#kisses my mooties foreheads

[frankenfartstein]

missing the mooties extra tonight

[lichilly]

cw—pwp (porn without plot) we are hopping right into it folks, reader is referred to as cute and pretty, reader has a vagina, Jill is a pussy eating fiend, one small moment of Jill speaking inside your head

wc— 1,199 words

(Forgive me if this is not up to par, I haven’t written smut in a long time so I’m still finding my footing!! I hope you guys enjoy <33)

“Jill…” Her name slipped from your lips in a desperate whisper, your voice trembling with embarrassment. Your fingers clung to her shoulders, seeking support in any way you could. She lifted your thighs higher, pressing them up towards your chest, her thumbs caressing the sensitive skin at the back of your knees. Each touch sent shivers cascading through your body. You were completely bare, all except your underwear.

Her smile brushed against your inner thighs, her lips trailing slow kisses along the tender skin. Each kiss inched closer to your core, your hips rising instinctively, seeking more.

“You’re very eager today, Sunflower,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. Her nose brushed teasingly against the damp fabric of your panties. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

She flattened her tongue against you, licking slowly up the wet patch staining the fabric of your panties. Your fingers trailed down her biceps, nails grazing her hot skin. She moaned at the faint taste of you, the sound vibrating against you. Plump lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking at the fabric with a fervent hunger that made your hips buck in short, desperate jerks.

“Jill—!” you shrieked, eyes rolling back, a fog of pleasure clouding your mind as you panted heavily.

Her lips released your clit, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the now spit-soaked fabric. The sudden loss of contact made you whimper down at her through the haze of need.

“I’m sorry for teasing you, Sunflower… It’s just,” she trailed kisses up your clothed mound, her teeth grazing the hem of your panties, “you make such cute sounds when I do.”

Her fingers bunched the laced hem, gripping your hips as she tugged the material down your legs. A gust of cool air hit your exposed cunt, sending another shiver through your already trembling body. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze from the open window, the room dimly lit by the setting sun.

“Could you hold your legs up for me, Sweetheart?” she asked, her voice sweet, as if she was asking you for a more innocent favor.

You blinked at her, breathing heavily, before the request registered in your foggy mind. Nodding, you tucked your hands under your calves, holding your legs up to your chest once more.

“Thank you…” she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips as she tucked her face back between your thighs, now unhindered by any flimsy cotton.

Your body tensed at the closeness, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. Her eyes were locked onto you, studying every twitch, every shiver. Your hands shook as you held your legs, body aching for more. Her hands cupped over your ass, thumbs tracing the sensitive skin where your thighs met, mere millimeters away from where you needed her most. She pulled at the skin, spreading you open wider, her gaze never leaving you.

“Gosh, Sunflower, you’re making such a mess!” she laughed sweetly, watching your face scrunch up in a bashful pout.

“Let me clean you up,” she reassured, her voice trailing off as her tongue traced up a trail of wetness.

Your mind fogged over, body relaxing as your head fell back against the pillows. Her tongue continued its slow, deliberate journey, licking at your fluttering entrance with heavy flicks. She moaned, savoring your taste, her eyes closing in focused bliss as she drank you in. Panting moans filled the room, punctuated by gasps and the repeated plea of her name. She couldn’t get enough, her hands pawing at your hips to pull you closer. A mix of drool and slick dripped down her chin, your wetness foaming against her lips.

With each flick of her tongue, she brought you closer to the edge, the hot knot inside your tummy tightening. Words became babbles, thoughts melting into incoherent sentences. All you could think of was Jill, how she had woven herself into the most intimate parts of your being.

She smiled against you, her eyes opening to meet yours. “Open your eyes, Sunflower. Let me see your pretty eyes,” she pleaded against you, the words muffled but clear. You obeyed instantly, tearful eyes meeting hers.

You tried to focus, the knot inside you burning, aching to be cut loose. She hummed in satisfaction, her eyes locked with yours as she sped up her licking. She was everywhere, her hands kneading your skin, her nose brushing against your clit as her tongue filled you.

“Jill—I’m gonna—” you pleaded, feeling the fire inside you start to consume you. All your senses were heightened, a dewy fog clouding over your eyes as your ears hummed. It felt as if your bedroom was breathing with you, the curtains brushing against the window pane with each inhale and flowing away with each exhale.

Jill’s lips wrapped around your clit once more, her eyes dripping with primal need. She sucked, the tip of her tongue flicking against the overly sensitive bundle.

Let go.

Her voice whispered within your consciousness, wrapping you in honeyed words.

Cum for me.

Your lips trembled, eyes flickering shut as you let yourself crash into pleasure. Your vision went black, ears ringing as waves of ecstasy raked over your body. You jerked, letting go of your legs and weaving them into her soft hair. You mumbled her name between gasps and pleas, not even recognizing your own voice anymore. She released your clit with a pop, her tongue finding its place against your gushing entrance, beckoning more release with each slow lick. She wrapped a heavy arm across your lower stomach, keeping your twitching hips pinned against the bed. A thumb pressed against your clit, swirling in tight circles.

Her tongue stroked lazily, licking up the last of your release before she slowly parted from you. Her breath puffed against you, strings of sticky cum connecting her lips to you before they broke off. She pressed wet, gentle kisses to your trembling thighs, bringing your mind back to the present.

Your nose scrunched at the stickiness coating your lower half, now far too aware of the mess coating your inner thighs.

“You did so good, Sunflower,” she praised, licking her lips and scooping a thumb across her chin to catch what was left. She reached up, trailing her wet thumb across your bottom lip, gently opening your slack mouth. You closed your lips around the digit, obediently sucking the essence of yourself off. She smiled warmly, her hips tucking against yours as she pulled her thumb from your mouth.

“I’m going to run us a bath, okay? Can you wait here for me?” Her voice was soft, reassuring as she cupped your hot cheek.

You nodded, blinking sleepily at her as she slipped off the bed. She flitted out of the bedroom, her energy high and unwavering, as if she hadn’t made you cum with just her mouth not even mere seconds ago.

The sound of the bath faucet turning on sent a calming shiver through your exhausted body. Your eyes fluttered closed, too worn out to stay awake. As you sank deeper into the throes of sleep, the last thing you felt was a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[beanghostprincess]

alr so i finished the sanji drawing but i forgot about usopp😭 also idk how to reach it to you so have it here. hope you like it, it was very fun to draw

i just woke up and this is the first thing i see i'm going insane thank you very much. this is,,,, so,,, i love her. my wife. i'm going crazy. this drawing changed my braincells. transfem sanji is so real i swear i'm gonna cry my baby girl i'm so glad you drew her this is so--

[kissofhoon]

good night penny nation, i’ll see ygs tmr! love you all <33

[floredaqueen]

Happy Sunday baby 😘😘😘😘😘

I LOVE YOU MORE!!♡ HAPPY SUNDAY!!♡

[peachsayshi]

I’ve been absorbing moments of happiness in my life and honestly I’ve laughed more in the last three months than I have in the last year. I’m so grateful for everyone who has made me smile, like...you guys don’t understand what a crazy difference it is for me. 

[sungwanns]

i love shouting into my little void

[angelbwrry]

Hi pretty 💕

Can I request Ony going feral over reader getting a fresh acrylic set done with his initial on her ring finger? I SWEAR my man goes absolutely CRAZY when I do this and I feel like Ony would as well 😫

He’d probably like feeling her nails scratch at his scalp when he’s going down on her as well 🤭

hi mootie♡︎ i loveeeed writing this,enjoy!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈- ony loves when you get your nails done,so you decide to get his initial.he ends up having you for breakfast.

𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈╰┈➤ ony x reader

𝒸𝓌ׂ╰┈➤ oral sex,praise, fingering, dirty talk,fingering,18+

word count ׂ╰┈➤ 1k

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Ony fucking loved pampering you by getting your nails done. He adored the adorable designs you always chose, how they felt as he pleasured you, and how they felt when you ran your fingers through his hair. He always made sure you had the means to treat yourself to getting your nails done and anything else you desired.

He usually goes with you to your nail appointment, but yesterday he had worked a long shift and was too tired to join. You wanted to surprise him by getting his initial on your nails, so you stuck with your usual pink design but added an 'o' on your ring finger.

You were happily humming while preparing breakfast for your partner, eagerly anticipating his reaction to the surprise. Knowing he had been working late and feeling exhausted, you decided to treat him to a special breakfast on his day off. You cooked up sausage, heart-shaped eggs, bacon, and toast, along with pancakes topped with blueberries - his favorite.

The birds were chirping outside the cracked window, while a cool breeze swept through the kitchen.

The sound of the bedroom door creaking made you look up. You could hear the sound of water running, so you figured ony was washing his face and brushing his teeth before he came down. It wasn't long before the stairs creaked under his weight as he walked down.

He looked so fucking sexy,he was shirtless only wearing checkered pajama pants hanging loosely at his waist, exposing his chiseled v-line. Stretching his tattooed muscular arms above his head, a yawn escaped his lips. His sleepy brown eyes met yours, a smile forming on his face.

"Morning, mamas," he murmured, pulling you close with his tattooed arm and giving you a peck on the cheek. You grinned, setting down the spatula. "Hey there, how was your sleep?" you asked, embracing him tightly.

“Good,mmm’ cooking me breakfast. That's why I married your beautiful ass. It smells delicious, baby," Ony complimented. He thought you looked stunning in your pink robe, with no makeup on and your hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, a few loose strands framing your gentle face.

Your man's compliments still had the power to make your cheeks flush with warmth, even after four years together. It's amazing how he can still make you feel like a teenage girl with a swooning heart.

“Thanks baby, check out my nails.” You pulled your arms back and proudly displayed your nails. Ony’s smile grew even wider when he saw them. You raised an eyebrow in confusion when he clicked the stove top off.

“Ony it’s not done-“

Your words were caught in your throat as he abruptly kissed you, causing you to let out a moan. Your back pressed against the cold granite countertop, sending a shiver down your spine. His large hands gripped your thighs and lifted you up onto the counter, his lips still locked with yours.

He had complete control over you, the urgency in his kisses leaving you eager and excited. A soft, needy moan escaped you as he pulled back, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead before moving downward.

You had nothing on under the silk robe and gasped when he parted your legs. He groaned as he gazed at your smooth shaven pussy. A little bit of wetness had escaped and he couldn't resist licking it up with his finger, letting out a soft moan as he savored the taste.

You moaned in delight as his tongue glided over your sensitive pussy, his lips attaching to your clit. His grip tightened on your quivering legs, knowing your tendency to squirm, so he kept you close while burying his face deeper between your legs.

"Oh my," you breathed out, his tongue moving eagerly over your moist center. You could only whimper in delight as he devoured you on the kitchen counter, low moans escaping his lips as he pleasured you, sending vibrations through your body and leaving you even more aroused.

He whispered, "this my shit," while licking, his tongue moving so quickly that it made your head spin. A combination of his saliva and your juices leaked from you and dripped down the counter.

"F-feels s-so good," you cried out, your nails clutching onto Ony's hair, causing him to moan. He absolutely adored it when you grabbed his hair like that, his arousal evident in the way his member twitched in his pants. You were like a drug to Ony, an addiction he couldn't resist, all he could think about was making you climax.

You arched your back as you felt him slide two fingers inside you, closing your eyes tightly from the sensation. Your body responded eagerly as he moved his fingers within you, and you couldn't help but let out a moan each time he pushed deeper.

“I love you s’much," you whimpered, as he pleasured you swiftly with his fingers, causing your stomach to tighten. A gasp escaped your lips as he returned to your pulsating clit, the sensation of his goatee brushing against your pussy making you crave release instantly.

"Princess, you're so wet for daddy," he whispered in his deep morning voice, making your legs tremble. His fingers were buried deep inside you, causing tears to well up in your eyes as you clawed at his shoulders with your nails, eliciting a moan from him.

His face was coated in your juices but he didn’t care,he was drunk off your pussy.

“You like when I fuck you with my fingers baby?” he questioned breathily.

“Y-yes.” you stuttered out as tears finally slipped down your flushed cheeks.

His tongue went back to work on your clit, driving you wild as you felt your orgasm building. You moaned loudly, feeling the tension in your stomach snap,your whole body shaking with pleasure.

“T-too sensitive!” you tried to push him away but he had his arms locked around you tightly.

"Don't run, baby.Take it like a big girl," he murmured before refocusing on your sensitive spot. All you could do was gasp and whimper as he pleasured you with his tongue. He continued until you were clean.

“Fuck.” you whined,toes curling as he licked at your folds, nose brushing against your clit.

When he finally pulled away his face was coated in your juices, a grin on his face.

“Thanks for breakfast baby.”

CINNN4MON ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.DO NOT STEAL OR MODIFY. MWAH, BYE.

also, if you sent a request I’ll be getting to it this week:)

[divinesolas]

Sneaking around | 2

Summary: You had thought you finally managed to repair things between you and jacaerys but he seems to have begun avoiding you again and you begin to think the worst, as your wedding approaches you decide to confront him once more.

w.c: 1.9k

c.w: porn with (minor) plot, oral (m!receiving), p in v, jacaerys is a big idiot again, two idiots in love, misunderstandings, not proofread

a.n: part one for context ! hope you guys enjoy <3

dedicated to my lovelie mootie @aegonswife <3

in the beginning you had though you were imagining things. maybe you were just so busy with wedding prep and were so busy and were just making it up. but after two weeks you had realized that it was true. jacaerys was once again dodging you at all costs.

it was not as drastic as it used to be but you can still tell. he says hello to you but quickly makes up some excuse to be excused, he will sit next to you during dinner but will engage in conversation with anyone but you. at first you didn't notice since you and your mother had begin to prepare for the wedding, it started to dawn on you when your mother expressed that she was meeting with jacaerys at a different time other than you for wedding prep.

“he does not wish to join us now?” she could hear the frustration in your voice and sighs rubbing her forehead, “he says it would be easier to meet apart as this is when he likes to train, i had told him we could move the time but-” “he does not wish to see me.” you look down at the ground in frustration and you hear your mother sigh as she walks closer to you and places her hands on your face gently lifting you up to look at her, “he is just scared my dear i know it, you should just ask him.” “but how am i to ask if he avoids me?”

“how did you get him to talk to you last time?”

it is once again dead in the night as you wrap yourself in a familiar cloak and quietly leave you room and head back down the familiar path to his room. you are not as scared as you had been last time. you don't march with a sense of desire in your steps, instead you are angry. you knock on his door harshly this time not caring for making too much noise.

the door opens to a shocked jacaerys who looks at you alarmed, “sister did you need something,,,” his words trail off as you push past him into his room and cross your arms staring daggers at him. “you are ignoring me.”

he pauses for a moment, fiddling around with the quill in his hand. despite your anger your eyes linger down to admire him and notice the spots of dark ink stained into the long flowy white shirt he was wearing. your eyes drift towards his desk where he must have been just sitting at littered with papers, some crumpled and some full but your eyes couldn't make out what they say. he clearly notices where you’re looking and swiftly moves to stand in front of the desk blocking the letters from your view. “i have been busy-” “but you do not wish to plan our wedding with me?” “that is when i train dear sister,” “ah yes mother mentioned that, and she also mentioned that she suggested to switch the meetings to a different time and you said no.” he looks down in defeat and you scoff at his lack of response.

“i had thought you were better than most men but it seems once you had me you want nothing to do with me.” you turn around and wrap your arms around yourself as you finally let your tears of frustration run down your face.

some beats of silence pass with the only sounds being your sniffling, for a moment you even fear he’s left the room but you soon feel his hands wrap around you and his head presses into your shoulder. “sorry is not enough, begging for your forgiveness is not enough it is all my fault, but you must understand there is no universe in which i want nothing to do with you my heart you mean more to me than anything.”

you press your head against his and you feel his arms grow tighter around you reveling in his touch. “i just wish to understand you.” he presses a kiss into your neck and sighs, “i have been nothing but a fool, out of my own tasteless fear i have once again drove an unnecessary wedge between you and i.” you manage to twist yourself in his grasp to look at him, “fear?” he hums cupping your face in his hands and presses his forehead against yours, “i feared that should i spend too much time with you, i would lose my self.” you pull away and give him a confused look, “whatever are you talking about?” a bright red flush covers his face as he turns away from you before he speaks, “i desire you far too greatly that i fear i cannot control myself around you.”

Ah.

An embarrassed heat flushes you as you take notice of him poking against you and you push your head into his neck, “Jace,,” “it is because i am so weak minded i cannot even act like a proper gentleman-” “Jace,,,” “i am sorry i should grovel at your feet and punish myself-” “jacaerys!” you pull away from him and shake his shoulders lightly and he looks at you alarmed. you have a smile on your face and let out a light laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation cupping his cheeks and pulling him close and give him a peck. “i am just happy my future husband desires me.”

The look in his eye completely changes when he hears you call him husband and his hands quickly move to the back of your head to bring you into a heated kiss. due to the very sudden action you gasp and he uses that opportunity to push his tongue in your move and pull you even closer to him. your hands grip the back of his head and tug on his hair to pull him away from you, his dark eyes stared at you laced with desire and need.

“Allow me to please you this time husband.” he groans as you drop down to your knees and begin to work through unlacing his pants, “you do not have to-” “i want to.” his pants hit the floor with a light thud and you grip him in your hands and press kisses up and down him. he throws his head back and lets out a strained moan as he grips your head. “my love,,” you lick and suck at his bright pink tip as he continues to wither above you. for a moment you think about the irony of it all, a future king, your future king, completely bewitched by you at your complete mercy, “please do not tease me my love.”

your inexperience shows its head as you try you best to put him all in your throat but are unable to left to simply stroke anything left. he definitely doesn’t mind as his knees almost buckle and the grip on your head grows tighter, he is a very vocal man endless praise falls easily from his lips occasionally getting chocked up by his own moans and groans. “i love you, how are you so good at this?” you let go of him with a pop and give him a smile, “i guess i just imagined this far too often as one would say.” he if realizes your mirroring his own words he does not say as much, well he doesn’t say much of anything completely lost in his own pleasure.

You too also get lost in your own pleasure. you can feel your own wetness soaking your thighs, if your hands were not stuck on him you would have brought them down to begin to play with yourself. He suddenly pulls you off him and drops to his knees, “did i do something wrong?” he quickly shakes his head and kisses you. “i simply have somewhere else i wish to spend my seed.”

he leans you on your back and hovers above you his hands eagerly pulling up your night gown leaving you exposed to him. “i would take my time with you my love but i fear i have lost all sense of control to you.” he rubs his dick against your folds soaking himself in your wetness and you push your head into his neck gripping his arms, “please please husband.”

He quickly pushes himself into you and groans in your ear, “gods you’re so amazing my love.” unlike the first time where he had started out rather slow he seems to be desperate today quickly rutting himself against you. You certainly have no reason to complain and let him have his way with you. it was odd to see the usually very composed prince seem to lose all sense of composure, acting not of a prince but like an animal, if anybody were to walk in on the two of you now it would certainly be a show.

“tell me you are close my love please.” you nod your head and he brings his hand down to play with your clit, “please please come my beautiful wife and i will spend myself in you please.” he quickly manages to bring you to your release, shaking and bringing your hands to his head and kissing him as he comes inside you.

the two of you stay still for awhile the only sounds in the room being your pants and his heaving. he slides out of you and you let out a hiss he follows with a quiet apology and lefts you up bridal style and carries you to the bed lightly placing you down before he moves to take the place next to you.

for awhile no words are exchanged between you, you lay your head on his chest playing with the fabric while you cannot seem to drop the smile from you face. he makes you so happy you can barely believe you had been mad at him in the first place. you look back at his desk and remember all the letters on it. “jacaerys?” he softly hums in acknowledgement, his hand lightly tracing your back. “what are those letters on your desk?” he freezes and brings his other hand up to his mouth to let out an embarrassed cough, you can feel the skin you’re laying on heat up. “they are vows i plan to make to you during our wedding, i am struggling a bit,,” he trails off embarrassed and you sit up to look at him, “vows?”

he scratches his neck as he gives you a strained smile, “i wish to express my love to you with words but i am struggling to put them on paper for i love you too greatly.” your heart swells and you lean down to give him a peck not pulling too far away from him before you speak. “i love it.” “you do not even know what it says.”

“i love anything you make, because i love you.”

[isadollie]

lollipop • toji fushiguro

★ fem! reader, fluff as always!, toji and reader live together, toji is broke ofc (like me) not proofread obviously

★ got this silly little idea like two days ago and today finally decided to write it. it was kind of my way to overcome a little writing block.

★ i am also very in need of jjk mooties, i'm reading the manga rn and i'll definitely write more for jjk :3

you hummed a soft tune as you stood in front of the stove preparing dinner. a small smile appeared on your face when you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist from behind.

"why didn't you tell me you got home? want to give me a heart attack or something?" you mumbled with faux annoyance, even though it was obvious you weren't mad at all.

toji spun you around, making you face him, his arms still wrapped securely around you. he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent with a small sigh. "it's been such a long day."

you started to gently stroke his black hair, knowing it always calms him down. the dinner was long forgotten, you'll remember about it as soon as you'll smell it burning later. for now the only thing that mattered was comforting this big guy, after another job that you didn't want to know a lot about anyway.

"i don't say it a lot..." he started, his voice quiet against your skin. "but i'm glad you're here."

you smiled sweetly, cause you knew those words from him meant a lot, especially since he's not really the most vocal about his feelings. before you got the chance to answer, toji pulled away from you, frantically searching for something in his pocket.

you tried to bite back a laugh when he pulled out the cheapest possible, lollipop ring you could get in a convenience store. 'how kind of you to bring me a little treat' you wanted to say, but you were quickly silenced, seeing him drop down to one knee.

despite your slight concern, you let out a little chuckle. "what are you doing?"

"i can't afford a proper one." he mumbled with a bit of shame, and that's when it hit you. he was proposing. with a little lollipop ring, shaped to resemble a colorful diamond. "...for now, at least." he added, sounding like he wanted to convince you.

as if you needed any convincing.

you bent down to hug him tightly, which he understood as a 'yes'. toji leaned his forehead onto your shoulder, smiling like an idiot but making sure you can't see it and tease him about it.

a small tear escaped your eyes, quickly replaced by a gentle laugh when you felt him slipping the ring on your finger. you hugged him even tighter, and toji took your hand in his, placing soft kisses along your palm.

he let out a soft hum as his lips settled on the ring. "mmm... strawberry flavor. i knew i chose the right one."

[poo-poo-kun]

!!NSFW!!

Miguel x Male!Reader drabble. idk what happened last night.

TW: BDSM with the migster, getting to top a 6'9 man, YOU HAVE MALE ♂️ ANATOMY. Made by a gay man for gay men.

Salchicha is Sausage in english, btw.

shout out to my mootie @miguel-owhora

I imagine Miguel isn't particularly into BDSM or bondage, but he indulges you whenever you ask. You blindfold him, tie his wrists together and above his head, and create an intricate rope design that accentuates his pecs and body.

When you fuck him, he still maintains a position of power, growling for you to "take what's yours" and to "make him your bitch." His large uncut Salchicha smacking between your guy's stomachs. His ass loosening and clenching around your cock, squuezing you like a warm hug that urges you to cum. He leans into the pleasure, knowing you'll cum quickly inside him.

When you do cum, he quickly undoes his wrists. You’re not great at making knots, and his claws can easily free him. (he's a superhero, you think he's never been tied up before?) He holds you close, ensuring you empty your balls deep inside him, your cock letting out a "pop" when you pull out of his hairy hole, letting you watch your cum bubble out of his hole. He does the same for you whenever he gets to top you.

Your energy spent, you collapse against him, and he opens his arms wide, inviting you into an embrace you'd accept every time. As you fall into his arms, he whispers sweet praises into your ear, telling you how proud he is of your performance, how raw your emotions were, how manly you looked as you thrusted into him. He adds a few "good boys" in there, too, each one a soft reward. He kisses your forehead, letting you rest against his chest, a reward for your dominance. Miguel's musky scent surrounds you, acting like a gentle sleeping gas, a reminder that he is here for you. He effortlessly guides you into sleep, holding you close.

[frankenfartstein]

i love you guys !!!! wtf !!!!

[hatsukeii]

hiii mootie congrats on the 900!!!

would love to play the guitar ^^,,, i'm thinking a first aid ear mic and a wound-kiss guitar pic.

A little birdie's told me that Denji's my biggest fan <3 (Don't tell the birdie I'm his biggest fan though bc it's a snitch)

("Did it take u this long to come up with something" Shhh shh shhhh... let's focus on u reaching 900 followers 😋🫶🏽 again CONGRATS !!!! u deserve them all mootie ur writing is so yummy ily and your creations)

oooo sick!! the band you've joined is...

kiss it right! / denji x reader

genre(s): fluff + crack!! reader is nonchalant + tired of his bs, denji not so much (he's so annoying your honour i love him i fear...) injury, kiss it better fic! giggles! blushing! kicking my feet like a teenage girl!!

warning(s): injury so blood and pain ig, heavy on the needles because reader is giving him sutures, also ik denji is a bit of a pussy which is a bit ooc but he's supposed to be super weakened after a fight so it makes a little more sense that he's really sensitive to pain here

wc: ~1.1k

your first gig is in... an ambulance?!

setlist:

🎵 someday, the strokes

🎵 calling after me, wallows

🎵 kiss her you fool, kids that fly

"Quit squirming so much, I'm not done yet!"

Denji hates stitches. You know it by the way he wriggles and tenses up with every contact the needle makes with his skin, and how he just refuses to stay still the second he sees the thread of dread. Frustrated, you smack the front of Denji's knee, a signal for him to stay still, but you hit a nerve and his leg jerks up reflexively instead, his shoe coming dangerously close to your chin. You drop the needle and thread in your hand at his sudden movement, and a groan sounds from your throat.

"Shit. Didn’t mean to do that, sorry Denji."

Denji sulks, bottom lip jutting out in an annoyed pout. Everything rattles and shakes as the ambulance rolls past a speed bump, and he almost wishes he was the one unconscious on the stretch instead of Aki. He watches you yank at the end of a spool of thread, and loop it through the head of a new needle. Your tongue pokes out from your pursed lips, holding the needle impossibly close to your face as your pinched fingers jab and poke at it. Your brows furrow in concentration, leading the thread through and tying it in place. When you reach over to grab another alcohol swab, Denji shrugs inwards again, and you take notice of his shift in posture when you turn back to see his legs crossed.

"Denji..."

"Sorry, you know I hate needles." The sole of his sooty sneaker lies on the bloody gash on his shin, and you wipe a film of sweat off your forehead with the back of your forearm.

"You'll give yourself sepsis like that."

"I dunno what that is." He mumbles, head hanging low to watch blood pool out from the torn flesh of his leg. Sepsis. That sounds bad, but not as bad as watching a needle sink into his skin, and come out on the other side.

"C'mon, you trust me, right? I make it better, every time." Denji knows you're right, so he nods, hugging his legs against his chest instead.

"Put the bad leg back down, and let me fix you up, okay?"

The ambulance makes another jolt when he lowers his leg over the edge of the seat. Cold, stinging cotton wipes at the blood that has dried around the gash, and Denji has to grip the seat until his knuckles go white to stop himself from whining. When he sees the needle reappear in your hands, he keeps reminding himself that this could, very well, all be worth the pain in the end. If he's lucky.

You slather numbing cream on the swollen flesh around his gash, before pulling the thread taut in preparation, and aligning the tip of the needle with the bottom of the wound.

"I'm trying to set a personal record, so stay still."

"What's your current record?"

"Minute and a half." You don't look up from the gash when you respond to him, not even as Denji whistles, impressed. You breathe in, eyes darting to the digital clock on the dashboard of the ambulance, and slide the needle through one side of the gash. Denji's leg tenses in his efforts to stay impossibly still, even as the thread runs back and forth through his skin over, and over, and over again. Your eyes squint, face inching closer to his bare shin as you pull the thread tight, and the split flesh comes together with ease. You look at the digital clock again, fingers twisting and tugging quickly to tie off the suture.

"Close, minute and thirty-three. Maybe next time."

When you chuck the needle out into a medical wastebin and look up, Denji is staring down at you, a grin plastered on his face. You roll your eyes as you rip the latex gloves off your clammy hands, sighing out in exasperation. He wiggles his eyebrows, pointing at the stitches on his shin.

"Don't even try."

"But I swear it works!" Denji beams like a puppy seeing its owner for the first time in years. You stand and turn away, pulling the elastic from your hair and letting it fall freely. It covers your red ears, and that's good enough.

"I'm not giving a fresh suture a kiss, Denji."

"You say that every time! I'm sure you've seen worse, right?"

He's right, you have seen worse, but that is the extent of it. Kissing a fresh wound is, quite literally, the textbook definition of immature. And unhygienic. You turn back to look at Denji, who is still pointing at his shin expectantly, and is still pleading with that stupid look on his face. He looks a little too excited for somebody who's just had his leg stitched back together.

"I guess you were good enough today."

Kneeling down again, you meet the sutures on his leg, dried blood gathering around the surface of the thread. You sigh, reaching behind for another alcohol swab, and wipe over the wound once, twice, then a third time. Denji kicks his feet merrily, but stops when his shoe almost hits you in the nose, and you send a piercing glare towards him. Holding his calf with both hands, you bring his shin towards your face, the warm breaths from your nose fanning over his skin.

When you finally, for the first time, press a kiss into Denji's wound, he giggles like a schoolgirl, and you feel a wave of heat rush from your ears to your cheeks.

"If I see you pick the sutures out again like last time, you're never getting another one, you hear me?" You pull the mask that has been sitting on your chin up to your nose, pinching it tight against your nose bridge. The mask conceals half of your face, and Denji sniffs in annoyance when he loses sight of your lips. What neither of you notice is the elastic of the mask pushing your hair behind your ears, and exposing the hot pink tips of them.

"It'll heal twice as quickly now, thanks to that."

"That's not how it works, but sure. Whatever keeps you happy, Denji."

The ambulance comes to a sudden stop, and everything inside jolts forward. You sling Denji's arm around your shoulder, holding him up as he limps off the vehicle and towards the hospital entrance. The wound barely feels like anything. In fact, he could probably walk like normal.

Someday, maybe Denji won't have to ask you to kiss his wounds better. Someday, Denji might even get a kiss without having to get hurt. But for now, Denji thinks that he'll keep pretending that the stitches hurt, so long as it gets you to kiss him.

author's note:

I am acc so ASS at writing full fluff scenarios bc tell me why this was only 1.1k words... I HOPE YOU LIKED IT THO POOKIE!!! i made sure to make denji extra whiny and extra annoying just for u <3 i love him your honour even though he's a little bitch sometimes he's my baby

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anyways love u guys bye bye see u soon…

[sepptember]

𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎, 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 ♡ — 200 celly.

↳ ꒰ written with longing, sealed with love. ꒱

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event duration — 7/29 — 8/12 ( aprox. 2 weeks )

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event fandoms — steve harrington, tasm!spiderman, mha, the outsiders, atla, & pjo.

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[cherryrainn]

HI MOOTIE !!! can i req either fluff to smut with adam, or, fluff with billy hargrove ?

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆 .

༄ ⠀𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | billy hargrove x reader.

༄ ⠀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | none really, just some stress

༄ ⠀𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | been writing for adam way too much so here's some billy fluff for my beloved mootie

You were sitting at your desk, surrounded by a sea of textbooks, notebooks, and assignments. Your stress levels were through the roof, and you were on the verge of tears from the overwhelming workload.

Just as you were about to bury your face in your hands, a sudden tap on the window made you jump out of your seat. You turned around to see Billy, grinning cheekily outside your window.

"Hey there, baby," he said, his voice muffled through the glass. "Mind if I come in?"

Rolling your eyes but unable to suppress a smile, you opened the window for him. "You know, you could've just knocked on the door like a normal person."

Billy climbed through the window, brushing off his jacket. "Where's the fun in that?" he teased, then noticed your stressed-out expression. “What’s … going on? You look like you're about to have a meltdown..”

You sighed, gesturing to the pile of work in front of you. "Just school stuff.“

Billy walked over to your desk, eyeing the papers and books scattered everywhere. "Shit, you weren't kidding. This is insane."

Before you could protest, he swept his arm across the desk, sending papers flying. "Billy!" you exclaimed, but he just grabbed you around the waist and lifted you off the ground, throwing you onto your bed.

"You need a break," he said firmly, climbing onto the bed beside you.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "I need to get this work done, Billy."

He shook his head, pulling you into his arms. "Nope, you need to calm the fuck down. Trust me, a little break won't hurt. Won’t do nothing.”

You sighed, melting into his embrace. "You're impossible."

Billy chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Only for you, babe."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer until you were practically cuddling. "Better?"

You smiled, feeling your stress melt away for the first time that day. "Much better. Thank you, Billy."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet, reassuring kiss. "Anytime, sweetheart.“

You chuckled, nuzzling into his chest. "You're such a softie sometimes, you know that?"

Billy laughed, tightening his grip around you. "Only for you, Y/N. Only for you."

You lay in Billy's arms, feeling more relaxed than you had in days. But as the minutes ticked by, a nagging thought crept into your mind. Why wasn't Billy stressed about schoolwork like you were? Did he not have any? You weren't in any classes with him, so you didn't know.

"Billy?" you murmured, breaking the comfortable silence between you.

"Yeah?" he replied, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

"Do… you not have any work to do?" you asked hesitantly.

Billy tensed slightly, his fingers pausing their movements. "Uh, not really. I mean, I do, but it's not as much as yours."

You furrowed your brow, sitting up to look at him. "But how? You're in the same grade as me, aren't you?"

He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, but I... I guess I'm just better at managing my time."

You narrowed your eyes, not entirely convinced by his answer. "Billy, that's not fair. You can't just breeze through school while I'm drowning in assignments."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, Y/N, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad."

You softened at the sincerity in his voice, reaching out to cup his cheek. "It's not your fault. I just wish I knew how you do it."

Billy hesitated for a moment before meeting your eyes. "Shit, alright. Promise you won't laugh?"

You nodded, curiosity piqued. "I promise."

"I... uh, I get some help," he admitted sheepishly.

"Help? What kind of help?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shifted uncomfortably. "Well, you know, some kids... they do stuff for me."

Your eyes widened in realization. "Wait, are you saying you get other people to do your schoolwork for you?"

Billy glanced away, a silly expression crossing his face. "Yeah, but it's not like I force them or anything. They just... offer."

Your eyes narrowed, staring at him with a knowing look. "Liar. You force them, don't you?"

Billy's eyes widened, and he looked away guiltily. "Fine," he admitted, avoiding your gaze. "But it's not like I threaten them or anything. They just... know better."

You sighed, shaking your head. "Not surprising. You are Billy Hargrove, after all."

“Fuck yeah, I am," he admitted, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his brazen response. Surprisingly, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. If Billy, notorious bad boy and rebel, could own up to his flaws without shame, then maybe you could too.

[floredaqueen]

Your emotional support mutual here, saying hiiiii and that I hope you're having a wonderful day!

You are so lovely and talented, and that needs to be said over and over and over, so this is me today, reminding you of that.

Love you, Flo!!😚☺️

I really needed to hear that today ;;♡

Thank you for your kind words as always Gri🥺🩷

Love you lots😊💕