#kisses u on the head

[mothofmany]

i hope every alter thats deemed a persecutor, for whatever reason, a good day today.

[tonibeltran]

x. status -> closed for @hairpintvrns (deacon) x. location -> somewhere in oak gardens

The room Antonio’s chosen to dedicate to his smoking is depressing. He’d thought the size of it wouldn’t matter, so long as there were sufficient windows, but as he sits on one of the armchairs he’d procured from some overly-animated guy on Craigslist (“Whoa! Aren’t you the guy from Amethyst? What are you doing buying off some sketchy site? Can I get a picture? Legend!”) and blowing out of one of said windows, he’s starting to think it might be less helpful than he thought. It’s the smallest room in this godforsaken house, but when it’s only populated by an inordinate number of bongs and unrolled joints, the size of it feels a little suffocating.

He has to do it in a room that Moon doesn’t have access to, though, because he’s many things, but he’s not someone who would endanger his cat. No matter how often she meows indignantly at him through the door. “It’s for your own good,” Toni calls out to her every time, and every time she meows back at him like a jilted teenager. He sighs, figuring he’s been locked in here getting high for long enough — he may as well come out of there and give her the attention she so desperately craves. Just as he kneels on the armchair cushion to properly close the window, his nose wrinkles in distaste at an unpleasant smell that wafts in from the outside. “What the fuck,” he mutters, closing the window in a huff. He leaves the weed room, sparing a pet for Moon before making his way out to his front lawn. 

He stands there, befuddled, taking a deep breath. The stench is not as prominent here, he notes. This may be a product of how high he is, to be honest, but the thought doesn’t stop him from following his nose like a hound, away from his front lawn and down the neighborhood’s sidewalk. He’s not sure just how far he gets into this sniffing debacle when he realizes he’s stopped smelling anything, and is instead stranded in some random house’s front lawn, probably looking insane. 

Before he can flee, his peripheral vision catches sight of a familiar figure — tall, handsome, and the architect of many nights of pleasure. Deacon Edwards, of all people, stands near this particular front lawn, looking just as handsome as the day Toni had first laid eyes on him. It’d been intoxicating, to witness such a prominent figure simply be, something Antonio had a lot of trouble with even back in those days. He thinks if he really puts his mind to it, he can probably remember what Deacon tastes like, though that seems like an inappropriate thought to be having in the middle of the day on a stranger’s front lawn.

Treading carefully, he approaches the other, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “Deacon?” he calls, making sure the sight of him is not also the byproduct of the weed. “Deacon Edwards,” he grins. “Either you don’t age or I’ve accidentally stepped through a time machine.”

[hinamie]

back on my free! brainrot

[sashayed]

ive started using a heating pad at my desk (bc of that time i gave myself Flop's Chilblains) which means there's a new warmest seat in the house for the tiniest girl in the world

[shepscapades]

7. Lincolnshire Posy: II. — Composed by Percy Grainger, Performed by the Dallas Wind Symphony

It’s been on my mind lately that I had a lot of these Spotify song requests that I finished and never got around to posting, so I’m gonna try to chip away at posting these over the next few weeks! BUT Hi Ghost :] It’s so funny this was the song you ended up getting the number for; I had actually listened to it on loop during the deepest trenches of ranchers brainrot however many months ago, so I’m really happy I ended up being able to draw something for them!! <3 This is also the part where I expose myself for being an unashamed band kid =w= Grainger’s one of my favorite composers, so I listen to his works a lot and couldn’t help associating the really soft hopeful horns with this kind of healing period for the ranchers ;w;

I probably won’t ever really go into the details of the m-1 server’s overall plot, but I think the general vibe for m-1 ranchers is that these little moments of soft sunlight and healing bones were some of the most needed for them, so that’s why scenes like this always stand out in my mind <3 Context aside though, I think m-1 ranchers are just super sweet so!! figured I’d Full-Send share this soft doodle of them :]

[yuwuta]

you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel

[wifeiy]

dry humping with akaashi has been plaguing my mind i mean what who said that

tags: gn!reader, established relationship, pet names, playful makeout sesh, dry-humping, reader straddles him, a Little nipple play, no beta we ride and die alone and unchecked

haha. i said it #ghostwriter nia wifeiy his gf

You raise a brow as Keiji's hand on your waist slowly slides to your lower hip. "Can I help you?"

He lifts his gaze from your phone to your face, fingers gently squeezing you. It's feigned innocence—the way he tilts his head and barely raises his brows with a soft smile—barely concealed, tempting. "What do you mean?"

"Keiji."

"Hm?"

"Babe, you're so—" You can't help laughing even as his attention teases a warmth in your chest and up your neck, making you reposition to deal with the one in your core. "You're so obvious."

Meeting your eyes, he asks, "Is that bad?"

The question comes so easily it's almost more annoying than hot.

Almost.

"I mean, if you aren't gonna do anything about it, yes," you test, pulling back as much as you can with his arm around you.

It's a short-lived escape attempt; his hand is quick to bring you back while the other pulls your thigh over his legs so you straddle him. Your phone slips out of your hand onto the rug below the bed. "Oh my god, Keiji!"

Keiji's mouth wobbles as he tries to stifle a laugh. "Sorry. Is this okay, then?"

Whatever retort you think of falls apart as soon as his grip slides from your hips to your ass where his thumbs run slow circles over your sweatpants. You huff to conceal the deep breath you need. It's a game, you think, one with no repercussions (at least, that are unwanted)—seeing who'll crumble first.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you ask, "What? Is this it?"

Before he can reply, you press closer. Keiji's breath hitches as you press into him, and you feel him twitch the same time you see the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows.

"You don't want anything else, baby?" you ask, tone languid as you play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Fuck," your boyfriend softly laughs, biting his bottom lip. He looks up at you and this time it's your turn to tilt your head, raise your brows, smile. Feigned innocence—a failure compared to the satisfaction on your face.

"Can I kiss you now?" he asks, anything but nonchalance in his voice.

You barely nod before his lips find yours, so quick that your noses bump and you almost reflexively pull away.

Keiji's lips are soft as he presses hard into you, grip keeping you in place above him. A citrus floral scent swirls, and you breathe it, him, in.

He hums into the kiss, steady unlike his hands that knead heat up and down your back like he could mold you even closer. One rises to cup your face while the other plays with the band of your pants, fingers traveling to rest just underneath. You let out a quiet moan at the sensation and Keiji brightens, his teeth meeting your lips as he snickers.

Still close enough you can count his lashes, you pull away to complain, "Don't laugh at me."

His eyes open, blown out and heavy-lidded. "Sorry," he says, half-apologetic if you're lucky. Then he looks at your lips again before pressing a chaste kiss. Two.

The third is deeper, and when his tongue prods your lips apart you forget why you pulled away in the first place.

Your mind starts turning to static as Keiji's tongue moves against yours, hot and addictive. It's subconscious, the way you're grinding into him. It's fully aware that Keiji rocks back. The movement steadies—back and forth, up into you—until you finally notice the hard outline of his cock through his pajama pants and start rutting against it. Keiji moans, and your core heats at the sound as he sneaks his fingers lower in your sweatpants to hold your ass.

He's needy, almost embarrassingly so. He remembers when he used to be shy about wanting you, keeping it to the privacy of his bedroom and hand. But now, as you run over his bottom teeth with your tongue and drag your fingers down his chest to circle his nipple, he can barely think to take your shirt off fast enough to placate himself.

Instead of returning to your lips, he targets their corner. His laugh at your whine escapes breathy, hot against your skin as he moves to your jaw. You tilt your head to give him access and he takes it greedily. Wet kisses travel down to your neck and you grin, giddy and needy for Keiji's disheveled state and how he's bucking into you.

"Do you wanna take your pants off?" you ask, keeping your hips square and inviting the pressure of his hard-on against you.

"No," he murmurs, kisses moving lower.

"You sure?"

"Mm."

"You almost came in them last time," you tease.

"It's fine. Doesn't matter." he reassures before latching onto your chest and running his tongue around your nipple. His hand slides up your torso to play with the other, thumb gentle and teasing.

You sigh in contentment and let yourself relax in his grip. Keiji looks up, sucking the pebbled nub. He presses one last kiss before parting, and his voice is raspy as he asks, "Wanna take off yours?"

Something coils in your stomach at the sight of his face flushed against you. Collecting whatever composure you have left, you tease, "Oh, you wanna take my pants off?"

His smile is lopsided, loving and heady. "Always."

The coil in your stomach tightens. "Gross."

You move to pull them off anyway.

"Think I can make you cum with your underwear on?" he asks while maneuvering to help.

"Oh my god." You almost fall, sweatpants getting stuck on the back of your knees.

Keiji laughs as he keeps you upright, pulling the fabric down and off before laying the both of you back onto the bed, him between your legs. He plants his hands next to your head. "Didn't answer my question."

"Because you're gross," you retort, no disgust in how you laugh and push his bangs out of his face.

"Am not."

"Are." You hold and squish his cheeks, earning a scrunched nose and furrowed brows. "Horny and gross—oh, fuck—"

Keiji drops to his forearms the same time his hips grind into you, the movement familiar and practiced whether with layers of fabric between you or none.

You shift to meet his weight more than you already are chest-to-chest, but he keeps still. You groan, "Keiji."

He puffs a breath of laughter before leaning close. "Gross," he teases and bites your earlobe before capturing your lips once more.

His eyes close almost immediately, but for a second or two you let yourself watch him. Keiji's pretty on his worst days, and this any other. You softly moan and let your eyes fall shut while his tongue dances with yours, the sensation intoxicating. Your hands travel his back, wrinkling his shirt with every clench. Distantly, you're aware that you're nearly naked while your boyfriend's still fully clothed, but you can't bring yourself to care for it more than sliding your touch beneath the fabric.

As soon as your fingers meet his spine, Keiji ruts against you harder, groaning into your mouth, impatient. You mirror his movement, rocking to meet his thrusts and moaning at the friction between layers of cotton. Brain foggy, his cock throbs beneath his sweatpants, tip leaking precum against his abdomen. It isn't enough, but at the same time something about the fabric boundary only makes him harder. (But nothing stops him from thinking about how you feel with it gone, how wet you are beneath, and how fucking good it'd be to tease your opening and fuck you later.)

Again and again Keiji grinds into you as your kisses grow more desperate. He presses himself close, trapping you beneath his body, and you return the favour by tugging his hair and letting your nails rake his back. He grunts at the sting and pulls your hips up to meet his. As he thrusts, the head of his cock catches on the opening of your underwear, pulling an embarrassing whine spills from your throat that's swallowed greedily by Keiji's mouth. You mumble against his lips, "Gonna cum."

Your boyfriend hums in acknowledgement before speeding his pace against you. Detaching from your lips, he pants next to your ear, brows furrowed as he focuses on you and your pleasure. While he doesn't doubt he's about to cum himself, sweatpants be damned, he keeps his pace steady against the places you like and need him most.

"Baby," you whine and hold him closer, the wetness in your underwear becoming more and more apparent. Your voice only spurs him on as he deepens his movement and starts whispering praise into your ear. All your senses are overwhelmed by him; there's nothing but Keiji and the tightening in your core. Whatever he's saying blurs together and you can only focus on a few words at a time—so good to me, so good, please, fuck, cum for me.

You squeeze your eyes shut and grip onto anything, everything from his shoulders to groping his ass, unable to escape the pleasure from beneath him (not that you want to anyway). You can't help bucking your hips up, earning a whine from Keiji who sneaks his arms beneath your shoulders to steady himself.

Your release builds quicker than you expect and your breath hitches in your throat. You stop breathing as it washes over you in waves, coil in your stomach finally coming undone. "Ah, fuck, fuck—"

Keiji's pace falls apart as he follows you. He tucks his face into your neck to muffle his moans, but you can feel his member throbbing and the warmth of his release against you as you press into him and hold the back of his head. Both of you twitch and cling to each other, sweat rolling down your temples and back.

The room is quiet besides your heavy breathing, and the bed sheets shifting as Keiji tangles his legs with yours. Your eyes are closed as he lifts his head enough to kiss the corner of your lips. "Gross," he parrots again, a satisfied smile pressed to your cheek as he pants.

Still holding his head, you smack his back and half-groan half-laugh, "I hate you."

Keiji falls back to the crook of your neck and nuzzles, black wisps of hair tickling you. "Because I'm gross?"

You comb his hair behind his ear. "Because you're annoying."

He giggles, and with his softening member pressed against your abdomen, you wish it wasn't as endearing of a noise. Before you can comment, Keiji lands one more chaste kiss to your skin. His voice is quiet, warm, as he replies, "Love you."

soz if this is weirdly paced or awkward or i forgot to move ur hands etc etc. have not written a makeout sesh before. hashtag try new things take risks be brave eeuyhhhhghghhgh

[wiklm]

worlds worst polycule

[suntails]

200 years

[bloominglegumes]

whoever recently sent me the ask about jazzprowl yuri i deleted it by accident im so sorry but i fully agree. world is harsh and cold tiddy soft and warm

[alukaforyou]

ooh i wonder wat hes doing heh :3c wip

[cutie-lumi]

Let's make a deal~ ❤️

[teddybeartoji]

husband toji kissing ur awake because he wants ur first thoughts every morning to be him !!!

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺SOBBBING WAILING CRYINGG THIS IS SO SWEET LUNNIE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKKK he definitely takes his time to admire you just a bit before placing the first kiss:(((( u just look so prettyy wahhhhh and ooooohhhh the first one is the softest one too... right on your lips but it's so light bc he's scared to wake you just yet but he. Needed to do it okay

and then he's kind of nosing against your cheek a little while pressing himself closer to you, his hands are slipping under your shirt because he craves the skin to skin contact so fucking bad. he cracks a sleepy smile when you move around a little under him ur just so fucking cute!!!!!!! your eyebrows furrow and you pout in your sleep when he pulls away to look at you🥺🥺🥺 and then he just goes full in. he can't help it!!!!!!!! he's kissing your cheeks and your nose and your forehead and right under your eyes and the bridge of your nose and your jaw and your chin and that gets you squirming a little more. he gives you a warm hum as he waits for you to come to him. he wants to see you already. he wants to look at you. he wants your full attention.

[oh-no-its-bird]

"Sometimes, I can't help but feel burdened by the weight of your emotions."

"Good."

u will not be seeing me writing them kissing in the main story but know that I have been thinking ab these fucking weirdos. These weirdos and their indescribably heavy baggage and the tension between them

The Hatake clan has always been haunted by the curse of doomed toxic yuri and yaoi since the warring states era fr

Early Konoha oc art pt. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]

[l0verseyes]

only fitting i end my ULTRACELLS set w/ this. i think

[you-and-me-always-forever]

{ I miss these guys so much....holey moley!!! Like..I wish I was back in my old gb era- one day!! They will forever be in my heart with a warm blanket.. }

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// Miss this fandom so much! Told yall i'd give art...just took....a couple years. Looking at my old art is quite diabolical but seeing the progress is epic! Trying adding all fellas: where's peck you ask? I ate him; hungr. //