𝐿𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎

𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦…

[love-marimo]

ᥫ᭡ 𝐿olita. 20+. this blog is multifandom and not spoiler-free and i occasionally interact with dark content!

𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

۶ৎ 𝑏𝑦𝑓/𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 ۶ৎ 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒 ۶ৎ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ۶ৎ 🤖

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ you can repost with credit. but do not repost my works on tiktok. do not feed them into ai and do not translate without my permission. please and thank you.

[love-marimo]

im not really that political on here but i'm sharing this petition to reject pax silica in the philippines. we only have until november of this year before the US and my country signs the deal.

this deal is harmful because everything that the US and our government promise (more jobs, better economy, and stability) are nothing beyond that. they are just there to convince every filipino that this deal of building more data centers are for the improvement of our society.

farmers are already being displaced as we speak, and if they really push for this deal to be signed, mining expansion will follow suit because of the need for copper and nickel, which our country has, and it has a LOT).

the fact that there are already places in america that are suffering the effects of ai infrastructures is a huge warning sign that our government should not be taking this lightly.

just put this into perspective: rice farms here need 7-15 million liters of water to operate for 3-5 months. pax silica's ai hubs are projected to need 20 million liters and more to operate for a day. there are already places here in the philippines who are struggling to get water, add the el niño on top of that and it's just crisis after crisis. if these data centers get built in exchange for agricultural land, our country will also suffer from food insecurity.

i know ai is here to stay, but there are ways to create and maintain it without destroying the environment. if our government blindly trusts this deal, we are essentially allowing our country and people to be exploited again. and the freedom that we have fought for so many centuries would end up being compromised again. this is just straight up neocolonialism happening again before our very eyes.

i feel very helpless writing this. i hope i'm someone in power to do something about this. but if you're reading this, please at least help us sign the petition.

we are all very tired of other countries profiting off of and exploiting our resources, our culture, and our people.

L

[love-marimo]

i need to channel this horniness but i also need to study for a test so. hmm

[love-marimo]

initial worldbuilding for an upcoming game i'm writing for <33

(as much as i loved this, it needs to be polished. and also i need to correct the grammar a bit)

yes i was fighting for my life researching articles abt history and royals. yes i spent more time structuring the story than actually writing. all good now tho, i have a clear path to follow,, just needs approval and feedback from the team 🫡

[love-marimo]

i saw the nastiest 3d art of sylus on reddit and im freaking out at how detailed and similar the art is to the real in game model

[love-marimo]

i am so desperate rn.

can somebody PUHLEASE. link me this jumin fic where mc was an erotic writer, and she kept it as a secret for him without knowing that HE READS HER EROTICA NOVELS IN SECRET TOO.

im not sure if they fucked but i think it was implied that THEY ENDED UP RECREATING ALL THE POSITIONS IN HER NOVELS LIKE???

i read that almost a decade ago and im sad. im not sure if its here or on ao3 but oh my god pls im praying someone else saved it bc i just remembered it and now im hornyー

send post.

[love-marimo]

guys there was also a fic i read where mc was a temporary replacement of a girl model in zen's lipstick commercial.

and the job was the leave a perfect lipstick mark on the side of jis lips and our man went feral and ended up taking her in the dressing room after???

AND ALSO??

A FIC WHERE JUMIN WAS DECIDING WHAT HE LIKES BEST: WINE OR MCS CUNT???

like he was eating her out and dripping wine on her kitty and that's where i got my diluc fic inspired from (where hes terribly ooc)

[love-marimo]

i am so desperate rn.

can somebody PUHLEASE. link me this jumin fic where mc was an erotic writer, and she kept it as a secret for him without knowing that HE READS HER EROTICA NOVELS IN SECRET TOO.

im not sure if they fucked but i think it was implied that THEY ENDED UP RECREATING ALL THE POSITIONS IN HER NOVELS LIKE???

i read that almost a decade ago and im sad. im not sure if its here or on ao3 but oh my god pls im praying someone else saved it bc i just remembered it and now im hornyー

send post.

[love-marimo]

my prettiest <33

[love-marimo]

silly me, i was neglecting the moments feature and i only saw this now 🥹🫣

[love-marimo]

friends, our short visual novel, chamaemilla is live!!

this is a game where you play as a detective trying to solve your friend's cause of her comatose.

i worked with apollo as the lead and @dolliedollface as the artist for this. they are the sweetest, most amazing team i have ever worked with and i'm so honored to be the writer for this story. it's also my first time working on a game!

this is an official entry to itch.io's o2a2 game jam.

Writer's Notes under the cut ʕ •̥ ˕ ก ʔ

The script in this game is intended to be vague to leave the players to decide if Linden was a ghost of the player’s friend or a manifestation of the restlessness and gnawing despair that they are experiencing as a detective.

The word ‘chamaemilla’ is a stylized version of chamomile.

The team agreed to use chamomile because it’s a sedating herb that aids in having a relaxing sleep. It’s implied that the player feels its effects even if they did not choose to drink the second cup. It’s not explicitly stated that the player refused/accepted the second cup, which can be found in Day 3.

It is also up in the air for you to decide if the tea really is chamomile, or the chamaemilla drug itself.

It is implied that Chamaemilla café isn't a real place as much as Linden isn't a real person.

February 29 is the chosen date for when the friend went into a coma. The metaphor behind it is it’s a day that only appears every 4 years. So it feels like it’s there, but also not there at the same time, just like Linden and chamaemilla.

The use/reference to Craigslist is implemented because, and especially decades ago, it’s a site where you can freely browse for drugs, sexual favors, and a lot of underground stuff. The site is at least regulated now, but I personally haven’t gone through it and I have no idea what it entails in the present.

The chamaemilla is a hallucinogenic organic drug. A lot of people who use it are spiritual, and they claim to have experienced “visions” from deities, spirits and other higher beings, similar to ayahuasca. It's implied that the friend used it for these reasons. This matches the overall haze of the game. You cannot tell if Linden is a spirit, a vision, a ghost, or simply a visual manifestation of the player’s psychological state.

In the flashback, we only see the POV of the friend. I’d love to expand on it more, but I’ve already hit the 1k word limit in the manuscript.

[love-marimo]

yappity yap time!! i had a good sleep yayay

before i passed out (i slept at… 8:30 am ahah screw me) there's this sub on reddit that's dedicated to the "OG5" and at first i thought to myself that okay, maybe they made it bc they r still upset about the whole thing and even if they don't like valko maybe, juuuust maybe they'll be reasonable abt it right?

well. there are posts and comments name calling him, some are lowkey glazing infold, some are happy he's cancelled bc they want nothing to do with him, and u know whats ironic?? they think that the majority of people who want him back are on some sort of cyber psychosis.

i understand that the campaign around bringing valko back can seem parasocial and pathetic to ppl outside the fandom. but i think the whole point of it is not just to bring him back in the game, but also to give back the jobs that were suddenly taken away, and for infold to address the long-running issues that the game has.

yeah there r people who take things far, even hating on others who focus on their mains, and the apparent virtue signaling is just insane.

but like, i dont want to shame the girlies who want him back. and being obsessed with valko's cancellation really is just as bad as the fans who make everything in the game abt him, both are equally parasocial… but thats just me i guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

i left the official lads subreddit, and im only staying in the server for the updates since i only get 30 mins of social media screen time daily (tumblr doesnt count teehee). but occasionally i get suggested posts abt the game and when that sub got recommended to me i really thought it was less toxic…

i do think its bad that the admins r getting bullied by the other side just bc of it tho. and thats way more insane and goes beyond their stances on valko.

i love the LIs and i love lads as an otome game, and yes i do hope that valko returns, but like, i dont want to be too obsessed abt the whole situation.

anw i'll have some tea and start working on my current projects (and continue writing the depression fic 🫡)

[calebsfavoriteusedthong]

NERD! ZAYNE TEACHING THE GUYS HOW TO MAKE YOU CUM, SQUIRT AND OTHER TRICKS part 5.

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here

CW: Smut. Oral. P in v. Dirty talk. Jealousy. 🔞MDNI🔞

Your thighs still ached from Wednesday. Thursday you'd walked across campus with your hip cocked wrong, teeth gritted, praying nobody would ask why you were limping. You took the long way to your first class just to avoid the stairs. That took effort. Hiding from Caleb took more.

A week of it now. A week of catching sight of him near the library or across campus and ducking behind whatever was closest. A pillar. A food truck. A cluster of strangers you pretended to know. Once you'd hidden in a bathroom for eleven minutes waiting for him to clear the hallway.

Today was Saturday. Simone's birthday, the one you'd been planning with her for two weeks, color coded playlist and all.

You knew who'd show and who wouldn't. Zayne never came to anything with more than five people in a room; he'd send a gift and a text. Sylus would be there past midnight like the party had been waiting on him, which, in fairness, it usually was. Rafayel was still out of town and Xavier —Xavier had walked you to class yesterday and mentioned that he had a test to study for.

He hadn't brought up Wednesday. Hadn't asked for a repeat. He seemed happy just walking beside you in silence, matching his pace to yours, and that was enough. You were relieved because your thighs couldn't take another round like that. He'd made you cum more times than you could count and you'd blacked out before his second orgasm. You woke up to him wiping you down with a warm cloth, humming something under his breath.

And still. You missed Caleb.

He was the only friend who'd been there since high school, back when he felt like a brother —carrying your backpack when your arm was in a cast, threatening a guy who stood you up sophomore year. Then something shifted senior year, some line neither of you named, and it took root over the summer before college and never let go. He hadn't texted you all week. Not once. Not even a meme, not even the thumbs up emoji he used when he couldn't be bothered to type words. That had never happened before, not even the semester he broke his wrist and had to write messages one finger at a time.

You got to Simone's early to set everything up. Gideon showed up a couple of hours later hauling two bags of ice against his hip and Caleb wasn't with him. That was wrong on its own. Those two attended every party together.

"He's coming," Gideon said, before you'd even asked. "Said he had something to take care of."

The party filled up fast after that, someone's playlist too heavy on bass. You stayed near the kitchen with a cup you angled just right so you could watch the door without looking like you were watching it. By the second hour your stomach had knotted itself tight enough that you'd stopped tasting your drink.

Then he walked in.

Not alone. A girl had her hand curled around his arm, up on her toes to say something against his ear, dark hair falling over her shoulder as she leaned in. He laughed at whatever she said, that laugh you'd have recognized anywhere, head tipping back just slightly.

You didn't stay to see if he'd notice you. Cup abandoned on the counter, bag already in hand, the last thing you saw before you were out the back door was him still bent toward her, listening and laughing.

It was cold outside. Colder by the time you'd cut halfway across campus, arms wrapped around yourself, and ran into Greyson. One of Zayne's friends from pre med, someone you'd shared a class with and one very unfortunate group project. He took one look at you shivering in your thin top and shrugged his jacket off without asking.

"Here. You'll freeze before you make it back to your dorm"

"I'm fine," you said, already pulling it on.

He laughed and fell into step beside you anyway, talking about an anatomy exam he was dreading and his girlfriend's alarming obsession with plushies. Easy conversation that didn't ask anything of you, that let you nod and half listen while your mind kept circling back to the door, to the laugh, to the girl's hand on his arm.

At your door he said goodnight and jogged off toward his building as you went inside to let the quiet close over you.

You tossed the jacket over your desk chair and started peeling off your shoes when your hand brushed something hard in the pocket. Keys. You fished them out, it was a single silver one on a carabiner with a chewed up rubber duck keychain.

Not even ten minutes later, someone knocked.

You smiled, already reaching for the keys on your desk. Of course he'd come back for them. You scooped them up, grabbed his jacket and draped it over your arm and pulled the door open, keys dangling from your fingers before you'd even looked up.

"A bit soon to be giving me the keys to your place, don't you thi—?" it was meant to be a joke.

Caleb stood in the hallway, hands shoved in his pockets. His eyes went from the keys swinging from your hand to the jacket slung over your arm, and back again. Whatever smile he'd walked up with was already gone.

"Whose is that?"

His voice had lost the party in it. Gone was the easy tone, replaced by something flat that landed somewhere in your belly.

You knew that tone. Dug in. Stubborn. It was the same voice he used when men tried to put their hands on you. You'd forgotten what that sounded like until now.

Something reckless flared up under your nerves. Days of avoiding him and now he was standing in your doorway looking at you like that. You leaned your shoulder into the frame, unhurried.

"Just a friend's," you said, letting the jacket slip a little on your arm so he'd notice how big it was. "He walked me back from the party. It was cold."

"A friend."

"Mm-hmm." You tilted your head, biting back a smile you didn't try very hard to hide. "Nice guy. Gave me his jacket without me even asking."

"Did he?"

"He did." You shrugged, one shoulder, watching the muscle in his jaw tighten. "Very sweet, actually. I might keep it."

Caleb moved, one step, closing half the distance between you, and you found yourself backing up without deciding to.

"What's his name."

"Why does it matter?"

"I just want his name."

"Jealous?" The word came out lighter than you felt. You tipped your chin up, daring him.

His eyes narrowed. "Should I be?"

You didn't answer. You just held his gaze, arms crossed loosely, jacket bunched against your ribs, and let the silence do the talking. You'd meant it as a tease. It landed like a confession.

Caleb's hand caught the door before you could think to close it, and stepped over the threshold like he had every right to be there. The door closed behind him with a heavy sound that cut off the hallway light and the cold.

"You've been running from me all week," he said.

"I haven't—"

"Don't." One word, quiet, and it stopped you cold. "I saw you by the food truck Tuesday. Wednesday you turned around and walked into a building you don't even have class in. Today you bolted out the back door the second I walked through the front." He took another step. You were nearly at your desk now, nowhere left to go. "So don't tell me you haven't been running."

Your ass met the edge of the desk. He didn't stop until there was almost nothing between you, close enough that you caught the cold night air still clinging to him, and under it, the same warm cedar smell you'd have known blindfolded.

"Maybe I like it when you chase me," you said, the teasing thinner than you wanted it to sound.

Something shifted in his face. "Yeah?"

"Maybe."

He leaned in, slow, until his mouth hovered a breath from yours, close enough that if either of you moved even slightly you wouldn't be able to help it. Your heart was beating hard against your ribs.

"Say that again," he murmured.

You didn't say anything at all.

"Maybe I should go find him, thank him properly for lending you his jacket."

"Caleb—"

"What's his name?" A ghost of a smirk, infuriating. His nose brushed yours, and you nearly closed the gap yourself before he pulled back a fraction, just out of reach.

"You're impossible."

"You like impossible." He tilted his head, closing in again, slower this time, until his lips almost grazed yours and then he stopped there too, breath warm against your mouth, watching you through half lowered lashes. "Tell me to stop."

"Stop," you whispered, and it came out all wrong, breathless instead of firm.

"Try again." He was smiling now, a smile that didn't reach his eyes so much as darken them. "Say it like you mean it." he pulled back again, like he had all the time in the world and you had none.

Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt "You're doing this on purpose."

"Obviously."

He came in again, and this time you swore his mouth grazed yours, barely, gone before you could be sure it happened at all. A soft, frustrated sound climbed up your throat.

"Caleb."

"Yeah?" he still hovered there, he needed you to break first.

Fisting his shirt, you hauled him down and crashed your mouth into his.

He groaned like you'd finally given him something he'd been starving for, one hand sliding into your hair, the other gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. The jacket dropped from your fingers, forgotten on the floor. He kissed you like the last few days had been sitting in his chest the whole time, like the wait had worn through whatever control he'd been holding onto.

He walked you backward until your knees hit the mattress, and when you sat down hard he followed you down "No more running," he said against your jaw "Not from me."

Your fingers shook, but the urgency in your chest didn't leave room for nerves to win. You caught the hem of his shirt and pulled it up his torso, and he lifted his arms without being asked, letting you drag it off and drop it behind you. You slid your hands down to his belt and he took over from there, working it loose himself, shoving his jeans down with one impatient kick until he was standing in nothing but his underwear.

The fabric strained. The thick outline of his cock was impossible to miss.

You didn't mean to stare and he didn't give you time to. He leaned over you, pulling your top over your head in one motion, and his hands went around your back a second later, unhooking your bra like he'd done it a hundred times in his head already. The marks Rafayel had left were still faintly there. You didn't notice him catch sight of them, you were too busy working your jeans down, kicking them off.

The room's light hit the bruises on your inner thighs.

Caleb went still. His breathing turned loud and something crossed his face you'd never seen on him before, not once in all the years you'd known him.

"Who?"

It wasn't even a full question. You couldn't answer it. You couldn't even lift your eyes to his, heat crawling up your neck, half shame, half something closer to fear.

His hand found your jaw, careful even now, but firm enough that you couldn't look away from him.

"I'll find out either way"

You said nothing. Your mouth stayed shut, lips pressed together, and he pulled back like he meant to walk away from the whole thing. Panic shot through you and you grabbed his forearm, held on.

"It wasn't a stranger," you whispered.

"Then who."

He was already working through it, you could see him doing it, running through the short list of people close enough to you that this made sense. He didn't need the full story. He just needed a name.

"Rafayel," you said, and then, because there was no version of this where you got to leave it there, "and Xavier."

The color left his face. "At the same time?"

"No." You shook your head fast. "No, it wasn't like that..."

That was as far as you got before he pulled his arm free and stepped back from the bed like it had burned him.

He didn't look at you. He started pacing between your desk and the window, one hand dragging through his hair over and over, like he could pull the thought straight out of his own skull.

"Rafayel," he muttered, more to the wall than to you. "Of course. Probably had you half convinced it meant something, didn't he?" A short breath, no humor in it at all. "And Xavier." He said the name like it left a bad taste. "Quiet Xavier. Too tired for a party, but not tired enough for that."

He stopped at the window, both hands braced on the sill, shoulders locked up tight. For a second he just breathed.

"I gave you space," he said, quieter now, and the quiet was worse than the pacing had been. "After Zayne's, I backed off. Thought you needed space. Figured if I pushed, you'd run, so I didn't." He turned around, and the storm on his face had gone raw underneath. "And they didn't. They just moved into the space I left. Used it."

"Caleb, that's not fair, they didn't—"

"Didn't what?" his jaw ticked. "Know you were vulnerable right after? Because I think they knew exactly what they were doing." He crossed the room until he was close enough that you had to tip your head back to keep his eyes. "Did either of them ask what you wanted? Or did they just take what you were too shaken to say no to?"

"It wasn't like that."

"Then tell me what it was like." He crouched slightly, hands braced on the mattress on either side of you, caging you in without touching you "Because I waited. I told myself slow was better than not at all." His eyes dropped to the marks on your thighs and back up, something dark moving behind them. "They didn't wait for anything."

You fingers curled around his wrist "You're the one standing in my room right now."

Something flickered across his face —not a smile, too sharp for that, but close to one. "Yeah," he said. "I am."

His fury was still there, sitting in his jaw and his hands but his touch when it landed wasn't rough. It was heavy.

He didn't look for unmarked skin.

He went straight for what they'd left behind.

His mouth found your chest first, closing over the fading marks Rafayel had put there, and he sucked —slow and thorough— his tongue working until the skin flushed dark underneath his lips. His. Over the top of someone else's, but his now. When he was done he moved down, his thumbs pressing into the bruises on your inner thighs, pinning your legs open while his mouth found the soft flesh there and bit down soft enough not to hurt but hard enough to mark.

"Mine," he said, against your skin. "Every single one. By morning."

His fingers hooked into the leg bands of your underwear, pulling the fabric taut against you. "Your pretty pussy is already soaking through these."

He didn't take them off.

He dragged his tongue up the center seam instead, one slow stroke, and the friction of it through the soaked fabric hit your clit with a sharpness that snapped your hips off the mattress. He caught you, both hands pressing your hips back down, and then his mouth was on you again, lips closing around the swollen bud through the thin wet cotton, sucking in slow pulls that made your vision blur at the edges.

"I should have been first," he said, against the fabric, his voice vibrating through it and into you. The pressure of his lips didn't let up for a second while he talked. "I'm going to spend a long time thinking about that. How I had years and I waited and now I have to share something that should have been mine from the start."

The build was fast, mean and gave you no warning. You came with your fingers twisted in his hair and his name in your throat, soaking through the fabric completely.

He watched you, gave you approximately three seconds.

Then he pulled your underwear down your legs, dropped them off the side of the bed and his mouth was back before you'd finished shaking — bare now, his tongue flat and heavy against you, licking with an attention to detail that made your spine curl. He used two fingers to spread you open, his tongue pressing into your entrance, drawing back up to your clit.

"When I'm inside your mouth," his breath felt warm against your wet skin "I'm going to make you taste what you do to me." He kept going until you came a second time. This one was quieter and left you with tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, his name coming out in pieces.

He gave you a moment. Not a long one. Just enough to take his underwear off and then his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you slightly off the mattress, guiding himself to your entrance. He pushed inside — just the crown and the first two inches — and stopped there.

The sound you made was filthy.

It was everything you had imagined. The stretch, the fullness, the weight of him just sitting there while your body tried to accommodate it and couldn't decide between pulling him in and pushing him out. He stayed there until your mind went blank and your hands found the sheets and gripped. Then he pulled out.

The emptiness was felt awful.

He shifted up the mattress and settled on his knees in front of your face, fully hard, the evidence of the last few minutes glistening on his skin, and looked down at you.

"Tell me when to stop and I'll stop."

"Don't stop." Your voice had no strength left in it. Just the words, barely above a whisper.

"Open your mouth when I tell you to."

His thumb came down to your lower lip, pressing into the center of it, pulling it slightly down. He watched your mouth part under the pressure "Do you want me inside your pretty mouth?"

"Yes."

He leaned in just enough. Dragged the tip across your upper lip, leaving a hot wet streak against your skin, watching your face while he did it.

"Say it."

Your hands came up to grip his thighs, fingers pressing into the muscle there. "I want to suck your dick."

The exhale that left him wasn't quiet. "Good girl."

He took his time, dragging the head of his cock across your lips, down your cheek and back to your mouth, leaving a trail of pre across your skin that made something in your chest clench with how much you wanted it.

You kept your eyes on his the entire time. You wanted him to see how much you wanted this.

"Open up, sweet girl"

His cock came back to rest against your lips and your mouth opened wider on instinct, the whole talk flashed through Caleb's head in the same second —Zayne's voice, clipped and deeply irritating.

She isn't built like you. Don't push inside when she isn't ready or you'll hurt her throat. She has to breathe through her nose. Don't fight her jaw. Let her drool on it as much as she can, you'll thank me later. It needs to be slow. If you rush it, you hurt her.

His knuckles had gone white against the mattress. He slowed down.

Pressed inside carefully, just the tip, feeling your lips wrap around him and your breath change as your body adjusted. He stopped there. Watched your eyes. Waited for the slight shift in your expression that meant you were ready before he went any further.

"That's it," he managed, his voice mostly gone. "Breathe through your nose. Take your time."

You did. Your hands wrapped around the base, thumbs tracing the veins there while you let the saliva build and run, coating him in a way that made the slide easier and the visual of it more overwhelming than anything else that had happened tonight. You started to move, slow forward bobs that took him a little deeper each time, your tongue working the underside on the draw back.

Caleb made a sound above you that had nothing controlled left in it.

He matched the pace —hips rolling forward in shallow, careful thrusts that tested the back of your throat, a hand in your hair gripping without pulling, his whole body wound up and trembling slightly with the effort of not taking what he wanted at the speed he wanted it.

"You're so—" He stopped, jaw tight, trying again. "Suck it harder. Taste yourself on me. You can feel it, can't you."

You could.

You sucked harder, felt his thighs tense under your hands, felt the groan that moved through his whole body when your lips slid all the way down and your nose pressed into him and you held it there, looking up at his face.

The sight was doing something to him.

Your mouth stretched around him, eyes wet at the corners, saliva running down your chin and onto your chest in slow trails, and you were looking up at him. That was the part that was killing him. You were not looking away, not closing your eyes. You were loking directly at him with a ruined stare while you took him apart with your mouth, and every time he thought he had some grip on his composure you'd do something with your tongue and it was gone again.

He wanted to grip your hair and drive forward and lose his mind entirely.

Not yet. He held still. Let you set the pace. Let your mouth work him at the speed you'd decided on.

"God," he breathed, his head dropping back for a second before he forced it back down because he couldn't look away from you. "I've thought about this. Exactly this. More times than you can imagine."

The tears running from the corners of your eyes weren't distress. He knew the difference. Your hands were firm and steady on his thighs and every time you pushed forward to take him deeper there was a small sound in your throat that sent a pulse straight up his spine.

"That's it, just like that. Keep going just like that and don't stop."

You swallowed around him in response. His hips snapped forward an inch before he caught himself.

You noticed. Your eyes said so.

He pressed his thumb to the corner of your mouth, feeling the stretch of your lips around him. "You're so good at this," he said, the words coming out unsteady. "So fucking good. Look at you taking all of it. Other girls—"

He'd said it without thinking, his brain running three seconds behind his mouth, and he felt the exact moment it landed because your rhythm changed.

Faster.

Your eyes had gone somewhere else —still on his face, but different now, something sharp moving through them that had nothing to do with what you'd been doing a second ago. Your hands tightened on his thighs. Your mouth pushed forward, taking him deeper than you had been, the angle shifting in a way that made his breath leave him all at once.

"Wait—" he started.

You hummed. It wasn't accidental. A low vibration right around the tip of his cock, your throat working, your cheeks hollowed, and whatever sentence he'd been constructing about other girls dissolved completely because his brain stopped producing language.

"I didn't—" He tried again. Failed again. Your head was moving faster now "That's not what I —, I wasn't—"

You hummed again, deeper this time, and took him further.

"Okay. Okay. There are no other girls. There have not been — in any meaningful way — other girls. You are the only girl. You are the only—" His thighs were shaking. "Please, you have to—if you keep doing that I'm going to—"

You didn't stop doing that.

Your hands moved to grip his ass, pulling him forward, inviting a depth that made his whole body seize up.

"You're—" he looked down at you with an expression that was completely gone for you. "You're jealous and you're doing this on purpose and it's working. You've made your point."

You hummed a third time. Longer. Right over the most sensitive part of him. Your eyes were saying everything your mouth was otherwise occupied with.

The sound that came out of him was not quiet. He didn't have time to pull back. He didn't even try.

He came hard, the first pulse hitting the back of your throat without warning, and he felt you swallow — fast and determined— and then the next wave and the next, each one heavier, the volume of it backing up past your lips and running down your chin, dripping onto your chest.

You were watching him fall apart and made sure he knew you were watching.

His thighs were shaking and he was coming back slowly, the room reassembling itself around the two of you.

He looked down at you.

Lips swollen, chin a complete mess, eyes bright and entirely satisfied with yourself.

He reached down and dragged his thumb slowly across your lower lip.

"Other girls do not exist. As far as I'm concerned, going forward, they never did."

Something in your expression shifted. The jealous edge softening into something warmer.

"Good," you said, and your voice was ruined too, something he found extraordinarily satisfying.

He brought his thumb to your lip. "Open."

You opened. He pressed inside, watched you close your lips around it, watched you hold his gaze while you tasted what was on it.

He pulled his thumb back.

"You're going to be the death of me," he said. Just a fact. A fact he was making peace with.

He brought his mouth to yours. Tasting everything, not flinching from any of it.

When he pulled back his forehead dropped to yours "I'm not done," he said, into the space between your faces.

"I know," you said.

"I want to do this right." His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones, "I've been waiting too long to rush it."

Years. Easy laughter. Carefully maintained distance. Him looking at you the whole time with that steady certain gaze that you'd been pretending not to understand.

"Then don't"

He kissed you again. Softer this time. And then he laid you back against the mattress and took his time.

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A.N: I was not happy with this part. If you aren't either I'm sorry. Just know I wrote it like 3 times and had to start all over again. 😣

[love-marimo]

deepthroat action crazyyyy

[love-marimo]

bit of a rant abt my meds situation…

im still on break rn. and uh. ive been trying to sleep without my antipsychotics since they r the ones knocking me out and OH BOY.

i am having a hard time sleeping. i did sleep a little earlier yesterday since i was tired from exercising. but like i think i slept at 3 am.

i didnt exercise the next day since my body was sore and now i cant sleep at all.

i did do some writing and research but it didnt make me sleepy which is taking me back to the peak of my disorder when i was a teen. im basically having a mild manic episode rn bc im so full of energy mentally, but like i feel so light physically its not even funny.

tbh i really just want to go back to normal, whatever that feels like looollll. i think at my best i could fall asleep at 10 pm w music playing and the windows open.

sigh. i guess im taking them again tonight. and i have to exercise again by the time i wake up this afternoon.

[love-marimo]

(tw: death, objectification, suicidal ideation)

how am i supposed to write the sex if this is alr off to a bad start what

[love-marimo]

IM GOING TO BED UGH.

[love-marimo]

(tw: death, objectification, suicidal ideation)

how am i supposed to write the sex if this is alr off to a bad start what

[love-marimo]

i just finished zayne's standard myth and i think im going to combust.

i love angst so so soooo much

im def getting this myth. i must complete my applesnowcrow trinity 🙏🏻

[love-marimo]

LADS Men and Their Favorite Filipino Dish (Headcanons)

Lolita's Note: hopefully this ficlet would convince y'all to try some filipino food 🫶🏻😋

wc: 847 (keepin' it real short for now)

cw: none! just fluffy fluff ʕ •̥ ˕ ก ʔ

Xavier - Chicken Inasal

since this man only knows how to burn the kitchen and call it cooking, chicken inasal is practically the easiest, foolproof dish xavier can make and eat.

you have to marinate it for him though, he might put too much or too little.

you can technically eye ball the marinade, but better safe than sorry!

once he catches a whiff of that juicy, tangy aroma, you best believe he'll get real impatient and keep poking at you asking: "is it done yet?"

he'll surely love the grease and the tenderness of the chicken inside.

if you suggest to add more soy sauce and calamansi, he'll practically devour everything.

if he manages to actually get the chicken be cooked in the right… state, he'll definitely have an ego boost and will offer to cook it for the both of you next time.

make sure to cook lots of rice, because he will take all the largest parts of the chicken and ask for more servings.

Zayne - Halo-halo

ah, yes, the holy cup of diabetes!

well, not so much, since you can make a healthier version of halo-halo with just fruits, but!

he will argue with you to add more nata, more jelly AND extra leche flan.

when he saw you eating it all mixed up, he found it strange at first.

"you call that purple mixture a dessert? interesting…"

he WILL switch up real quick once he sees it BEFORE the mixing.

zayne finds it so breathtaking that he'll take lots of photos before eating it.

you teach him that you have to mix them all together with the shaved ice, but well,

this man will eat all the sweetest ingredients first, and then ask if he can add more toppings…

expect him to go down a rabbit hole of ube flavored desserts after his first taste of the philippines' most iconic sweet treat!

Rafayel - Seafood Bicol Express

spicy or not, this man will surely love how unique the flavor of this dish is.

he'd never expect coconut milk to make something so creamy and flavorful.

he will ask you to cook it for him as a comfort meal, and when you make a joke about him being a sea creature eating fishー

"did you not study about the food chain? or do you assume that all mermen are some sort of vegetarians? ugh, imagine eating seaweed everyday…" he'll sigh dramatically.

a bit of an unusual choice, but rafayel will probably not eat bicol express with rice.

if he does, the portion of it will be much more bigger than rice.

Sylus - Pork Sisig + Chicharon - Chili Flakes

this… is a very specific formula that he actually chose because he just doesn't want to eat spicy food.

anyway the combination of crunchiness and the small juicy tidbits of chopped pork will satisfy sylus's preferences for texture over taste.

he will wait for it too cool down a bit though, if it's served sizzling hot.

the first time he eats sisig though, he's unknowing that it's spicy at default, he deliberately put away all the chili flakes to the side.

and then he will eat and probably ask for another serving.

you suggest to mix the chili in but he interruptsー

"i said i like it. don't ruin it for me."

he'll probably ditch the steak for a while and pair sisig with his favorite wine.

Caleb - Kare-kare

caleb looooves to cook more than to eat. and what better dish to match that requires meticulous techniques of cooking? kare-kare.

this dish takes hours to make traditionally.

and if you don't get the measurements right, this dish will have very high chances to spoil the next day.

so he will treat it as a challenge!

you know not to doubt him since he's a very talented man.

"food's good to go! wanna join the honors of the first taste?"

he will smile like a kid when you compliment him that it tasted exactly the way it's made back home.

he's not the type to be surprised at the taste of new food especially when he knows what ingredients were used.

he did find it interesting that peanuts can be used to make such a challenging and time-consuming dish!

Valko - Chicken Curry

two words: strong scent. and you know what belongs right in that alley?

chicken curry.

meat and strong, musky scent? expect a wolfboy happily wagging his tail waiting to eat.

filipino curry doesn't usually have stronger spices and its taste is more on the milder side, but if he asks for it, you can always add some chilies!

valko isn't really particular about the taste, but he loves the blend of turmeric, ginger, and garlic.

he prefers the natural mixtures of herbs and spices as opposed to the store-bought curry powder.

once he gets a hold of this dish, he will keep its ingredients stocked in his and your fridge (for when he comes over).

gets really into it that you have to designate a chicken curry day to prevent him from eating it every day.

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