#nice bush💋

[littlelioncub43]

Come On, Angel

Summary: You and Eddie have been exhausted, and sometimes a nice long nap is exactly what you need.

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Female!Reader

Warning: Fluff, sooooo much fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers (kinda, nothing happens but it's lowkey understood that they're in love with each other), cuddling, forehead kisses, Eddie and Reader being in love with each other and showing it in sweet ways, one mention of masturbation but it's not even graphic, Eddie has been having nightmares but doesn't know what they're about (S4 doesn't happen in this. He's safe and loved and always will be), slight angst, pet names, just—nice things.

Word count: 2,209

A/N: Oh my goodness, I loved writing this one, ok? This was so much fun. It made me feel all sorts of nice things, and I hope it makes you feel all those nice things too. This is based on a thot I shared with my bestie P!R Anon that I just couldn't help but expand. They put up with a lot of my ramblings and they're amazing for that. And so! I hereby dedicate this slice of heaven to them. Here you go, bestie. Enjoy!

Kisses💋

— K

Part II. Series Masterlist

“If I only could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places…” Eddie mumbles under his breath with the radio, silently cursing Max for playing that damn cassette so many times. The drive through the slowly chilling streets of the trailer park was quiet, a few solitary cars and trucks passing Eddie’s prized van as he made the journey to your trailer. With the sun dipping low behind the trees, the shadows and wind bit harder than normal and told of a fast approaching winter. 

Your trailer was a familiar shape at the end of the road, a beacon of comfort that pushed his foot on the pedal hoping to cut the journey as short as possible. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long before he was slamming the rusty van into park, shutting off Kate Bush, and hopping out of the driver’s seat with that impish grin that never seemed to leave his face around you. The door was locked, which didn’t deter him in the slightest. He pulled the mess of keys from his jacket pocket and found the copy you’d given him a few years ago, just after you moved into your own trailer. The moment you gave it to him, he swore that he wouldn’t let it out of his sight, and, surprisingly, he hasn’t. 

“Helloooo!” He calls as he pushes the door open. He waits for a second for a response but when he gets none he slips his jacket and vest on the couch, heading for your bedroom. 

“Lucy, I’m hooooome!” He sings as he pokes his head into your room, immediately regretting the loudness of his voice. He hears a soft chuckle from the lump of blankets on your bed, your limbs slowly stretching as you peel back the duvet from your sleepy face. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he says, much softer this time.

“Hey,” you croak, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you click on the lamp next to your bed, “whatcha up to, Munson? No good?” 

“Oh, yeah, you know me; scaring housewives, stealing cats, sacrificing goats—the whole nine yards, babe.” He grins and slides his hands into his pockets. You giggle again at his silliness and let yourself take him in in all his glory. Eddie Munson looked far too handsome leaning against your doorframe, his frizzy, wild hair illuminated from the light behind him (God, was he an Angel?), dressed in his usual uniform: a well-loved Hellfire t-shirt, black jeans, that God-awful handcuff belt that you secretly loved, and the same pair of white sneakers that he’s had since his junior year. 

“The poor thing, you must be exhausted,” you yawn, even with sleep still heavy in your system you could see that he was tired. 

“Nah,” he winks with a shake of his head, noting how adorable you look swaddled in your blanket. The thought is quickly tossed aside as quickly as he thought it, he shouldn’t think of you like that, you were his best friend. He pulls his keys from his back pocket. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll leave you to your nest, sweetheart.”

“Noooo, com’ere,” you tiredly beckon to him with a soft smile, “join me in the nest.”

“What?” He pushes off the doorframe to make his way to kneel beside your bed, the grabby hand you make at him has his own hand itching to hold yours. He rests his chin on the edge of your bed, his hands folded neatly. 

“Stay. Nap,” you say, sitting up on your elbow, “I know you need it, I can see your eye bags without my glasses on.” 

“Ok, see, that’s not how to get me into bed with you,” he jokes with a laugh, easily making you laugh with him. He hadn’t been sleeping very well lately, strange nightmares about strange looking bats and massive basilisk-like vines kept him from getting good rest. Then he spent his days toiling away in the garage.

“Com’on, just a small nap,” you pet his arm gently, trying to lure him into agreeing. It was working.

“I don’t have pajamas,” he points out, already caving to your suggestion, you could suggest he take a flying leap and he just might. He straightens up so your eyes are level, subtly searching for more of your warmth. 

“Just ditch the jeans and t-shirt, and sleep in your boxers—which I assume you’re 100% wearing?” You suspiciously raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Yes, mom, I’m wearing underwear,” Eddie sasses at the accusatory tone of your voice. 

“Good! Then you can sleep in those,” you rationalize, your sleepy brain may not make the best choices, but goodness, you were sleepy and you could tell Eddie was too. He clicks his tongue with a heavy sigh, feigning defeat. 

“Alright,” he pulls himself standing and reaches for the hem of his shirt. “Avert your eyes, sweetheart, the show ain’t free.”

“Boooooooo,” you groan and cover your face with a blanket before flopping back on the bed dramatically, earning a chuckle from the metalhead. He was thankful you covered your face so he can blush in private. You’d seen him in his boxers many times before, but this would be the first time he’d be in bed with you, while practically naked. ‘She’s in her pjs, it’ll be fine,’ he tells himself and tugs off his Hellfire shirt. He quickly strips down to his checkered boxers, the chill of the room nips at his skin and leaves him with goosebumps, it mixes with the perpetual exhaustion in his bones. 

Yeah, a warm bed sounds like heaven right now. 

“Done yet?” And there was an angel. As soon as the blanket was over your face, you felt a fresh wave of tiredness crash down on you. 

“Mmhmm,” he hums, trying to remain as calm as possible to fight off the blush that desperately wants to return. You throw open your blankets for him to climb in, reaching for him on instinct. 

Eddie smiles as soon as he sees your pajamas; one of his favorite shirts that mysteriously went missing a week ago and, he hopes to God, a pretty pair of panties. He’s never seen anything more gorgeous than you in his clothes, but you sleeping in his clothes? Oh, he’d pay good money to see that every day for the rest of his life. 

He lets you gently guide him into the spot next to you before he scoops you up to hold you a little closer, an uncontrollable shiver racing up his spine. Boy, he was cold. You nuzzle deeper into his hold on instinct, the feeling of his arms around you always sent your heart a-flutter. The chilled skin of his chest pressed into your cheek as you snuggled in, your hand coming to his arm to rub his skin warm. 

“My God, Munson, are you made of ice?” You joke and curl yourself around him, slinging your leg over his. You swallow lightly when you feel his bare thigh against yours, the light dusting of hair scratched against you ever so softly. If you weren’t so sleepy, you’d be having a mini heart attack right about now. 

“Well, they do say I’m cold hearted,” he teases through a yawn, his eyes getting heavier and heavier with each breath. He hears you hum out a tired laugh but he can barely focus on anything except your leg in his lap and the rhythmic thumpthumpthump of your chest against his. 

There’s a spell of comfortable silence. The room is filled with slowly deepening breaths and two heartbeats. Sleep takes hold of you quickly, your eyes already shut and dreams just about to start. Eddie catches himself dozing and has enough sense to carefully shut the lamp off before relaxing again. 

As soon as the room was dark, sleep came to him and carried him off. 

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There’s laughter. And sunshine. And his favorite Metallica record playing. He remembers you in the passenger seat of his van, passing him a spoon with ice cream on it. He remembers eating the spoonful of chocolate ice cream while never looking away from you. You were smiling at him, and, God, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The light was red, there was no danger. No bats, or vines or whatever the fuck they were. It was just the two of you and a bowl of chocolate ice cream. What more could he want?

Soft movement twitched in his limbs as he slowly came back from the dream realm. His head was resting on something soft, tresses of his brown hair covered his face but he couldn’t be bothered to move them yet. He felt you stir with him, wakefulness rising in you both. The feeling of his head on your chest was what you could only describe as perfect. You laid on your back with Eddie resting on top of you, his arms bracketing your sides, hands holding the fabric of your shirt that had ridden up in the night. Your legs were spread comfortably for him to fit between. 

With a gentle stretch, you run your hands across his naked shoulders idly. The soothing touch igniting awareness in Eddie as he finally blinks his eyes open. The sun was peeking through the light curtains of your room, the morning birds singing their happy songs in the trees outside. He purrs when you bring one hand to his face, brushing the hair out of his eyes for him. Oh, yeah, he liked that. 

“G’mornin’, Princess,” he rasps, not bothering to move from his spot yet. If he were honest, he wouldn’t move for all eternity if it were up to him. 

“Morning, Ed,” you mumble back with a yawn, still rubbing his back as you finally open your own eyes to stare at your ceiling. 

“'Just a nap,’ huh?” He yawns, his own hand moving to stroke your side, “now, I may not be a smart man, but that was way longer than a nap.”

“Well, we needed it,” you respond with a small smile, the feeling of his calloused hands gliding over the heated skin of your side was equal parts comforting and intoxicating. Eddie let out an affirmative grumble before lifting his head, resting his chin on your sternum. The sight that greets him nearly knocks him on his ass. Your hair is a mess, sleep has made your face plumper than normal, lines from your pillow run along the length of your cheek, eye crusties dot the inner corner of your gorgeous eyes. You look beautiful, like always, but you look real. And the fact that someone as perfect as you were, was real and currently playing with a knotted lock of his hair, blew his fucking mind. 

While he was busy surveying your face, you were doing the same to him. Taking in his own puffy face, drool coated lips, wild hair, and glossy brown eyes. You came to the same conclusion, unbeknownst to you, that he was perfectly real. The smile that tugged at your lips was easy and held all the fondness you felt for the man in your bed. He saw it, the fondness that he hasn’t found anywhere else in the world. 

“Sleep good?” You ask, the tension in the room was too much for you to take any longer. It was enough for Eddie to come back to reality. 

“Like a baby,” he hums and stretches his arms out before propping himself up on his forearms with a sigh. “We are so doing that again,” he says with a playful smirk. 

“Definitely,” you chuckle in agreement and rub your face clear of any left over sleep crusties. It’s then that Eddie realizes that he’s on top of you, he glances between you to see your shirt rucked up, revealing a pair of plain black cotton panties adorning your hips. He bites his lip and takes as many mental pictures as he can for some at at home solo activities. He’s quick to pull his mind out of the gutter when he hears your tummy rumble. 

“Hungry?” He asks, you hum and nod. “One ‘Eddie Special,’ coming right up!” He kisses your forehead, it was too tempting to ignore, before getting up and heading for your kitchen. You listen to the sound of his rummaging through your kitchen and decide to switch on your stereo next to your bed. The normally harsh sounds of heavy metal guitars and drums is a quiet hum when Eddie returns. He comes back with a bowl of your favorite cereal, a banana, and a fresh cup of water— all balanced in his two hands. 

“Wooooow, room service? I should let you sleep in my bed more often,” you reach for the glass of water first and gulp it down. He gets back in bed, being extra careful of the milk in the bowl.

“Yes, you should,” he grumbles through a mouthful of cereal before handing you the bowl. You laugh and dig in, letting the morning go on at a comfortable pace. It’s just the two of you and a bowl of cereal. 

What more could he want?

Part II

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[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

hello love 💗

birthday prompt: ed is scared of their first time, because whenever he opened up to his exes/hook-ups, they always eventually hurt his feelings and he's terrified stede will, too.

modern au 💋

Lovely lovely prompt!!

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Ed had never waited this long into a relationship before having sex before.

Honestly, it was nice, in a lot of ways. He and Stede got to know each other’s bodies slowly, learning each other without urgency. It wasn’t that they weren’t hungry for each other - they were - it was more that it was fun to have that time to take. 

Most of Ed’s relationships turned physical pretty quick. He liked knowing what it felt like to kiss Stede good morning before he knew what it was like to kiss him during sex. He liked that Stede was happy to brush his hair for him when he got out of the shower, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck but not asking for anything more. He liked that they got long, chaste cuddle sessions, and wandering hands could turn into a gentle, slow exploration of thighs and tummies and arms with no need for the haste of passion.

It was good! It was fun! It made his connection with Stede feel deep and earnest!

Ed was, also, stalling. Just a little bit.

Because, like, Stede was it for him. There was just no other way to put it. Ed knew, without a single doubt in his fucking mind, that if Stede left him tomorrow, he’d never get over it. He’d spend the rest of his life knowing that he’d met the love of his life, even if Stede decided he didn’t want to love him back.

And that was it. That was the rub. That was the pain in the fucking ass, right there.

Because sex was fun, yeah, but it was also vulnerable. And every single fucking time Ed had ever opened up to any of his boyfriends about what he wanted and his boundaries during sex - or, God fucking forbid, he dropped an I love you during the act…

They hadn’t just left him. They’d hurt him.

He’d learned not to tell guys what words to use when talking about his body, because they’d laugh and tell him that he didn’t get to make that choice. If he asked for it slow and sweet, he got laughed at. Even with hookups, guys seemed to take the fact that there was no emotional connection as free reign to do whatever they wanted, even and especially if it involved hurting Ed’s feelings.

There had been times he thought had gone well. He’d learned he couldn’t trust it. Even the ex he’d been most optimistic about, who had been sweet and listened to what Ed had asked…Ed had overheard him a couple weeks later with his friends, laughing about how Ed cried during sex.

It wasn’t fucking fair, and it sucked, and Ed couldn’t bear the thought of the same thing happening with Stede.

Non-sexual intimacy was amazing and new and excellent, sure, but he was terrified that the second he opened up, the second he got really vulnerable, the second they had sex…what if Stede hurt him?

Ed knew he was giving Stede an absolute monster of a mixed signal. They both wanted more. Stede had been amazing when Ed had asked to go slow, and he hadn’t pushed, but Ed wanted more, too, and he was getting to the point where he was being fucking weird about it. Like, the night before, he’d practically screamed in Stede’s face that he needed to call his dentist as an excuse to leave when his hand was literally down Stede’s pants.

There was a chance Ed might’ve just beat around the bush forever (literally, he’d never jerked off more often in his entire life), but Stede got to it first.

Ed had been about to tell he was worried, and that night, at the point where the kissing and heavy petting usually began, Stede had put his hand on his thigh, and he’d very softly asked Ed to tell him what he was doing wrong.

“Huh?” Ed recoiled. “No, babe, you haven’t -”

Stede frowned, like Ed was just being willfully obstinate. “Ed, every time we start taking things further, you seem really into it, and then you make up an excuse to leave. I just want to know what I’m doing wrong, because if you’re uncomfortable, then -”

“Stede.” Ed laid his hand over Stede’s, closing his eyes for courage. “You’ve been amazing.”

Stede swallowed visibly. “But?”

“But…” Ed took a deep breath. “I’m…kinda…sex hasn’t always been…great.”

Stede flipped his hand over to lace their fingers together properly. “You know we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

It was that, that right there, the understanding and respect for Ed’s boundaries where everyone else would’ve pushed, that gave Ed the courage to soldier on.

“I want to,” he said. “But there are things you need to know, okay?”

Stede nodded earnestly, looking for all the world like a pupil ready to take notes.

“I don’t like some words for my body,” Ed said, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see Stede’s face. He didn’t want to see the moment he got mad at him. “I just want you to call what I’ve got a cock and a hole, okay? Nothing else.”

“Okay,” Stede said, immediately, like it was just that easy.

Ed cracked an eye open. Stede’s expression was mild, alert but unoffended. Interesting.

“Okay,” Ed repeated. He hadn’t been sure he’d get this far, so he had to take a sec to gather his thoughts. “And, uh. I don’t want you to hit me, or choke me, or spit on me. At least not without asking first.”

Stede actually looked a bit angry, there, and Ed had a moment of panic before he realized the anger wasn’t meant for him. “Why would I do any of that without checking if you wanted it?”

So far, so fuckin’ good.

“Last thing,” Ed said. “Please don’t go around making fun of me. After.”

Stede’s mouth fell open, worked for a bit. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, at last, “never. I’d never do that. There’s nothing you could do that would make that okay.”

They didn’t have sex that night - Ed was still a bit too raw, and Stede was a bit too in his head. But the next day, Ed came home to a house filled with roses, and Stede had carefully laid a trail of flower petals to their bed, and when he stepped in the door Stede was there to take his hand like a princess.

Stede kissed his knuckles. “Ready?”

It was still a bit scary, to be vulnerable like that, especially after how it had gone before. But…Ed just couldn’t believe anymore that Stede would do anything to hurt him.

Ed wrapped his arms around Stede’s neck. “Ready.”

[mrsnancywheeler]

i literally just read your Enchanted fic and it was SO CUTE

it got me thinking about watching fireworks for the first time except in the river/lakes fic. Finnick and his sweet girl sneaking away from everyone during her victors party to one of the more hidden, but beautiful parts of President Snow’s garden. Finnick would instantly warn you about the fireworks while putting his jacket on your shoulders to keep you warm. he’d even put his hands on your ears until you felt comfortable enough to listen to the loud pop without taking off running.

Reader would just watch silently in awe at the beautiful colours erupting in the sky as Finnick pulled her in for a hug, one arm around her as to keep her nice and close as her head is pointed in the direction of the fireworks. Except Finnick isn’t watching the fireworks, his gaze is on his sweet girl- silently watching her face light up with each firework as her body is closely pressed up against his.

Once the show is over she just looks up at him, smiling like a little kid.

“That was so beautiful”

“You’re beautiful”

AND HE SAID THIS IN THE MOST LOVESTRUCK VOICE. IT WAS QUIET AND SOFT AND JUST SO FULL OF PURE LOVE IM SOBBING😭 (i also imagine him looking at her with the same face that Neil Perry was looking at Todd with when he finished his poem from Dead Poets Society- just the pure look of love)

Ever since that night, Finnick has compared his sweet girl to fireworks- beautiful and bright, something that just makes people stop and stare in awe as it lights up the dark sky. Because that’s what she does, even when he’s surrounded by a dark sky, she is still that pop of colour that lights up his dark sky in the best way possible. Reader is the sunshine to his midnight rain😭

thank you so much pookie 😭💋💋💋

and this is literally so adorable, I'm obsessed

finnick literally would refuse to leave her side the whole party because she's never been to one of this extent and he knows how the people in the Capitol are. so as soon as he can he's stealing her away completely. she's entranced by all the different types of flowers and he has no idea what most of them are but makes a mental note to find out just for her. although there's something much more interesting he knows will pull her attention away. so he finds a little secluded area within all of the bushes and sits her down with him. not a care in the world about whether or not their clothes gets covered in grass stains.

"we're gonna watch the fireworks they're setting off for you, angel."

"fire works?"

he'd explain that they were gorgeous and she would love them but now loud they were. so he'd softly cover he ears, but he knows his poor sweet girl is always shivering in the cold especially now, and it's no help the designers are always making her so exposed, so his jacket is on her, and he's pressing her into his body heat.

even with his hands covering her ears she still flinched when the first pop occured, but was quickly entranced by the display in front of her. and finnick loved nothing more then seeing a glimpse of happiness and awe in his sweet girls face. how serene she is. he's so devoted to her and her joy, her survival, her love. (I love the dead poet society)

finnick and reader are both so silly and unreliable, like they both see themselves as failing in all these different ways, as ruining everything, and see the other as their saving grace, the sweeter one, the loving one who deserves it all and so much better. she's the sunshine to his midnight rain, he's the sunshine to her midnight rain (conway is the sunshine and she's the midnight rain) but they're so contradictory how the other perceives them and I love them sm for it 💋

[midnightmoons28]

Oh btw just shared some nice bush material on my twitterrrr 💋❤️🤪 k thanks

[ulteriorm0tiv3s]

₊˚⊹🦄﹕autumn﹒˚₊

❧ pairing: cream unicorn x reader (gender neutral)

❧ genre: fluff

❧ summary: the weather has been cooling down as autumn creeps in. some cookies haven’t adjusted to the chilliness yet.

❧ notes: i love . them so much cream unicorn my beloved they’re so underrated they need more content hello im here to serve i also really love autumn .

❧ song: thought it was a cool idea 2 start adding songz 2 listen 2 while u read oneshotz so 💋 https://youtube.com/watch?v=TEOzIc9LHGg

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ah, october. the month that includes one of the best holidays. the weather was getting colder and pumpkins were popular again, october slays. to you, the cooler weather was literally a savior. some people, however, did not see it that way. many cookies in the kingdom found it a pain in the ass to suddenly adjust to the chilliness. you would hear people complaining whenever you ventured outside. you found that weird but understandable.

currently, you were preparing to go on a walk so you could further enjoy autumn. you resisted the urge to wear all orange, so you just settled on a sweater with an orange and brown color scheme. there was also a cheesy quote that you hand stitched on yourself. it read “happy fall y’all!” quite silly, but very festive. you had already done the basic necessities of a morning routine, so you were ready to go. when you opened the door, the cool breeze felt like an old friend welcoming you. a content sigh left you as you began walking through your usual route. the month had just barely begun, but signs of autumn were strong. leaves that had once been a vibrant shade of green were now a dull brown and scattered all over the ground. they also made a delightful crunching noise when you walked over them.

as you continued through your walk, you noticed something strange. a bush with something inside had caught your eye. the bush itself had lost its vibrant colors, but something vibrant was inside of it. you were slightly worried until you noticed something familiar. a pastel horn was visibly poking out of the bush, which you recognized as cream unicorn’s. “cream unicorn? what are you doing?” their head popped out of the bush as soon as they heard your voice, a soft whinny coming from them. they pulled themself out of the bush, probably struggling a little. leaves and small twigs were matted into their fur, but they quickly shook them off before poofing into their cookie form. “ah, (Y/N)! it’s nice to see you!” they coo, “i was attempting to enjoy this wonderful day, but i got a little chilly…so i hid in that bush!”

“are you okay? i feel like i don’t usually see you often during months like this,” you gently press your hand against theirs, making sure they weren’t too chilly. “well, i’m usually not active!” cream unicorn says, double checking to see if any more leaves were stuck to them. “i was going to say farewell to the cookies for the season, but i decided to stay! because cookies can get lonely all year round,” they add, sneezing afterwards. “if you intend on helping cookies during the colder months, you’ll have to adjust first! and i’m just your cookie, i’m very festive when it comes to autumn!” cream unicorn gives you an excited smile, “i’m excited to become festive too!”

your walk instantly got better when cream unicorn joined you. since they were cold, you thought of a brilliant idea; latte. the two of you weren’t far from latte’s home, so it didn’t take very long to get there. the little bell embedded on the wooden door jingled as you knocked. dramatically, the door swung open, revealing latte in the doorway. “hi (Y/N)!” she greets, before looking over at cream unicorn, “who’s your friend there?” cream unicorn shyly hid behind you, which didn’t work because of how tall they were. “hi, i’m um..cream unicorn cookie,” they successfully peeped out a small introduction. latte gave you both a sweet smile, “nice to meet you! make yourselves at home.”

a few minutes passed by as you and cream unicorn waited. latte was making pumpkin spice lattes for the two of you. making seasonal lattes were her specialty, after all. cream unicorn seemed very interested in watching latte’s cats. the cats would run in and out of the cat tower very slowly, sneaking in bits of food. “what interesting little creatures,” they cooed. they wanted to pet at least one cat, but the fuzzy beings were a bit skittish towards new cookies. so rather than bothering the felines, they just observed them carefully. “didn’t know you liked cats,” you laugh, taking notice of cream unicorn’s interest in the cats. their attention moves to you, “ah, yes! they’re quite lovely creatures. i’ve never seen them up close before.”

“you can pet them if you want to!” latte announced as she walked into the living room, pumpkin spice lattes in both hands. “is there a way to do that without startling them?” cream unicorn was a bit hesitant, they didn’t want to stress the cats out or scare them. latte nods, setting down the drinks, “mhm! give me a few seconds.” she made her way over to the cat tower, gently picking up one of the cats resting on top. the cat was placed next to cream unicorn. “this is mocha! she’s very sweet.” they hum and slowly extend their hand, “hello mocha!” mocha meowed, lightly sniffing at cream unicorn’s hand. a few seconds later, mocha was purring as she rubbed up against their hand. some of the other cats noticed the attention mocha was getting, which made them come over. “seems they like you!” latte smiled, watching her cats flock over to cream unicorn.

the three of you chatted for a bit while sipping on the warm lattes. after you finished, you and cream unicorn said your goodbyes to latte and her cats. “where are we going now?” they asked, watching the occasional leaf slowly sink to the ground as you walked. “back to my place! i wanna give you something before we venture out more,” you say, listening to the crunching beneath your feet. that sound never gets old. cream unicorn seemed to enjoy the sound too, looking down at their hooves crunching the leaves. once you arrive at your home, you start rummaging through your closet. “might be a bit big, but here!” you pull a large sweater out of your closet. it was one of your custom made ones with the shitty quotes sewn on.

“oh, thank you!” they chirp, putting the sweater on over their current outfit. “now you’ll be less cold when we go venture out!” you cheer, walking back outside with them. “what autumn festivities can we do next?” you hum in response to their question. “maybe collect some leaves. i used to do that a lot as a kid, it’s pretty fun!” the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon exploring the forest floor, picking up leaves as you go. it was a pretty fun way to pass time with your favorite cookie.

[heelhausen]

💋 [KISS] ~ What’s your favorite love language to practice towards S/I? What about your favorite to receive? with all 3?

Caster: Crash doesn’t beat around the bush. If he thinks something and he wants you to know it, he’ll say it. I get a lot of random “I love you”s whenever he’s just feelin’ it. It’s nice, cause he’ll just hit me with it at literally the most random times and completely catch me off guard. Call me corny, but I find it romantic 💜

especially when I ask him what made him think it!!cause he usually has some insane answer like “the light caught your chain and it threw a rainbow on the wall and it made me think, ‘wow gay rights’ and that made me think I love you”

As for giving— and you know I love giving 😘 — Crash is always fun to just hang out with. We don’t even have to do anything! It’s fun to just sit down and watch Crash draw, or get really intense while explaining an old dirtbike model, or show me whatever funny post he’s just seen.

MJF: ^ Do you see this fucking clown? How lame can you get?

Anyway. Quite fucking frankly, I think love languages are complete bullshit. I don’t mind it when Crash brings me a snack that reminded me of him, but I’m not going to pretend like he’s earning any relationship points by trying to fuck up my diet. And Crash is lucky to get anything from me if he’s gonna make Max go on like that.

Punk: those are pretty strong words from a guy who’s constantly in Crash’s lap when there aren’t any cameras around.

Unlike Maxwell here, I’m not too proud to admit that I like the physical affection. Crash gives good hugs. He’s strong enough to crush you against him like a weighted blanket. It’s… cozy. And it’s great for horror marathons.

And I like giving Crash gifts. He doesn’t like us spending too much money on him, but he has a weak spot for goofy little knick knacks and shiny things— I guess that’s where his crow logo comes from. I’ll usually try to get him some little touristy keychains or charms for his pinboard whenever I’m in a new city. He always smiles when he puts whatever little trinket he got up on the board.

[weird-dere]

My turn to ask about ur hubies >:3c

Do you think that ichigo shaves his pubic hair? Is there any random headcanons u wanna share of him? Things that arent mentioned or said in the anime/manga but u just feel like they r true?

What type of dad do you think ichigo is? Do you think he is more of a daddy girl? What do you think it woulded been if ichigo's mom was still alive? What woulded change and what not?

KITH 😚💕

I am laying down kicking my feet at the chance to talk about the love of my life <3. Thank u bby!! 💋💋💋

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Pubic hair tingz:

Ichi does shave his pubic hair, but he doesn’t shave himself bald. Just maintains it at a nice trim :3. I feel like when he’s younger he doesn’t let himself have a happy trail tho. Always shaves that away so all hair is contained in his boxers. But as he gets older he kinda just leaves it be and I am always kissing down it when we get intimate ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

He also loves whatever I am most comfortable with concerning my own pubic hair, which for me is at a trim or at full bush >:3. No bare coochie here lmao. Bro loves eating the kitty and seeing our mixed arousal on the hairs when he’s on top of me uwu.

Random Headcanons:

Tho he hates getting called the nickname ‘strawberry’ by literally anyone ever, he does love getting strawberry themed gifts for me. Plushies, stickers, treats, etc. If I have something strawberry themed, he prolly got it for me and everyone knows. It’s like his mark or signature almost lol.

Breakfast is his favorite meal, which is great for me as someone who doesn’t eat it a lot bc he makes sure I have something to start my metabolism day uwu.

Canonically he doesn’t like the rain. Hasn’t most of his life. But I like to think he finds hale very interesting.

Things not said in anime/manga but that just feel true

Bro does not grow a lot of body hair in general (meanwhile me, a Sasquatch 🧍🏾‍♀️). His skin is so smoooooove. Bro cannot grow a mustache or beard to save his life (but this is okay bc I prefer him without anyway). He still has to shave away his 5 o’clock shadow every once in a while tho. Trims his sideburns from time to time too.

No matter how active he is, dude never bulks up. He’s muscle-y, but he’s just built genetically lithe. Isshin (his dad) naturally seems to get thicker when he gets older, but I don’t see Ichi doing that. Which again is okay with me, I love him as he is uwu. I feel like seeing him be Bakugou type of big and muscle-y would be weird lol.

I feel like he thinks about true zangetsu (hollow ichigo) a lot actually, even after he disappears for a while. Reframing how he thinks about him the more he grows. Reflecting on what his relationship with zangetsu says about himself on a deeper level.

Ichigo as a dad:

As u know, in my selfship cinematic multiverse Ichigo and I have 5 kids lmao. 3 boys and 2 girls in the order of B B (<- twins) G G B

As a dad he is a mix of doting and tough love. Playful and supportive, but serious when he needs to be. Ichigo has a tendency to get annoyed easily and will yell and argue with any of his friends, but he never gets loud with the kids. Ever. When communicating with them, tone is everything to him. It’s how he gets his point across and shows his authority.

He does love his girls, but I think he treats all the kiddies the same :3. Though because he got used to being a boy dad after the twins, he was a little nervous when he found out we were having our first girl. He was so gentle with her 🥺. Had to reassure him sometimes.

If Ichigo’s mom was still alive?:

I feel like he would be a very different person. Might be more expressive and emotive rather than scowling all the time. Also I feel his urge to protect may not be as strong, since he wouldn’t have lost the one thing he wanted to protect most.

Also I feel he may have been way more powerful? Because he may have been let in on his Quincy lineage and may have learned to protect himself that way before gaining his shinigami powers and being even stronger.

He would still find him annoying, but I also feel that maybe Ichigo’s relationship with his dad would be better if Masaki was still around.

Ichigo is very confident as is, but I feel like if his mom were still around he’s be confident in a different way. Rather than having to prove himself or prove others wrong, he would feel like he is already inherently good and valuable bc of his mom’s encouragement.

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I am taking all of ur kithes bby sorry this took so long! Lots of brain power went into it jwksisjzjosjz

[waterloggeddaughter]

8, 15, 34, 41 (hi my angel!🫀🫶🏽)

Hey doll 💋

8 What’s your favorite band/artist? 

Oooh an impossible question 😭 according to Spotify my most listened band of all time is The Taxpayers

15 What’s your favorite season? 

Seasons can be difficult in Florida but I'm gonna say spring, it's nice and warm with the occasional cool night all the flowers are blooming and it's perfect time for swimming (but I will say I like all of them in different ways)

34 What’s your favorite flower? 

oof big fan of Lantana, we had two big bushes my meemaw's house and it was my favorite flower to pluck and use in little potions and games and such cuz it pulls apart into a bunch of little tiny flowers I've currently really love this little purple flower growing all over our property and I once had a vaguely prophetic dream about camellia (another flower we had at my meemaw's house)

41 What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Mmmm I really liked Danny phantom and Scooby Doo

Asks!

[josiebelladonna]

black moon | kinkmas | day one

chapter title: “applebite”

pairing: alex skolnick x fem!oc

tags: aphrodisiacs, apple orchards, forbidden fruit, sexual tension, fingering, blowjobs

ao3 link | kinktober/sister piece “eclipse”

minors dni, or so help me ❄️💋❄️💋

“Alex? Alex, where are you?”

Christine lifted the branch closest to her head and she peered all around her to the clearing in the heart of the apple orchard. Apples as big and red as she could imagine resided close to her, and she yearned for a bite at the mere sight of them.

She stepped out from the bushes of memory, and she peered up to the tree canopy over her head. She had no memory as to how she had arrived there, only that she had watched Alex perform on the stage and then she blacked out.

The air smelled fresh and damp, as if the rain before then had come and gone and nourished the soil in its wake. The ground was soft and plush underneath the soles of her shoes. She shivered as she peered up at the scores of apples right over her head, a series of bright full red orbs over her as if someone had launched off a bunch of paper lanterns for the morning after the rainfall.

“Alex?” she called out again.

“Here, here—”

She stared straight ahead to find him there at the other side of the clearing before her. His black curls sprawled all around his bare shoulders and his upper arms as if they had sprouted forth in the manner of vines. His lips were like little cherries, the gentlest ripest fruit right from the branch of the nearest tree not too far from the edge of her backyard. His eyes looked on back at her from their rich, voluminous depths, as soft and blue as the sky following the rainfall before her.

He was a walking aphrodisiac in his own rite, and more so when he showed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, either. He wasn’t the kind of boy who was ripped with full-on abs and large muscles, but he did have a nicely toned chest and a gentle-looking stomach that looked as though it could serve as a pillow for her at some point during their stay there in the orchard. Indeed, as Christine took another glimpse around her, she realized that she had no idea as to how they had reached there.

The last memory that she had in mind was the one of him performing for her on the stage in Los Angeles: as far as she knew, they had teleported to Northern California. And Alex had regressed about twenty years in age as well. She had barely any memory of him being this young before, especially when Testament initially started out back in the middle of the Eighties.

He lowered his eyelids at her and the smile on his face, to which he looked almost cherubic in nature.

“Let me ask,” she began.

“Go ahead.”

“How old are you?” she asked him.

“I’m eighteen,” he told her; his voice crept over her like the same tendrils that crept over his shoulders.

Alex tucked his fingers down the inside the band of his jeans, and he hoisted them up his hips, and he strode on across the clearing and over to her.

Even knowing how decadent and ripe he was in comparison to the other fruits on the vine, she still had to earn it. To earn the taste of those cherry lips against her own. To taste the sugar that made up his skin. To kiss those plump little apples which he bore for cheekbones, perfect for the softest little kisses she could ever give unto him. To feel the gorgeous pear shape of his body, from the small of his back down onto his hips and thighs.

He seemed so real and like such a dream all at the same time.

“I’m here, my dear,” Alex declared to her once he came on closer to her. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

He reached for the nearest fruit on the branch closest to their heads, and he picked it off the stem.

“Apple?”

“Please,” she replied, and she held the fruit in between her fingertips. As Christine held the apple with two hands, she locked eyes with him. Her dark ones with his deep blue ones, so crystalline and bright even when shrouded in shadow. Alex showed her a sweet little smile and he tucked his lanky arms behind his back to show her more of the skin on his chest: a bit of sunlight shone through the trees and onto his upper body. A few stray curled tendrils of fuzzy black hair dangled over his shoulder like the head of a snake.

He was so lush and sensual, especially once he cocked out his hip a bit towards her.

“I want to watch you,” he told her, to which his already soft voice lowered to an even lower tone: husky and tender like the very fruit that she cradled in between her fingers.

She eyed his full little cheekbones, round and tender like little apples in their own rite. His eyes then dropped down to her body for a split second, and then she took a glimpse down as well. She had no clothes on as well: for a moment, she swore that she was inside of the dream of a teenage boy, but then she realized that she was in control of the dream. This was the dream for her. The dream was real.

“Have a bite, my dear,” Alex coaxed her in a near whisper.

Christine took a bite of the apple and the juices nearly dribbled down her chin. She caught it before the rest of it fell upon the deep part of her chest. So sweet, so decadent, and so crisp.

“Oh, my god, Alex,” she said with her mouth full.

“It’s a good apple, isn’t it?”

“Mm-hm.” She brought a hand up to her lips as she prepared to swallow it down.

“Right as the rain stopped, I picked one off the trees back here,” he told her with a gesture back to the trees right behind him. He then ran his hand down his chest and onto his stomach. “Filled me up a bit, too.”

“It can’t tithe you over for very long, though,” she told him as she took another bite.

“Not at all,” he confessed as he strode around her: he swayed his hips a bit all the while. She locked eyes with him even as he sauntered behind her. Those deep eyes like the Mariana Trench, the bluest waters before they gave way to the darkness below. To swim in his ocean before she reached the fire down below. The dance of fire and water.

Christine took another bite from the apple, and she swore that the sunlight that filtered through the trees disappeared with the incoming blanket of clouds that came on the back of the rainfall. Alex stood before her with his hair sprawled over his shoulders as if he had just sauntered right out of the jungle rather than the trees of the apple orchard.

He had crawled out on a veil of darkness on the back of the most sinful apple known to mankind.

“My sin,” she whispered to him. “My soul.”

He showed her his tongue and he gestured for her to follow him along the soil to the far end of the orchard. Christine glanced down at the apple and then she showed him a little smile.

It was as if he had seduced her with her knowledge.

Christine followed Alex along the aerated soil, all the way to the very end of the row until they reached the lush hillside. It made her think of the hills right outside of Sacramento, right before they reached the Sierra Nevada Mountains: she gazed up to the crest of the hill, at the swirling clouds up above.

“Our cabin awaits us, dearest Christine,” he told her.

He held out a hand for her and, with her free hand, she took his and she followed him up the side to the very top. There was a part of her that wanted to lead him up the hill, but he was the one who knew the whereabouts of the place in shelter for them.

Still with her other hand grasped onto the apple, she took a glimpse down at the ground beneath them for a moment. The ground on the hill was still damp, and while he wore little white tennis shoes that looked to be untied, she was barefoot.

“It’s okay,” he assured her in a kind tone. “We’ll be there before you know it.”

She took another bite as she climbed up the hill by his side instead. Her toes sank into the soft earth below them: it reminded her of walking on the beach.

“There we go,” he said, and that little smile returned in all its tender beauty.

Christine dug into the flesh of the apple as they reached the edge of a trail there on the side of the hill, and they were still side by side, still with their hands together as they walked together. A cold gust of wind caught her by surprise and her nipples tightened at the sensation. Alex cracked a smile at that; she shivered but she showed him a smile as well.

“You can look but you can’t touch,” she teased him as she nibbled her way down to the apple core.

“My wish is to touch,” he declared over the winds around them.

“And my wish is to touch,” she retorted right back to him.

Within time, and with a few more gusts of wind at the fronts of their bodies, Alex brought her to the cabin perched on the crest of the hill before a low patch of evergreen forest: indeed, off in the distance stood a series of mountain peaks that rose high up into the low clouds above them.

“Yeah, let’s get into the cabin—” Alex’s voice drowned out with the uprising winds; he bowed his head and yet he never let go of her hand all the way. Christine finished the apple once the path before them straightened out and they trudged to the front door of the cabin; she hunched her shoulders in hopes to keep the cold off her skin, but all it did was shoot more chills up her spine and tighten up her nipples even more.

Alex opened the front door and he let her inside there first. It was a cute little cabin, with its cozy front room with the plush couch of crushed emerald green velvet and twin wrought iron floor lamps, as well as four strings of Christmas lights strung across the ceiling overhead and a little blue and gold menorah in the window. To the left was a small space with a rug, a kitchenette, and a brick fireplace nestled in the corner, and a small square window right over the bricks; on the far left was a small hallway to the bathroom and the one little bedroom. Next to the front door stood a little glass box with a label that read “cores go here”, and the first thing she did was place her apple core in there.

“It’s for fertilizer,” he explained as he closed the door behind them. “Once the snow passes, we can plant the seeds into the soil and then the remaining flesh will join them inside the earth.”

“That’s beautiful,” Christine remarked: she ran her hands all along her upper arms to keep the warmth in there.

“It’s nature.” He flashed her a wink and a slight glance down to the full shape of her hips and thighs.

“I’m shaped like a pear,” she told him.

“I am, too! And I think there are some clothes in here for us?” Alex kicked off his shoes, and then he peeled off his jeans and let them collect all around his ankles: she raised her eyebrows at his delicate naked body, to which that sweet smile made another return, complete with those soft little apple cheeks.

He ran a hand down his hipbone all to bring attention to the shape of his body, and then he turned to the trunk on the floor right next to him. Christine eyed the shape of his bare ass as he stooped down for the locks on the lid, but he was quick to put on long fitted black underwear pants, followed by a little button-up sweatshirt.

He then handed her a matching ensemble.

“Here, doll—”

Christine slipped on the long underwear and then the sweatshirt: she kept the top three buttons undone to ease the pressure on her chest, as well as to expose her pointed nipples to him once more, that time through the warm flannel which made up the shirt. He grinned at the sight of her.

“There’s my snow bunny,” he declared. He ran his fingers through his jet-black curls, which in turn exposed the silvery roots of that little plume of gray at the front of his head: it was about the size of a quarter, and it came about in the form of a faint sheen upon his bangs. “Now, watch this—”

He clapped his hands twice and the fireplace roared to life with a big bright fire.

“Wow,” Christine breathed out with a clasp of her hand to her chest.

“Yeah. The first time I saw this thing and I was told it ran by way of a clapper, I was skeptical at first. And then I tried it out and it actually happened! It warmed up the room, too.”

“And it’s warming up the room right now.” Christine lowered her shoulders and fixed the bottom hem of the sweatshirt, which was already riding up her full waist a bit.

“I expect you to do that a lot while we’re here,” he quipped with a wink. “We’re gonna eat so well here—I predict us having snug clothes and more-than-satisfied bellies by the time we’re done.”

“I’m actually okay with that,” she confessed to him with spirit.

He sank down on the couch and leaned back into the plush cushion behind him. She followed suit right next to him but she stayed in an upright position.

“So, tell me, dear Christine,” he began again. “What’s your story?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “What’s there to know?”

“I’m curious about you,” he confessed her. “What’s a pretty girl like yourself with a funky-looking Jew boy like myself?”

“I like you,” she promptly replied.

“Yes, of course! But why, though?” He hooded his eyes at her and puckered his lips a bit at her. The flickering light of the fire danced over his handsome oval face and those deep eyes. She thought about the encounter in the apple orchard, and if he was even aware of it, or if he had switched mindsets without her knowing at one point.

“I don’t really know, to be frank,” she admitted. “I think you’re really cute, for one thing.”

He squinted his eyes at her and with two fingers, he undid the collar of that little sweatshirt, which in turn revealed the skin on his collar bones and his chest.

“I’ve got to be more than cute, though,” he pointed out, to which he ran his hand along the top of his thigh. Christine watched him with her head bowed a bit. How she wished to see inside of his mind right then, to feel him from the inside and fully understand him.

“You’re luscious and sweet like that apple I was eating,” she told him. “You give me such a naughty, decadent feeling within me.”

“That reminds me…” He leaned over to the side of the couch for something: before Christine could ask him, he showed her a big king-sized chocolate bar, still wrapped in its silvery tin foil and without a single break in its wrapper, either.

“The forbidden fruit needs a little nuance to its level of sin,” he told her as he unfurled the foil at the top of the bar. The rich, dark chocolate greeted her, and his eyes gazed up at her as if he beckoned the most decadent of a lie itself from her. He took a whiff of the chocolate and then he broke off a piece from the top edge and handed it to her.

She took a slow bite, complete with her eyes closed.

So smooth. So rich. So strong. With a little spice in the back.

“Is there something spicy here?” she asked him.

“Just a hint of chili powder with ginger,” he replied. “A little extra sexy kick in there.”

“Oh, my, god… I could eat so much of this.”

“There’s more where this came from,” he vowed to her. 

“You and I will eat all the chocolate,” she promised him with a twinkle in her eye, “especially since you can’t drink wine as of yet.”

“All the chocolate and coffee come the morning,” he added as he sloughed off a piece for himself.

The feeling of aphrodisiacs compounded with the sight of the aphrodisiac before her, and it all manifested as they shared that chocolate bar together, and to the point of Alex’s craning his neck for a glimpse out the window over the fireplace.

“Is it snowing?” she asked aloud.

“It is!” he proclaimed; indeed, she turned to look for herself, at the billowing cloud of drifting snow beyond the glass pane. Lucky for them, they were safe and warm in the cabin: Christine nestled closer to Alex’s body, closer to the sweet comfort of his body.

“Eat lots of chocolate and dinner,” he promised her as he put his arm around her. She slipped another bite of chocolate into her mouth and she glided her fingertips along his chest and down onto his stomach.

“What shall we have for dinner, by the way?” she asked him.

“Something warm,” he replied with another bite of chocolate. “Warm and—with tomatoes.”

“Shall I make it or should we do it together?” she asked him.

“Together.”

Once they finished their chocolate, Christine stood to her feet first, and she held out her hand for him. Alex followed her into that little kitchenette with the dark heavy wood and the little powder blue fridge tucked in one corner.

“I feel like we’re in the middle of the Fifties,” he noted.

“Why, ‘cause of the fridge?” she asked him.

“No, I mean, it feels like it’s in the fifties in here,” he stated with a rubbing of his upper arms, to which she giggled.

Indeed, there was something about the making of that big pot of pasta with the tomato sauce and meatballs that tickled her so: whenever he stirred the pot of sauce, he picked up a spoonful of it for her to taste, and he flashed her a deep-eyed stare all the while.

“We’re already full of chocolate and spices,” he told her in a husky voice once again. “Now we’re about to eat tomatoes.”

“With garlic, and olive oil, and basil, and a bit of arugula—” she added. “You know what all of that is, right?”

“Aphrodisiacs?” he asked, reluctantly.

“Exactly! I’m gonna fill this little tummy—” She lovingly patted his stomach. “—with all the things that will get you all hot and bothered.”

He sipped on the sauce some more and she brought her hand down onto his crotch for a little squeeze.

“Do I feel—” she started.

“Yes, you do,” he told her, and his breath smelled of tomatoes and basil. Her fingers caressed over the warm fabric of his long underwear, and she could in fact feel a bit of an erecting in there.

“What say you and I have a little fun after dinner?” she offered him in a near whisper.

“Please,” he begged her, and he lowered his gaze to the pot of pasta behind her. “You’re boiling.”

She turned around and gasped at the sight. He snickered as she stirred the fettuccine noodles to calm it down before she drained them in the sink next to them. He kept that mischievous little smile on his face all the way to back to the couch: Alex had served himself a big bowl of pasta while Christine was eager to have more meatballs than him.

“The basil is sweet,” he noted with a little gyration of his head.

“Not as sweet as you,” she told him.

The fire roared before them and the snow billowed down on the other side of the window before them. He twirled his pasta around the tines of the fork and at a slow, deliberate pace no less. He picked up the orb of pasta and showed it to her.

“Delicious,” he said, and then he crammed the whole bite into his mouth.

“My goodness,” she declared.

Alex tilted his head back against the top of the couch and he closed his eyes as he relished in the fullness of the flavors. Christine took a large bite of pasta herself but with a meatball.

Given it was warm in the room, they both ate their food at a slow, deliberate pace. All the flavors fused with the feeling of each other’s bodies next to one another brought about a soft warm feeling between the two of them.

When he finished first, he watched her pick up the last meatball and then nibble upon it with the very edge of her teeth. Then she slipped the rest into her mouth and she turned to him with her mouth full.

“So good,” he breathed out, and his eyes glanced over to the window. It was still snowing, but the sun had set at that point, and that point, there came the milky soft light of the moon through the wispy clouds.

“The moon is full—like me.” He cracked her a tender, sweet smile, and Christine took his plate and set it as well as her own down on the floor before their feet. She then lunged closer to him all to touch and feel him.

His body was warm and soft, ripe and juicy like an apple picked right off the vine, just like how she expected him to be back in the orchard. He welcomed her and cradled her, her own personal aphrodisiac, in all his beauty and feeling of home.

“I hope those apples at the bottom of the hill are okay,” he breathed into her lips.

“They are,” she assured him.

“Show me the way,” he begged to her as he lay down on the couch. “Show me the way—”

“Make love to me—” she whispered to him as she pressed her hands onto the sides of his face.

“Only if you make love to me,” he whispered back to her.

She opened his shirt all to feel more of his warm skin. Her body over his, the warmth in her stomach with the full warmth that radiated from his belly, their hearts together, she had it within her with the feeling of all the aphrodisiacs that she could ever dream of at that point. She was leading him up that hill, all to the point of putting her hand down his long underwear.

His skin was warm, much warmer than his belly, and a lot softer. Her fingers ran over his skin all to tighten it up. He treated her to a soft groan from the back of his throat with each touch of her fingers.

There was a part of her that wanted to drive him insane, to drive him completely up the wall with the feeling.

“This is so forbidden,” she muttered as she ran her fingers down his bare chest.

“Not as forbidden as you—” he whispered right into her lips: the meeting of two cherries with her own as well. “Not nearly as forbidden as you, my dear—tell me—where do you like to be touched?”

“The place where life begins,” she whispered. “Down in front.”

With one hand on the small of her back, he slipped his other hand down her long underwear to her crotch. Those guitar player fingers grazed over her lips and underneath her hood for a gentle touch. She gasped at the feeling, to which he cracked her a smile.

She could feel the basil and the tomatoes doing their job, adjacent to the swipes of his fingers.

A chill ran up her spine and she still held onto his burgeoning erection all the while.

She locked eyes with him, those deep blue eyes like the ocean, and she used her other hand to pull down that long underwear all so he could release his load without soiling the inside.

“Big fat dick with a big lush pussy,” she breathed into his mouth. She gripped onto him and a little pearl emerged at the tip.

He slipped a finger right square onto her clit which in turn coaxed a gasp out of her. He cracked her a grin and she shook her head.

“Oh, you naughty, naughty boy,” she teased him. “Just for that—”

She moved her head to his dick, and she put her lips around the tip. He gasped at the sensation. Christine glided her teeth along the length of it and he moaned at the feeling. Her teeth deeper into his skin and he moaned louder.

She could feel another pearl inside of her mouth. He was coming for her.

She sank her teeth in as far as she could go without hurting him and his moan filled her ears as well as the room.

His fingers returned to the head of her clit, and she raised her head off his dick, complete with a bit of cum on her lips as she came for him again.

They locked eyes again, and that time around, he was a complete mess, with the sheen of sweat on the side of his face and his lips parted as he strove to catch his breath.

“Tomatoes,” he groaned out.

She licked the cream off her lips.

“Tomatoes and chocolate,” she corrected him.

“Tomatoes, chocolate, and apples,” he followed it up with a wink.

“You’re good,” she told him as she stroked his dick again with the tips of her fingers.

“No—you are. You’re so good.”

[eunoiaastralwings]

Well, my turn: 🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. 💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em? 🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far? ❌ What's a trope you will never write?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics?

Oh definitely the grumpy and sunshine trope. I love it so much - literally there's a smidge of it in all my fics lmao. I also enjoy the mutual pining and oblivious idiots in love! I definitely love also scenes where character thinks y/n is in love with someone else -misunderstanding. A dash of fake dating is always nice then growing real feelings.

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

omg - please - I love them so much - they're so cute! So good! I melt so badly!

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

lmao - one moment let me check my masterlist XD hmm - now that could be either The Rose Bush (Erestor x wife reader) or even Sing to Me (Maglor x Wife reader, ft. little Elrond and Elros).

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

I don't really know - am not a huge fan on love triangle even though I do watch kdramas lmao so idk I won't be writing those, maybe misc? One day? Idk.  One of the most common things am uncomfortable with is them the main love interest is protective of the lover - overly to the point of being physically violent towards anyone who slights their lover. Yes, some bit of protectiveness endearing - I agree and there's nothing wrong with that! I might there's no need to over the top do it ! ! It's not a trope - but I will never be writing anything to do with pregnancy or miscarriages - it's too much of trigger for me and too close to home. I stay away from those type of fics too.

thanks for asking hun - hope you like </3

[hikarikeeper]

oh guess what kind of old crap i found, let's suffer now: a tag!

Ange: ..here we fucking go again.. Shade: sup. Ange: oh no not you again 🐶 What would your OC do if they were chased by a dog? -Ange: First of all, i wouldn’t even provoke the dog to start chasing me… i usually get along well with them, or at least i don’t start running in the worst case. -Shade: ....do you really expect me to run away from this insignificant creature? More likely it will run away from ME.

💋 How would they react to getting a kiss? (can be platonic or romantic)

actually it's very individual, but let's assume if it's from someone that Ange likes. Ange at the moment of the kiss: aw, nice :3 Ange after a few hours/days: *sudden realization* wait a minute... they did WHAT- -Shade: kiss me and it will be posthumous, I guarantee.

🌲 What would your OC do in a Minecraft world/server? -Ange: *explore every corner without missing a single pixel on the map* -Shade: *aggressive loot-goblin sounds* everything is good, everything is bad, everything goes to my lair -Corrupt: c... caaaattssssss....... -Shade: where the fuck did you come from. it's for OCs??? -Ange: just let him be. as if anyone even reads the everyday life of this 'shizophreny server'.

🎤 Can your OC sing? -Ange: ... uhh... -Shade: he can. only you ain't gonna get to hear it 'cause that catass is too shy. ...me? No, you'll go deaf. Ange: ....because you're too loud.

💃 Can your OC dance? -Ange: i guess no?.. i don't usually dance. -Shade: what is this for. Let those who like it and who are not deprived of grace do it better than me.

📚 Would your OC cheat in an exam? -Ange: in what kind of-? -Shade: Ange is too honest. I won't even do any kind of exams.

⚡ What mythological god would you associate with your OC? -Ange: i would prefer not to be associated with the gods... -Shade: good question, too bad I don't know much about your gods, I'm not very interested in myths.

🎬 What genre would your OC be into? -Ange: *whisper* .. in what- -Shade: what kind of movie you probably may end into. -Ange: Ah, well.. adventures? -Shade: and me possibly an action movie.

✨ What kind of aesthetic do they like? -Ange: nature and sunsets~ -Shade: THERE WILL BE BLOOD-♪ SHED-♪ -Ange: ... *facepalms*

✊ Would your OC win in a fight against an ostrich?

-Ange: …..??????????????. *connection with the brain was lost* -Shade: Why the hell should I fight an ostrich? Did it rob me? Did it challenge me? If yes, this creature doesn't stand a chance. If it just exists, then what the fuck is wrong with you.

🐾 (If human) If they were to turn into an animal, what animal would they be? -Ange: a cat! -Shade: I'm 100% immune to magic, your morphification will not work on me. -Ange: ..you're not funny -Shade: Oh really? How about I'm going to start entertaining you with some filigreed russian swearing. -Ange: please don't- -Corrupt: ...We have enough of the crap you already taught Glitch. - Shade: not my fault that he learns pretty quickly :>

🦄 (If human) If they were to turn into a mythical creature, what mythical creature would they be?

-Ange: phoenix~ -Shade: dragon ofc -Corrupt: they didn’t ask you, you’re already a dragon. -Shade: why are you still here. - Corrupt: *the image of the middle finger flashed through your mind*

💌 How would they react to a confession? -Ange: (if it's from someone unfamiliar) *got confused and pretended to be a currant bush* -Ange: (if it's from someone sympathetic) * won't believe in the reality of what is happening, won't find anything to say, will be happy, perhaps, or confused - it is difficult to predict- it’s not like there was a lot of confessions to him... i don’t even remember the last time this happened.* -Shade: "?" "You clearly have shitty taste buddy." "Think again." "I don't recommend it." "Not interested."

💗 How would they confess? They wouldn't :> -Ange: i'd rather not hope for anything mutual, or even try at all. i'm tired of getting my soul broken... -Shade: just no. love is just a way of manipulation and weakness.

💀 If they were one of the 7 sins, what sin would they be?

-Ange: ...wrath. :3 -Shade: wrath, maybe greed. ..who came up with these stupid sins? -Ange: oh no... -Shade: I can call greed a real sin, but the rest? ridiculous. -Ange: let's just finish this poll already-

💘 What kind of person is their ideal type?

-Ange: honest and sincere... -Shade: it doesn't matter anymore anyway.

🎁 What kind of gift would they give at birthdays? -Ange: something made with my own hands to show how important a person is to me.. -Shade: a chance not to die from my claws.

👹 How much patience does you OC have? Are they patient? Or are they easily irritable?

Ange is the living embodiment of patience. Shade, on the other hand, tolerates only those whom he respects, while others, if they do something that he openly doesn't like, will cause him instant irritation.

☠ How petty are they? And what length of pettiness would they go for?

-Ange: i always couldn't understand this concept correctly.. and honestly, i don’t know for sure, maybe it depends on the situation... -Shade: hardly.

🔪 (More than one OC) If your all of your OCs played among us, who'd be the best imposter? And who'd be the worst?

Ange: worst Shade: best

🛌 What kind of sleep schedule does your OC have?

-Ange: ... sleep schedule?. -Shade: sleep?

🍽 What kind of food do they like?

Both: fried and spicy!

🍻 Do they drink? If so, how strong is their alcohol tolerance?

Ange drinks in moderation; he cannot drink more than a bottle of something too strong at once. Shade's alcohol tolerance is VERY strong tho, he can drink about a box of strong alcohol and barely get drunk because his dragon body burns it as fuel.

🍺 If your OC drinks, what is their go to alcohol?

Ange: i'm neutral about it, for me it's nothing more than a painkiller for the soul. Now that everything is back to normal, i don't need it... Shade: it's just fun for me. it wasn't uncommon for me to win a drink bet. haha, they didn’t even know who they were messing with... :> ...Wow that's all already? whatever- as always, tag youself if you want lmao-

[thebabygaldiaries]

Now that’s what I like to hear. I’m so glad my little kitten got to have a fun time. Did you make a mess on yourself baby? Squirt for me? Tell me how you played with yourself, Miss wants all the dirty details 💋

Oh, lover, of course you do. (Putting a read more to save folks dashboards)

I started in the shower, letting the water run down my body and teasing at my nipple. The water's warm, teettering on the edge of almost too hot. So there's a little bit of a sting. I imagined you pressing me up against the tiles of the shower, one hand cupping my sex and the other tracing the top of my sternum tattoo, right between the valley of my breasts.

It's a tease, the water nipping at my skin like you might with kisses and nips. I am dripping from my cunt, knowing what I really want isn't around. But I know I can make do. It's slow, as the humidity swells from the shower that I drag my hands down my stomach, through the slight ticket of my bush and tease my clit. I have to pace myself, and it's so hard. I just want to cum, but I think to myself, what would Miss do?

So I take it slow, torture myself as my fingers circle around and around my clit. My slick oozes but I don't gather it, not quite yet. This is only the beginning I tell myself. The room's growing warmer. I imagine your hand at my throat, teeth grazing along my chin at how good I am being. The pressure's just starting to build. I can feel it creeping up my toes.

I put a little bit more pressure onto my clit, circles getting tighter and tighter around my clit. I don't go faster, just firmer. Again, this is just the beginning. The spare hand, now taking the same trail from throat to cunt, teases at my entrance. I know how good it'll feel to plunge two fingers inside, but instead, I circle, gathering my own arousal onto my fingertips and spreading it up to my clit.

The slip is nice, and helps ebbs the pleasure just a little. It's hard to keep quiet, no one in the house really needs to do what I'm doing, but it just feels so fucking good. I think a sigh escapes me, but I try not to think too much about it.

I know I can't be in the bathroom too much longer, but the dances and the teases aren't enough. It's with great relief that I pick up the pace, one hand swiping over my clit with a feverent pace. The fingers dancing at my entrance slide in--just one at first, then a second one. The ache's dulling as my first orgasm approaches, I'm pushed up now on my tippy toes and trying to brace most of my weight on the shower wall to keep from slipping.

The first orgasm comes swiftly, not nearly as hard as the second and third, but still strong enough that it takes me a minute to recover.

Cleaned, lotioned, and in my pj's, I slip under the covers. There's been just enough down time that I know I can go for another, but not too much that it'll feel like starting over at ground zero again. The bullet vibrator is an old trusty friend and I don't really hesitate in bringing it to my clit.

I tap it, for a minute or not, just enough pressure to let the buzz jolt me, but not enough time that I can sink into the feeling. In my imagination, I picture you sitting in my office chair at the foot of my bed, watching. My legs are spread wide, feet planted to the mattress and it's a great view. I imagine you can see how often my pussy clenches, desperate for something to fill it.

The taps grow longer, more and more time spend with the vibration dancing over my clit before I drag it down the sides, tracing the the tops of my labia--again wanting to keep arousal from plateauing, but not to orgasm just yet.

I can feel myself arousal dripping, slipping between my cheeks. I have half a thought to be worried about the sheets, but I don't really care. It just feels so good--the thought of you watching, the buzz of the vibrator on my clit. My clit still just a hair sensitive from the previous orgasm in the shower. My entire body feels alive, electric. I tease my nipples with the same digits I brought to my mouth to get them nice and wet. Even gagged myself a bit on them, just the way you might like. A tear slips down the side of my face and onto my pillowcase and it hurts so good when I press the vibrator down harder.

My hips are bucking into nothing, my mouth open with the quiet pants I can't hold back. I know I'm going to cum again and I don't let anything stop it this time. I go harder and harder, and harder. My feet and hips are lifting off the bed, back arching just a little as a silent scream contorts myself.

This orgasm is the heaviest that I feel. My body sags into the mattress, the buzzing vibrator still loosely gripped in my hand. There's more I want. The purple dildo from my bottom drawer is what I've been working up too, but this one takes a bit longer to recover from.

It's deep breathes, wiping the sweat off the end of my nose (a permanent fixture in my life like a fucking dog, but who cares), and a small water break.

If I'm honest, I was pretty sure I wasn't going to make it to the grand finale. My limbs are heavy at this point, I want to go to sleep, but in the back of my mind, I really don't want to quit here. I figure I can take it slow. The vibrators out for the first half while I focus on my clit with just my fingers. I keep it close by though as I know I'll want it later on.

The whisper of my fan is just enough to remind me of your whispers, the way you demand that I keep going on my ear. You're not through just yet, kitten.

And I know I want it.

Fingers dance of my skin, the upper half of my stomach etched by a tattoo gun and now the nails of my fingers, gently scraping before cupping at my breast. I tug at my nipples but keep a gentle pace at my clit. Just cirlces around, letting the pleasure wash over me.

The third orgasm nearly suprises me. One moment, I'm imagining your weight next to me, the lazy drag of your fingers over my pussy, a slap--or two of three--and the next I can feel the tension in my lower gut.

I stop, knowing it's much too soon right now for things to be over. I don't think I'll get to 4 and I don't want to ruin the 3rd. I practice, albeit with a lot of frustration, patience.

Within a couple of minutes I'm back down, able to continue. In that time, I do collect my dildo and vibrator again. The first thrust of the dildo is shallow, making sure the angle is right for myself. But once I'm positive it is, I take it slow, dragging it all the way out before slow pushing it all the back into myself. Each trust paired with a tiny huff at the feeling of being utterly stretched out around the cock.

But even the slow pull and thrust of the dildo is pushing me closer and closer to that last orgasm. I try to deep breath, take a nice deep breath in and then exhale it slowly. But even that's no match for how wired my body is. Everything is sore, pumping towards another orgasm.

I turn on the vibrator again. The buzz is enough to make me immediately shut my legs and turn away from the sensation. It's only for a second, because behind the sting is the pleasure. With a steeling breath, I settle back, legs open again and continue. I bring the setting of the vibrator down, to see if it helps and it does.

Each thrust is long and slow, brushing the deepest parts of myself and the buzz of the vibrator is hurdling my closer and closer to relief. I'm hot, a little sweaty, but oh am I consumed by the pleasure. I don't care what I look like. I don't care what I sound like.

I don't fully remember the third orgasm. It hits and I'm so fucking exhausted. My body shakes for a moment and I keep just enough brains to get up and get everything (minus myself) cleaned up and put away.

I immediately collapse back into bed and I'm so thankful I set my alarm before getting into the shower, because I would've forgotten it without a doubt.

-BG

[mmary-janee]

I love your headcanons ! can I request the Kawata twins if you write for them?

𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ𝓈:thank you sm babe💋,I love these two little shits sm<33

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ * .♡

Imagine a threesome with these two,oh lawdddd😮‍💨but let me not get to carried away and stick to the subject at hand.

Ik I probably say this a lot but pretty dick owners straight through. identical twins,almost identical dicks…..🛐

The twins have really nice dicks.The both of them are 8inches long, they have a good amount of girth, they’re as girthy as a 8fl oz Victoria Secret bottle to be extremely specific. They are both circumcised.

They are most definitely growers,while soft they are 3.5 inches.

Nahoya likes when you cockwarm him in your mouth while he isn’t hard yet so he can see you choke on his cock while he’s hardening in your mouth.he places his hand gently on top of your head stroking your head softly at first, but his grip only gets tighter the harder he gets and he doesn’t let go of you so you just end up staying there with a throat bulge and teary eyes pleading him to let you back up. When he does pull out of your throat, you feel relived but it doesn’t last to long,he’s gonna start throat fucking you the moment he’s almost pulled out while staring down at you with his signature smile, he’s gonna fuck your throat til his legs are shaking and both your eyes are teary from pleasure.

Souya on the other hand likes watching you struggle to take in his full length but he is so sweet with you whimpering words of encouragement to you through stutters. “A-ahh- ah yehh j-just like t-that baby, doin so fucking g-good” he moans out while your sinking into his lap with his throbbing cock pulsing inside you. When you are adjusted that’s when he starts ruthlessly bucking his hips upwards hitting your cervix while you’re bouncing on top of him. The both of you moving in sink to lost in pleasure to realize how loud you guys were being.

The both of their cocks are darker than their skin tones, about 2 shades darker.Nahoya’s tip is a pretty shade of rosy pink,Souya’s tip however is a darker more intense shade of pink. They’re balls are average sized and don’t hang lowly from their dicks.

The both of them have green veins running along their cocks but the most noticeable ones are the matching ones they have on opposite sides on their cocks. Smileys vein is visible on his upper side while angrys is on his underside.

Souyas pubes are either completely shaved off or he has a light stubble on. The hair kinda bothers him he prefers himself shaved down there. Nahoya has a bit of a bush that’s dyed salmon. He doesn’t really mind the hair but he does keep it in check,he tries his best to trim every few weeks if he isn’t busy or feeling lazy.

COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CUM. Nahoyas cum is more on the oozier, sticky and bitter side. Souyas cum is thicker and less acid tasting,but he cums a little less than his brother. The both of them leak so much fucking pre cum but it’s okay because it makes great lube.

I know for a fact Nahoya wanted on get his dick pierced but hasn’t gone through with it yet. He’s like a teenage girl that’s waiting for something in his life to go wrong so he can go out and get a new piercing💀. Souya on the other hand is not letting a single needle near his dick. Smiley is both a sadist and masochist so have fun with that. Souya does have a mommy kink and is into bdsm.

The both of them have a slight curve that does upwards but is only noticeable when they are inside you or if you’re inspecting their dicks.

Imagine dating one of the kawata twins and they convince you to let their brother join, so you end up stuffed full with two identical cocks. They’d handcuff you to the bed and put a blindfold on you so u can’t see. They’d both take turns fucking you into oblivion and would ask you to guess who was fucking you and if you get it wrong then you’re just gonna have to get punished until you’re dripping with both their loads,and you’re crying and shaking from overstimulation. The both of them have great stamina so u bet that they’ll be fucking you till daybreak.😮‍💨

Overall both of them have great dicks that’s gonna have your toes curling.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ * .♡

End note: the kawata twins are so fucking fineee😩🛐. I hope u liked reading this,have a nice day<3

ℒℴ𝓋ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓎-𝒥𝒶𝓃ℯ🕊

[thetimecrystal]

🍓💋🍒

🏮 shades of red asks

strawberry: what album would you love to have on vinyl?

except the ones i have, absolutely sheer heart attack by queen and teatro d'ira vol. 1 by måneskin!

lipstick red: if you could live one day with no one recognising you, what would you do?

just walk around and relax at a coffee shop tbh.

or go to a sex store with no anxiety lmfao

cherry: thoughts on mainstream music?

man. i listen to a lot of people opine about mainstream music and pop, it's one of my favourite youtube pass times. but i want to at least mention one thing, i don't really like what tiktok does for music?

like yes it is nice to make niches deeper, but for mainstream music, it really just exhausts the songs that are on top of the charts. for example, i love kate bush's running up that hill (a deal with god), and i am incredibly glad people are getting more and more into kate bush. but also... i get why people are tired of it because it is so fucking hard to not hear it 5000 times on social media, which even if it is the world's most perfect song (i am not saying running up that hill is... or am i?), nothing will hold up to that. but at the same time, isn't it like how songs go viral or get blasted on radio? it does feel a bit like tiktok has expedited the way songs can expire in the public??

anyways, stream breathing and the dreaming by kate bush <3

[bloodyke]

👧😍💋🙈

👧 - at what age did you realise you were a lesbian?

last year lmao

I had suspicions I wasn't actually bi for about a year and a half at that point, but I had convinced myself that because I liked fictional men, that I liked Actual Men and so I wasn't a lesbian. that's comphet for you

😍 - best thing about being a lesbian (already answered but here's another answer)

the fact that all the lesbians I've met are so supportive and lovely!

💋 - do you have a type of girl you like?

again, not really! I guess my type is Nice to me and my friends, and not a gross person lmao

🙈 - most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a girl

I told the most embarrassing thing already but I have so many more stories lmao

I remember one time we were on a school field trip to bush gardens and it had started to rain. Because I was out in the rain my already cold-in-normal-situations hands were turning blue (thanks Reynauds), and Mary, my ever present matchmaker, walked up to the girl I had a crush on and told her to hold my hands to warm them up. I literally forgot all speech when she actually did take my hands anskdldh. She asked if they felt better and I legit said "i- uhhhh- you have nice hands" before bolting.

lesbian asks

[stringsofstarlight]

11:11

    Ding, went the notification, as I get up, a crumpled mass of human from jumping out of the moving car.   Well, it may have only been going 5mph at this point, yet moving nonetheless.   Checking, patting around for wallet and  phone, the second ding is just to the right of me on the ground.  Picking it up thinking O might be trying to get in touch, but instead was the following, “Thanks for riding with Chad, show your driver some love with a nice tip”.  Yeah, I thought,  “I’ll show him some kind of something,” as I start walking across the threshold of the park images of the felines, and now chad’s crazy ride all a flutter in the mind.   

      Ding, goes the damn phone again, ““Great, chad is gonna DM me to clamor for a tip, which surely ain’t..” but instead was the following, ““be careful, I slipped something your drink when you went to the bathroom, I, I, sorry, be stalwart, see you soon, O”…this message will self destruct in 1,23,…

    “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” asking out loud to myself as the sounds of the crows kept getting louder and louder.   Looking down at the phone, it went completely dark, “can’t be, the phone was just at 80%, no way it’s out, shit, don’t have the charger” all the mundane thoughts that went through the mind.   Gosh, the birds kept getting louder and louder, funny cause there really aren’t that many people around, it was just a normal bustling Manhattan day when I made the plunge from chad’s near death run.    Venturing deeper into the park, a few things begin to look a little bit off, the trees look way less mature than I remember and the receptacles for refuse are way classier and shiny…”What up,” is all I can think, damn chadisms have already sunk in.   That’s when I heard it, ““clippety, clop, clippety, clop…a whole symphony of it getting closer and closer, better duck into the bush, O, did say to watch out,” the thoughts becoming audible as the sounds got louder and louder.   That’s when I saw it, oh, dear reader, it is hard to explain, but here goes somethin’, it was like a parade of carriages all brightly decorated, the noble steeds carrying their occupants, at a slight gallop in a kind of gallantry that was lost after the Great War…

To be continued

I love you always and evermore.❤️‍🔥

🤟🏼💋✨💐💖🙌🏼👑🦋😘🍯🌿💘🤗

Blessings and love to the family.💐

eternal love,

james