#//grabs ribbon

[keydekyie]

Saw this lizard in a dream. I couldn't catch it.

[annarexcouture]

[nightseeye]

More of Pudd! They started off in a more humanoid-esk shape (i forgot to add feet) when they first joined the circus, but over time began to care less and less about small details, things like how many fingers one should have, or if limbs are really necessary at all!

Normal things :]

[skunkes]

Im having feelings over my stupid vampire oc

[dandelionapril]

glitter, ribbons, and white hairs due to stress 🍬🖤🍬

[waybrightgender]

oh my god i had such a concerning dream last night

[broke-on-books]

😍😍😍

[tallbluelady]

A kiss …passionately.

Minthe smiled as she opened the door to Daedalus. He was always dressed to the nines for intimate, unrobed parties and tonight was no different with a tailcoat, waistcoat, gloves, everything. It actually spurred her to wear a more complicated dress tonight with a large ribbon tied with a bow in the back.

"For the biochemist." Daedalus smiled and offered Minthe a sprig of basil.

She smiled and took a whiff of the leaves. "Extra potent, thank you."

After placing the sprig of basil in a vase, she took his arm and they ported to the reception in tandem.

Having given their thanks to the hosts for the invitation, Minthe and Daedalus walked further into the party. Despite this being an unrobed party, Daedalus insisted on refraining holding hands other than to dance. Minthe usually tolerated this but the hall was crowded with guests and despite their height they could get separated if they didn't stay close together. She turned when she felt a slight tug on the back of her dress to see Daedalus shyly take hold of the ribbon there.

Her heart melted at that. She had experienced numerous thrills before with multiple lovers, but Daedalus anxiously taking the ribbon made her head spin. He was so hesitant about it! They had held hands, they had kissed before... but that was in private. That was somewhere safe to show affection if you were uncertain it was going to work out. Amaurot was not a city of uncertainty or failure. Vulnerability was something that was rarely encouraged, and there he was, vulnerable.

"Where to next?" Daedalus asked. "I'm up for anything."

"Uh. Let's get some air. It's a bit stuffy in here," she said, scanning for an exit.

He nodded and they found a dark hallway obscured by a pair of curtains. The rest of the party was turned away, distracted by a performance of some sort.

"If this is for my wellfare, I'm perfectly fine. We've prepared for this - I'm not hungry nor tired, and things are going well with Icarus. Unless you're not feeling well..." His brows furrowed in concern.

Minthe shook her head. "I'm fine... Well, there is something I'd like to do."

He tilted his head in his usual owl-like fashion and she stepped into his space. She continued, slowly pressing him against the wall, hands on his chest and shoulder. Seeing his eyes widen, Minthe took her turn to be shy.

"I... I think I'd like to drop a little propriety tonight, Daedalus. If you'd like. Or if you think that's too much..." She was picking at his lapel rather than watch his expression.

Daedalus cupped her cheek and tilted her head up. "I think I would like to drop some propriety tonight as well."

So they did. Minthe pulled herself up by his lapels and Daedalus pressed his hand to the small of her back. They met in the middle, a little hard at first; Daedalus had moved his hand on her cheek to the nape of her neck for added speed. Minthe smiled at the messiness of it, so different from the few chaste kisses they shared.

They separated for a breath, but she pulled back in as soon as she found his lips again. His fingers wove through locks of hair and she tested her tongue against his teeth. He paused for the briefest of moments but met hers with his own. 

They pressed and pressed and pressed into each other, almost as if they were trying to become one being. It felt good to share these things again, to share how she felt without having to think about how to say it. To have his heart in sync with hers, to enjoy the moment.

Eventually, they truly ran out of breath and had to stop. Minthe leaned onto him, cheek on his collarbone. She decided to watch his aether - it was bouncing erratically as always, but it seemed brighter and more rhythmic in its movements. It matched her own aether's swirls, as if their collective life force was still dancing together, even after they had stopped.

"Uh. We. We should have done this a long time ago." Daedalus idly drew swirls on Minthe's arm, matching her aether.

"I didn't want to rush this. You're precious to me." She kissed his shoulder.

"Minthe..." He shook his head. "Oh, Minthe, your hair, I'm so sorry..."

She touched the top of her head. She was wearing her hair down as she usually did, but Daedalus had really mussed it up. Minthe laughed as she ran her fingers through it to calm it down.

"Did I get it all?" She was still giggling.

"Here..." He smoothed some of it down, then kissed the crown of her head. "Do, ah, do we even want to go back to the party? I think I'd rather continue this at your apartment."

"Hmm." Minthe started to straighten up his coat and vest. "We can go home early if you'd like, but we didn't get any of the food yet."

"Oh. Oh no. We absolutely cannot have that, now can we?" he asked teasingly.

"Nope." She pulled up his tie to be close up to his neck, just as he liked it.

He smiled, peeked around the curtain, and took her hand to return to the party.

Thanks for the prompt! (Daedalus is @azure-dragonsinger)

[twinklecupcake]

"Hm. I should really draw the actual canon characters, rather than my fan-OC over and over.”

Monkey brain: heehee Xiaoqing in pajama go brrrrrrr

[stellarhistoria]

Joining the non-anon club for you, ya sexy bitch, if you're gonna be gay on me and post a meme you get this shit too. Your world-building impresses me day in and out, I love listening to you ramble about your adored characters and fantasies and universes for hours. NO, I do not get tired of it, it's soothing and funny and sad all when it needs to be. Your personality is soothing, like hot cocoa on a snow day, it's always welcome with me, even on your bad days and I feel honored when I get to spend time with you through it all. Times of silence never seems to truly effect how we interact and my socially anxious ass is forever grateful for it.

You are stunning, uplifting, supportive, and I will always be around even when quiet if you will have me sweetheart, I'm forever proud of you. Still going to bully you like an older sister.

thots & prayers  // accepting.

[fastasyoucan1999]

so lonely i’m looking up Mr Bingley and Jane on google images

[fishy-moirails]

Fun fact: no one actually taught these two about the concept of romance so these teens though it was a normal thing to stare at your friends for long periods of time!

[whimsyprinx]

i balance dressing the way I do by also making a bunch of gremlin ass noises

[stylishanachronism]

Y’know, for something I wrapped in a spare grocery bag and decorated with office supplies, this didn’t turn out too badly!

[screampied]

✩ㅤ cw. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationship, vırgin nanami, cowgirl, praise, size kink, premature ejac, mdni.

virgin nanami loses it once you tell him to ditch the condom.

“sweetheart, i—” he’d swallow, choking up on his words once cool air settles against his skin. he swallows, chewing on his bottom lip once he feels a brand new feeling. the rubbery latex wasn’t blocking him anymore, and he groans once his swollen tip smears up against your entrance. soaked, he grows quiet once he looks down to see your dripping pussy hovering over his reddened frenulum that’s tearing up with glossed pre-cum. “god, ‘s warm,” the blond sucks in a single quickened breath as a curling pout twists against his lips. “a- are you sure?”

“ ‘m sure, baby,” you whisper up against the hot shell of his ear. he’s so warm, his entire body arouse with temperature all because of the sweet sound of your voice. the center of your palm rubs against his cheek and he leans into your touch. metaphoric heart eyes form in his eyes as they dilate, his own thumping heart beating out of his chest. “ ‘s okay, inside.”

“f- fuck,” nanami’s head gradually tosses itself back, and with quick alignment, he’s back inside. he kisses his teeth once he feels the real thing, your silvery walls massaging around him. the glossy sweat that pours onto his skin shines against his body glimmers brightly. he groans, letting off a soft whine once he feels the brief tightness grow snug. “you’re gonna make me—”

and within seconds, he’s cumming, hard. nanami barely even last a second after you take off the rubber, and he’s an entire mess. with a firm grasp, he’s reanimating your hips with his hands as you slowly jerk and move. “please,” he gently pierces his teeth into your neck, shivering breath ghosting against your skin. “don’t stop, s- show me how to feel good, please.”

his words were like a broken rough whisper — you pause, staring into his eyes and he’s sincere.

nanami’s heavily panting, beads of sweat racing down each sides of his forehead. fawn kind eyes bore into yours before he glances down at your sprawled out legs. “so pretty,” he hiccups, and even his touch was delicate. he was always gentle, he didn’t want to hurt you. a few thick padded fingers drag and scurry down your hips before his lip quivers. “i- i want you, i want more.”

“so have me then,” you coo against his ear, the tone of your voice more teasing than anything. as your hips start to salaciously rock into him again, you grab onto both of his wrists, trying to guide him. “there we go, ‘ken,” you whisper, and you can hear a bundle of wanton whimpers leave from his lips—never has he had a feeling like this, ever. he was so weak from your touch, your body heat, your taste. as your fingers tenderly brush against his, you make him cling onto your rickety waist. “hold me, like this.”

nanami groans, and he’s still sensitive, very. he just came, ribbons of balmy hot seed shoots deep into you and it’s warm. it makes both of his ears ring and he only wants more, more, more.

“okay,” he replies in a husky voice, and you can see blond shaggy strands of hair glue across his forehead. “o- okay,” he repeats, his tone dropping a bit lower. the bed mercilessly creaks as your rocking accelerates, his bulbous tip jabbing around every part of your cunt. once you show him how to touch you, he just can’t keep his hands off of you. “i dreamt about this for so long, sweetheart,” and he watches your pretty lips contort into an amused simper. “s- sorry, is that too dirty?”

“it’s fine baby,” you plant a kiss near the inside of his neck. a long breath gets caught in his throat. he’s about to say something else but he pauses, pouting deeply. cute, he’s embarrassed. nanami’s cock continues to rummage through your doughy insides, so much pressure that you feel it everywhere. your sappy folds squelch within each solid thrust before your arms wrap around his broad shoulders. “you dream about me?”

“sometimes, yeah,” he huffs, and the irregular unkempt thrusts slowly transform into pure blissful sync. nanami looks so pretty, he’s losing the more you bounce on his cock. so good, his jaw tightens and he’s feeling every vein in his body prod. you were starting to grow dumb as each second past and your moans only grew louder right with him. nanami’s head buries itself into your neck before he lefts off a frustrated whine. “it’s hard not to when you’re so pretty,” and his voice cracks at the end. you feel the tip of his tongue swirl around near your collarbone and you gasp. “god, you’re even prettier inside t- too.”

“yeah?” you whisper, creating a trail of sloppy kisses down the slip of his exposed neck. he’s moaning more at your touch. you feel his beefy thigh start to bounce before his palm squeezes against your bare ass. “you gonna cum for me again, kento? ‘s okay, be a good boy ‘n make a mess for me.”

a sheepish smile stretches against his lips, though instead of sheepish smile—it’s more of a pussy drunk one.

as you stare at him, his dimples poke against both sides of his cheeks and he’s getting lost into the way your hips twirl around him. “your good boy, mhm. all yours, ‘m gonna cum a- again,” and his voice lowers significantly. your clit’s profusely getting thwacked and mashed up against his fattened tip and it’s so appetizing. with nanami’s soft mousy eyes flicking backward until it’s nothing but pure white in his sockets, he gives your ass a soft spank. “k- keep riding me like that ‘n i’m gonna fall in love.”

and it’s right as he said that — he came again.

this time it’s a lot more. it’s thicker and languidly, you feel it spew out in velvety strips. his entire base was flaccid and he’s just idle inside of you. nanami’s whimpering underneath you as his legs finally collapse. you watch him fall back against the cushioned pillows and he’s so flustered. “mhh,” he grouses as multiple jittery pants leave from his lips. nanami wraps strong burly arms around you, holding you close. “stay,” he rasps, still hearing the sloshes of his dribbling cum trickle in and out of you. he’s shivering, his teeth shattering and he’s never felt more sensitive. he’s definitely in love.

“okay,” you nod, feeling him hide his head into the crook of your neck again. he’s so clingy—but you didn’t mind, and his warm breath tickles against your skin. you get a brief scent of his rich cologne scent that drives forevermore drove you weak. sitting up to press a chaste kiss against his twitching ruby lips, you whisper shakily. “good boy.”

and nanami’s eyes were so half lidded, your praises—he couldn’t get enough of them. seconds later and he’s still pouring into you deep, painting your gummy walls with his pristine-white color. with droopy eyes and flapping long lashes taking in your beauty, nanami whines. “more, don’t stop fucking me,” and you let off a gasp once he suddenly lifts you off his lap, lying you flat on your back. you land with a soft ‘oof’ before he spreads your legs, gazing at the satiny masses of cum that race down the crevices of your thighs.

“please,” and you moan once he drags his tongue up your legs, stopping towards your puffy clit. “teach me h- how to eat this,” and his eyes rove towards your slobbering cunt. you feel butterflies build up in your tummy before nanami’s quite literally drooling right before you. not only was he probably in love, he was also hungry.

“please mistress.”

[motormovement]

they need to make a calypso that is less fuckable