#spicy countdown

[they-them-mayhem]

Let's start some spicy fun ;)

So, when I first started Let Me In back in 2012 when I was but a wee baby, I SWORE that I would never write smut in my life.

Well.

That was a lie.

I realized that we're all thirsty bitches and the fanfictions with the most views usually had smut in them. So, I broke my rule and started writing smut. And, you, know, it wasn't as bad as I thought. In fact...

Anyway, the point of this post is to start a smut counter! I thought it would be something funny to do as a throwback to baby!Tori to see how smutty new Let Me In gets, and something we can just laugh about.

Let's begin!

Current smut count: 4

[stardustasincocaine]

@carryon-countdown

Day 1 - creature

It’s time for COC(k)!!

…..sorry, Rainbow.

[tlmtwelve]

@pinahallowsevecloneparty Prompt: "You little devil..."

(I wasn't sure if this is an acceptable ship for this challenge, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from sketching it 😉)

Couldn't decide between the light or dark background, so here's both!

[stealthnoodle]

I live-skeeted my Persona 5 Joker hot sauce experience and I think Tumblr needs to know about it too

[facewithoutheart]

Have Your Cake and Eat It Out of Your Boyfriend's Arse, Too

Baz eats Simon's arse for the first time. Simon is nervous, so they add cake.

Part of @carryon-countdown 2022: Cake

[E, 1.8k, Established Relationship, Rimming, Cake, Felching]

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[birdybirdnerd]

36 stannarrator ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

A kiss...

36: ...to give up control.

ehehehehe......

ill admit, this is partially inspired by this drawing @queenburd made

The tip of a leather dress shoe nudged under Stanley's chin. He raised his head, eyes tracking up the Narrator's form as his gaze was dragged slowly up to meet the fellow's eyes.

Bathed in the red danger-lights of the facility on lockdown, the Narrator was a sight to behold. Dark, dangerous, a sly grin sharp on his teeth- the image made Stanley's already-fast heartbeat kick up another notch into overdrive, as the anticipation built heady in his gut and in his head.

"If you want to throw my story off track," the fellow purred, tracing Stanley's cheek with the toe of his shoe, "you're going to have to try a lot harder than that, dear boy."

Stanley pulled slightly at the bonds holding him snug. They didn't give, not even a little. That fact made a delirious giggle bubble up in his chest as the situation spiraled deliciously.

The Narrator moved, slid off the table with the two buttons and dropped soundlessly to his knees in front of Stanley. With Stanley's crouched, hunched position, the fellow still held the height advantage as he leaned over him.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, letting the act slip for a moment to show a sliver of genuine concern.

Stanley nodded, grinning wide and excited.

The Narrator smiled. Pressing a quick, sweet kiss to Stanley's lips, he pulled back, letting the mask of cold contempt fall back over his face.

"Good. Then let's begin."

[mumblelard]

i missed walks this week due to unwellness and a nice morning spent with my mom driving her to all of the shops. house rules dictate a morning ramble no matter what the conditions

boba doesn't believe in rules

[that-disabled-princess]

I thought I'd compile a list of my favorite lines I've written for this year's @carryon-countdown, so here it is! (There is also some commentary from me.)

I wanted to narrow this list down so it was shorter, but I talked myself out of it. Self-love is important, and I've been needing some of that this month.

From Of loss and love

Here in the dark, where no one can see me, hear me, where no one can find me, I let myself cry. I let my head fall back onto the hard wood of my tomb.

Staring off with an angsty one, but I love how poetic this line is. The poetic lines always tend to be some of my favorites.

From day 7: veil

Instead, I say, “Okay,” and, “Glad you were finally able to let all that bottled up anger out.”

Simon is just so funny to me right here.

From 101 ways to snag yourself a vampire: Romance edition

37. Sympathize with him when he says that Illinois is the “land of the damned.”

As a resident of Illinois, this is constantly hilarious to me.

55. Buy him a rose gold engagement ring.

When will someone buy me a rose gold engagement ring?

56. Stand by his side while he and his aunt’s boyfriend fight for vampire rights.

I wanted to quote over half the lines in this fic as my favorite line, but I'll stick to just three.

From day 18: shepherd

Taking a deep breath, Baz nods. “I want to pet the puppies.”

Baz is just so damn cute when he says this. I could live in the moment of this line forever.

From hair love under dragon's touch

Baz is sitting on the coffee table in front of me, hair wind-tousled and comb in hand. All I would need to do is shift my eyes two feet up to where his own eyes are, grey and beautiful and barely mine…

Another poetic line. I think of the phrase "grey and beautiful and barely mine" a lot.

My hands are still in Baz’s hair, and I feel as though I’ve just been accused of committing a crime.

I love giving Simon lines I think are funny. (And also giving Simon my inner chaos demon.)

It’s a good thing that today is Sunday and that I don’t have to go anywhere because I’d like to stay right here with my face buried in my fiancé’s tits.

Tiddy 🥰

From Bat Baz, bat Baz, go flying with your dragon boyfriend

The night air is crisp; the snow is slowing down and the clouds are clearing from the sky, making way for the stars.

..

There’s never a moment where I’m not in love with him, but in this moment, here with him under the stars, I adore him.

..

Together we float in the air, turning in a slow circle, kissing under the stars.

Do I even need to explain the poetic lines at this point? I just... I love them.

Some more from spicy fics under the cut!

From Mark of the Beast

It comes with a heady rush of power, the knowledge that he can make this so-called vampire, the leader of his enemy, turn defenseless by his hands. (By his mouth.) (By his cock.)

Honestly, the entirety of my Lambden fic is my favorite line, but I'll restrain myself xD This was such a fun fic to write.

“When you make noise, you’re going to let everyone in this bar hear it. You’re going to let everyone hear your groans as if they were the bass reverberating in their skulls; let them know how good you take it.”

The imagery that the phrase "as if they were the bass reverberating in their skulls" creates is just *chef's kiss*

From Something to suck on

He caresses my tail between his fingers, firmly, how I like it, presses wet kisses along the base, bites at it, drags his tongue along it. I can barely think with the way Baz is taking me apart. Morgana, has my tail always been this sensitive?

Baz moans around my tail, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. He moans again, and I whine.

I’m being loud. (Can the neighbors hear me, even with Baz’s silencing spell? Fuck, I want them to. They need to know that this gorgeous man is mine. They need to know how good Baz takes care of me.)

I'm cheating my own rules by posting multiple paragraphs, but I love these three paragraphs. So so much. This was another super fun fic to write! We need more tail porn in this fandom.

From Reviewing bridges with Simon Snow (the fic itself isn't NSFW, but what I have to say about this line is)

Simon: *dreamily* Oh, yeah, I have some good memories of that bridge. Baz and I fucked there a few times.

I just love public sex and exhibitionism kinks.

If anyone wants to join me on the self-love train and post some of your favorite lines/arts/etc that you wrote or drew for this year's COC, I would love to see them!

[confused-bi-queer]

Lee does COC and then disappears!

Welcome to my porn!

This is for prompt 4 (CAKE) for the Carry On Countdown 2022

Rating: Explicit

Words: 8.4 k (I hate myself, this was supposed to be short.)

Summary: Cake makes Simon horny and Baz doesn't mind that much. AKA: cake smut. That's it, that's the fic

Enjoy, like they enjoyed the cake:)

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[lavendarneverlands]

Tagged by: @mysterylilycheeta thx <3

Last song: That’s So True by Gracie Abrams

Favorite color: Lavender & also blue

Last book: Kingdom of Ash (currently on Crescent City #1 House of Earth & Blood)

Last TV show: The Great British Bake-Off (I’m watching it right now😂)

Last movie: Deadpool & Wolverine

Sweet/spicy/savory: yes… I love them all😂 ranking is sweet/savory/spicy (if salty was an option it would be #1)

Relationship status: Single & (unless some magical human stumbles into my life or book characters become real) too focused on keeping up with life’s ✨chaos✨

Last thing I googled: “how to force stop a printer” — it’s still printing as I type this, we’re on return slip #6 & I have given up🤦‍♀️

Current obsession: still any & everything Maasverse! And custom book binding/fore-edge painting.

Looking forward to: picking up my puppy (well it won’t be a puppy it’ll be at least a year or 2 old, but still).

Tag list (no pressure & welcome to all :-) @tothestarsinvelaris @romantasyreader28 @certifieddorianandcassiansimp @highladyelenna @i-dont-like-choosing-usernames @shadowhunters77 @wannaberachelgrxxn @chaos-on-stand-bi @cheap-spirits @freyjas-musings

Ten People I'd Like To Get To Know Better

(Original post by @off-brand-halloween-ghost I just wanted to shorten the thread)

Tagged by: @spider-jaysart <3

Last song: "Through Me (The Flood)" By Hozier

Favorite color: Blue

Last book: "Mythos" By Stephen Fry

Last movie: ...Mean Girls 2024...

Last tv show: Technically "Agatha All Along"

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory (but I don't mind a little sweet and spicy action okay)

Relationship status: I'm the final girl and unfortunately it is NOT Jennifer's Body.

Last thing i googled: "Jennifer's Body"

Current obsession: My Writing (laughs in narcissism)

Looking forward to: Getting some art made finally

tagging: @im-not-buying-it-ether @radioactive-earthshine @shadowuserannie @tododeku-or-bust @kara-zor-els @authenticaussie @fancyfade @cheeweburgev @shrugsinchinese @strawberrysoop

I GOT TO 10 SOMEONE GIVE ME A COOKIE

[teamred]

obvious

✩‌ merchant!qimir x acolyte!reader | fluff | angst | humor | 2.3k

SUMMARY | during an evening of drinking with qimir, he strangely asks if you've ever thought about dating your master.

WARNINGS | kissing, drinking, implications of a spicy time post-story

RATING | teen+

NOTES | again this is probably outside of canon but all i can say is ilq (i love qimir)

///

In the lower level of Qimir’s newest target of a store invasion, several drunken bottles of alcohol and used shot glasses clutter the front counter. You sit across from him on a high stool, as if you were a customer to his bartending. 

Which wasn’t quite far off, since he was the one who poured and bought everything for you tonight. Qimir had called for a celebration; you had successfully raided a small village nearby, seizing all valuable goods and leaving no witnesses behind. You did it for yourself, but also for your anonymous master–the same one Qimir serves. 

While you are your master’s dedicated pupil, Qimir’s tasked with being your resourceful guide. He follows you across the galaxy, always having anything you need at your disposal and knowing where to go, who to find, and how to concoct everything from anything.

Sure, he may be clumsy and occasionally overly inquisitive, but you’ve grown to like him. 

So much that you're retelling the time when a female Gungan tried to fight you in a cantina on Tatooine.

“And so, it turned out they thought I was the one who stole her ex-boyfriend, but it was the human at the table next to mine!”

Qimir breaks into a smile and nearly spits out the lomin ale in his mouth. After a fit of coughing and swallowing his drink, he shakes his head fondly. He seems truly amused and fully relaxed, though perhaps mostly due to the alcohol.

A few beats pass. It's a comfortable silence at first. 

But then he starts playing with the stem of his bottle, and the air slowly begins to shift. It shifts entirely when he asks the next question–

“Why aren't you like this around him?” 

Him referring to your shared master. 

The mixture of spicebrew, lomin ale, Corellian wine, and whatever else you had has lowered your filter completely. You answer frankly, folding out your fingers to list the reasons. 

“Firstly, he needs to get me drunk. Secondly, he’s not you, Qimir. And third, disregarding everything I just said: how do you know I'm not?”

“Am I wrong?” he presses, his eyes fixed on you as he raises an eyebrow and takes another swig of his drink.

“I mean, if he eventually shows his face to me, maybe I could. But until then…” 

Nonchalantly, you lift a shoulder and down the rest of what’s in your cup. After finishing, you lean back onto the counter, resting your chin in your upturned palm, and wait for him to fill your cup again. 

And so he does, but Qimir becomes uncharacteristically pensive. Eyes focused on serving you, rather than on you. After pouring your drink, his playfulness with the bottle turns into a tight-fisted grip. Maybe drunk Qimir was more somber. Quiet.

“Maybe…” His voice drops to a lower, deeper register than you’re used to, his eyes avoiding yours as his mouth tightens. An index finger rhythmically taps against his bottle, like a dooming countdown. “Maybe he’s not sure if you’re loyal enough to see his face.” 

The sudden slamming of your cup against the counter breaks his demeanor, and he’s back to being his usual, easily-startled self. 

“Well, that frustrates the shit out of me because I respect him!” you cry, almost yelling at him. 

Qimir’s gaze sharpens, giving you his entire attention, and you stare back resolutely. Readying yourself, as if confiding in him might reach your master’s ears, wherever he may be. Hell, he probably was listening with a device somewhere on Qimir, on you, or within the store.  

“I obey him. I've killed for him. I’d do anything for him,” your voice slightly wavers, but you push on. “I am literally devoted to him with every breath in my body.” 

There’s a sting in your eyes, but you refuse to let yourself show weakness, even if it’s just Qimir in front of you. Bringing the cup to your mouth, you let the burn scald your throat, drowning any trace of sadness or frustration. 

You chug for some time. After a while, Qimir lifts a hand, but you abruptly stop drinking and interject with a tired chuckle and small smile; he awkwardly drops his hand. 

The serious moment passes swiftly with a twinkle in your eye. You silently thank the alcohol for that.

“Although, maybe that's half a lie.”

In the corner of your vision, you catch the intrigued quirk in Qimir’s eyebrow, along with a flicker of anger. Barely noticeable, but it’s there, and you wonder why he would be angry.

You waggle a finger. “Keep this between us, but”—you lean in closer and drop your voice to a whisper—“I'm probably more devoted to you than to him.”

You exchange a glance, and the expression on his face shifts from seriousness to amusement, the flicker of anger completely dissipated. He mirrors your earlier stance, resting his chin in his palm. 

“That's only because I help you all the time,” he says, granting you a soft smile that reaches his eyes. 

This is a rare moment from Qimir, so you try your best to commit it to memory. Remembering his warm glow, the crinkles around his eyes, and how close he is to you. So close that the hint of the alcohol in his breath brushes your face, but it’s not as strong as you thought it would be.

“Well, there's that…” you admit, nodding, and you break eye contact as you say–

“But you're also my friend, Qimir.”

You barely breathe the last few words out in a whisper, almost as if you were ashamed to say it. But you aren’t–worry merely runs rampant as you fear rejection or something of a similar shade, despite it being just a platonic confession. 

“I am?” 

His reaction causes you to peer back at him. He draws his head back with a tilt, and you’ve never seen him so puzzled before. There’s a brief pause as he gives it some thought, his eyebrows furrowing in contemplation.

Then, he nods his head and his lips curl into a crooked, almost cocky, grin. 

“Huh. I guess I am.”

You clutch your chest in jest and muster your best puppy-eyed frown. “Ouch, if I knew this relationship was that one-sided, I would’ve asked him for another one of his followers to replace you.” 

The glimmer in his eyes reads as good-natured, but the blatant flexing of his grip against the edge of the counter says otherwise. 

“You wouldn't.”   

You push back, jutting out your chin and getting close to him again with a flash of a smirk. 

“Oh, I absolutely would.”

You stare at each other, holding your ground. 

But then he breaks the little game when he slightly drags his lower lip between his teeth, followed by a fleeting glance towards your mouth.

Your breathing hitches. 

In an instant, the moment shatters when Qimir clears his throat and pulls back.  

“Do you…” Qimir begins hesitantly, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing a random spot on the counter. He inhales deeply, almost as if he’s steeling himself, then continues, “Have you ever thought you and him could be, like, something more?”

“You mean…” You squint, searching for the right words. “...have I ever thought about dating my master?” 

“Mm-hmm.” 

You raise an eyebrow and stare blankly at him. 

“You've met him, right? We’re talking about the same guy?”

Before he answers, he sips again from his bottle. You become entranced by Qimir’s Adam’s apple as it bobs with each glug. Maybe these thoughts were being filtered through beer goggles, but if Qimir wanted to know about your current ranked dating choices, he'd probably be at the top of your list. 

A soft pop sounds as his lips detach from it. The word kissable flashes through your mind. 

“I mean, I know he's not really the talkative type but–”

“But what if he's butt-ass ugly?” you blurt out in a screech, pressing your hands into your cheeks in your drunken state.

“He is not butt-ass ugly,” Qimir cuts in, more defensively than you expect. 

You drop your hands and chortle loudly, so much that it echoes throughout the store. In disbelief, you grin ear to ear. 

“I thought you said you haven't seen him before!” you say, holding out an arm. 

“I—I didn't. Haven't! I haven’t,” he stammers, raising a hand and shaking his head. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair. “But why must you assume he's ugly?”

You groan, shaking closed fists and tapping them to your forehead. “Why else wouldn’t he take off that stupid mask?” 

You glance up, seeing Qimir’s nostrils flare as he opens his mouth, but you quickly cut him off. 

“And why would I like him that way anyway? All he does is just bark orders and share wise, yet oddly cryptic, phrases.” 

“Hey, so do I,” Qimir retorts, flicking the tip of your nose with his finger. The force he uses makes your nose sting a bit, but you’re sure he didn’t mean to flick you that roughly. In response, you ruffle your nose petulantly. 

You could definitely get used to being like this with Qimir more often. 

“Yeah, but you’re not as cryptic,” you point out, “and he’d be lucky if he was half as handsome as you, Qimir.”

You lightly touch his arm, expecting him to bask in your compliment, but he catches you off guard with a chuckle instead. 

“Why are you laughing at my compliment?” you ask, somewhat hurt.

“I'm just enjoying your company, my”—he hesitates for a second, as if catching himself from saying something else, before meeting your gaze—“my friend.” 

The way he says friend hangs in the air, carrying an unspoken weight. He shakes his head, as if brushing off a thought, and laughs awkwardly. “I’ve gotta get used to that.”

Surprisingly, he continues to dwell on the subject of you and your master. “I mean, if you really think about it, the guy's probably lonely. Probably also likes you a lot more than he lets on and–”

“Okay, stop.” You hold both hands out. “Why are you trying to set me up with him?” You gasp, “Oh, my god–is he your brother?” 

“Wow, time flies by so fast!” Qimir exclaims dramatically, quickly getting up from his stool and practically tripping on his own feet. “It’s getting late, and I’m gonna head to bed. Good night!” 

In the blink of an eye, he’s already darting upstairs to his temporary bedroom. 

“Qimir, answer me!” you call out. “Is he a distant cousin? You must’ve seen him before if he’s related to you.” 

“Good night, my friend!” he hollers back.

“Qimir, get back here!”

“Sweet dreams! And drink some water before you go to bed!” 

Even in moments like these, Qimir still manages to have the final say, his words always laced with the utmost care for you.

///

A few hours go by, the moonlight shining strongly in the night sky. In the comfort of your makeshift bed nestled in one of the corners of the store, you toss and turn aimlessly. Your mind replays everything with Qimir from the last few hours.

And then realization hits you like a sack of duracrete bricks.

You bolt upright up from the bed and switch between muffling a scream in your pillow and smacking it against your face. 

How could you have been so blind to how obvious it all was?

Throwing aside your covers, you carefully and quietly tiptoe upstairs. 

At the top of the stairs, with the help of a few burning candles nearby, you peek at the sight of Qimir snoring softly on his side, arms flopped in different directions; it warms your heart.

You approach and take a seat on the empty side of his bed, summoning courage to gently trace the contours of his face, following the sharp lines of his jaw. He stirs awake moments later, turning to face you directly. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Qimir mumbles groggily. He rubs his eyes. “Everything all right?” 

“Qimir, can you pass a message onto my master?” you ask urgently. 

“Right now?” he groans in annoyance, sitting up. “Can't it wait until morning?” 

“No, I'm sure you can pass it on now. It’s a pretty simple message.” 

You lean in. It’s a quick kiss as your hand rests on his arm. It has to be quick, or else you might change your mind. 

Plush lips press against yours. It’s still and tense for a beat, and then he replies with a slight kiss back. He’s the one who breaks away first, but he leans his forehead against yours.

“Uh, I… You want me to kiss him?” he asks in confusion. 

You slide your hands to the nape of his neck.

“If you mean kissing yourself, then yes, Master.” 

Like flipping a switch, Qimir’s demeanor transforms into something entirely else. His presence intensifies, exuding confidence and strength you’re unused to. His eyes darken, locking onto yours with a gaze that can penetrate your soul. 

His rich, deep voice returns from before, now tinged with authority.

“Took you long enough, my acolyte.”  

This Qimir—your master—moves swiftly with urgency. His grip on your body is firm, almost possessive. His kisses are passionate, his tongue exploring your mouth with fervor. 

“Told you I'm not ‘butt-ass ugly,’” he mumbles, almost growling, between kisses. You giggle, but your giggle quickly turns into a moan as he presses his body firmly into yours.  

“And my mask isn’t stupid. I'll have you know it saved me so many–”

You silence your master with another kiss, focusing on the present and pushing aside debates that could be saved for later.

For now, all you want is to remain in the comfort of his bed, letting the night truly begin, marking the beginning of what your master and you have unknowingly long awaited for. 

[twoandahalfstudios]

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[suntoru]

─ ✰ COUNTDOWN TO YOUR LOVE!!

✧˚ · . 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 most definitely does not have a crush on his best friend. so what’s this feeling when somebody else is planning on confessing to you?

— warnings: oblivious gojo af, fluff, mild violence, might be ooc, please be nice i have only watched like the first episode of jjk, idk what else

— author’s note: is it shittily written? yes. but is it finished? also yes. HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES &lt;;33

“guys, guys, brace yourself for the tea i have!! nanamin is gonna confess to y/n tonight at the new years party!!”

“huh?! seriously?” nobara gasps theatrically, her eyes widening in interest. she springs up from the couch, tail -imaginary or not-wagging in anticipation as she eagerly leans in for the juicy gossip.

*chokes* "...what?" gojo gags on his tea, coughing violently. he's surely joking. there's no way. "y/n, as in like, my best friend, y/n?"

“i know, right? i was surprised too!! after all, i was sure mister nanami was more interested in marrying his paperwork than finding real love, but that’s what i heard!” yuji spills, enthusiasm radiating from every word.

"that's... great." gojo manages to mutter, and for once, he has nothing ese to say.

“it’s about time, he’s pushing thirty, and he’s still single… as the youngsters say, he has… L rizz.” nobara laughs boisterously with her hands on her hips, thoroughly entertained by her own joke. meanwhile, yuji cocks his head in confusion at his friend's delusions. …is she going senile?

“well, aren’t you also single…?”

'hush, yuji! the point is, there's gonna be some spicy drama!" nobara squeals, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "we're talking romance unraveling like a well-scripted k-drama!! get ready for some flashy love confessions, and hopefully, a heart-fluttering kiss scene!!"

11: 56 PM

fuck, why can't i focus? gojo groans as he loses yet another round of mario kart to nobara. the image of you lingers in his mind from earlier that day, engaged in conversation with the blonde. he can't ignore the subtle indications; your flustered demeanor, a slight tint of pink on your cheeks, your refusal to make eye contact. clear signs of a crush. you surely like him back, there's no denying it.

and he should be happy for his friend— should be, but all he can feel is an unexplainable tightness that grips his chest, like a weight he can't shake off. he can't quite put a pin on it, it's an unknown emotion, but it all feels ugly nonetheless. it must have been something he ate earlier. ...yeah, that's it.

as he tries to ignore the overwhemling feeling of dispair, his attention flickers to the lively scene, and there you are, donning one of those goofy 2024 glasses that make your whole demeanor even more endearing. a lopsided smile graces your face as you engage in cheerful banter with megumi, and just like that, a fuzzy feeling envelops him, coaxing a smile to creep up on his face involuntarily. but before he can revel in the moment, a sudden flick on his forehead disrupts his thoughts.

"hey— ow, what was that for?" he whines, rubbing his forehead and directing a puzzled gaze towards utahime.

"you're so dense." she huffs in annoyance, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes at his apparent obliviousness. he looks up at her, confusion etched across his features.

"i- huh? whaddya mean by that?" he stares at her in confusion. utahime sighs in exasperation, irritation visible. "how stupid are you? do i have to spell it out for you? you. like. y/n." the words hang in the air. ...i ... like... y/n...?

and then it hits him like a brick wall. the reason behind stinging feeling in his chest. you being with nanami meant no more midnight snack runs, no more drunken gossip sessions, no more attempts to fluster you. those simple pleasures, the serotonin rush sparked by your mere smile, threaten to slip away.

the thought of losing you; his best friend, his one and only, shakes him to the bottom of his core. his heart, like a drum, pounds in his chest, a resounding beat of denial and awakening. ...no way... he couldn't... does he...?

could he truly say that the way he always seems to gravitate towards you in group gatherings, the way his eyes subconsciously find their way towards yours, the sudden surge of warmth he gets when you praise him was all truly platonic? perhaps he didn't acknowledge it before, but his heart has long declared what he only now comprehends: he loves you. he loves you.

he's loved you ever since you were five and he was seven, when you announced proudly to everyone that you were now his best friend for life. he's loved you when you were eleven and he was thirteen, when you sought refuge in his arms, tears streaming down your face because of a bully. he's loved you when you were eighteen and he was twenty, hung up on some random jerk who didn't even treat you right.

his eyes dart over to where nanami is, pacing closer towards you— he's going to lose everything if he doesn't move.

he can't lose you.

so he runs across the large room, dashing towards you, heaving and huffing. "FIVE!" everybody begins to chant. "gojo?" you good? need something?" "FOUR!" your voice is soft and sweet, like a honeyed daydream, etched with concern. how could he not have realized, it was you all along? it was always going to be you. "THREE!" "hey." he says breathlessly. "yeah?" you mumble, curious as to what he was about to say next. "TWO!" "slap me if you hate it." "hate what?" "ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"

he pulls you towards him, using both hands to grab your face, planting a passionate on your plush lips, your eyes widening as everybody else cheers knowingly.

bonus!! earlier:

"you like him. gojo."

nanami simply states, a ghost of a smile on his lips. you feel your face heat up. how did he know? was it that obvious? that's so embarrassing... oh my god. you can't look him in the eye, you just want to shrivel up and disappear in the ground... "you're both so stupidly oblivious." he mutters under his breath.

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[stonecoldmeme]

@painedprince

There was a warm hum of appreciation in feeling Noctis shudder and tense, in the way it seemed to pull just that much little bit more pleasure out of him, but actual words were still a few seconds off. Along with movement that wasn't just an extra little squeeze, not that either of them particularly minded. He would roll off, but first...

First, just. Breathing. Making a pleased sound without being totally aware of it while his sense kind of drifted back to the moment and not some far off but fantastically good pleasure realm or whatever. Yeah that'd been a good orgasm, huh... "I love you too, Noct." He finally managed with enough control of himself to get up on his elbows and smile down at his fiance. "Want me to get stuff to clean us up..?"

Sure he had an idea of what the answer was going to be, but it was polite to ask.

"Ah-!" He came undone as soon as Prompto did. Everything was sweaty and sensitive, but he didn't want to let go. Instead, he just held on somewhat limply.

"I... I love you." and as soon as he recovered, he'd be just as snuggly as he was a moment before.

[facewithoutheart]

the place he last knew rest

In a world where the Mage kills Baz instead of Ebb, Simon finds a second chance in an unlikely place.

[M, 3.7k, Malcolm Grimm/Simon Snow, Temporary MCD, Age Gap, Animal Death, Angst with an Open/Hopeful Ending]

Part of @carryon-countdown 2022: Side Ships/Alternate Ships

Read on AO3

[33max]

Winter Warmers ☃️

Winter Warmers is taking place in December and there will be daily prompts for you to write, draw, or create.

There are two different prompt lists for Winter Warmers - a spicy list ❤️‍🔥, and then a fluffy list🧣from @leatherandcherryblossoms! You can stick to one list, mix and match your daily prompts, or if you're feeling adventurous try and incorporate both prompts into one creation. It is totally up to you!

Tag #winterwarmers2024 so we can see your work!

Day 1: ❤️‍🔥 Lingerie | 🧣 Coffee on a Cold Morning

Day 2: ❤️‍🔥 Coming Untouched | 🧣 Evening Fire

Day 3: ❤️‍🔥 Dildo | 🧣 Holding Hands

Day 4: ❤️‍🔥 Frottage | 🧣 Cuddling For Warmth

Day 5: ❤️‍🔥 Praise | 🧣 Tree Lighting/Fireworks

Day 6: ❤️‍🔥 Threesome | 🧣 Playing in The Snow

Day 7: ❤️‍🔥 Omegaverse | 🧣 Blanket Fort

Day 8: ❤️‍🔥 Humiliation | 🧣 Holiday Decorating/Baking

Day 9: ❤️‍🔥 Big Cock | 🧣 Work Holiday Party

Day 10: ❤️‍🔥 Sweat | 🧣 Holiday Travel

Day 11: ❤️‍🔥 Virginity | 🧣 Ugly Sweaters

Day 12: ❤️‍🔥 Daddy/Mommy | 🧣 Mistletoe Kisses

Day 13: ❤️‍🔥 Free Use | 🧣 Cold Hands/Feet

Day 14: ❤️‍🔥 Pillow Humping | 🧣 Holiday Shopping

Day 15: ❤️‍🔥 Roleplay | 🧣 Ice Skating

Day 16: ❤️‍🔥 Omorashi | 🧣 Secret Santa

Day 17: ❤️‍🔥 Public Sex | 🧣 Hot Cocoa

Day 18: ❤️‍🔥 Orgasm Denial | 🧣 Christmas Market

Day 19: ❤️‍🔥 Bondage | 🧣 Holiday Magic

Day 20: ❤️‍🔥 Thigh Riding | 🧣 Matching Pyjamas

Day 21: ❤️‍🔥 Squirting | 🧣 Winter Storm

Day 22: ❤️‍🔥 Gang Bang | 🧣 Presents

Day 23: ❤️‍🔥 Small Cock | 🧣 Singles Holiday Party

Day 24: ❤️‍🔥 Crying | 🧣 New Traditions

Day 25: ❤️‍🔥 Glory Hole | 🧣 Holiday Alone Time

Day 26: ❤️‍🔥 Cock Warming | 🧣 Snowed In

Day 27: ❤️‍🔥 Edging | 🧣 Wrapped Up Warm Walk

Day 28: ❤️‍🔥 Lactation | 🧣 Cozy Hobbies

Day 29: ❤️‍🔥 Somnophilia | 🧣 Seeing Family

Day 30: ❤️‍🔥 Spanking | 🧣 Lights

Day 31: ❤️‍🔥 Overstimulation | 🧣 NYE Countdown