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woven-birds · 11 months

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hi there! welcome to my little cozy corner of the internet. i’m so glad you stopped by. <3

˚✿˖° i’m kristen. :) moonchild. avid daydreamer. vegetarian. mother. native american (mohawk) and irish. bookworm. goofball.⋆˚✿˖°

i am a twenty-something lady who lives in upstate new york. i read too many books and drink copious amounts of tea/coffee. i’m obsessed with anything antique or from a bygone era. i have two adorable sons named liam and riggsin (riggs for short). i love being a mother. i have two cats (lilith & mau), a bunny (papa, he’s a netherland dwarf rabbit), & a dog (ziggy). my hair is always messy no matter how hard i try to make it look decent. i’m forever sleepy and in love with nature. i still love playing on playgrounds. i often feel homesick for places that i’ve never been. my head is always in the clouds. i feel most at peace in nature. i love love love floral print, rainy days, the moon, sunsets, wildflowers, & daydreams. i am a makeup and true crime/horror junkie. i also love to draw/paint and take photos. <3

❤︎ i’d rather be thrifting. ❤︎

my head is always in the clouds; i’m perpetually daydreaming. ⋆｡°•☁︎

my favorite sounds: trains in the distance, birds singing, rain hitting the window, the keys of a typewriter, book pages turning, cats purring, clocks ticking, the sound of leaves crunching when you step on them in autumn, the crackling sound a record makes when the needle first touches it.

these are a few of my favorite things: flower crowns, old hollywood films, gardens, fairies, teacups & teapots, fairy tales, bunnies, squishmallows, sharks, outer-space, macarons, graveyards, dresses, handwritten letters, studio ghibli films, pressing flowers, strawberries, flowering tea, bookstores & libraries, cuddling, butterflies, sweaters, candles, when smells act as time machines, penny presses, everything about autumn.

music that i like: fleetwood mac, turnover, nirvana, mom jeans., neck deep, the front bottoms, say anything, dashboard confessional, hot mulligan, weezer, andrew mcmahon, bon iver, sonic youth, david bowie, modern baseball, death cab for cutie, yeah yeah yeahs, mitski, melanie martinez, alex g, the 1975, noah kahan, hozier, beach bunny, girl in red, system of a down, led zeppelin, ghost, the smiths, microwave, heart attack man, joyce manor, wallows, type o negative, chiodos, car seat headrest, pixies, the beatles, fleet foxes, rilo kiley, arctic monkeys, nicole dollanganger, lana del rey, ajj, ozzy, circa survive, fiona apple, a day to remember, $uicideboy$, sleep token, slipknot, brand new, mac demarco, deftones, title fight, soundgarden, the story so far, pup, taylor swift, pink floyd, bjork, black sabbath, tool, green day, balance and composure, movements, oso oso, slayer, bright eyes, real friends, florence + the machine, blink-182, & more! i listen to a lot of different genres; i really am that person that says they listen to “everything” haha.

p.s. if you’ve made it to the end of this i owe you a hug.

my side blogs: @teacuploveletter//@fairieslivehere//@arainyautumnnight//@snowandtinsel//@tea-and-tulips//@clumsyhoneybee//@grunge-fairyx// @living-inadaydream

other places you can find me:

instagram: magicwildflowers

snapchat: rainygirl53

tiktok: magicwildflowers

pinterest: magicwildflowers

spacehey: www.spacehey.com/magicwildflowers

{posts are mostly from my queue! feel free to ask me any questions!<3}

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comatosebunny09 · 2 years

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Summary: Writer’s block. You’re no stranger to it. Often strikes when you’re stressed and restless. Tonight happens to be one of those instances where you’ve hit a creative wall. Stuck scrutinizing your monitor for hours, racking your brain for the right words to string together. Luckily, Kyojuro is there to assist. To provide a little motivation to keep you focused. Some inspiration, if you will. And then some...

Word Count: ~3K

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Graphic Description of Sex, Alcohol Use, Tobacco Use, Language, Cunnilingus, Intercourse Between Consenting Adults, Bodily Fluids, Pet Names, OOC!Kyo, Female!Reader, MDNI!

Inspiration: Dern Kala - Khruangbin High Like This - Kevin George Morocco - Alina Baraz ILoveUIHateU - Playboi Carti

Thank you so much for reading! Hope you enjoy!

Tagging: @portgasdariel

You’ve hit a creative wall.

Though, it’s nothing new. You’re accustomed to such hang-ups. Often have writer’s block when you’re stressed, overworked, and anxious. Tonight is one of those nights where your fingers refuse to translate the madness inhabiting your mind.

You glare down at your iridescent keyboard. Spent a pretty penny on it. It’s clicky, like a typewriter. Figured it would help your productivity, but sadly, it won’t do its job tonight. A quick glance at your smartwatch tells you that it is 11:06 PM. You feel inefficient, having only churned out 500 words for the latest chapter of your story since you first sat down.

Three hours ago.

You push away from your desk with a sigh rushing past your lips. Slide into your fuzzy slippers, the faux fur a stark contrast to your medallion rug. Your boyfriend on your left eyes you from his peripheral. Engulfed in a round of Black Ops, fiddling with his controller. But Kyojuro tugs his headset away from an ear to ask if you are “all right, darling?” Still keeps his vision plastered on the 65-inch screen mounted overhead.

You give him a half-hearted smile. Drop your shoulders. Peel yourself from the comfort of your gaming chair. “I’m good.” You give his arm a reassuring squeeze. Hate it when he worries about you. He has his own set of issues to deal with, so you don’t want to add to his load.

You yawn and stretch. Joints pop and click. A bottle of Los Osos Merlot calls your name from the freezer. Maybe it’ll help assuage your nerves and melt away whatever’s corking your creative flow.

Your kitchen is dimly lit. Polluted by the yellow, fluorescent stove light whilst you pour yourself some wine. The bulbed glass is crisp in your palm, much like the air circulating through your home. Before you can haul yourself back to your computer, the faint gleam of your hookah beckons you from the corner of your eye.

A little shisha in your system might aid in getting your artistic juices flowing again.

The most time-consuming part is heating up the coals. Coconut. Last a lot longer than standard charcoal, so they’re worth the wait. You drop two in the burner, turning the knob up to get them started. In the meantime, you gather the necessary parts for your hookah. Kyojuro watches with inquisitive brows while you set it up in the midst of your office-slash-game room, closest to the futon—an excellent addition for power naps, lounging, and other miscellaneous activities.

“Taking a break?” the blond asks, having swiveled around in his chair to observe you.

“Mmhmm,” comes your simple response. “Ran outta ideas, so I’m just gonna chill.”

Kyojuro hums, replacing his attention on the T.V. after stating, “take all the time you need then, darling.”

You disappear into the inky hallway. Soon after, return with coal clutched in a small set of silver tongs. The charcoal glimmers an intimidating orange, mirroring the LED lights coloring your office. You place them atop the bowl. Flop down onto the couch after sliding out of your house shoes. Wine glass in one hand, phone in the other, you queue up a playlist on Spotify made for occasions like this.

Your boyfriend’s sporadic chuckles and praise provide comforting background noise while you sip and unwind. Swipe through your Newsfeed, nothing piquing your interest. You watch over Kyojuro’s shoulder as he gets a multitude of kills. Straight headshots. His back must hurt, carrying his team like that. Time passes like the slow drag of a tide. There’s a subtle purr in your limbs, the merlot working dutifully to put you at ease.

Finally, your pipe finds your fingers. You take a couple puffs to get the shisha going. Opt for slower drags once it’s heated up. The sharp taste of mint and delicate watermelon flavor duel for custody of your tastebuds. As you exhale, a plume of smoke flows from your nostrils, permeating the air with its saccharine scent. You feel a bit more relaxed now. Lean back into the cushions, a sloppy grin plastered on your face.

The fruity aroma attracts your boyfriend. He places his headset down on the desk. Maneuvers himself to sit beside you, thighs touching, shoulder to shoulder. He pats your quad with a virile hand. Scorches through the thick fabric of your sweats while he works out the kinks in your muscles with lithesome fingers.

You lock eyes for a moment. Ingest Kyojuro’s incandescent embers that crinkle with amusement. Wordless. You offer him a hose. Watch with heavy lids whilst he partakes. He rarely smokes, but he’ll sometimes indulge for you.

You’re both enraptured by the music spilling from your speakers. By the strip lights adorning the underside of your desk, shifting colors in tandem with the music. Both of you succumb to the effects of tobacco. Everything becomes a muddled mess to your senses. You’ve lost track of time; somehow dozed off amid sipping and puffing until your bladder makes its presence known.

“Gotta pee,” you say, shooting up, your boyfriend’s tired optics trained on you. You stood a little too quickly. Nicotine’s thrown you off kilter and has you laughing like a lunatic, floundering toward the bathroom.

When you return, well…

There is no mistaking the fervorous light in his eye.

The door clicks shut behind. You lean against it, heart thudding dully in your chest. Kyojuro stares at you with the voracity of a wolf, pupils dilating. Sitting back on the futon, arm draped across the headrest, legs splayed wide in relaxation. A smirk takes possession of his lips. Irises a striking shade of amber, piercing through the pulsating lights. Your boyfriend’s gaze flits southward, ceasing at the rim of your sweatpants. You swallow. All weak-kneed and squeezing your thighs together to ward off the inferno toiling between them.

“Take them off,” Kyojuro instructs. Voice crackles like a gentle hearth fire, though you taste its sinister undercurrents. You’ve slipped your pants down to your ankles without a second thought. Step out of the offending article before he rasps another request when you make a move to sit down.

“Panties too, darling.”

A shiver wracks your body at his timbre. You’ve fucked numerous times, but it always feels like the first with him.

Your satin underwear is soft as it glides down your calves, pooling at your feet. Kyojuro summons you with a thick, curled finger. Pats the space beside him for you to take a seat. And you acquiesce, body moving of its own volition. Take up your pipe again with a shaky hand, feeling his eyes drink you in with the thirst of a man deprived of nourishment for eons.

Kyojuro moves without warning. Amidst a smooth drag of your hookah. Sends you into a coughing fit because of his swiftness. He kneels before you once you’ve quietened down. Encourages your luscious thighs apart, planting your feet flat on the futon. His eyes gloss with lust whilst he cups your bottom, scooting you to the edge. The shine of his irises echoes that of your pussy, wetness coasting down the cleft of your ass.

“What are you doing?” you murmur behind a cloud of smoke. Release a flurry of giggles when hot puffs of air sear your inner thigh. Kyojuro shackles your ankles with firm hands. Kisses the space just shy of your labia, causing your breath to hitch. He captures your eyesight with drunken lids. Presses a modulated kiss to your pretty, plump pussy lips. Invokes a whimper from you, accompanied by a jolt of your hips.

“I thought I might provide you with a little…inspiration.”

And inspire he does.

Kyojuro wastes no time getting to work betwixt your thighs, working your pussy lips apart with a devious tongue. Starts with slow, rhythmic strokes that have your nails scraping against the cushions. Your pelvis surges off the couch in pursuit of his mouth. He follows up with a long swipe that covers the span of your cunt, from your fluttering entrance to the hood of your clitoris. Like you’re an ice cream cone, and he can’t get enough. “Mmm, umai,” he sings into your slobbering sex.

Pleasure flickers in the pit of your belly. You toss your head back, allowing your eyes to fall shut. Kyojuro’s name fleets from your lips in broken syllables, to which he answers with a heady chuckle.

You thread your fingers in his silken locks. Pull him closer, throwing your feet up onto his shoulders. He hits your clit with a succession of quick vertical and diagonal strokes, filling the room with obscene slurps. Laps you into delirium until your blood’s thumping in your throat. Until light spots dance behind your lids. You’re incredibly sensitive, the attention to your clitoris making you keen like a wounded animal. He alternates between fervent and deliberate strokes. Groans into your pussy as if you’re the most delectable thing to ever grace his tongue. Your thighs quake with each swipe. Pelvis lurches with each curl of his tongue. You’re not sure how much longer you will last.

You’re suddenly pushing against his shoulders, incredibly overstimulated.

“K-Kyo, baby, mmm…w-wait, stop!”

He doesn’t, chasing after your cunt like a beast in heat. Holds your legs further apart, only taking a break to ask, “did you cum, baby?” Kyojuro proceeds to dip his tongue into your entrance for a taste. Hums into your delicate pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending you into a frenzy.

“N-no,” you intone, trying to wriggle free, twisting your head. Though your boyfriend’s mouth does terribly distracting things between your legs, you.

Need.

More.

Need to be filled to the brim with something only he can give.

As if sensing your thoughts, Kyojuro tears himself away from your bewitching cunt. Blisters your inner thighs with kisses, gaze interlocking with yours. Chuckles, dark and syrupy whilst stroking your calves, “tell me what you want then, baby.”

You bite your lip. Swallow your resolve. He’s really going to make you say it, isn’t he?

“Please fuck me, Kyo,” you murmur, making his dick jump behind his sweatpants.

If not for the wine and shisha coursing through your system, you would surely blush at the cocksure grin he tosses you.

“Atta’ girl.”

The transition from the futon to the floor is seamless.

You’re wading through molasses. So far gone, you hadn’t registered when your boyfriend picked you up. When your legs wound about his hips, or when he’d lain you into the soft, low pile rug. Just notice the sexy smirk donning his face and the insatiable luster of his eyes.

His sweatpants already discarded. Dick at full mast. This man means business. Saliva puddles in your gullet at the thought of him fucking you into disorientation. You watch through a vignette as his dick slaps against his tanned abs. Want to sip up the bead of precum oozing from his slit.

Fuck.

Kyojuro chortles, tearing his hoodie off his shoulders. Bows down, mouth panning in to lure your own into a succulent kiss. You’re helpless as he coaxes your tongue into a battle of wills. Exchanges the spicy tang of your pussy juice for your pitiful whines. He presses his body weight into you, shaft gliding against your labia whilst he settles himself between your thighs. How badly you want him buried in your pussy, driving you to euphoria.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make you wait long.

Dexterous fingers snake around your wrists. Drag your arms overhead to ensnare them in a powerful grip. And, oh fuck, when Kyojuro taps his heavy cock against your pulsating clit, fireworks soar across your vision. Once, twice. Sticky sounds pervade the atmosphere, making you bite your lip with anticipation gushing through your veins.

Kyojuro growls as he enters you. The bulbous head of his cock awakens those vulnerable nerve endings at the roof of your pussy. He first hits you with shallow thrusts. Relentless snaps of his hips. Barely penetrates you, lingering, loitering. Pushes you into hysteria because he knows you’re most sensitive just a few inches in. Fuck, you need more, or you might just explode.

You’ve had enough of this torture. You ensnare Kyojuro’s hips with your legs in a vice grip that binds him to you. His saturated abs imprint themselves on your doughy stomach. You dig your heels into the small of his back, forcing his dick deeper. You moan in tandem; the union of your bodies and his cock stretching you so deliciously sends electrical currents surging to all your erogenous zones. Kyojuro’s face contorts with bliss. Brows furrowed, breaths labored. His grip on your wrists slackens. You whimper into his open mouth when he draws his pelvis back until just the tip sits in your weeping cunt. He then pistons his hips back into you, operating like a well-oiled machine.

You pitch your hips toward him to meet him, his pelvic bone kissing your clit. Your pelvis stutters from the contact. Eyes roll into the back of your head, a sticky thread of saliva spilling down your cheek. Pussy flutters, greedily sucking him in. He fucks you into the carpet. Would probably burn your silhouette into the rug with how frantic his thrusts are. Kyojuro curls five thick digits around your throat. Applies just enough pressure with his free hand to accelerate your heartbeat and pilfer your breaths.

“You love this dick, don’t you?” Kyojuro croons. Tries to play it cool even though he’s slowly unraveling overtop you. You fucking adore it when he talks dirty to you. Whispers vulgarities into your ear; a complete contrast to the man he was minutes ago. To the persona he wears daily, reserving the gluttonous brute he truly is for you only. But you can’t answer, his hand squeezing your neck as he hastens his pace. A tingling sensation brewing in your gut. Too much for you to bear.

The sound of your fucking clings to the air. Skin slapping and squelching. Your breaths come out choppy, mirroring his harsh thrusts. Mixed in with the potent aroma of your fluids melding together.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” you cry. Feel your juices glide down your supple thighs.

“With pleasure, darling,” he answers. Based on his shift in tone, you know that you are in for more than what you bargained for.

By now, Kyojuro’s relinquished his hold on your wrists. Takes to cupping your ass to improve the angle, grazing the sensitive, fleshy spot within that makes your pussy churn out more cream. You can do nothing but take it whilst he plunges into you with erratic motions. You cross your arms behind his neck, holding on for dear life as he buries his chin into the junction of your shoulder, chasing both of your releases. And then, the son of a bitch reaches between your bodies to pinch your swelling clit, giving your body precisely what it’s been aching for.

Even has the nerve to mutter, “cum for me, baby,” sending you careening over the edge.

A kaleidoscope of colors soaks your vision. Body rigid, his name caught in your throat. Euphoria crashes into you like a tumultuous wave. He fucks you through them. Admires the rich band of your lubricant glazing his straining cock. He’s dragged into his orgasm after feeling your pussy pulsate around him. Collapses down into your open arms, breathing irregularly into your shoulder. You take to tracing the chiseled muscles in his back, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, admiring how perfectly his body molds to yours. When you’ve both settled down, he unsheathes, a sharp hiss tearing past his lips at the loss of your opulent heat. He turns onto his back beside you, a decadent chuckle vibrating his chest.

“Inspired enough?” Kyojuro queries, mirth lingering in his tired voice.

You roll your eyes and cluck your tongue. Like he doesn’t already know the answer. A humble smile adorns your lips, nonetheless. And you nod, glancing at your snoozed laptop atop the desk. Your gaze flits back to the Adonis beside you. Mischievousness burbling forth in your veins.

Kyojuro gasps when you roll on top of him. When you grind your overworked, yet still drenched, cunt onto his steadily hardening shaft.

“A little,” you whisper, leaning down for a kiss. “Might need some more motivation, though. To get me through this particular scene.”

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