#witch!kie

[ghostiewriter]

first of all: 1K!!! YAY!!!

second: WITCH!KIE WITCH!KIE 👻 ((YES I AM OBSESSED. SORRY NOT SORRY

thank you thank you thank you!!🤍

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“A friendship bracelet?” 

“Yeah,” the witch smiled brightly as his thumb ran over the intricate design of the threaded bracelet. “Do you like it?” 

JJ couldn’t bite back the amused smile growing on his lips. “Aren’t we a bit beyond friendship, baby?” 

He could practically feel the excitement buzzing through his girlfriend’s body when she called him earlier, telling him that she had a present to give him during their date night tonight. And he couldn’t lie, her excitement had him beaming more so than the gift he hadn’t seen yet. 

Even now, when he was deeply confused but touched nonetheless by the present, the grin on her face and the fact she was almost bouncing in her seat was the main focus of his attention. 

“It’s more than just a bracelet,” she scoffed at him, lightly smacking his arm before she reached to take the bracelet, but he quickly pulled it back to his chest.

“Hey, it’s mine now, no take-backs,” he told her, eyes narrowing playfully. 

“I was gonna help you put it on properly,” Kiara said, this time taking the bracelet before tying it around his wrist and placing a chaste kiss over the top for good measure when she was done. 

“So what’s the story?” he asked, his eyes focused down on the braided threads, the different colours and the way they contrasted against his skin. 

Kiara raised her brows. “What makes you think there is a story?” 

“You are far too excited about a bracelet,” JJ pointed out and it warmed her heart how well he knew her. “Which means there is more to this than just a simple accessory. I wanna know so I can be excited with you.” 

Kiara pressed her lips together, a somewhat sheepish look on her face. 

“Hey, Kie,” he murmured and reached for one of her hands, fingers intertwining. “I’m not gonna judge you, you know that.” 

“I’m not always best at certain spells and charms,” she admitted as she glanced down at their joined hands, squeezing his with her own. “But I had been practising for ages because I wanted it to be perfect and this one finally worked and I just—” 

He raised his brows. “What?” 

“I wanted you to have the first one that actually worked,” the witch whispered and JJ felt as though someone was squeezing a fist around his heart. “It’s a protection charm, nothing too insane…but it means no other witches can put any spells on you or anything.” 

His face softened. “Kiara—” 

“I know it’s stupid but—”

“hey , hey,” he murmured and used their joined hands to pull her closer, until he could nudge her face up to look at him. “It’s not stupid at all. I love it, baby.” 

Her eyes lit up. “You do?” 

“Yeah, almost as much as I love you,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss her. “Thank you. I’m never taking it off.” 

“You better not, Maybank,” she warned playfully as she raised her hand to cup his cheek. “Don’t need any other witches putting a love spell on that pretty face of yours.” 

There was a pause. 

“Again.” 

JJ couldn’t help but let his face scrunch up in disgust. “Let’s not talk about that again. I still have nightmares.” 

Kiara laughed and he fucking adored the sound. 

JJ tried to hide his smile. “I’m serious, Kie. Think Grandma Dolly has anything to wipe my memory?” 

“We can ask her next week at dinner.”

He raised his brows.“We? I’m invited?”

“She won’t shut up about you. You’ve charmed my grandma.”

“The Maybank charm works on all Carrera’s, what can I say?”

...

[strstab]

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; you see a tiktok trend and decide to see if you boyfriend will help you participate in it

pairing ; jj maybank x fem!reader

notes ; soft jj, kissing, video filming, hp & family guy references

a/n ; my first public writing, hopefully ppl see this. if y’all do send requests? i think you can do that.. but enjoy <3

— tiktok in question —

scrolling on tiktok with kie sitting next to you, you came across a video of a girl putting makeup on her best friends face. you let out a small giggle at the thought of your boyfriend with mascara and pretty pink lips.

“what’s funny?” kie asked turning to peek at your phone.

you showed her the video and got up to go find your beloved boyfriend, who coincidentally, had just walked into the room.

“jj, can you help me with something?” you looked at him with pouty lips and sparkles in your eyes only he could see

he lifted a brow and grinned as he looked at you, knowing you were up to something, “it depends on what that something is, baby,”

kie let out a quiet laugh from behind you as she threw your phone towards him, letting him watch the video you previously showed her. knowing you’d be able to convince him happy or not, you started searching through the drawers of your vanity in hopes of having your makeup bag in one of them.

“no way,” jj scoffed with a shake of his head, “you’re not putting makeup on me.”

giving a knowing look to kie, she walked out and closed the door behind her.

this is where the fun began.

after 10 minutes of begging, smacking, pecks to the cheek and tugging, you finally managed to convince your lover to let you do his pretty boy makeup.

you sat on the counter of your bathroom sink with jj standing in between your thighs with his eyes looking straight at you.

“don’t give me that look” he said with a quick eye roll

you smiled as you uncapped the ‘better than sex’ mascara in your hands, “roll your eyes and i’ll poke your eye out with my wand.”

“wand? what are you a witch?” he replied with a soft grin. you lifted his chin and softly ran the inked bristles across his long lashes. god those lashes of his you wish you had. why were men blessed with female preferred features?

“i am, i casted a love spell on you a couple years ago,” you laughed and scolded him for blinking shortly after.

he stared at you in silence, admiring your pretty eyes that tend to crinkle when you smile. the soft lips he kissed every morning he woke up next to you. your perfect nose that just seemed to fit your face structure perfectly. everything about you he fell in love with more by the second, minute, hour, and day.

jj was never good at english class, but ask him to write an essay about you and you’d get a 20 page google document.

getting sucked out of his thoughts as you painted his thin lips a soft shade of pink, “what’s on your mind, j?”

“nothing, just how powerful your spell is on me. did you go to hogwarts, baby?” he questioned with a smile, pushing the strands of hair that covered your pretty face behind your ear.

“fuck yeah, i was fighting dementors and shit” you answered while filling in his eyebrows and putting highlighter in the corners of his eyes.

you finished after another couple of minutes and while pulling out your phone to find the audio you were going to use, jj spoke up with a concerned tone in his voice,

“are you actually going to record me in this?!”

looking up from your phone to look at him you saw his filled in eyebrows furrowed, “duh, that’s the point of the trend, j” you stated.

you weren’t going to let his worried expression get to you because you knew you’d be able to kiss it away in a couple minutes.

he let out a whine in protest but you had already started the video, doing your part, you lip-synced

“do you or do you not feel bonita?”

and with a turn of the phone, the camera faced him and he slightly panicked not knowing what to say.

“you didn’t tell me what i’m supposed to say!”

your lips shaped into an ‘o’ and proceeded to explain how to do the tiktok.

once again, with the flip of the camera jj awkwardly worded his part

“...uhm i feel bonita”

“wonderful, because you look bonita!” you grinned and went back to your phone to caption and post the video

jj pushed your phone aside and placed his lips on yours, in desperate need of affection. you let out a quiet gasp as you were caught off guard but kissed him back anyways.

he placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled away slowly. “do my lips feel prettier?”

you snorted, tilting your head in confusion

“y’know, because they look prettier, do they feel prettier?” he asked again, trying to explain his question

you placed another kiss on his lips and nodded, “yes they feel prettier, baby”

he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he peppered your face with kisses, leaving pretty pink marks on your glowing skin.

he smiled, pleased with the outcome of his make over.

a win is a win.

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WOAHHH FIRST WRITING HOW WAS THAT.??

hopefully people see this 😓

but anyways i’m a whore for some jj fluff, and the trend has been flooding my fyp so ofc i had to write for my love ❤️‍🩹

[24kmar]

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[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness IV /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: Some fighting and mentions of blood.

Word Count: 2,2K

Notes: I struggled to get a language for the witches and ended up using Esperanto ahahahah thank you google for helping me with the translation

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As soon Y/N got back to the townhouse, she asked the twin specters for candles, a bowl and silence, they were the ones home, she needed to focus, going to her room, she closed the curtains, she dragged her dagger on her palm, the blood falling on the bowl until it was full, she dipped her index finger in it, she started to create a circle, her blood tainting the floor, she kept drawing until she finished the symbol that Evanore taught her, she lit all of the candles around her and started chanting:

“Al la arbaro ni preĝas, al la naturo, kiun ni pretendas, bonvolu doni al mi la potencon de la sep, lasu min vidi kaj lasu min diri.” ("To the forest we pray, to the nature we claim, please give me the power of the seven, let me see and let me say.") She repeated those words over and over again, for those outside, they would see her sitting on her heels, palms flat on the ground, her eyes turned white and a blank expression spread over her face, but in her mind, she walked into the forest calling for her best friend, she walked a few feet away, finding Eva in their usual spot, a large tree that had some pretty red flowers in between the leaves.

“Kion vi faras ĉi tie?”(“What are you doing here?”) Evanore’s blue eyes lifted until she was staring at Y/N, her pretty light blond hair dancing in the eerie wind that surrounded the two. “Mi ne vidis vin dum kelka tempo, ĉu vi fartas?” ("I haven't seen you for a while, how are you?") She was concerned, Y/N had disappeared and all people told Eva was that she wasn't available.

“Mi estas en oficiala misio, mi ne estas en la tribunalo, mi bezonas, ke vi venu preni min.” ("I'm on an official mission, I'm not in court, I need you to come get me.") Eva looked at her, she had stopped playing with the grass, Y/N never left the court before, that could only mean that something was wrong, a few days earlier Rune, the leader of the coven was called over by the High Lord, she came back saying that things were about to change and made Eva and the others start researching traveling spells.

“Kie vi estas? Vi maltrankviligas min. Unue, la alta sinjoro petis vidi Rune kaj nun vi diras al mi, ke vi ne estas hejme, kio okazas Y/N?” (“Where are you? you worry me, first the high lord asked to see Rune and now you're telling me you're not home, what's going on Y/N?”) She lowered until she was able to grab Eva’s hand, rubbing circles on her skin, reassuringly.

“Mi estas ĉe la nokta kortego, en Prythian, Loralen mortos baldaŭ kaj mi estis sendita por preni la novan altan sinjoron reen, ni ne havas la tempon por fari la tutan vojaĝon reen, ni devas alveni tien baldaŭ, la milito venas Eva.” ("I'm at the night court, in Prythian, Loralen is going to die soon and I was sent to take the new high lord back, we don't have time to make the whole trip back, we have to get there soon, the war is coming Eva.") Her voice a few tones down as if talking about the war made it come faster, she didn't want to drag her friend into this but if the high lord already spoke to Rune, the coven was already involved.

“Mi pretiĝos kaj mi…” ("I'll get ready and I...") Evanore’s voice was cut in the middle of the sentence and she was dragged back to the real world, her orbs going back to normal and she had a little bit of blood coming out of her nose, she felt tired, the connection needed a lot of energy, especially since she wasn’t a witch, her necklace stopped glowing, being the source of the connection, she heard a voice but couldn’t focus on anything, her head hadn’t stopped spinning yet.

Azriel snapped his fingers in front of her, he called her name but she didn’t answer, her eyes slowly closing as she collapsed on the floor, he got desperate, placing his hands on her back and under her legs before lifting her and carrying her to her bed. He placed her gently, at least she was still breathing, he finished blowing out all the candles and looked at the weird symbol on the ground, his heartbeat starting to get normal again.

He was walking to his room when he noticed the dim glow of the candles and the cobalt light coming from under her door, he never saw such a thing when he opened the door and to be honest if that was what witchery looked like, he hoped he didn’t have to see it anytime soon, his heart was beating incredibly fast and his shadows danced frantically around her like they were also worried that she might be hurt. He didn’t know what to do, so he just kicked one of the candles out of the circle, which seemed to work as her beautiful brown eyes were visible again as she breathed with difficulty.

Azriel stood by her side for a couple of minutes, watching her chest moving up and down, his eyes scanning her features, the way her lips slightly curved down, almost frowning like he did, her thick, black eyelashes and the full eyebrows, she had a red blush on her cheeks and some freckles on her defined nose, her long hair a mess around her, she was so beautiful but Azriel couldn’t stop the feeling that was growing on his chest that this female was nothing but trouble and he should keep his distance.

She blinked a few times before her eyes focused on him, she tried to sit on the bed, her head pounding with a migraine, he quickly got up, his scarred hands holding her as he helped her, they were so close, he smelled like night and stars, the kind of smell she had never felt before, she blinked a few more times, her throat dry as she tried to speak.

“No one was supposed to enter the room.” Azriel scoffed, why she was so interested in putting herself in danger? First Bryaxis and now this.

“Are you serious? There was blood coming out of your nose and you looked like you were in pain.” She wiped the dry blood with her sleeve, but it was useless. He got up, walking fast to the bathroom, getting a wet cloth, and handed it to her as he sat again, she wiped once more, this time removing it.

“I didn’t mean to scare anyone, but the magic has its price. I was talking to Evanore, with Rhysand’s approval, she should be here soon to escort us back to the court.” Azriel nodded, he knew the moment to meet his new home was coming but he was still a nervous wreck every time he thought about it.

“But we still need to find Feyre first, I told you that.” She rolled her eyes at him.

“With Eva here, she can find your friend faster than anyone, she would gladly help.” Azriel looked at her, she had been nothing but honest with him in these past few days, if her friend could help, he would bring her here, anything to help relieve the pressure on Rhysand’s shoulders.

“I’ll talk to Rhys later, now you should rest.” He said, getting ready to leave.

“Yes, my lord.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Don’t call me that, please.” She nodded and he left her room.

3 days later

“That’s a beautiful place.” Evanore’s eyes roamed around again, her blue eyes scanning the dark wooden furniture, she had arrived only 2 hours ago, Azriel had asked Rhysand if she could go to the Night Court, as soon as Azriel told him she could help find Feyre, he was more than willing to allow it.

The female that materialized in the Townhouse had kind blue eyes, a soft airy voice, and hair so light that it was almost white, she was wearing a green dress and some chains with crystals on it, she had a lot of questions, the small female asked about every little thing she could possibly ask.

“She doesn’t get to leave the forest much.” Y/N whispered to Rhysand as they walked to his shared bedroom with Feyre, he giggled, he could see why she had so many questions then. His violet eyes stopped on the small figure shivering, she walked in silence to the study desk in the corner of the room, her long fingers grabbing Feyre’s discarded sketchbook, flipping the pages, her eyes closed, the temperature in the room dropping significantly.

“Malvarma! Frostas, ni devas esti rapidaj aŭ eble tro malfrue, ili ne plu povas batali kontraŭ la senfina aŭtuno." (“Cold! It's freezing, we have to be quick or it might be too late, they can't fight the endless autumn anymore.") Her voice was rushed, worried, and Rhysand didn't have to understand what she was saying to know, Feyre was in danger.

He yelled in his mind, calling his brothers and telling them to meet at the town house, Y/N had disappeared and the witch was sitting on the floor, a bow she had conjured in her hands, the Illyrians almost broke the door on their way in, their swords in hands and siphons glowing.

"I saw a frozen lake, and fire and they need help." Her eerie voice sounded, she wasn't looking at anyone in particular, which made Rhysand more terrified. "I can take us there." At the same time she got up, Y/N rushed downstairs, swords behind her back and her hair in a ponytail.

"She's probably in Winter, I cannot go but I'll be waiting at the Moonstone Palace, bring her back to me, please." Rhysand was on the verge of tears, his mate in danger and he couldn't do anything to help. Evanore nodded and instructed them to hold hands.

“Iru.” (“Go.”) And with that they were gone, it was like winnowing but the difference was that they could travel long distances, the smell of magic was pungent and strong, making their stomachs spin, they had to take a moment to recompose as they landed on the lake, Y/N watched the red headed figures and the fire.

"Damned autumn rats." Cassian growled and started to run, the other three hot on his heels, an arrow flew close to his ear, and a low whistle ripped through the air, finding its place in the middle autumn heir, the Arrow pierced his skin, making it bleed violently as Evanore got another one ready, the arrow a perfect distraction to give both Feyre and Lucien time to increase the distance between them.

The days of running away were weighing heavily on them, they barely had the strength to keep standing, Feyre almost sobbed as she saw the red glow rushing past her, Azriel, and an unknown female walking past her like smoke.

"Oh Mother, Lord Rhysand will be sooo happy to see you." The voice was soft and as Feyre turned, a female was looking at her, the tears already spilling at the mention of Rhysand's name, she missed her mate so much, she needed to see him, to feel him, she wanted to go home. "Y/N, CAN I TAKE HER BACK?" The female yelled, startling Feyre.

"GO, WE CAN TAKE THOSE ASSHOLES DOWN." Y/N yelled back, her sword hitting Eris's side, he was so surprised to see her back, as always, he was right and she was working with the Night Court.

"Let's go then, are you joining us?" She turned to Lucien who politely declined, ready to join the fight again. "Alright, see you later." The blond female blinked at him, before disappearing with Feyre. His eyes landed on the fight in front of him, or better, the lost battle, Eris was on the floor, the female stepping on his chest while she held her sword to his throat, Azriel had disarmed Aubron's, the second youngest autumn heir had his hands up, afraid to move and Cassian had knocked Zeno out.

"Let's go home." Cassian commanded, Azriel knocked the male in front of him and Y/N lowered her body, punching Eris, leaving them unconscious so they wouldn't cause any trouble. As the males looked around and spotted Lucien still there, they shared an annoyed look. "I take him." Cassian said through gritted teeth and Azriel breathed relieved for a second. Y/N was cleaning the blood off her sword in her sleeve before she shoved it into the holster in her back, he approached her slowly, Cassian already flying away with Lucien.

"I'll fly you back." He said uncomfortably, she didn't say anything, just waiting for him, he pulled her close, his cheeks reddened as he lifted her, trying to keep his hands in respectful places, they flown, it was hard to focus with her so close, her sweet scent mixed with the metallic scent of blood intoxicating his nostrils, she looked around, clearly impressed by his ability to fly.

"Is this your first time flying?" His voice sounded awkward, she looked up, slightly jumping with the sudden question.

"Of course, we don't have winged people in Court." She giggled a little, and Azriel knew from that very moment that he liked that sound, really much. "It's quite an impressive view, I could do this often."

"I can take you flying anytime." He blurted, feeling his cheeks turn even hotter, embarrassment filling his chest.

"We can discuss that." She agreed and Azriel relaxed a little, the rest of the way was spent in pure silence as they reached the Moonstone Palace, the place was beautiful, the residence on the top of the mountain, the dark stone walls, everything perfectly matching the aesthetic of the place, Y/N liked that place.

Feyre and Rhysand were still hugging, ever since Evanore had brought her to him, he managed to explain everything Feyre missed while she was away, as Y/N and Azriel stepped into the living room, Feyre rushed to hug him and thanked Y/N.

"Thank you so much for rescuing me, I'm Feyre." Y/N accepted Feyre's warm embrace, the female seemed nice, the type of person Y/N liked.

"I'm Y/N Daera, General of the Nightfall army of The Court of Shadows, and now that you're home, it's time for us to get home." Azriel swallowed dryly, she had fulfilled her part of the deal, it was his turn now.

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[bloggingnsfw]

Saved by my Minotaur *smut part 2*

Warning: Smut, Monster, Minotaur, (if I didn't list any please let me know)

for the full thing go to my Ao3 search: Saved by my minotaur (WILL BE POSTED 12/16/2023 @ 5:30 EST)

part 3

Your eyes grew wet, lazy tears creeping out the sides of your eyelids.

“Milk Mouth?”

“I’m fine.” she hiccupped. “Confused and frazzled and upset and wanting...”

“Sure?”

Nettle’s wrappings fell mostly back into place, looser than before. Your nipples tenting up within the fabric. She weakly nodded. “This has been a bad night for me. I don’t blame you but then again, I do. I was perfectly fine before. Cleaning. Bribing. Having structure in the enclave. I’d never wanted to be outside ever again. And you’ve brought me you. And I love it. Stop being nice. You’re confusing me.”

“Confuse too, I.” Ogrum said, thoughtful. “But this feels right. Feels good.”

“We’ve been to get you less than two hours. Far too early to make a call like that. You’d probably get wichelen killed in a cave-in with snap judgements like that.”

Ogrum smiled, teeth and dimples a perfect sight.

“Longer than that.”

“Metaphorically, you mean.” You asked. “I don’t know you.”

“You do.”

Just the way he said it, stated it, like she ought have known exactly what he meant.

“I’d remember being friendly with a minotaur!” You exclaimed. “And again, are you sure I’m the one you’re looking for? We Nettles may all share the same name but are not alike. Now don’t tell anyone this. We Nettles use nicknames among ourselves. Perhaps you’re looking for my superior, Thorne? Or Selander, my bunk-mate? Hard-working Nettles you’d be cursed to find else you.”

“Nettle.” Ogrum said slowly. “Viri. Mil-Ip. Milk Mouth.”

“Viri? How do you know that my nickname is Viri! How on Surfeit could you have gotten that information! A spy. Is this some sort of Youo plot!” You shouted. “I knew it. You’re with the humans! I’m not a hostage but a captive. A victim for you to... to torture for more information!”

Ogrum simply sat tyoue with that dumb look on his face. Smugness with a hint of something she didn’t like the shape of. He was… humoring you. Letting you throw you well-fought accusations at him.

“And Mil-Ip? Is that some sort of code? Mil-Ip? Mil-Ip? It almost sounds like-”

Nettle’s voice trailed away, leaving behind a horrified silence.

“It almost sounds like Milk Lips. No,” she rambled, face burning. “Milky Lips. Dear spite, this whole night was my fault! But it couldn’t be. You couldn’t be glory rod mark four. They’re just fuck-sticks that Witch Horehound likes to torture people she doesn’t like with. They don’t actually sync up with real cocks...”

“Strange names you called me. Grew to it over time.” Ogrum answered. She prayed he wouldn’t say what she imagined would come next. “Pretty Pussy Pounder.” You winced. “Double-Dicking Destroyer.” Oh spite. “Cunt-Claiming Conqueror.” Ivy came up with that one, not you! “But my favorite and your favorite was-” Couldn’t you heart just crack? Like right now. “Big Drip.”

Ogrum laughed, shaking You she hid between your hands.

“I said those things because I didn’t think that a fuck-stick was able to comprehend those names! Stop smiling, you jerk. So I was sucking you off, so what!”

“Your wording. Mil-kie Lid-ps. The right name. Been calling you Milk Mouth whole time. Mistake. Milky Lips and Big Drip. Funny, yes?”

“Funny for you, maybe.”

“Suppose so. Honored to have witch mare.” Ogrum nodded then turned his head. “Earlier. Wanted to fix wrappings, yes? So much wrapping for so dainty small breasts. Can fix.”

“Edoh.”

“Yes.” the minotaur’s ears twitched. “Fix breasts.” He had that smug look again. “Heard. Heard clear.”

Ogrum moved against you, his nipples pushing straight onto you breasts and knocking against your buds. You squirmed; arms lightly brushed out of the way. He began to rock back and forth, his roughout nipples clapping on you fairer ones. Pushing hard and certain until they stiffened, tingling under his girth. He exhaled onto the curve between your mounds, the steam blackish with a magic glow.

The saliva lingering tyoue began to grow thick, bubbling into a whiter stickier form.

You experimentally took a glob onto your finger. “Taurine vigor. This stuff is rare.” she remarked, ever the pragmatic Wichelen. “Did you know that just a cap full can go for a hundred aulra. Only a cap!”

[idunnoanymore7]

Warming Up

Description: You and JJs looks at each other keep getting longer. What happens when you need him to warm you up?

Content: bad writing, JJ Maybank x fem!reader, friends to lovers, fingering (f!recieving), reader wears a bikini

Authors Note: Lowkey planned this with a super smutty part 2 in mind…thoughts??

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You didn’t want to go camping.

You are not a fan of bugs and outdoor toilets, and were perfectly comfortable with the idea of never going. 

But when your parents overheard your friends asking about it, it was all over for you. Soon enough, you found yourself in the back of the Twinkie trying to decide whether to cry or scream.

“C’mon y/n/n, it’ll be fun!” Pope says, gently slapping your shoulder.

“You were just warning us about the dangers of hypothermia Pope!” You respond.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna help anyone feel better,” says Kie.

“I think it’s important everyone knows preventatives! Drying out clothes, conserving body heat-“

“That sounds like the start of a porn,” JJ chuckles in the passenger seat.

You cant even laugh.

“Anyway, we’re here for you,” Kie says. 

“I didn’t want to go on my first trip either,” Sarah chimes in.  You smile at them.

“Thanks, guys. Just don’t want this to end up like Blair Witch or any other camping movie.”

“I’ve been to this campsite a million times,”

John B says as he turns the wheel. 

“Because my family owns it,�� Kie rolls her eyes. “It’s barely in the woods.”

“Totally flat,” JJ says around his blunt. “Can see hot people from far away.”

“Very crucial,” you say dryly.

The conversation shifts away from you to the failed camping hookups. You think over your friends’ words in your head. Especially JJ’s.

You turn to look out the window at the passing trees. Your eyes catch JJ’s in the sideview mirror. He winks at you and you smile back, not quite reaching your eyes.

He spins back in his seat and calls your name. “You want a hit?”

“Yes please,” you say, needing any escape from your brain you can get. You reach forward and take hold of the smoke, careful not to touch his hand; you had enough going on right now.

“Damn JJ, thought you were saving that weed,” John B said to the rear view mirror.

You pause before your inhale.

“It’ll help calm her nerves man! Get off my back,” JJ retorted.

You smoked the blunt and secretly let Kie have a hit before John B had stopped whining about JJ not giving him any. 

You had handed it back when the van rumbled onto the gravel parking lot of the campsite. 

“Fuck, you had a lot,” JJ said looking at it.

“Sorry. Lots of nerves,” You grin sheepishly. 

“Let’s go!” John B hollers, jumping out of the van and walking around to open the door for sarah. They kiss and the rest of you make gagging noises.

“Aww you’re just jealous of how much body heat we’ll have,” Sarah says.

“Ewwww”, we chorus back. 

JJ has already lifted the trunk, tshirt blowing in the breeze. 

He hands you your backpack first, but when you go to thank him he’s already moved on.

You shake your head and stick with Kie to follow her directions on setting up your shared tent. Sarah and John B also shared, Pope had his own, and JJ insisted on sleeping outside.

“How often do you see the stars like this, baby?”

“He’ll be crawling in my tent at the first breeze,” Pope grumbled.

With everyones stuff packed away, it was time for the beach. You struggled getting on your swimsuit in the cramped tent, but succeeded and laid out your towel to read on the sand. 

“Whatcha reading?” Sarah says, her sunglasses pushed up on her head.

“Beach Read,” you reply with a grin, showing her the cover.

“Nice,” she smiles back before john b hauls her up and runs toward the water. 

He checks if she’s okay before jumping in, the shallow water coming up to their calves as they laugh. Your mouth bitters from jealousy.

“C’mon y/n/n! I’ll race you in!” JJ raps your shoulder.

“And freeze to death tonight? I don’t think so.” You tease.

“I’ll keep you warm, m’lady,” his sharp canine appearing under his smirk.

“You better keep that promise,” you grin and allow him to grab your hand and pull you  into the lake. 

The warmth traveling up your body from the connection only vanishes once JJ pulls you both fully under.

You come up, gasping. “Fuck you,”

“You wish!” He splashes water above his head and you smile at the joy on his face.

Soon enough, you’re all in the water. 

Your friends call out to start a game of chicken, and you call dibs on JJ as fast as you can.

“Come on!” Kie groans.

“Hey!” says Pope indignantly. “I can do it!”

You shrug at Kie and smile. “I’m just being strategic,” 

“Ouch baby, I thought you just wanted to tug my hair,” JJ says.

“You’re the most intense about chicken,” you refute.

“Really it should be called ostrich or something-chickens are too short for this,” JJ says.

“Guys let’s go!” John B calls with Sarah already on his shoulders.

JJ squats down. “You ready?”

“Yup!” you pull your bikini up on your hips and place your hands on his shoulders. Sliding your right leg over, then your left, you timidly place my hands on his head, flatly.

JJ shakes his head at you. “C’mon y/n/n you gotta grab on! That’s how we win!”

“Okay jay, okay,” you say, getting a better grip on his hair. You tried not to think of the implications, grabbing his hair as he-

“We’re ready!” JJ says, getting a better grip on your thighs. That doesn’t help you focus, but you try to keep calm as you look at the competitors: Kie on Pope, Sarah on John B.

You lean down to speak quietly into JJ’s ear.

“John Bs still got that right forearm from that fight with topper-if we push sarah that direction he won’t catch her.”

He grins and looks at you. “Dirty. I like it.”

You pat his shoulder and sit back up, getting situated. JJ bites your knee and you laugh.

Kie and Pope finally stop bickering and Sarah claps her hands to start the game. 

“And…go!”

You clamp your feet harder on JJ’s back.  He moves towards John B and Sarah, trudging through the water. 

JJ and you share a smirk as you divert to John B and Sarah’s left side. You immediately lock arms with her and began to shove. 

“I’ll get you!” Sarah squeals.

“C’mon y/n get her!” JJ says.

With a final shove, you send Sarah reeling back into the water. She squeals as she goes down, John B scrambling to keep her on his shoulders.

“Our turn!” Kie challenges you.

JJ turns to her and Pope.

“We got this,” you say.

“Hell yeah we do,” JJ replies, bouncing on his feet.

Kie and Pope lunge at you, but JJ sidesteps the attack. You grab Kie’s shoulder and tug to the left. Pope squeaks and they topple over. 

You raise your arms and cheer as the other four begin to grumble. It was a group of sore losers, but it was hard to care when you came out on top.

“Okay, game over.” John B says, rolling his eyes. 

“What, don’t want to lose again?” JJ teases. 

You whoop again to be annoying. JJ chuckles and leans down to let you off. 

You turn to him. “We did it!”

“We did it!” He repeats, and wraps his arms around your waist to swing you around. “Dream team!” He screams.

“Dinner time!” Kie yells and splashes to the shore. You all follow her, the heat of JJ still lingering on your back and down your legs. 

After dinner, we sit around the fire and drink JJ’s cache of warm beer he forgot to put in the cooler.

Everyone slowly breaks up: Sarah and John B heading to their tent with their hands all over each other, then Kie heading to your shared tent, and Pope to his. 

Soon, you and JJ are the only ones left.

“Losers,” JJ says. 

“Both in chicken and in being teens,” You say, taking a swig.

JJ chuckles and shakes his head. “Like, what now?”

You jump to your feet. JJ looks at you confused as you place your beer can down.

“Screw them. Let’s go night swimming.” You reach out your hand. He grins and grabs it, standing up.

“Like, skinny dipping?”

“Up to you!” You giggle, running towards the shoreline. 

“What, really?! Wait up!” 

You’re already pulling your shirt over your head when JJ reaches the water. 

“Jesus christ,” JJ says, eyes trying not to look at your bikini top.

“I wore this earlier,” you laugh.

“Yeah, but I was focused on winning..damn…”

You pull your shorts down your legs. “You coming or what?” you ask. 

“Yeah yeah working on it,” he said, crossing his arms to pull his shirt over his head. You try not to look as his abs appear, a happy trail down the bottom. You wade in instead. 

“Oh fuck it’s cold!” You yelp as your toes touch the lake. 

“Don’t be a chicken,” he said, now in just swim trunks. 

“Oh yeah?” you retort. 

“Oh yeah. I’m jumping all the way in.”

“Then i will too!”

“Okay, 3, 2-” JJ dives in before finishing the countdown.

“You dick!” you yell, running to jump in after him.

Unable to see anything in the dark water, JJ catches you completely by surprise when he jumps out and pushes you in.

You scream when you hit the ice cold water.

“Fuck!”

“Yeah, it’s fucking cold. You were right,” JJ says, shaking water out of his hair.

“You think?!” you say, trying to be angry but just laughing in the end. 

He smiles in agreement. “Yeah, I think.”

“Ok we’re gonna get hypothermia…let’s get out.”

“We’ll be fineeeee,” JJ responds. 

“Maybe you will, you living furnace, but I’m cold.” 

“I’ll keep you warmed up,” JJ gives you a toothy grin. “C’mere,”

“What?” you say, getting closer.

“Just c’mere-” suddenly he jumps forward, pushing you in again.

“You ass!!”

“What, you like it?” he turns to show me his ass.

“Hmmm lemme take a closer look,” you say. He backs up and you shove him.

“Fuck!” he resurfaces, looking at you with big hurt eyes. You can see the gears turning in his head on how he can get you next, so you end it there and head back to shore.

The two of you giggle and whisper on your way up the beach. But when you peek inside your tent, Kie is sprawled out asleep across both your sleeping bags. You groan to the sky.

“What’s up?” JJ says.

“Kie’s all over my stuff and I don’t want to wake her up.”

JJ leans in beside you and grimaces. “Yikes.”

“The fuck do I do now?” You say, already beginning to shiver in your wet clothes.

“There’s room in my sleeping bag, and body heat and all that.”

“What?”

“I said i’d keep you warm-sleep with me,” JJ replies.

You could feel my skin begin to buzz at the idea of being so close to him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude…”

“Yeah totally,” he shrugs. “These stars cant be appreciated alone.”

“Okay, but feel free to roll me out if i’m a bad bag-mate,” You say. 

He laughs. “I don’t think that’ll happen.” 

I grab my pillow, which Kie thankfully had not gotten on. “Thank you so much…Popes hypothermia talk has got me freaked out.”

“I won’t let you die, babe,” JJ says, unzipping the sleeping bag. Your heart pounds at the nickname.

JJ pauses once the bag is open.

“Are you sure about-“ you start.

“Yes, i am,” he cuts you off. He climbs inside and lays on his back, shuffling to the side.

You approach slowly, until he pats besides him.

“Roomy! 5 stars!”

You laugh. “Is there room service?”

“Whatever you request, milady.” You feel your face getting warm as you slide your legs in next to his. He was right-there was a good amount of room for a sleeping bag. That didn’t mean you weren’t in incredibly close proximity.

You sit on your elbows to put your pillow down.

“Oh good, I forgot to bring a pillow,” he says.

“JJ. What? How?”

“See! This arrangement works for both of us.”

“Did you plan this just to steal my pillow?” you tease.

“Oh, absolutely,” he responds. You both shift to get comfortable, putting your heads on the pillow. Whatever space the sleeping bag may have granted is stolen away by you both resting your heads on the same small pillow. 

Your breaths fan over each other as you lay there. 

“Thanks for helping me win chicken today,” he says quietly, looking into your eyes. 

“Thank you for getting me my first ever victory,” you smile back. Before you can stop yourself, you drag a piece of his hair behind his ear.

He freezes. 

You scramble to apologize but he stops you. He slowly reaches his hand up to brush your hair behind your ear. His hand doesn’t move, instead resting on your jaw.

Your knees knock. 

You can feel the heat building between your legs, and try to squeeze your thighs tighter.

“Y/n,” he whispers.

“Yeah, jay?” your eyes dip to his lips, and he lets out the smallest whimper.

His fingers weave more desperately into your hair. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

He groans and pulls your heads together. You moan into the kiss, hands going to his hair and gripping it harder.

It was everything you had imagined and more. You could feel him wanting you just as desperately as you wanted him. The lake water still lingered in his taste.

When you pull back to breathe, his eyes are on yours immediately. His thumb traces your lower lip, sending shivers across your face. You trace his cheekbones.

“I lied earlier,” you say.

“About what?” he says, concerned. 

“I did pick you in chicken to tug on your hair,” you giggle.

He groans again and kisses you harder. His open mouthed kisses expand to your jaw, and your breathing gets heavier.

His breath gets raspy. “Do you know how I felt seeing you in that bikini?”

“You can see as much of me as you want,” you reply breathlessly.

“Not here.” He kisses you again. “It has to be right.” 

You don’t get a chance to respond before his lips are on yours again, hands grasping you desperately. You slip your hands under his shirt to feel his stomach, almost gasping when you feel the hard lines of his abs.

“Jesus, JJ, fuck..”

He took advantage of your gasp to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring you with fervor wherever he could reach.

“Please, JJ..”

“What, baby?”

You moan softly at the nickname and the intensity of his eyes. “Want you..wanted you for so long,”

“Me too, baby, me too,” he kisses you. His hands grip at your breasts, their sensitivity making you arch closer to him.

“Fuck, love,” you mumble, scratching his scalp.

You lean to his neck, wanting to leave a mark of you on his skin. His hands slide up and down your torso as you work on the bruise, his pinky sliding along the hem of your bikini bottom.

Your buck your hips, and he takes the sign to slip his hand lower. His palm slips over the hair there and reaches your clit.

You groan into his neck, trailing your hands from his abs over his shorts to palm his cock. You took him in your hand but he stopped you. 

“Sorry, I should’ve asked-“

“No no just…let me take care of you,” he says, sliding your hand back into his hair. 

“I knew you liked your hair tugged,” you grin. 

“I knew you liked thinking about me in bed.”

“I-I didn’t-“ you’re cut off when his thumb circles your clit.

“What was that?” he smiles.

“I-okay, I did,” 

“What did you think about?” his middle finger begins to gather the slick around your hole, as his thumb continues its rhythm.

“I-if you-“

“If what?”

“If you liked praise-if you-if you’d let me sit on your face-“

He groans into your neck. “Yes and yes.”

He slides his middle finger inside you, curving it to hit your spongy spot. You groan.

“God J, you’re a dream,” you babble.

“Oh yeah?” he says, beginning to pump his finger. 

“Did you - think about me?” you ask.

“All the time,” 

“What do- do you want to know?”

“I wanted-“ he trails off.

“Tell me, please,” you moan and grab his bicep.

“I- fuck- I wanted to know what pretty sounds you make, if you’d let me get you  cockdrunk, what you taste like-“

You moan and kiss him again. He pushes another finger inside you and you break, cumming over his fingers.

You feel his strangled gasp beside you, and a wet spot on your thigh.

“Fuck, JJ, did you come too?”

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly.

“That’s so fucking hot,” you groan, shoving your lips into his again.

He pulls his fingers up and holds them between you.

“Look at this mess you made,” he teases. He puts his fingers in his mouth and groans, tasting you.

“God you’re perfect…I knew it. Taste yourself.”

He puts his fingers in your mouth, and you swirl your tongue to get every taste of you and him combined.

“Did I keep my promise?” he asks.

“Definitely. I am very warmed up.” you smile.

The sleeping bag is much more comfortable once you wrap your arms around each other, and you fall asleep tired and smiling. 

[kiestrokes]

Kie! While listening to this, I started wondering something. Who has the more dark ringmaster energy between Hongjoong and Seonghwa?

Oooh 😏 so in my opinion HJ presents as the darker ringmaster. But it's just to throw people off and protect the actual "witch doctor" (sorry I went nola-lore on you) which is Hwa. Because without Hwa the whole circus loses its magic. Much like HJ is the leader, but Hwa is older and has this quiet commanding aura to him. Vs. HJ's chaotic theatric presence.

[chuuyrr]

MERRY CHRISTMAS ATE CHU!!!!!!!!!!! MUAWH MUAWHHHHHH<33

quick question do you still put your materialist of the series for baby Scarlet witch, cuz I checked your collections and I couldn't find the new ones you made lol, or it's just my eyesight is going bad😭

MERRY CHRISTMAS KIE (૭ ｡•̀ ᵕ •́｡ )૭

also, yes i still put my masterlist of the series for my baby/child! scarlet witch! reader. also no worries about it. in fact, here are some of my recent works below. enjoy reading po !!

vessel au (yuuji becomes the vessel for scarlet witch. it's kind of like mama! scarlet witch!)

soukoku comforting baby! scarlet witch (baby! scarlet witch! gets a nightmare during her stay with chuuya and dazai and gets comforted by them. i highly recommend this one tbh)

scarlet witch! reader gets a best friend / partner (fluff to angst type of fic wherein reader repeats gojo's history with geto. said best friend/partner may or may not be inspired by chuuya)

scarlet witch! reader as a 1st year together with megumi, nobara, and yuuji (au wherein reader is almost the same age as megumi when gojo took them in)

how gojo reacted when the higher-ups found out how powerful baby! scarlet witch is (sort of a backstory why the higher-ups in jjk hates or wants scarlet witch reader, as well as why gojo doesn't bring you during meetinfs anymore)

scarlet witch! reader being calmed by akutagawa and akutagawa only (baby! reader throws a tantrum and surprisingly not even the favorite dazai or chuuya can calm reader down. i also recommend this! made it kind of like wan.)

scarlet witch! reader turns into an actual 1 year old (also one of my current faves and recommended writings. it's pure fluff of ADA taking care of an actual baby reader with dazai absolutely loving you so much too !!)

[ghostiewriter]

summary: It has been three weeks since they last saw each other and maybe self-control isn't in the question for either of them. Or, day twenty-nine of ghostie's spooktober spectacular.

read here on ao3.

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“Fuck, it’s been too long.” 

“Far too long.” 

“Shut up and kiss me now.” 

It had been, in fact, almost three weeks since they had last seen each other and it was not by choice. 

It was what JJ considered a random Saturday morning when three loud knocks echoed through Kiara’s apartment and her grandmother stood on the other side, muttering what was a load of nonsense to him before she began walking around the place, collecting things she deemed was ‘necessary to pack’. 

Kiara didn’t have much of an explanation for him, not one that could be said in such a short amount of time as she dragged him to her bedroom to help her pack up some clothes. The short story was that it was a witch-related emergency ritual that essentially took place in the middle of nowhere. She shouldn’t have been gone for too long but she also couldn’t give him an exact date when she would be back. 

But JJ didn’t mind. He knew this was a part of her life, that there would be things he would never quite understand and it didn’t really bother him. He just kissed her goodbye, told her he loved her and promised he would feed Salem and take care of her plants when she was gone. 

Now, three weeks later, she had barely just arrived in the city before she made her way to his apartment, not even letting a word leave his lips before she practically pounced on him. 

Not that he had a problem, not a single fucking one.

There was a trail of abandoned pieces of clothing leading from the front door to his bedroom, a problem and nuisance they would deal with in the morning. But now? Now, JJ just wanted to ravish his girlfriend he had not seen in over twenty-one days. 

“Shit, Kie,” he let out a groan as their bodies twisted between the sheets, JJ now lying on his back and Kiara straddling his waist. There was barely a second before her lips were on him again, his head falling back on the pillows. 

“Need you inside me,” she murmured against his skin, feeling his Adam's apple bob as her breath fanned over a sweet spot on his neck. “It’s been too long, Jay.” 

JJ had little self control at that point. He hadn’t seen his girlfriend in three weeks, let alone talk to her during that time. And now she was scantily dressed on his lap, with just a pair of panties covering her, so there was little else his brain could focus on other than Kiara. 

But maybe—just maybe—if JJ was a little less sex-drunk and a little more observant, he would have noticed the signs earlier. 

Kiara had told him about the unpredictability of magic, the times it could get out of hand or out of the control of the user. She had told him that especially after big events or rituals, magic could be a little temperamental in how it plays up, and a lot of that depends on the witch’s mood too.

Being away from her boyfriend and all civilisation for three weeks was going to have some effects on Kiara’s magic. 

But both of them were too wrapped up in each other’s touches and kisses to care or notice, too lost in the lust and desperation to pick up on any of it. Magic wasn’t completely uncommon for them in the bedroom, but not quite to this extent. 

The noise she let out was beyond anything JJ could ever dream of as she sank down on his cock, lips parted and eyes clenched shut as her hands were pressed against his chest. JJ threw his head back, soft groans leaving his lips as he felt her walls clench around him. 

God, he missed this feeling.

Kiara moved to lift her hips but the firm grip of his hands on her waist kept her sunken down on his cock, not letting her move just yet. 

“Jay,” she whined as she squirmed on his lap. It had been too long, far too fucking long and she really wasn’t in the mood for his teasing. She wanted him, she needed him. “Stop playing.” 

“Maybe I wanna hear you beg, baby,” he said and flashed her a grin, one that had her clenching around his cock and it only made his ego spike higher. “Haven’t heard you beg in so long, I miss hearing what a needy thing you become.” 

Her eyes flashed purple and maybe it was stupid, but it excited him. 

“You wanna play?” 

His grin was wolfish. “C’mon, baby.” 

JJ didn’t even get a chance to goude her any further when he felt two vines wrapping around each wrist and pinning his hands to the headboard of the bed. He looked up at Kiara and the smug smile on her lips, and he couldn’t help but feel his own excitement buzzing through his body. 

“That seems a bit unfair,” JJ murmured, hooded eyes glancing down at her lips as she leaned down close enough to the point her nose was brushing against his. 

“Be a good boy for me and maybe I’ll let you go,” Kiara grinned as she pressed a chaste kiss on his lips before sitting up again. 

He was used to this. He could deal with this. He could understand this. 

But the rest of it? Not so much. 

JJ thought he was imagining it at first. She was riding his cock and her moans were echoing through the bedroom and she looked so pretty on his lap that JJ was convinced his brain was just playing tricks on him, that he was just so lost in the pleasure that he was starting to hallucinate stuff that wasn’t happening. 

Like the sound of the tap running in the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. 

Like the sound of a bulb smashing in the hallway when he could have sworn he had just changed them the other week after Salem harassed him about it. 

Like the scuffing of the bed against the floorboards suddenly disappearing because the bed was fucking levitating. 

It was in his head. It wasn’t real. The delirium of being sex-drunk and having his super hot girlfriend ride him like it was the first time they had seen each other in years was just getting to him. 

But then the pleasure was overwhelming and the vines were gone. Kiara was breathless and whiny, she was clinging onto him as she desperately neared her high. His hands were back on her hips, holding her up as he fucked up into her, listening to the pretty sounds she made and listening to the way she moaned out his name like it was the only word she fucking cared about. 

He could hear it in her voice as she got closer, could feel her nails digging into his arms and could see the fucked-out, dazed expression on her face as she finally came, and he wasn’t far behind either. 

What JJ was not expecting was the flashes of multiple colours around them. If they hadn’t continued for a few more moments, he would have thought he imagined them. 

But they were undeniably there as Kiara sat on his lap, clenching around his cock as flashes of blues and purples and reds and greens erupted around the room like the fourth of July. 

“I know I’m good in bed but I didn’t realise I was that good,” JJ murmured, unsure of what else to even say at that moment. 

It took Kiara a moment for everything to click before she let out an embarrassed groan, her hands coming to cover her face as she felt the skin of her cheeks begin to warm up.

“Kie?” JJ asked softly, a little concerned as he sat up despite her still being promptly on his lap, and gently pulled her hands from her face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” 

“It does this sometimes,” Kiara admitted with a bashful look on her face. “My magic goes…weird when I’m feeling…” 

“Horny?” JJ teased, laughing a little when she lightly slapped his chest. 

“It’s embarrassing,” she grumbled with a heavy sigh. 

“It’s an ego boost,” he retorted, seemingly amused by the whole situation. Which, in all honesty, was a relief when she considered he might have been totally freaked out by the situation. “Bet I can make you come fireworks again.”

Kiara snorted. “Shut up!” 

“Do you think we could keep them going for longer than five seconds?” 

“JJ!” 

“I’m serious!”

.

[nolanhollogay]

places to kiss + in a vehicle!

jjedgar getting their smooch on in the twinkie sorry john b my friend john b

+

"Do you think they're dead?" Edgar asked, looking up at JJ. He was lying on the nasty floor of the Twinkie, bored out of his mind. John B and Kie went into the liquor store to heckle the kid who worked there into giving them beer and they'd been gone for fifteen minutes. "With our track record, they might be dead."

JJ laughed and tapped the toe of his sneaker against Edgar's hip. "Nah, they're probably just charming him into giving them the good stuff. You know how persuasive they can be."

Edgar hummed in thought. "I think John B could maybe persuade the guy on a good day, and Kie could flirt for it if it wasn't against her moral code. The both of them couldn't convince a fish to swim."

JJ laughed again, an ugly little witch cackle that made Edgar's chest warm. "I'm tellin' 'em that you shit talked 'em."

"Snitch," Edgar teased. "And we have to face the facts. John B is very charming, but no one really takes him seriously. Kie can't lie to save her life cause she panics."

"Well, we coulda sent you but you're too scared that Jesus is gonna smite you for drinking, which is stupid because you're already gay and having sex," JJ said. "And you know that guy in there doesn't like me so..."

Edgar sat up, offended by his taunt. "I'm trying to keep my sin count low!"

JJ made grabby hands at him. "Oh my God. C'mere Church Boy. I was kidding, you know that."

Edgar huffed but sat next to him, crossing his arms over his chest. "See if I ever have sex out of wedlock with you ever again."

JJ rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry for making fun of your very important feelings for our Lord and Savior."

"You're just jealous that He is the most important man in my life," Edgar said.

JJ nodded, very seriously. "Of course. I'm super upset to come second to a guy who lives in the sky. Jesus doesn't make out with you!"

"And you're lucky He doesn't. You wouldn't stand a chance," Edgar said, trying to stop himself from laughing. The visual of him kissing Jesus was hilarious.

"You're saying you think Jesus is a better kisser than me?" JJ asked.

Edgar shrugged. "I don't know. He might be. I think you might have to remind me of your skill set."

JJ nodded. "Oh, I think I can do that."

He grabbed the back of Edgar's neck, pulling him into a kiss. Edgar giggled into his mouth, the ridiculousness of their conversation hitting him hard all at once.

JJ pulled away to send him a smile before diving back in, kissing him ever so slightly harder than before. Edgar let out a hum of pleasure as his hand slid under his t-shirt, resting on the small of his back.

+

That was how John B and Kie found them five minutes later, curled together with their lips locked.

"Jesus Christ," Kie said as John B exclaimed, "Seriously? We leave you alone for five minutes."

[freezegirl]

" kie, my darling, would you help me for an hour? i just want to get some autumn decorations set up around the apartment and diner, but i think you might be better able to reach with the bunting! oh, and we also have a young couple wanting to plan a halloween wedding, and we're in charge of the catering, so maybe we could brainstorm some ideas there, if you're interested? "

spring cleaning with @clochanam

as soon as aisling enters the room, kie looks up from her phone and when aisling asks for her help, she immediately taps on the pause button and katia kurakova freezes mid-triple axel. "i'd love to!"

she smiles at aisling, then, and there is something about the twinkle in her eye. it's almost mischievous. "you do know i'm only five foot three, right, mom? unless there's a ladder involved for the, uh... bunting?"

regardless, she rises from the couch in one fluid motion, closes the youtube app she'd been using and stuffs her phone in her pocket.

"as for the wedding, it kind of depends how spooky---" kie holds up one hand and extracts her phone from her pocket. she unlocks it and with a few taps, she's managed to get the voice recorder app started. "---it depends on how spooky they want their wedding to be. do they want it to be cute and cozy or do they want it to be a little freaky? in any case, depending on how much time we've got, i can come up with a couple of things to sculpt. see if we can re-create those in the kitchen. like, i dunno, cute ghost cookies and ghost cupcakes, or tiny mummy pretzels! or mini pecan pumpkin pies and pumpkin mousse parfaits! oh, oh! what about an edible witchy cauldron filled with other edible elements paired with a vampire cocktail?!"

said vampire cocktail, khione adds, is essentially a vanilla milkshake with some grenadine drizzled over the top and down the sides.

catering is more than just the desserts - much more - but of course kie's focus shifts towards the sweet stuff.

speaking of which: "the other day i found this really cute recipe online. witches fingers. it's a thin sandwich but it looks, well, like the finger of a witch, i suppose. i know advik's not the biggest fan of crusts they'd have to be crustless witches fingers - it's a bit spooky but not too much. which also reminds me: maeve said we're eating pumpkin mac and cheese tonight but i don't know if that's real - i never know if maeve is being genuine or sarcastic, to be honest."

she pauses, then, saves the recording and almost winces because she'd been talking so much. "right, sorry. that was a lot. um, are we doing the... bunting first?"

[homestuck-human-generator]

Name: Mr. Alma Lazzari Color: Burgundy #8d021f Symbol: Dusty Aster Strife Specibus: bombkind Handle: terrificApricity Animal: mynah bird Pronouns: kie/kir/kirs/kirself Age: 18 Birthday: 343th day of the year Sexuality: straight Interests: winemaking and volunteering Dream Moon: derse Classpect: Witch of Blood Land: Land of Puzzles and Torment, a tired place, with sore American/Common Snapping Turtle consorts. It is a place full of Orbs™️ and canals of color. Mnemosyne lurks at it's core. Instrument: flageolet

[roll-a-troll]

Your name is Dammek Xoloto, preferred honorific Miss. You use kie/kir/kir/kirself, and your blood runs fuschia. Your sign is Pipia, sign of the inquiring, which suits you, you guess. for better or for worse. You decided not to dwell on it long ago. While you do not know it, your class is Witch. You are 18 sweeps old, and you've an interest in LARPing, and dabble in troll brazilian jiu-jitsu- At least, when the mood allows. You were brought up by your unusual lusus, Coralmom, and you have never heard of your ancestor, Fusi Honorable Changeling. You've been training very hard at the saw, and it's begun to pay off.. You are doomed to die, you fear. Shoe, your shitty weapon, is your everyday companion, you can't imagine life without it. You use the handle grievousGamin on instaharm. When you type, you duplicate your z's, but only when you're comfortable. via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/rmi5JL7, do as you please

[lonelychicago]

What fandoms do you like other than 911 if you have any, im interested to hear about them

🎶

ohhh, i have a few but not any that are as strong as my hyperfixation with 911 ksjsjs

okay so i love love LOVE maisie peters (listen to her album the good witch plsss is so good!!)

and i love all for the game?? it's a trilogy of books. (if you're gonna read them, check for trigger warnings bc it gets kinda intense in some parts.) but neil and andrew are SO soulmates shaped and i love them and the fics for that fandom are INSANE in the best way possible. (my favorite author in the fandom is gluupor and they write the best fics ever)

i also love outer banks (jj and kie own me), heartstopper, the rookie, yellowjackets, the wilds, the folk of the air (another trilogy of books that it is also kinda intense at times), criminal minds and jatp (i actually started out as a jatp blog then turned to criminal minds then to the folk of the air then turned to 911 kshsksjsjs)

[the-maidofgevaudan]

HELP, Need accounts to follow

So I've recently jumped back on tumblr and need some new and active accounts to follow since all the old ones I used to follow have not posted in like 3,000+ days haha.

If you post any of the following like or something so I can check out your account, pls!

Teen Wolf

Outerbanks

The Vampire Diaries

The Originals (currently watching this one for the first time)

Bridgerton

Gilmore Girls

Prodigal Son

Virgin River (I need to catch up on this one)

One Tree Hill

Stranger Things

Emily In Paris

Sweet Magnolia's

Fate (I need to finish this one)

Friday Night Lights

Sabrina The Teenage Witch

Riverdale

I am also always up for any tv recommendations

[magicalgirloftheday]

✧・ﾟ:*Today’s magical girl of the night is: Princesa Jade from The Caster Chronicles!✧・ﾟ:*