#kissing all my mooties on the forehead

[kissofhoon]

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

[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.

[frankenfartstein]

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

[sungwanns]

i love shouting into my little void

[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."

[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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@chuuya-brainrot @staraxiaa @catsoupki @akaakeis @anqelfries @wishi-selfships @fiannee @bailey-reeds @kuroppiii @wyrcan @hiraethwa @stars-tonight

anyways love u guys bye bye see u soon…

[sepptember]

𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎, 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 ♡ — 200 celly.

↳ ꒰ written with longing, sealed with love. ꒱

THANK YOU ALL FOR 200 :(( I genuinely don't know what to say. I love all of my followers and all of the new friends I've made along the way! I'm giving every one of you a kiss on the forehead. <3 divider created by @cafekitsune !!

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[pearl-blue-musings]

Aaaaaaa I love wine night 😭💖 (i fear i may have missed a couple in the past) but i’m here now! and with angsty alhaitham thots 🫣😈 how do you think a really bad argument would go with alhaitham and reader? like i’m just imagining so many scenario’s rn and i just wanna dissect this man. i’m just interested in a hc you have of angry alhaitham/how he would handle a fight with his s/o. ya know?

anyway i hope you’re having a wonderful night, mootie. i’ve missed you lots 💖

Z!!!!!! I have missed you so so so much!!! 💜💜💜 I’m always down for an angsty alhaitham you know how much I love him 🙈

Kaveh hates having to be in the middle of arguments, so he’s finally not going to be. At first he wasn’t sure why you would date someone like Alhaitham but he’s not one to judge. Until tonight that is. He’s so tempted to leave his room but honestly his roommate had it coming.

“That scholar was absolutely flirting with you,” you almost scream. “How could you not tell?!”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes as he sits on the couch. “And like I’ve told you, there is nothing going on between us. Your insecurities are astounding.”

How dare he? Kaveh slaps his forehead at his roommates stupidity. “My insecurities?! You have got to be kidding me! Do you hear yourself? Says the person who got mad that Cyno asked for my expertise.”

“The general has had feelings for you for a long time,” Alhaitham responds, “everyone knows that. Why do you indulge him? Is it because he says those awful jokes? You have had such a terrible weakness for those.”

Kaveh can sense that you’ve rolled your eyes and start to pace. “And so what?! Everyone with eyes can see how attractive you are. You’ve had plenty of people confess to you but you were too stupid to realize it. You don’t hear what they say about me! That you should dump me, that I’m no good for the grand sage or grand scribe or whatever!”

“And why do you listen to them?” God, Kaveh wants to strangle his roommate. If he didn’t have a commission to finish up he’d be at your defense right now. “If they flirt with me then there’s nothing I can do. I can’t control them.”

“But you can at least reject their advances! Why can’t you see that? She kissed! Your! Cheek!”

“It was merely friendly.”

“A friendly kiss on the cheek?! Alhaitham do you hear yourself?! No one who is a friend should be kissing you like that!”

Kaveh is certain Alhaitham is about to say something incredibly stupid and hurtful. And unfortunately, he’s correct.

“Then should I not be giving you the same affection? You are my partner after all. I give or receive affection as it’s due.”

Kaveh actually slapped his face that time. With his ear pressed to the door, he can already hear you crying and haphazardly grabbing your things. “Your partner? Am I,” your voice breaks, “nothing more than a means to an end for you? Is this just another partnership to you? To achieve your goals?” By this point you’re openly sobbing and Kaveh wants nothing more than to hug you and slap his friend.

Alhaitham pauses to think. “I don’t think-“

“Fucking forget it,” you breathe out with exhaustion. “I’m out of here.”

“Sure, just walk away angry instead of talking about it like you always do.”

You push him then and make your way out of the house. The door slams quickly and that’s when Kaveh makes his move. “You’re a fucking idiot,” Kaveh sighs. “You basically said they’re not special to you and that you do this with everyone.”

Kaveh had never seen his roommate run so fast in his life, presumably to catch up to you and profusely apologize.

Elle’s Wine Night!!

[youthgonewildd]

v v inspired by my amazing mootie @mustainegf s goth gf hcs go show her some love 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐.

My favorite holiday. The one time of the year I wasn't judged, that I fit in with all these blonde bimbos giving their best attempt at dressing like vampires. This stupid party was full of them, left and right, and I couldn't possibly escape them even if I tried.

I was startled by a voice behind me, the man it came from clearly tipsy. "Quite the costume y'got there.."

I turned around to face him, now seeing this clearly drunken man face to face. Really, I couldn't tell if his little remark was rude or if it was him checking me out, but it didn't matter.

"It's not a costume." I shot back at him, a little more attitude in my voice than I intented there to be.

"Oh, so you're one of those spooky goth chicks, huh?" He gave me another glance up and down, his eyes practically burning holes through my body.

To me, this was like any other encounter. Insults and glares, it was all the same, although.. Really, I didn't think he could be talking, since he didn't have a costume on either.

I let out a soft sigh, hesitating to answer, to give him that snarky response he wanted. Of course, I didn't want it to be backhanded or insulting, but it was. "Guess I am. Don't you have some fake goth girl to go coo at anyway?"

His drunkenness seemed to simmer down with each word he spoke, a hint of flirtiness and desperation hidden behind his words. "Not tonight, no. You're the real goth girl I'm lookin' for."

"Oh, am I?" I simply scoffed at his words, unable to believe them. In my mind, they were untruthful, just.. odd. Unfamiliar to my ears.

Without an invitation, he took my hand and led me away to the middle of the room, swaying to some unfamiliar -yet romantic- love song. He took his time to know every little detail about me, starting with the simple things such as my name and whatnot.. It was a change of pace from all his flirty-talk.

After mere minutes, he had begun to kiss me, a sense of urgency behind it all. He didn't care who saw, if he had makeup plastered across his face, all that mattered was me, surprisingly.

I pulled away with a soft gasp, a look of shock etched on my face. I was speechless, but his name managed to roll out of my mouth breathlessly. "Dave, I.."

Before I could speak again, he interrupted me with a soft nip at my neck. "Shh.. Cmon."

I was taken aback, stumbling behind him while he dragged me into the bathroom. He pinned me up against the wall, his lips lowering to my neck, whispering teases in my ear that seemed to drive me insane.

He grabbed ahold of my hips and propped me up on the counter, slipping my skirt up over my thighs. I couldn't stop him, but regardless, I was enjoying this cat and mouse chase.

"God, you are beautiful.." His mouth dropped to my ear, softly peppering down my neck, stopping at the necklaces laying upon my cleavage.

My eyes fell down to his heaving chest, slowly making their way down to the evident arousal in his jeans. Presumably, he'd keep teasing, but he was just as needy as I was.

He steadily unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, his boxers following, his arousal springing free right in front of my eyes. "God.." I whispered to myself, a vocal thought.. His size surprised me, but.. I didn't have time to just coo over his cock.

He gently trailed his calloused fingers over the lace of my panties, pulling them down my legs, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He met my lips in another soft kiss, sincere and loving with his movements. He pulled away, his forehead resting against mine, looking down to slowly guide his length through my folds. My eyes followed his, earning small gasps from my throat while he continued his thrusts.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his shirt, deep enough press through and leave a mark on his skin.. The pleasure was unbearable, each moan stifled by my teeth sinking into my lip.

"They can't hear us, sweetheart. Be as loud as you wanna." He managed to whisper to me through pants, his hands keeping me upright on the counter. Although I still wanted to silence my moans, they couldn't be contained for another minute.

I struggled to pull him closer to me, my hands tangling in his hair, my legs beginning to tense. I was insubstantial, entirely limp as I came. "Oh, god.. Dave, Dave!"

"Fuck, fuck.." The clenching of my walls had sent his following behind me, his head falling to my shoulder as his thrusts came to a stop. He pecked his lips against mine in a gentle manner, brushing my stray hairs out of my face. "You're coming home with me tonight, doll.."

[interstellarz]

100 Follower Event!!

So.... I hit 100 followers??? um, first of all thank you so much?? this means the world! i started this acount not that long ago (literally a month ago), and i only really started getting the hang of it recently. thank you especially to my lovely mooties, you know who you are

the event!

go to my event blog @celestixlz and ask a cute emoji and i'll give an aespa member, bc i'm going to see them on the 18th, woo!! after that, make a moodboard with that member, that's it! When you make the moodboard, just tag me in the moodboard or comments, no special hashtag bc i'm lazy this time (sowwy 🥲🥲)

With this we will only have 2 winners!

Winner 1 -

50 reblogs (post of your choice)

Custom moodboard

2 flashing gifs (idols of your choice)

A shoutout!

Winner 2 -

25 reblogs (post of your choice)

9 Icons (idol of your choice)

1 flashing gif (idol of your choice)

A shoutout!

oh and ofc a follow for both if i'm not already following!

all other participants get an imaginary kiss on the forehead and my utter adoration!

Winners will be decided on August 25th, so take your time!!

To join, simply reblog this post and tag a friend!

[mrskreideprinz]

Hi mootie!!! I am a bit late to the party because life has been chaotic, but if you're still taking asks for the WIP game,, I'd love to hear more about You Make Me Wanna Die or In Another Life!! :D (+ hydration check!)

Hehe it’s more than okay to send this ask! Especially because you’re asking about the fic I am currently putting the most energy into 😭🩷 And thank you for the hydration reminder! :3

So, for You Make Me Wanna Die that is the Rhinedottir x Oc!August fic that is so long i think i’m gonna make it into a small series. I’m currently working on the first chapter and it’s going very slow here lately but it is going. The premise of this is how Rhinedottir and August meet and how their relationship develops and how that all goes down.

Here’s a snippet below!

August gasped and shot upright. Her vision was too blurry to see anything clearly, but she could vaguely make out a figure beside her. They were saying something, but she couldn’t make out a single word, everything was muffled. She quickly put a soothing hand to her forehead as her temples began to throb. There was so much noise, too much, and yet she could barely make any sense of it.

She squeezed her eyes shut, an attempt to rid herself of the continuous pain. Gradually her hearing had begun to return to her, little by little she could make out the person’s voice. Eventually her sight became clear enough that she could see who had remained by her side. It was a woman. A woman clearly older than her but not by much, and just as August was about to thank the woman for saving her life she caught a glimpse of her expression, and the words died on her tongue. She looked bothered and August felt it best to keep quiet for the moment. August waited to see if she’d say anything but the woman practically ignored her and instead chose to study August’s vitals.

I haven’t written more than 900 words on this so far, and I know it’s going slower but it’s more because I’m trying to make sure the quality of it is up to my standards + planning some scenes I’m unsure of.

Now, for In Another Life it is a selfship coded fic that’s.. well it’s about albedo and juniper’s first time, but it’s in x reader because there really isn’t anything about it that is specific to juniper tbh. So, it’s just about their first time and I am unsure whether to finish it or not because I’m worried it’s the same as what i’ve written before, but also i think that about all my smut lmao. And a sneaky peeky of the last bits i wrote.

Warnings: minors do not interact, soft sex, first times, very vanilla and lovey dovey.

“Please, ‘Bedo.. I need you..” You whispered into his ear, eager to become intertwined with him once more.

He deepened the kiss before pulling away. “O-Okay.”

Albedo wasted no time positioning you onto the bed. He laid you down on the bed gently, taking a moment to stroke your cheek and admire the look in your eyes. Carefully he lifted your legs up so that they could rest comfortably on his shoulders. Then he lined himself up with your entrance and as he did Albedo could feel his heart beat so fast it practically jumped right out of his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and readied yourself for him. The moment you had been waiting so long for couldn’t have been more perfect.

“Albedo.” You gasped as he pushed inside of you. “Feels s’good, baby.”

He let out a heavy breath as he rocked his hips steadily against your body, biting his lip with every surge of pleasure that ran up his spine. His golden threads fell in front of his face and circled around yours like a bright halo. He watched as your relaxed expression gradually became something of pure euphoria. No matter how much you tried turning your gaze from Albedo you could never escape those turquoise eyes that followed your every move.

[heartz4shauna]

KEEP LIKING ALL MY POST AND ILL KISS UR BIG ASS FOREHEAD OMGG

ILYY MOOTIE <33

i too yearn for the crab rangoons twin i get it 😭 i love your posts btw :333

[satorisoup]

lene hi!! if you don't mind could you tell me some info about some of ur haikyuu selfships? i'm constructing secret things for my self-ship mooties 😸

UWAHHH BELL MY FRIEND !! (>∀<*) teehee omigosh of COURSE i can !! i could ramble on about them all day i fear… HELP !! oowah secret things you say ?? :0 I’M SO EXCITED TO SEE !! forgive me for i fear i have gone overboard again… when selfship questions call i ANSWER !! >//<

koene : lene x bokuto 🍓

our favorite dates ?

ice cream dates, picnics, and diner dates with yummy milkshakes !!

our relationship type ?

outgoing guy x shy but warms up to you girl !! kou is extremely lovey dovey and he’s always making me feel like i’m on top of the world <3 he always makes my silly side come out !!

petnames ?

bokuto — kou, bo, baby, cutie, koto

lene — lenene, baby, wene, pretty girl

tying bows around his biceps, piggy back rides, cuddling, sharing food, cheek kisses, karaoke, strawberry lovers, loud laughter, wearing his big clothes, bubble baths, blushy cheeks, jumping in puddles, sharing a scarf, snowball fights, big hugs, and lot’s of “ i love you”s <3

keilene : lene x akaashi 🍨

our favorite dates ?

cafe dates, visiting bookstores, and flower picking !!

our relationship type ?

quiet pretty guy x quiet girl who’s absolutely infatuated with him since the moment they locked eyes !! keiji and i are the most romantic and loving couple <3 he’s extremely caring and surprisingly sarcastically silly !!

petnames ?

akaashi — kei, kashi, cutiekeiji, my love

lene — my love, love, sweetheart

reading outloud to eachother, fiddling with his hands, slow dancing around the kitchen, doing facemasks together, gentle kisses, library study seasions, memorizing eachothers cafe orders, flower bouquets, precious notes in the margins, soft skin, and messy morning hair :3

luroo : lene x kuroo 🍰

our favorite dates ?

stargazing, pumpkin picking, and sushi dates !!

our relationship type ?

flirty but nerdy guy x shy girl who finds his jokes funny. tetsu is such a sarcastic guy and i found him to be so silly <3 he deeply cares about me and is always bantering with me with his little jokes. he’s actually very endearing and i couldn’t help but fall in love !!

petnames ?

kuroo — tetsu, roo, baby, handsome

lene — leeners, baby, doll, sweetheart, cutie

soft giggles, sitting on his lap, forehead kisses, playing with his hair, sharing sushi, tickle attacks, cat cafe’s, biting his bicep, innocent showers, pinching cheeks, sweaters and scarfs, back rubs to sleep, tying my shoe laces, and getting flustered by his compliments >//<

lentori : lene x tendou🍦

our favorite dates ?

movies, reading dates, and baking !!

our relationship type ?

funny outgoing guy x silly shy girl who falls for him !! tendou always knew how to cheer me up and was super surprised when i expressed that i was in love with him !! he’s so silly and so fun to be around, he would do anything to keep me happy as i would for him <3

petnames ?

tendou — tori, love

lene — lenerwener, pretty, my love, cutiepie

nose kisses, late night laughter, curling into his chest, collecting manga for eachother, baking cookies at 1am, sharing the blanket, movie marathons, under the mistletoe, comforting words, matching slippers, sweet treats, and reaching for him on my tippy toes >_<

WAHHH thank you SOSO much for asking bell !! i’m always willing to talk about my silly lil selfships with these adorable cuties :3 i hope you’re doing well and im sending you the bestest wishes EVAAA !! MWUUUAH !! >//<

[weird-dere-fics]

Government dere assigned 🍷 ask

Nemo, my precious mootie, henlo I love u :D 🩶🩶🩶.

I hope your mind and body are kind to you on this day <3. Kissing your forehead so many times uwu.

I am assigning you sculpting, my darling.

Idk if you saw this one coming, but it fits your vibe in a lot of ways I think >:3. There is a certain connection between a piece and it's sculptor. It's intimate. A sort of codependence that arises out of the artist's need to visualize their deepest thoughts and the art's goal to teach them new thoughts along the way. It's a mutual rite of passage to discovering more of one's self as each participant evolves, reforming themselves through each session of work.

I feel this encapsulates the art you already create perfectly. The characters and style you've created are all refractions of who you are, who you see yourself to be, and who you wish to be. Through your art you explore the things that many dare not question about themselves. And for that I commend you. It says much about your strength, and your courage.

Moving from 2D to 3D art, is a whole new adventure you might enjoy, with depths of conscious you may have never thought possible. I hope this study allures u <3. Arthur Morgan sure knows it allures him. He's a rough around the edges guy; not much one for art. But something about that first sculpture he saw created by you when a friend dragged him to an art museum had him wanting to see more. Your deepest thoughts in physical form pulled him in closer. He wanted to be able to look at these things and not understand what they mean in general, like every other posh stick up their ass art critic, but he wanted to understand what it was they meant to you. And the day he finally meets you, all the questions he ever had die in his throat. Because the answers, they were all there in your eyes as you looked at him. In that moment, he decided he wanted to stay with you forever. There was so much more he wanted to see 🤎🤎🤎.

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Send me an emoji and I’ll tell u what study vibes you give me :3

[tw1light-prince]

got alot of my requests done 4 my edit blog im proud :3 however now i will go to sleep cuz im eepy goodnight mooties !! giving you all a hug and a forehead kiss /p