, eyes shut.

“wake up, please,”  he bargains. “you can have all the five minutes of extra sleep you want later, i promise. just—”  his vision blurs, and something shines on the ground before it is gone, swallowed by damp earth, lost amidst drops of falling rain. 

desperately, he tears off parts of his traveling cloak to staunch the bleeding. deep inside, he knows it is futile. he knows your wound is too great. he knows what lies ahead. but he cannot help but press the cloths to your wound and pray. 

please, please tell me it’ll be okay. 

please stay with me, beloved. i’ll read you all the books in the world. i’ll sleep in with you everyday, even if we end up whiling away our time. 

please. stay. stay with me. i can’t lose you yet.  

“— just wake up, beloved.” 

by some miracle, your eye flutters. just a bit. just enough to set hope ablaze, just enough for the grip on his heart to loosen a tiny bit. he buries his face in your shoulder, resting his head against your neck, uncaring of the blood that stains his clothes. your blood. on his clothes. his hands. everywhere. 

no. no. this can’t be happening.

he feels you strain beneath him, your unwounded arm gently, weakly brushing his back. he jolts upright, eyes trained on your face. you send a frail smile his way. he clasps your face softly as you nuzzle into his palm.

“alhaitham—” 

his full name. archons, how long has it been since you called him that?  

“— take good care of yourself, okay?” you tell him, chest heaving, your fingertips touching a tear on his cheeks. “i love you. so much.” 

those are the last words he hears fall from your lips. he presses a kiss to your forehead, to your eyelids, and to your cheeks and to your lips, over and over and over until he feels your breath slow, hoping they’ll say what he knows he cannot manage to choke out.

i love you. 

he stays there next to you for who knows how long, holding you until the rain slows and a faint rainbow smiles in the sky.

until he can’t smell camphor anymore.

—

every person has their curiosities. 

they’re just the little traits that set them apart from others, the things that make them tick just a little bit differently, the things that make them, them.

for instance, someone may be obsessed with collecting tiny furniture, while another eats the crusts off their sandwich before actually consuming it. someone may have an affinity for the most niche aspects of linguistics, while another can accurately predict the next raindrop that slides down a window pane.

after all, no two people are exactly alike, are they?

alhaitham knows he’s got his fair share of these curiosities himself. his aversion to soup and all things that resemble it, to name one. and with you, he’d noticed two things. 

number one: the scent of camphor that seems to linger on every inch of your person. 

he’d caught whiff of it almost immediately the first time you met. you were but one of his juniors in the akademiya, filled with bright-eyed curiosity and anxiety to match. you had tripped over a stair and bumped into his table in the library, bringing the mountain of books in your arms crashing down.

and with subsequent coincidental meetings, he learnt that the subtle scent of camphor dancing in the air meant you weren’t far away. 

you were, unfortunately, one of the poor souls who seemed to be cursed with constantly recurring minor illnesses, and almost always walked about with a stuffy nose. and so, you always carried a small disc of camphor in a handkerchief, as well as in your pocket.

you swore up and down, left, right and center that sniffing the vapors helped make breathing easier.

‘it’s my grandmother’s remedy, alhaitham! camphor always works wonders. well, that and eucalyptus oil.”

alhaitham may not know the validity of your claim or the legitimacy of the cure, but he knew to never, ever question a grandmother’s remedy. that, and he’d much rather refrain from starting a back-and-forth about something so small.

and number two: your neverending pleas of different variations of ‘just five more minutes!’ 

“five more minutes, ‘haitham. please.” you’d whine grumpily when he woke you up to start your day. “let me sleep in for five more minutes.” 

“five more minutes, habibi,” you’d ask when he put down the story you’d requested he read out to you before bedtime. “read me the part where she finds the music box?”

“five more minutes, baby,” is what you’d tell him when he asks how much longer you’d take getting ready. “you can’t rush perfection!”

those five more minutes were never five minutes long. 

but he’d always, always indulged you and those pleading eyes of yours. as stoic as he appeared to be, you lived in his heart. of course he could never deny you anything under the sun.

—

alhaitham remembers that silly little song you sang over and over, the one you’d learnt from a kid in the bazaar. he’d taken you to see one of nilou’s performances, and, friendly soul that you were, you’d struck up a conversation with some of the eager audience members before the play. 

“oh, how i wish i was a bird flying free,

i’d see the world, every mountain and every sea!

oh, how i wish i was a cloud in the sky,

wouldn’t you like to wave to me as i pass by?”

you’d hum that rhyme on every idle afternoon.

loss is inevitable. he knows that, with how logical and rational and straightforward he is. he’d lost his parents, but he was far too young to remember. he’d lost his grandmother, but she passed in her sleep of old age, serene and wise.

but you? he didn’t think you’d leave him this soon. a singular wish sits in his soul, making its home in his bones. 

a wish that you’d come back, somehow. 

he wishes you gave him five more minutes, just as he always did.  but he knows that you could’ve given him five more hours, five more days, five more years and five more decades and it would still not be enough time spent with you. 

a blue feathered bird comes to perch on his shoulder, interrupting his musings just as he raises his face to the sky. he sees the heart shaped cloud that floats idly above sumeru city.

 he thinks of the rhyme again, and something in him tells him to wave. and so he does. a scent so familiar lingers, faintly brushing his nose in the wind that picks up.

“alhaitham, it's time to go.”  kaveh calls his name softly.

 alhaitham doesn't move. “five more minutes,”  he says, echoing your favorite phrase. “i smell camphor in the breeze.” 

✦ extra notes: my alhaitham characterization for this fic stems from how i believe that when alhaitham is attached, he's attached. so i focused more on that, and less of all that rationality and whatnot. this one loves deeply, yk?

that camphor thing is a real grandma remedy in our household (my mom would tie some in a hanky and put some under my pillow and still to this day reminds me to do it when i'm sick) which is what originally sparked the idea for this

when i'd initially started this wip, i didn't expect it go this way. usually i write with my brain, but i think i wrote this one with my fingers working faster than i can think hsjhsj so sorry if it's kinda out of place lmao but yk what? i'm happy with it still even though i feel like it doesn't have my usual quality.

thanks for reading.

[deserthusbands]

obi-wan: vos! we're just—

cody: working..

obi-wan: hem, yes.. we were just working.. together.. independently..

quinlan, smirking as he leans against the door frame: so.. we work without our clothes on now?

[who-is-page]

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[nikist-4-n]

⊹₊ ˚‧ ˚ ₊⊹ Happy 700 followers ⊹₊ ˚‧ ˚ ₊⊹

I screamed so loud guys I can't believe I hit 700 followers so soon ( it's been 10 days since I hit 600 followers) . I'm so happy rn guys I love all of u so much. Thank u guys for liking, commenting and reblogging my posts ♡ u guys really mean the world to me

Special thanks to my pookies :

@ilovebl75 @qqmariztwsse @hyelita @hyelita @n-americano @iwonzyou @sxgarhan @chweso @x-aravv @idesani @blue-tiny @yuqi-luv @lesberryyyy @c-heriis @y-vna @y-unrei @y-urios @yujiniluv @byuvly @awwriri @seu-nghan @cupid-l0v3r @hotricky @flwerwon @et2rnity @studiogyu @rsier @nepentheism @lil-liaa @lilivampire @nishirikiz @kissunoo @sunoovamp @sunoovamp @madmaknaez @purinkiss @atsubie @heavenurl @04-03 @yoojinn0606 @hourlyhoon @shuasfilm @liilithmin @chaewonsdxll @redvelvut @chocothread @sugarish @draculasdaughterrr @taroism @cg1rl

Sorry i couldn't tag all my pookies 🙁 ( again)

Anyways I love u guys sooooo much and I can't wait to see u at 800 <3

[mechanicalinfection]

we would all be cool with whimpering springtrap. lowkey want. want. really want. please. pretty please. ple

Fuck you all actually

[javieramongotherthings]

@slicedmayonnaise when the slow burn is so slow u have to take matters into ur own hands🔥

Washed up helped me out of art block like 3 separate times im so happe!1!1!1

[liliesdiary]

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂

✧ recommended works of my favorites ✧

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Smut

╰┈➤ ❝ ✧ @grimesthinker ✧ ❞

✧ Rick x Fem Reader ✧

╰┈➤ ❝ ✧ @dollyfl1rt ✧ ❞

✧ Rick x Reader ✧

╰┈➤ ❝ ✧ @sinsandsweetness ✧ ❞

✧ Sneaking Out With Rick ✧

╰┈➤ ✧ @gutsby ✧

✧ I'm A Good Girl, Officer! ✧

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✧ Moments Behind His Eyes ✧

✧ In The Meadow ✧

╰┈➤ ❝ ✧ @versatilehater ✧ ❞

✧ Birthday Sex ✧

Daryl Dixon

╰┈➤ ✧˚ · . Judas Series by @intoxicated-chan ✧˚ · .

╰┈➤ ✧˚ · . Dream Of Me by @star-wrote ✧˚ ·

╰┈➤ ✧˚ · . Smoking With Daryl by @daryldixonsboy ✧˚ ·

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series by sinsandsweetness

╰┈➤ ✧˚ · . Sex & Zombies series by @sinsandsweetness ✧˚ · .

★ my favorite ↓

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✧˚ · . More Series ✧˚ ·

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I'll update this soon <3

for anonymous

dividers are made by @anitalenia

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[d0llybear]

I knew you missed me

Nanami Kento x bimbo!reader

Pet name’s used: pretty girl, baby, babygirl, princess.

Authors note: I was lonely and high making this so let’s not judge pookums and reader is plus sized

All characters in this are 18+

Word count: 509

Tw‼️:p in v, unprotected (please wrap your hotdog up yall 😭), size difference, mentions of alcohol, deep throating, hints of cervix bruising, old man Kento- reader is in her twenties and Ken is in his mid forties. Tell me if I missed anything!

“That’s it pretty girl, you’re doing so good”. Well to explain how your ex was 9 and a half inches down your throat, it was Gojo’s birthday and of course he had his birthday party at a fucking bar. Long story short you got a little drunk and decided to forgive Kento because you couldn’t get this fine ass man out of your head no matter if your thoughts were bad or good so you took him back to your house and things got a little carried away

You were looking up at him as you struggled to take his thick meaty shaft down your throat, your eyes all blurred and cloudy. Although he had done some pretty bad things when you were together but your dumbness made you think that he was the best man in the world until one of your friends finally started to see the red flags then kento when bye bye.

“Sucking me so good princess” kento moaned, you knew he was close since his thrust were getting messier before you knew it he was shooting his load down your throat. “Let’s see these pretty tits, babygirl” you couldn’t even respond before he pulled out, threw you on the bed, and had your pink little dress on the floor all in the span of three minutes “i missed this body, baby” he chuckled, a low rumble going through his chest.

His big fingers had took your pretty pierced nipples in his hand, pinching and squeezing at them as you started to moan and whimpering “Ken!” You whined as you felt your clothed cunt throb “I don’t you can wait anymore, can you baby?” He smiled as he started to pump two fingers into your little cunt “Ken, f-faster please?” He laughed as he started to slow down “oh what was that, pretty girl? I don’t think I can hear you.” Suddenly you felt his finger completely removed before you could even say anything, you whined as you felt a bit empty “oh, calm down” he said as he rolled his eyes

He stroked himself a few times before lining up with your entrance, quick pushing in. You gasped as your gummy walls instantly tightened around his length, he let out a breathe moan before starting to thrust a bit harder and faster, his cock soon starting to brush against your cervix, soon enough you couldn’t even form coherent sentences sometimes Ken or Kento falling from your lips but the rest of the shit you were saying was gibberish. “Kento!” You shined as you felt your orgasm coming, you clamped down around him before you felt your orgasm rush through you, his quickly following.

He got off of you before you turned to him “I missed you Ken”. He chuckled “I knew you missed me, pretty girl” he responded before taking you in his arms.

Xoxo dolly💋

[alecz-obssesionz]

˚₊ A treat to myself for being able to draw again ₊˚🪻🌹

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