a girl ; 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏

my   whole   life   𝑤𝑎𝑠   𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑   𝑖𝑛   𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑠.

[bellsconk]

SOMETIMES   IT'S   LIKE   PEOPLE   are   a   million   times   more   beautiful   to   you   in   your   mind.   it's   like   you   see   them   through   a   special   lens   ―   but   if   it's   how   you   see   them,   that's   how   they   really   are.   it's   like   the   whole   tree   falling   in   the   forest   thing.

independent,   highly   selective,   and   mutually   exclusive   ISABEL   SUSANNAH   CONKLIN   of   amazon   prime's   and   jenny   han's   the   summer   i   turned   pretty.   prev   @   21chaos,   now   on   a   sideblog.   all   follow   backs   come   from   there.   +18   over   only,   mature   content   present,   crossover   friendly. 

[bellsconk]

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[bellsconk]

@fishercon sent: “You’re going to be an amazing mom.”

oh,  c'mon  —  that's  cheating!  this  was  supposed  to  be  cuter,  she'd  spent  an  entire  weekend  binge  watching  full  house  with  taylor  over  zoom,  gushing  over  what  stupidly  themed  foods  to  cook.  baby  corn,  baby  back  ribs,  baby  carrots!  the  list  went  on  and  on.  now  their  fridge  is  ridiculously  packed  and  she's  nicked  enough  recipes  from  pinterest  to  make  some  solid  effort.  was  it  the  ice  cream?  scooped  up  with  gherkins  instead  of  a  spoon,  emptied  out  by  the  tub  full  ...  or  the  test  she's  damn  sure  was  well  hidden?  sanitized  and  tucked  away  in  a  shoe  box  shoved  under  the  back  seat  of  her  car.  someone  with  far  more  patience  had  wrapped  it  up,  corners  crisp  and  tidy,  white  paper  adorably  printed  with  pink  and  blue  rattles  —  tied  off  neat  with  a  bow.  he's  still  getting  it.  along  with  the  mug  she'd  found  on  amazon.

❝     this  was  supposed  to  be  an  entire  evening's  worth  of  hints  and  cute  innuendos.     ❞     she  wanted  to  see  that  same  misty  delight  light  up  his  eyes  like  when  her  pills  were  flushed  —  all  that  barely  contained  longing  had  somewhere  to  go  now.  he  spilled  into  her  and  she  blistered  bright  around  the  edges,  too  happy  to  reprimand  all  his  keen  knowing.  bowl  shoved  aside  she  leans  across  the  table,  cupping  his  cheek  to  allow  a  thumb  to  ease  along  his  chin.     ❝     how  long  have  you  known?     ❞

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

[roleplaymemeworld]

PREGNANCY STARTERS

━ POSITIVE STARTERS 

“I’ve always wanted to be a mother/father!”

“We’ve waited a long time for this.”

“Do you want to feel the baby kick?”

“Give me your hand so you can feel it, too”

“We have to finish the nursery. There’s only two weeks left.”

“Have we bought everything on the baby list?”

“I can’t wait to finally hold it”

“You’re glowing!”

“There is something I have to tell you…”

“Hello little one, this is your daddy speaking..”

“I think it likes me touching your belly.”

“I can feel it kick!”

“My back aches and I want ice cream.”

“I can’t hide my bump any longer. I think we need to tell people.”

“I heard the heart beat for the first time.”

“Do you want to see an ultrasound picture?”

“You’re going to be an amazing mom/dad!”

“What would you say about adding one more? The house is big enough.”

“I think my water just broke…”

“Do you think it’s contractions?”

“Call the midwife, this is not a false alarm.”

“I think it’s too late to drive to the hospital, the baby is coming NOW.”

━ NEGATIVE STARTERS

“I’m not ready for a baby.”

“I don’t think we have the money for another child.”

“I want an abortion.”

“I had an abortion. I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Someone else is having my baby…it was just one night, I swear!”

“They couldn’t find a heartbeat.”

“I’m bleeding. This shouldn’t happen, right?”

“I am so sorry, but…you lost the baby.”

“I lost our baby.”

“How are we going to keep our family safe?”

“I don’t know how to be a mother/father.”

“I never wanted children, And I don’t want one with you.”

“I can’t even keep a cactus alive, let alone a human baby.”

“I know we’re about to have a baby, but I don’t love you anymore.”

“I think we should raise this baby separately. We’re not working out anymore.”

“I’m in so much pain, this can’t be right!”

“It’s too early to have the baby!”

“Something is wrong with the baby. They need to run more tests.”

[iknewitiknewyou]

1.01 ⇢ 3.11

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by florence + the machine . adjust phrasing as necessary , will likely be updated in the future . )

it's always darkest before the dawn .

we will find new saints to be canonized .

holy water cannot help you now .

the horses are coming , so you'd better run .

i never felt so alive and so dead .

i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't .

i've always been in love with you .

what has been done cannot be undone .

i don't care whether i live or die .

we will never be afraid again .

i feel nervous in a way that can't be named .

it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .

the saints can't help me now .

i want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness .

sooner or later , the things you love , you lose .

run fast for your mother , run fast for your father .

i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse .

i would give all this and heaven too .

i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .

all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling .

in order to get to the heart of things , sometimes you have to cut through .

i'll be dead before the day is done .

time after time , i think "oh lord , what's the use ?"

the heart is hard to translate , it has a language of its own .

it was all so strange and so surreal .

i'm not here looking for absolution .

now and then , it seems that life is just too much .

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers .

if you could only see the beast you've made of me .

pretty little face stopped me in my tracks .

i'm aching to attack .

you want a revelation , some kind of resolution .

it's so easy to say it to a crowd , but it's so hard to say it to you aloud .

i don't want your heart , it leaves me cold .

i am no mother , i am no bride , i am king .

she's a cruel mistress , and a bargain must be made .

well , me and my ghosts had a hell of a time .

with all my education i can't seem to command my heart .

it's a conversation i just can't have tonight .

you left me in the dark . no dawn , no day .

jesus christ , it hurts .

a woman is a changeling , always shifting shape .

the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most .

i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry .

i knew that somehow , i could find my way back .

a thousand armies couldn't keep me out .

i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope .

you've got the love i need to see me through .

is this how it is ? is this how it's always been ?

you keep me up at night .

oh , tell me it's not over yet .

no walls can keep me protected .

i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death .

time goes quicker between the two of us .

would you leave me if i told you what i'd done ?

now , there's no holding back .

oh god , you're gonna get it .

you need your rotten heart and dazzling pain like diamond rings .

in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat .

i never knew my killer would be coming from within .

i was never as good as i always thought i was , but i knew how to dress it up .

don't forget me when i let the water take me .

this world is a beast of a burden .

you know i still like you the most .

what a thing to admit .

sometimes i think it's getting better , then it gets much worse .

i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it .

you are the space in my bed .

would you have it any other way ?

things go wrong , no matter what i do .

you make a fool of death with your beauty .

now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay .

they were there when i woke up this morning .

heaven help me , i need to make it right .

until i wrap myself inside your arms , i cannot rest .

when someone looks at me with real love , i don't like it very much .

would you leave me if i told you what i've become ?

i'm always running from something .

it's good to be alive , crying into cereal at midnight .

okay , but let's discuss this at the hospital .

i know everybody lets you down , and i'll do the same .

your heart is the only place i can call home .

i wish to remain nameless , and live without shame .

sometimes i feel like saying "lord , i just don't care" .

i would put my words into poetry for you if i knew how .

if they ever let me out , i'm really gonna let it out .

but know , in some way , i'm there with you .

i've been wandering the streets for days .

don't let them get you down , you're the best thing i've ever seen .

how could anything bad ever happen to you ?

you couldn't have it any other way .

it's the only way i can escape .

what a place to come from .

little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in .

run for your children , for your sisters and brothers .

you can't choose what stays and what fades away .

you'll be sorry that you messed with us .

call me when you need me .

although we stick together , it seems we're stranging each other .

this is as good a place to fall as any .

in your place there were a thousand other faces .

here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope .

lay me down , let the only sound be the overflow .

there's no salvation for me now .

i'd do anything to make you stay .

what's in a name ? i still remain the same .

i've been taking chances , i've been setting myself up for the fall .

tell me what you want me to say .

you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said .

i've been a fool , and i've been blind .

i never knew daylight could be so violent .

regrets collect like old friends , here to visit for your darkest moments .

so you packed your bags just to wait out the shitstorm ?

my doe , my dear , my darling ...

you're my head , you're my heart .

everyone lets you down in this brief hole of a town .

i'm not giving up , i'm just giving in .

i've been losing sleep , i've been keeping myself awake .

sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air .

the only solution was to stand and fight .

i don't know how it started , don't know how to stop it .

i'm done with my graceless heart .

i can never leave the past behind .

do they speak to you ? 'cause they speak to me too .

i thought that love was a kind of emptiness .

it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated .

every demon wants his pound of flesh .

tell me what all the sighing's about .

could you tell from the moment we met ?

i heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me i should concentrate .

all my girls have their lace and their crimes .

i like to keep some things to myself .

no one asks any questions here .

the feeling comes so fast and i can't control it .

you came over me like some holy rite .

i was screaming out a language i had no idea existed before .

i thought that love was on stage , giving yourself away to strangers .

leave all your love and your longing behind , you can't carry it with you if you want to survive .

i thought that love was in the drugs , but the more i took the more it took away .

i never wanted anything from you , except everything you had and what's left after that too .

i don't want your future , i don't need your past . one grand moment is all i ask .

[bellsconk]

au's i need in my life: little mermaid esque ( because c'mon it fits belly stupidly well ) and the notebook.

[rpmemes-galore]

send   “ look at me. “   for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them during a tense / highly emotional moment. 

[bellsconk]

@fishercon sent: “ you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this. ”

subtle,  fisher,  real  subtle  —  was  it  her  clothes  in  the  laundry  hamper?  or  maybe  how  she  stands  there,  toothbrush  dangling  between  fingertips  looking  for  where  he'd  stored  her  toothpaste  this  time?  it  could  even  be  the  french  press  which  had  somehow  permanently  become  part  of  the  kitchen  decor,  or  her  sandals  neatly  tucked  beside  his  own  on  the  shoe  rack.  this  half-lived  atmosphere  made  his  eyes  just  a  bit  too  bright  and  yearning,  like  he  was  waiting  for  something  that  must  feel  inevitable.  moving  from  paris  back  to  the  states  had  been  hard  but  worth  it  —  plane  rides  were  no  longer  necessary,  and  trading  off  visits  became  far  easier.  permanence  wasn't  scary,  deciding  what  came  next  could  be.     ❝     it's  adorably  frustrating  when  you're  logical,  conrad  fisher.     ❞

california  was  great  for  sports  sports  psychology  —  but  so  was  florida,  texas,  and  even  colorado.  there's  no  excuse  for  not  moving  in  or  further  intertwining  their  lives  other  than  maybe  this  just  isn't  the  place  for  her  (  and,  yeah,  maybe  it  is.  )     ❝     you  really  want  me  in  your  face  24/7  in  this  tiny  doctor  chic  apartment?     ❞     with,  you  know,  limited  counter  space  and  a  closet  that  would  have  more  dresses  than  shirts  or  slacks?  pivots,  lower  back  resting  against  sink,  head  cocking  slowly.     ❝     my  hair  is  always  going  to  be  in  the  drain  and  i  can't  promise  not  to  take  over  the  fridge  ...     ❞

[optimism-blooms]

Lola Tung As Belly Conklin wearing Victoria Beckham piecet that was famously worn by Kim Kardashian in Petunia in The Summer I Turned Pretty S3 (2025)

[bellsconk]

vintagecore wedding dresses are more belly's style.

[narcobarbies]

LOLA TUNG CERO Magazine

[deartragedies]

LOLA TUNG AS ISABEL “BELLY” CONKLIN The Summer I Turned Pretty | 3x10

[story1ines]

conrad could barely breathe. it wasn’t just her hands in his hair or the way her voice broke on that single word — ruin — it was the devastation of hearing belly ask for the very thing he’d been terrified of giving her all along. every wall he’d ever built felt like it had been stripped bare in an instant, every carefully measured breath replaced with the chaotic rhythm of hers against his throat. his pulse thundered so hard it felt foreign in his own body, like it belonged to her now, like it beat only because she commanded it to. there was awe in the way she held him, in the way she pulled him closer as if she knew he was seconds away from losing all control. he thought he’d known hunger before, thought he’d known what it meant to ache for someone — but this was different. this was surrender wrapped in wildfire, the kind that consumed everything in its path and left nothing untouched. she wasn’t just asking him to take her; she was asking him to stop fighting, to give in to everything he had tried so hard to bury. and god help him, he wanted to. he wanted it so badly he shook with it.

his breath broke against her cheek, shaky, uneven, like every word cost him something to drag out. ❝ belly… ❞ he whispered, almost like it hurt to say her name, forehead pressed against hers. ❝ you think you’re the one asking me to ruin you? god, you’ve been ruining me for years. ❞ his hands flexed at her waist, like he couldn’t decide if he was trying to hold her in place or hold himself together. his voice dropped lower, thick and unsteady. ❝ every time you look at me, every time you touch me like this… i lose it. i lose myself. i can’t think straight. i can’t breathe. ❞ he kissed her then — not careful, not measured — a desperate press of lips that tasted like surrender, like he was finally giving up the fight he’d been waging against himself. when he pulled back, his voice was hoarse, ragged. ❝ you say you want me to ruin you, but belly… you don’t even know. you don’t know what you do to me. ❞ his chest heaved, his eyes dark and locked on hers, every line of him trembling with the effort of holding back. ❝ i don’t want to stop. i don’t want to pretend anymore. if you’re asking me for all of me… it’s already yours. it’s always been yours. ❞ his thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, trembling slightly as he traced the dampness left from his kiss, and he realized his hands weren’t steady anymore. everything about her undid him — the way her pupils swallowed the color of her eyes, the faint tremor in her lips, the soft drag of her breath against his throat. he’d thought he’d known desire, but this wasn’t desire. it was recognition, inevitability, the moment where every fantasy he’d ever shoved into a dark corner finally stepped into the light. his palms slid up her ribs, memorizing each inch like he could map her into his skin. ❝ belly… ❞ he murmured again, this time softer, almost reverent. ❝ when you say things like that… ‘show me what you dream of’… this is it. this right here. you. us. nothing else. ❞ his forehead pressed back to hers as he spoke, his breath mingling with hers. ❝ you don’t have to beg me to give you everything. you already have it. every part of me. ❞

he rose slowly, still pressed to her, his hands sliding down to the backs of her thighs as if to anchor himself. he could feel her trembling under his palms and realized, with a quiet jolt, that he was shaking just as hard. it wasn’t just want — it was the terrifying softness of being seen. when she whispered bed, his head dipped, forehead resting on her shoulder for a beat before he lifted it, eyes dark and intent. ❝ yeah… ❞ his voice was rough, a rasp dragged up from somewhere deep. ❝ bed. come with me. ❞ he guided her backward, step by step, his fingers laced with hers, their bodies still brushing, barely any space between them as he walked her toward the edge of the mattress. every movement felt slow, deliberate — like he was leading her into a dream he’d been afraid to wake from. at the bed he paused, framing her face with both hands, thumbs tracing her cheekbones as though he had to memorize her before he let himself fall. the lamplight painted her skin gold and pink, and he thought he’d never seen anything so devastating. he bent to kiss her again, softer this time, almost shaking apart under the weight of it. ❝ belly, look at me, ❞ he murmured against her lips. when she did, he swallowed hard, his thumb brushing over her mouth. ❝ i don’t want to just take you. i want you to know exactly who’s touching you. exactly what i feel. ❞ his hands slid down to her waist, urging her gently back onto the bed, following her down until he was hovering above her, their foreheads touching again, their breaths tangled. ❝ tell me if this is what you want, ❞ he whispered, his voice breaking as his hips pressed to hers. ❝ tell me i can have you. all of you. ❞

conrad hovered there, every muscle strung tight like he was holding himself together by threads. her body beneath his, her breath brushing his jaw, it was all so much that he thought he might come undone just from this closeness. his fingers dug lightly into her sides as though to tether himself to reality, to remind himself that she was here, that this was happening, that it wasn’t another night spent dreaming of her in silence. he kissed her again, long and unhurried, tasting every part of her mouth like he wanted to etch it into memory. when he finally pulled back, he didn’t go far — just close enough to let the words fall against her lips, husky and trembling. ❝ you don’t understand… i’ve wanted this, belly. i’ve wanted you. not just now. not just tonight. every day, every year, every time i tried to stay away, it was still you. ❞ his voice cracked, and he shut his eyes for a beat, forehead pressing into hers as if he could will the truth straight into her. his heart felt like it was trying to punch through his ribs, the sound of it loud and frantic between them. ❝ always you, ❞ he whispered, almost reverent, his mouth brushing her temple. ❝ i could live a hundred lives and it would still come back to you. it’s never been anyone else. never. ❞ his lips found her cheek, then her jaw, then lingered at the corner of her mouth, each kiss softer than the last, a vow disguised as touch. ❝ always have, ❞ he breathed, finally meeting her eyes again, voice breaking but steady in its truth. ❝ always will. ❞

[bellsconk]

she   can   practically   taste   his   pulse   beneath   her   tongue   and   the   temptation   is   right   there   to   dip   down   and   suck   it   between   her   lips.   what   kind   of   sound   would   he   make   if   she   did?   another   husky   groan   that   pooled   low   in   her   stomach,   bringing   with   it   a   fresh   wave   of   heightened   sensitivity.   tender   breasts   and   throbbing   nerve   endings,   thighs   rubbing   together   in   a   desperate   attempt   to   relieve   and   all   over   tension.   that   maddening   need   to   be   made   full   of   him,   to   relearn   how   powerful   the   thrusts   behind   those   hips   could   be.   to   feel   a   gentle   burning   stretch   as   he   buries   deep,   becomes   flush   with   her,   chocolate   eyes   growing   hazier   with   every   second   passing.   back   languid   and   arched   she's   straining   to   wrap   her   teeth   around   him   to   suck   another   bruise   into   all   that   untouched   beautiful   flesh.   there   should   be   a   trail   of   them   from   the   hollow   of   his   throat,   down   across   the   expanse   of   his   chest.   swollen   pink   mouth   parts,   throat   bobbing   on   a   firm   swallow   as   she   takes   in   that   confession,   putting   it   where   the   others   lie.   there   are   a   dozen   of   them   tonight,   whispering   across   her   temple   and   poured   into   all   those   empty   spaces.   where   her   persistent   need   of   him   never   failed   to   exist.

❝       you've   kept   yourself   hidden,   i   never   wanted   anything   but   this.       ❞       he   strings   apologies   between   every   kiss,   uses   them   to   fill   those   missing   moments   where   it   should   have   been   them.   gliding   a   hand   down   his   spine   she   catches   the   tremble   of   muscles   beneath   smooth   flesh,   allows   a   smile   to   replace   the   lazy   hunger   on   her   face   ─   he's   utterly   spectacular   when   coming   apart.   and   her   lips   part   beneath   his   own   to   drink   him   in,   licking   into   the   roof   of   his   mouth   and   moaning   at   the   firm   pressure   that   is   sure   to   spread   color   down  to each dimpled corner.       ❝       let   me   breathe   for   you,   baby.       ❞       words   come   out   muffled,   head   turning   slightly   so   she   can   catch   his   thumb   between   teeth,   tugging   it   inward   to   lave   her   tongue   over.   if   he   wants   to   spread   moisture   around   she   can   pool   spit   all   over   the   calloused   pad,   allow   a   cooling   trail   to   find   her   chin   next.   cheeks   hollow   inward   each   sucking   pull   deep   and   perfectly   drawn   out,   more   arousing   than   the   next.   on   a   soft   pop   she   releases,   bottom   lip   jutting   out,   ribs   expanding   beneath   hands.   he's   going   to   stitch   them   together   this   way,   keep   her   flushed   in   shades   of   muted   rosy   pinks   remembering   those   hands.   how   they   felt   and   how   they   taste,   and   how   they   grip   her   to   him   with   ease.   breath's   feel   sticky   caught   between   them,   forehead   finding   his   with   ease,   weighing   far   too   much.       ❝       because   i   swear   it   feels   like   i   was   made   just   for   you.       ❞       he's   pretty   when   ruined,   labored   breathing   caught   in   a   shuddering   body,   voice   so   low   it   grates   over   her   insides   ─   turning   her   completely   liquid.   head   cocks,   wonderfully   curious,   nose   brushing   against   his.       ❝       should   i   make   you   beg   instead?       ❞

there's   so   much   reverent   adoration   in   his   eyes   she   thinks   he'd   love   that   —   and   she   thinks   her   body   would   sing   this   same   tune,   all   strung   out   with   pleasure   the   more   and   more   he   speaks.   it   is   now,   with   these   frank   confessions.   and   the   refusal   to   give   an   inch   between   them,   keeping   their   hips   aligned   and   his   hands   anchored   to   the   backs   of   thighs.   toes   brush   floor,   arms   flung   around   neck   keep   her   from   toppling   backward   —   good   thing   those   legs   work   because   her   own?   pure   jelly.   wobbling   with   every   step   backward,   face   tilting   upward   only   when   beckoned,   blinking   away   the   fog   of   arousal.       ❝       i   know   whose   touching   me,       ❞       a   kiss   to   match   his   own,   softer   this   time,   her   teeth   resting   lightly   against   his   bottom   lip.   he   cups   her   face   and   she   melts,   threads   fingers   through   hair   —   body   spilled   out   across   mattress,   legs   parting   so   the   space   between   them   can   be   occupied   once   more.       ❝       i   know   who   i'm   looking   at,   who   i'm   seeing,   who   is   on   top   of   me   right   now.       ❞       and who   she   loved   despite   distance   and   time,   who   had   crawled   inside   her   heart   and   made   a   home   there,   who   kept   her   tucked   away   in   his   own.       ❝       i'm   already   yours,   every   bit   of   me has  always   been   yours.     ❞

she   loved   his   mouth   as   much   as   his   hands,   how   he   couldn't   control   the   urge   to   brush   it   against   her   own.   to   make   an   art   of   rediscovering   the   feel   of   her   and   all   the   ways   he   could   leave   her   gasping,   arching   upward.   legs   encircle   his   waist,   feeling   his   need   for   her   in   the   hardness   trapped   against   her   stomach,   in   the   way   he   finds   new   untouched   places   on   her   to   press   against.       ❝       i   love   you.       ❞       in   this   life,   in   the   next,   and   every   one   after   —   this?   how   they   exist   in   each   other?   would   never   change.   she   was   always   going   to   wind   up   here.   crazy   for   this   man.       ❝       i   love   you   so   much   i   don't   think   i   can   breathe   without   you.       ❞       the   intensity   of   his   gaze   kicks   her   own   heart   into   over   drive,   clapping   it   brutally   against   ribs   until   she's   sure   it'll   burst   free.   right   alongside   his   own.    ❝    be   with   me.   touch   me.   come   home   inside   me.   i   need   you.       ❞       fingers   find   his,   encircling   and   drawing   them   up   to   rest   over   her   breast,   letting   the   fiery   heat   spread,   eyes   heavy   and   lips   brushing   his   cheek.       ❝       feel   that,   baby?   it's   yours.   my   heart   is   yours.       ❞       her   hand   falls   to   his   lower   back,   pressing   so   he   can   sink   deeper   into   the   apex   of   her   thighs.       ❝       my   body   and   soul   are   too,   so   yes   i   want   this.   i   want   you.       ❞

[nsevens]

INFINITE CONRAD FISHER ( 28 / ∞ ) — 1.05, Summer Catch

[aedearly]

ARABIC POETRY INSPIRED MEMES !!

these were selected from a bunch of arabic poems, ranging from abu al-alaa al-maarri's verses to nizar qabbani and maram al-masri's works. they were then heavily edited and adapted by me! have fun and happy roleplaying!

FLUFF.

❝ you’re one of the best chapters in the book of my life. ❞ ❝ you’re love’s first blessing. ❞ ❝ you’re a walking poem. how should i chase you? ❞ ❝ you’re just as intoxicating as wine is for the old gods. ❞ ❝ when i look at you, i finally feel alive. ❞ ❝ i feel like i’ve known you from my dreams. ❞ ❝ i’ve tasted nectar from your lips. ❞ ❝ i shall give the whole world to you. ❞ ❝ i love you. i love you. i love you. oh, how addicting it is to say that to you. ❞ ❝ songbirds should be jealous of your laughter, dear. ❞ ❝ should i paint the canvas of your jaws with my lipstick? ❞ ❝ hold my hand. i want to feel the touch of happiness. ❞ ❝ for you and you only, i would. ❞ ❝ not even the stars will stand in my way to be with you. ❞

ANGST.

❝ would you forgive me if i died? ❞ ❝ i should never have prayed for you. ❞ ❝ i want your empty promises no more. ❞ ❝ don’t waste your tears on me. ❞ ❝ don’t you get tired of faking it? ❞ ❝ are you afraid of me? or of yourself? ❞ ❝ i have lived and died for you. but where were you? ❞ ❝ tell me about the stars like it’s the last time we see them. ❞ ❝ if i could wipe away your past kisses from my soul, i would. ❞ ❝ if i could patch your wounds, i would. but i can’t. i can’t… ❞ ❝ may time erase you from my oaths. ❞ ❝ you failed me so many times i can’t break anymore. ❞ ❝ how do i say ‘i miss you’ in a way it makes your heart ache just as mine? ❞ ❝ how long will this memory of ours last? ❞

SUGGESTIVE / MILDLY NSFW.

❝ i learned god’s name thanks to your mouth. ❞ ❝ let me teach you how to call for the gods in our bedroom. ❞ ❝ oh dear, i could drink you up forever. ❞ ❝ look at me when your knees are shaking with desire. ❞ ❝ do you want to see what other sins your tongue can commit? ❞ ❝ i want you to see stars when you close your eyes. ❞ ❝ teach my hands every curve of your body. ❞ ❝ more. more of you. it’s what my soul desires. ❞ ❝ what a pretty way to kneel. ❞ ❝ i could moan your name until the stars heard about it. ❞ ❝ and just this once, i shall be selfish. i want you to groan to the world you’re mine. ❞