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[scaredforboomboom]

take a fuckin' sip babes ☕

[marciliedonato]

This show is all about having a quick yaoi break but ALSO a quick yuri break #feminism

[bloodlegacies]

Don't have an ask just wanted to say i hope you are well and taking care of my Hayden. I mean of yourself.

I meant!!! Taking care of yourself, duh! 😇❤️

😆 I will, don't worry, thank you for asking 😁❤👍. I hope you and everyone there are doing well too. I'm going to enjoy a cup of coffee here, good night to you all.

[keopihaus]

The Roast Level is a tool our patrons use to rate the darkness of their content based on the amount of intimate scenes as well as the type of intimate scenes. This rating meter was inspired by the Spice-O-Meter over at KSmutSociety and modified to fit our theme at KeopiHaus. We use this to categorize our patrons’ fics for queueing ease. Patrons can find more information in the discord server.

🍵 Unroasted: In Public - light sexual tension, mild PDA, few kisses but no smut ☕ Light: Behind Closed Doors - descriptive touching, light makeout sessions, inference to an intimate scene off page. ☕☕ Medium-Light: Cracked Door - intense making out, shorter erotic scenes, minimal depictions of sexual acts ☕☕☕ Medium: Open Door - at least one descriptive erotic scene (intercourse, oral, etc.), suggestive language for acts and body parts.  ☕☕☕☕ Medium-Dark: Explicit Open Door - 1-3 descriptive intimate scenes, explicit language, variety of sexual acts ☕☕☕☕☕ Dark: The Door Doesn’t Exist - several explicit scenes, various adventurous sexual acts, total filth, very kinky

[strawberryswitchblader]

every person ive ever suggested to that going through your partners phone not only invades their privacy but also the privacy of all the people who have possibly texted very personal things to them have acted like they genuinely never thought of that before

[himejoshikomaeda]

if you’ve ever kept any kind of bug as a pet (i used to raise madagascar hissing cockroaches, myself), then it is pretty obvious that they have feelings and are capable of great individuality and even personality among members of their own species. there is a tendency to not be willing to admit this, which i think comes from a place of convenience moreso than of ignorance. it’s not that people don’t know bugs are little animals, it’s that thinking of them that way makes life a bit more complicated. still, it’s not like i’m going to give up fly paper…

[comfxrtablykai]

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME YOUR HONOUR🗣️

[dark-skin-fem]

[carnage-cathedral]

Angels in baggy jeans and t-shirts smoking cigarettes. Angels with prescriptions they need to go pick up. Angels returning library books. Angels taking afternoon strolls to the grocery store. Angels in urban spaces. Angels learning to fit their wings into their small apartment bedrooms. Angels making their partners coffee and breakfast every morning. Angels existing and seamlessly blending divinity into the mundane.

[forrests-dash]

#keep the music playing peggy bc forrests got to try smthing real quick#killer frequency#lore wise this is (genuinely) late into the night. nash is exhausted. mildly delirious. it's the last break until the cops come.#and then he sees them. cups. so many cups. my…it looks like just enough cups to…to… yesss almost there. just one more. just one-#…oh. oh well… well nobody saw that. no one's proving it was me.

killer frequency is a game where you the player save several characters' lives with time being of the essence… wait a minute you're telling me ALL these cups are interactable? ok fellas hold on

[ilumin]

I'm crying, they're so silly

[steor-ra]

When I read those neglected reader in yandere batfam fanfics, I imagine reader dying and the family realize that reader dies without ever getting to experience warmth from your very own 'family'

Honestly, I wish reader will just die to those fics so the family gets the intense guilt.

I want their hearts to be shattered once they realize that they will never make up for all those neglect they've done.

I want them to cry their selves to sleep because they've lost the warmth they had finally found in reader and all has left was the cold, lifeless body they had caused because they couldn't save you in time.

I want them to work their asses hard with no any sleep and be focused on finding a way to get you alive and happy again.

I want them to cuddle your dead body and delude their selves that you were just sleeping and there is no need to worry because they will find a way to wake you up no matter what the consequences are.

I Want Angst that will stirr my insides not in a good way.

[xjcjuis]

EYELINER

pairing: billie eilish x reader

synopsis: you beg billie to let you do her make-up for.. personal reasons

warnings: kissing, use of pet names, fluff

wordcount: 0.8k

a/n: UGHHH billie with eyeliner i just. i cant

"pleaaase, bils, pleaaase."

billie's unreasonable no has been going on for what seems like hours. the night had started with you scrolling through your phone as billie watched some show on your shared netflix, and then you'd come across a photo of one of billie's photoshoots in which she was wearing eyeliner.

your lip found itself between your teeth somehow, your eyes flicking back and forth around your screen as you took in the photo, as if trying to absorb the image into your system.

billie, having noticed the sudden silence (you'd been commenting vocally about cute dog videos beforehand), turned to look at you, finding you very focused on whatever was on your phone.

confused, and, admittedly, a little jealous, billie left her place on the armchair and leaned over you on the couch, one arm on the backrest to hold her up. "watcha got there, pretty?"

you looked up and met her gaze. such a fine line between green and blue and silver, or perhaps all mixed into one to form the cosmos. you no longer believed what science says when the universe so obviously inhabited billie's eyes.

phone now placed face-down on the couch, you locked eyes with her, smiling with obvious intent. "let me do your make-up?"

it's a command disguised as a request. billie immediately saw how much you wanted it and decided to play a one-sided game. with a teasing grin, she pulled away. "no."

cut to the present and you find yourself on your knees on the carpet. "why not?" you whine, "i just want to see you in eyeliner again, please?"

admittedly, billie does not have a reason to say no. but seeing you with that cute little pout, hands dramatically clasped together as you basically beg to see her in something as basic as eyeliner? oh, she just had to take advantage of the situation.

"okay, alright, fine." she cackles, pulling you up from your three minutes of misery. "i don't see why not."

"you-" you jokingly pull back an arm as if to hit her. "you made me do all that when you were willing to in the first place?!"

your girlfriend's laugh intensifies, briefly kissing the frown on your lips away. "do what you wanna do, pretty."

you pull her eagerly to your dressing table, hurriedly opening and closing several mini drawers to look for a simple black eyeliner pencil. "sit down."

amused at your show of insistence, billie obediently complies. you turn around to face her, eyeliner pencil in hand, and bend over a little to cup her cheek and start with your masterpiece.

oh, but billie's not letting you do your job so easily. her hands are suddenly on your hips, grip tight, pulling you closer.

"billie!" you shriek, hand pushing against her shoulder to avoid falling. she replies with nothing but a mischievous grin as you scowl at her.

"do you want me to poke you in the eye?"

"no, ma'am. sorry."

she's not. but you just roll your eyes playfully and get on with it.

but she pulls you for a second time. you ignore it now, choosing instead to smudge the material on her eyelids. but when she jerks your hips forward towards her for the third time, you shoot her a glare.

"what is wrong with you?"

"sit on my lap, mama."

how you melted from that one sentence alone. that sweet, sweet tone in her voice paired with the gaze that stared up into your face a tad bit too longingly, and then that damn pet name. how could you even stay annoyed?

so you do, pretending to dislike the situation. billie could tell you liked it though, with the corner of your lip quirking up like that.

she behaves for the rest of the session, and you lick your lips in contentment upon leaning back to admire your handiwork.

with her tongue over her teeth and an eyebrow raised, your canvas silently asks how she looks. carefully, you put away your make-up materials and pick up your phone to snap a photo. then you set it aside before cupping billie's jaw, inching closer.

"so beautiful," you whisper, pressing your lips onto hers.

billie responds with fervor, one hand resting on your lower back as the other finds its place under your thigh. your back hits the dressing table as she kisses you, fingertips digging into your skin as yours caress every inch of her face. you pull away, out of breath.

"oh, whoops."

the eyeliner you had worked so hard on was now smudged. whose fault is it, you wonder? you, because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself, or billie's, because she was just too damn pretty to be left alone.

catching sight of her face in the mirror behind you, your girlfriend smirks. she reaches behind you and grabs her phone, stealing a quick photo of herself in the glass with you still on her lap.

you watch as her fingers type away speedily, leaning over to look only to see her posting the same picture on instagram with the caption, 'guess what happened?'

you stare at her with an unamused expression, but she only hooks her fingers under your chin. "kiss me again, gorgeous."

with no eyeliner to be worried about this time, what was stopping you?

[lxcke]

When he looks at the camera like this 🤭🫣

[owly-lumi]

There needs to be more Cyberverse Perceptor content that doesn't conveniently "fix" or forget the fact that he's blind, so take this ☕

Btw yes, I love these two✨

This ⬇️🌟🌟🌟