#random blurbs

[lillymmb]

TEXT WITH BOYFRIEND! ୨୧

(requests are open)

JJ MAYBANK

warnings: anything

paring: jj maybank x cook girlfriend reader

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

lil edit if you saw this beforehand no you didn’t 💗

“how. the hell. can you eat that ?”

your boyfriend slowly stop licking at his spoon, glancing at you. who has been stuck in that same position, looking at him with that same disgusted look for a hot minute now.

“it’s good.” he shrug, dipping his spoon in his chocolate fudge ice cream for another spoonful. “your ice cream’s melting.”

“you’re fucking crazy.” you say it with no emotion, slowly blinking at him like he actually went insane. he huffs loudly, talking with another spoonful in his mouth “then why didn’t you say anything about it when you went to get it for me at the store ?”

without looking away, you dips your spoon in your own ice cream and shove it in your mouth, a simple cookie dough flavor. a classic, a good flavor. “because i was hoping, that when i came back here with chocolate ice cream you’d correct me and tell me that wasn’t the one you wanted and i’d heard you wrong over the phone..and yet here you are.” katsuki snorts rolling his eyes, shoving you with his shoulder. you squeal, almost dropping your tub of ice cream and glaring at him. he sends you a side glance and a smirk.

“you’re such a loser.”

“at least i don’t like chocolate ice cream” you gag.

he rolls his eyes “you fuckin’ chew your ice cream, and you act like i’m the weird one.”

“you do it too !”

“shut up.”

katsuki shovels another spoonful, leaning towards you as you back away. he chuckles “want some ‘a mine ?”

“ ugh, no !” you yell revolted. “get that away from me.”

“c’mon, ‘m sharin’ witcha.”

“katsuki, i’m so serious !” he snickers, getting the spoon in his mouth before it melts and splatters on the couch, as much as he loves to annoy you he hates making a mess. the way he has the nerve to hum after tasting it has you scrunching your face up.

“lemme get some of yours then.”

“nuh, uhn ! i don’t want your nasty chocolate residue on my spoon ! either you get another one or nothing for you.”

“you’re so dramatic.” he complains, but stalks towards the kitchen to get himself another spoon. he hums when the taste hits his tongue.

“see ? this is good ice cream.” you nod to yourself, katsuki flicks your forehead teasingly muttering a “dumbass.”

[ghostgirl-22]

love your writing 🥵

why is there a criminal lack of artrick rimming fics? do you know of any at all? there is so much tongue action too

Okay wait… you’re so right actually

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Art always takes a bath on Sunday nights. He spends an hour in the bathroom playing music lounging in the bathtub. When he gets out his skin is flushed and his fingers are pruny and he’s drying his blonde curls with towel while bending over barely covered to pick out his clothes. It’s so fucking distracting it’s a wonder Patrick ever gets any homework done.

This particular Sunday they don’t have school or even practice the next day. It’s Veterans Day or Memorial Day or whichever one’s in November…he always gets confused. And Art still bent in half over his dresser isn’t helping matters.

Patrick sighs. “Hey c’mere,” he says pushing his notebook to the side, fuck it, his English teacher thinks he has ADD anyway.

Art stands up and looks at him. “Do you have my Ramones t shirt still?”

“Probably. Come here.”

“Did you ever wash it?” Art demands walking to where he’s sitting at his desk.

“Probably not. Hey so there’s this thing…this kiss…I want to try it with Madison but I’m scared I’m not gonna be good at it.” Patrick says carefully.

Art nods his head all seriously like he’s just been handed a fun homework assignment, his eyes light up and he licks his lips. Patrick knows he’s probably more intrigued by the idea that it’s something new and Patrick’s admitting he’s not good at it.

“Can we…you know… try it first?”

“Yeah sure,” Art says. It’s Sunday but it’s not a normal Sunday.

“Okay, can we do it now?”

Art looks over at his clothes folded on the bed. He’s so meticulous and neat. But Patrick is an animal and his favorite project is finding new ways to make a mess out of him.

“It’s gonna take like five minutes,” Patrick says, standing up and pulling him towards his own bed. “Can I kiss you?”

Art nods his head. “Okay…yeah sure.” He says allowing himself to be led with reluctant curiosity.

They approach the foot of his bed and Patrick walks behind him. ”Like this…” he says wrapping his arms around Arts firm waist from behind. He presses himself against the swell off his ass and watches Art swallow as he leans in. Art closes his eyes and pouts his lips. Patrick can’t resist… he gives him a peck on the lips and then sinks to his knees behind him.

He eases the towel up Arts thighs.

“Patrick, what are you—” Art says anxiously attempting to turn around.

“Shh. Stay still. Five minutes.”

“I thought you said you wanted to kiss—”

“Yeah a kiss, it’s a little kiss. Can you relax?” Patrick says distractedly looking over Art's bottom. He feels himself getting hard. Art has the perfect ass. Patrick’s missed more than a few shots on the court because of it. He’s spent hours and hours touching himself thinking about pressing his cock inside it.

He kisses one cheek and Art takes a breath. “Patrick you can’t…” He whispers.

“I know,” Patrick sighs and kisses him again and then gently spreads him apart and licks at the perfect pink pucker right in the center. He teases his tongue along the outside…kissing him slowly. It feels better than he imagined.

Art makes a strangled sound and tries to pull away but Patrick follows him. “Please, please lemme kiss you, one kiss, one filthy kiss.” He begs as Art climbs on the bed.

Art whines, “Patrick please— I—I’m gonna—“ his voice is pitched entirely different and his cock is full already, he’s even started dripping. And that’s when Patrick realizes this is a thing.

“It’s okay,” Patrick breathes trying to reconcile this. “It’s okay if you—” he’s not sure what he’s saying anymore. His heads gone fuzzy, his heartbeat’s in his ears drowning out the low volume of the classic rock station playing on the clock radio. Patrick gets behind Art on the bed and starts again, first slowly, then recklessly, pushing his tongue in and out. Licking and sucking like it might go away if he doesn’t get to it fast enough.

“Oh my fucking god,” Art cries. He’s gripping the sheets, knuckles white, helpless little sounds spilling from his lips. He starts shivering, whining, moaning like the girls do on the choppy videos they find on the internet late at night before deleting their search history.

Patrick’s gripping his waist, holding him tight so he can’t leave again. Probably too tight but he’s so fucking lost he’s barely aware of it till Art starts coming. Messy and wet all over Patrick’s bed sheets.

Patrick makes himself stop and licks his lips, wiping his mouth with his wrist. “God you’re so… fucking… sensitive,” Patrick gasps and Art just groans, collapsing on the bed.

Patrick doesn’t need much to bring himself over the edge. Just Art splayed on the bed in front of him all apart, flushed beautifully, breathing heavy, towel barely covering him, jizz still dripping down between thighs. He’s probably ruined this forever because he’s always gonna be thinking of Art. How he looks, how he sounds, how he feels, how he tastes. Patrick loses it all over him, spilling on his stomach, adding to the mess between his legs.

“Fuck,” Patrick breathes.

Art shivers. “You’re so—“ he pushes himself up on his elbows, “Now I have to get in the shower again.”

Patrick huffs a laugh. “I have to change my sheets.” He sighs and dips his finger tip into the pool of come on Arts thighs and tastes it.

“You’re so gross,” Art whispers and he bites his lip.

“And you love it,” Patrick points out.

Arts blushing and he flops back on the bed and covers his face with his arms. “If my mom ever found out I let you…”

“Well I’m certainly not gonna tell her.”

“Yeah but… but now I’ll know and you’ll know and I’m not gonna be able to…” he rubs his eyes and takes a deep breath. “It’s so…dirty.”

“Relax. Go shower again and it’ll all go away… like I never even did it I promise.”

“I really hate you,” Art says and Patrick grins at him.

“Yeah I know, I love you too.”

[minecraftakis]

giyuu blurbyy ｡* ❦

imagine you and giyuu are in bed cuddling just about to go to sleep when he goes so kiss your palm. you feel light as he starts worshipping you, and as his warm lips glide across your creases you breathe. he ravishes on your palm, and murmurs softly in his low voice. “i love you, you’re so beautiful my love.” and with a gentle gaze he intoxicates every inch of your soul with his sweet warmth.

[blueharuka]

I know I'm likely thinking way too hard into it and probably getting frustrated over nothing but it's grinding my gears to have struggled so hard years ago to get my mom to check out the original animated How To Train Your Dragon film when it first came out (And even once she DID sit down and watch the movie with me, she either paid bills talked on the phone, or did other stuff throughout the entire film), but upon seeing the trailer for the 'live-action remake' of the movie, she exclaims excitedly "Now that looks like something I'd wanna see!"...

To each their own, I suppose, but people who see so little value in anything animated until it's been remade or 'improved' into live-action really piss me off. Animation isn't 'Just for kids', it's a whole-ass ART FORM.

[kayohhey]

I, for funsies, named my mc Jamie because I REALLY wanted to see if i could get Jamie to sit next to me for the extra fries event (I failed) but I literally could not handle it because a bunch of the interactions were just:

“Hi Jamie”

“Hi Jamie”

I also chose He/Him pronouns on accident so I was struggling to figure out which Jamie the cast was talking about at all times 😭

[bluerobin35]

This little scenario popped in my head and made me laugh

Imagine you just found out Matt is Daredevil. Matt is staying the night at your place but you’re in the beginning of a relationship so you haven’t defined it yet, really, or told Foggy.

“Matt it’s too early, isn’t today a paper day? I think it’s a paper day” you said groggily

“Sweetheart I still have to go in if it’s a paper day” Matt sighs as he turns off his alarm

“Mmn aren’t you one of the founding partners? You should have some leverage”

“No I have to go in you can call foggy and—“

“Got it!” *Picks up phone and starts to dial foggy’s number without a second thought* “Hey foggy it’s me are we coming in? It’s a paper day and it’s snowing outside”

“Uh no I think we’re going to close the office today” you hear from your blonde friend on the other side of the phone

“Great! I’ll tell Matt!”

“WHAT” foggy shrieks into the phone

*Click*

“Good News! We don’t have to come in today”

“I thought you were going to tell him you’re not coming in…Foggy is going to cross-examine us later” Matt laughs as he pulls you closer

“Let him, I just found out the two men I’ve been pining after is the same guy. I’m not going anywhere”

You turn your phone on silent and roll back into Matt’s arms.

I love this kind of trope.

[historysquib]

A Palate Cleanser (Micro Fic)

Tumblr Stuff Pt. 2 (FAM)

Dipping my toes into writing creatively again because writing my PhD dissertation has taken over my life. Plus, my little awkwardness is making me nervous to post….

Sidenote: This fandom has been so welcoming! Thank you! <3 Enjoy this Margo x Sergei micro blurb fic!

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In my perfect world, Sergei defects, Margo stays in America, and they just live life as our two favorite nerds.

“Margo…. We are about to go meet Aleida and Victor for dinner.” Sergei quipped watching Margo unwrap another Tootsie Roll for Javi.

Margo’s eyes locked with Sergei’s eyes as he called her out. She froze, side-eyed Javi, and slowly passed him the little chocolate piece he excitedly took. Sergei shook his head with a slight chuckle escaping his mouth.

Clearly hiding the two Tootsie Rolls in her mouth, Margo chewed, “Oh it’s fine…. What’s wrong with a palate cleanser?”

“Are you cleansing from Tootsie Rolls with more Tootsie Rolls?” Sergei replied smiling.

“Yes, we are getting ready for dinner, Sergei,” Margo’s eyes locked with his, and her face and chest burned as she felt like a schoolgirl with her crush in the park. Sergei’s seriousness egged Margo on.

She leaned over to Javi and whispered in his ear, handing him another Tootsie Roll.

Sergei huffed, “Margo… You have to stop….”

Javi walked over to him, “Here Tío Sergei. Have a palate cleanser. Tía Margo said you should have one.” Javi handed him the candy. Sergei grasped it and looked at Margo, who shrugged and winked at him, flashing her smile reserved for him. There was no other place she would rather be than at this park with her two favorite humans.

[veiled-luminosity]

Could you give me some Kaveh HCs please?

EVERYONE'S FAVOURITE BLONDE SUMERIAN ARCHITECT RAH- i have some for modern!au, general ones, nd some that imply kavetham so-

hcs under the cut !!

General :

- i think a pretty generic one: kaveh with freckles. i don't just mean on his face - i mean everywhere. in some areas they aren't as prominent, but they're definitely still there. (side note: cough cough alhaithan would jokingly draw goofy shapes on them if kaveh allowed him to. brainrot kid alhaitham exists in my head too- that's for another time.)

- would get told by someone "you have doctor's hands," and the thought of him pursuing medicine instead of architecture would stick around until he decides against it because he wouldn't want to dissect animals

- that being said, i don't think he's squeamish per se, but i don't think he'd like opening up an animal.. also the smell if he volunteered to keep the animal parts would be a-grade nasty, and i do not think he'd want to live with it.

- he has mixed up his painting water and drinking water. multiple times. it goes either way.. he dips his brush into his drinking water or drinks his paint water - or both.

- absolutely despises the texture of certain fabrics, especially the really thin and translucent one that frays at the ends whenever it's cut. makes him get goosebumps.

- this is a stretch i think but he excels at making brownies specifically.

Kavetham :

- has a piece of alhaitham's old uniform sewn somewhere on his clothes. where? i'm not sure. he just does.

- he and alhaitham would get matching charms. haitham would straightaway hang his on his keys; kaveh would do the same and then freak out thinking he's lost it only to remember it's on his keys and his keys are with haitham. said charm is now hung somewhere on him (attached to his vision ?? i dunno.)

- they communicate in morse code when in public/a crowded area. alhaitham taps his fingers on his head, kaveh snaps. if they're holding hands, then it's squeezes :3

Modern!AU

- he n his family would watch bob ross painting tutorials, and he'd refuse to sleep until he saw the results even if it was really late at night

- he has cats (two, one calico named kori, nd one orange tabby named piyo)

- he doesn't buy cat towers, he makes them. he has a bunch of cardboard boxes / other materials to make the cat towers since he knows his cats best and knows what they like to do (personalised cat towers !!)

- used to have one of those suitcases with wheels that you could ride as a kid, he wants one again but he saw how expensive they were and just decided against it.

that's all i have in my brain as of now. he's so beloved they could never make me hate him.

[portraitof-alo]

There are student union elections at my uni this week and all student unions have set up stalls with free food and drink.

I leave a class and grab a drink/food on the way to another class.

Weather is awesome.

Life is worth living.

Maybe uni life isn't so bad.

[sevs-corner]

Short cont of Tf 141: Mafia AU

Im just imagining Soap getting so drunk that he sings the ‘Masochism Tango’ to you OR VICE VERSA DEPENDING ON HOW SILLY THEY BOTH ARE WHEN IM FORMING THIS PLOT IN MY HEAD

[lillymmb]

"This one's taken!"

husband!lewis hamilton x wife!reader

warnings: none!

summary: you convince your husband to do this tiktok trend and the and the women in the comments go crazy over him.

The sun was setting over the city, casting a soft orange glow in the sky as you and Lewis Hamilton stood side by side in his apartment, preparing to film the latest TikTok trend that had been taking the internet by storm. The "boy who's jack and kind" trend was all over your feeds, and you two had been joking about it for days. He was always up for a bit of fun, especially when it meant creating a viral video with you.

"Okay, babe, you ready?" You grinned at him, holding your phone up to record.

Lewis, ever the pro, flashed his charming smile. "You know I'm ready. But are you ready? You’re the one doing the actual editing, right?"

You raised an eyebrow at him. "You know it. You just look pretty."

He chuckled, adjusting his shirt, making sure his muscles were just visible enough to catch some attention. The song started, and you both moved in sync, playfully pointing to the screen. The caption flashed up: "A boy who's jack and kind…"

Lewis flexed his arm in an exaggerated, playful way, showing off the muscles that drove millions wild. The comments were already rolling in, and you could see them from the corner of your eye.

"Lewis, you’re so hot. Can you be my boyfriend?"

"A man who's both strong and sweet? I’m in love!"

"Marry me, Lewis!"

Your eyes narrowed playfully. "Oh, they really like you, huh?"

Lewis laughed, sending you a look. "They’ve got nothing on you, baby."

As the video ended, you hit stop and looked over at the comments, which were quickly flooding with admiration. Lewis' face softened as he scrolled through them, his fingers moving faster.

"What's wrong?" you asked, peeking over at his phone screen.

He smirked, typing a quick reply. "Sorry, ladies, this one’s taken. And I’m whipped asf."

You giggled. "You're shameless."

He just shrugged, clearly enjoying the attention but not letting anyone forget where his heart belonged. More comments came through, a flood of heart-eye emojis and admiration.

"But he's so perfect!"

"Tell me he’s single… I’ll cry😭"

"Married and whipped. The dream."

You snatched the phone away before he could respond further, turning the screen toward yourself. "I’ll handle this. We’re not giving anyone any ideas, Mr. Hamilton."

But you couldn’t stop laughing as you typed a final message: "He’s mine, ladies. Sorry, not sorry."

Lewis leaned in, kissing you on the cheek. "You’re lucky I’m whipped. Otherwise, I’d be having so much fun with this."

"Yeah, yeah," you teased, tossing your phone aside. "Let’s just enjoy the rest of the night. We’ve got to come up with our next trend."

As the two of you settled down, scrolling through even more wild comments about Lewis, you couldn't help but smile. You had your man, and no amount of thirsting from the internet was going to change that.

a/n: just found this cutie on the notes app! live love laugh husband material lewis🤗🤗🤗

© LILLYMMB do not repost and do not copy!

[ghostgirl-22]

18+ !NSFW!

Patrick would definitely try to convince Art to wear his ex girlfriend’s lacy red panties. And Art would tell him to “fuck off”. But one weekend when he expects Patrick to be out late he gets bored and pulls them on wondering what they’ll feel like.

The cool silky sensation turns him on and suddenly he’s touching himself probably not even realizing he’s lying in Patrick’s bed and not his own. And when Patrick gets home early and walks in on Art flushed and moaning. Squirming in his bed, his swollen cock barely contained by the thin fabric and he’s already come at least once (maybe more) so it’s all over him. Art sits up on his elbows looking guilty as sin and so debauched. He whispers shyly, “I think I like it.”

Patrick gets so hard so fast he nearly passes out.

[blood-or4nge]

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ꕀ what i write : fluff, angst, au’s, blurbs, headcannons, one shots.

[blueharuka]

Yo, I am SO TIRED of werewolf movies where the main character is constantly whining about ‘not wanting to be a monster’, or whatever dumb shit but either literally NEVER turns into a werewolf on screen, or turns into some pitiful excuse of a wolf (that just looks like a giant rat-man).

Gimmie a werewolf that actually looks like one and is fucking PROUD of it, please. Lord knows I’d be basking in my wolfiness if I had the ability to shapeshift.

[kayohhey]

Marsha and Percy sketch to cope with my impending doom