I suppose I should tell you all some random things about me!!! I’m from New Zealand, my favourite colours are pink, pastel yellow, and baby blue. I also really like orange.
I have a golden retriever, her name is Nala, and my favourite animal is a Tiger. Also my favourite flower is a lily or hibiscus.
At the moment my favourite show is Jujutsu Kaisen!!!
I love writing, and have been writing since I was a child. I also really like to draw and paint, so let me know if you would like to see any of my art!!!
Warnings: Fluff, Light smut (mainly just kissing).
A/N: Please do not read if you are sensitive to the topics mentioned in this piece of writing. Always be sure to put your mental health first and take care my Lillie’s!!!
Choso nuzzles deeper down into the crook of your neck, slowly inhaling the subtle vanilla lotion that you lathered over your soft skin. He cradles your waist gently between both arms and sighs against your skin at the feeling of you dragging your manicured nails across his scalp.
He mumbles something against your neck that doesn’t quite sound like words.
“Mmm, what was that baby?” You giggle.
He whines and pulls himself out of the warmth between your shoulder and neck. He pouts when he meets your teasing eyes, and the words that were muffled against your neck tumbles out of his lips.
“Wanna kiss” He whines smushing your cheeks together so that your plush lips stick further out towards him. “Please baby”. The way his eyes twinkle when you slowly nod against the strong hands holding your face makes your heart melt with warmth.
The hand holding your face moves from squishing your cheeks to gently cupping your jaw, tentatively Choso leans in brushing his cool lips against yours. The soft moan he lets out when he slips his tongue past your open mouth and onto your own tongue has slick pooling in between your thighs.
Choso moves to drape himself further over your heated body. He presses harder against your mouth and softly groans at the way you twist his hair around your fingers.
Choso whines at the loss of your touch when you gently pull back, resting your head back on the embroidered pillow behind you. You and Choso are still connected by a single strand of saliva that breaks away and droops onto your heaving chest.
When Choso lifts his lovesick gaze from your swollen lips, he just melts. It’s the way you were already looking at him with your own love struck stare. “Do I got something on my face, pretty” He teases, wrapping his fingers around yours and pressing a kiss to your palm.
“Mmh, rightttt here” You giggle leaning up to plant a small peck on the side of his mouth. Choso lets out a feigned shocked gasp at the feeling and flips onto his back. Pulling you into his chest he starts whispering sweet nothings.
Sweet nothings that fill the warm air surrounding the entangled couple, sweet nothings that bring a warmth to underneath your cheeks, sweet nothings that end in an “I love you” and a sweet final kiss on the top of your head.
Heyyy, wow 2 posts in one day?!!! Who am I?!!! Anyways I’m so excited to have finally written for JJK, I hope you enjoyed reading. Please feel free to comment and reblog. And have an amazing day or night depending where you are!!!
A/N: Please do not read if you are sensitive to the topics mentioned in this piece of writing. Always be sure to put your mental health first and take care my Lillie’s!!!
The cool metal of his gun bites at her forehead as he presses it further against her. Wind snips at his fevered cheeks and the tip of his nose.
Her own gun rests softer against the centre of his eyebrows, which crease in anguish at the sight of tears weltering and slowly dragging down her cheeks.
Simons grip around the rough handle of the rusted gun falters. His eyes long for a different way, a different way to be together . But he knows what’s coming is a far worse death than one with the woman he loves.
Her gauze wrapped hand reaches out for his free one. She relishes in the little bit of bitter warmth that passes through her and shivers when he starts to rub his thumb over her wrapped knuckles. They both stare stupidly at their entwined hands, ignoring the hands holding each others life’s at their mercy.
Simon’s the first to rip his clouded eyes from what’s grounding him, his finger presses a lick harder into the trigger. She does the same, tears are trickling downwards her cheeks less sparsely now. He still has yet to have one fall.
An everlasting silence groans and creaks around the clearing they’ve found themselves in. There’s devastation as far around as one would see. Rusted cars embedded into soil, boarded up broken windows, burnt down buildings, and body’s. So many limp, lifeless, rotting corpses. Her body always twinges when she sees one, she finds comfort that she won’t be seeing anymore soon. He doesn’t.
Chapped lips curl into a barely there smile. Although being small, it destroys Simon. They both know how their lives are to end, and when they’re to end.
Heyyyy my Lillies, this is a bit angsty but regardless I hope you love it!!!
A/N: Please do not read if you are sensitive to the topics mentioned in this piece of writing. Always be sure to put your mental health first and take care my Lillie’s!!!
Strands pulled from my loose braids in the struggle slick to my sweat stained forehead.
“Fucker” The breathy whisper that falls from my lips is hoarse, I’m not used to talking, there’s never anyone around. Never anyone alive at least. The heaving lump of muscle groans beneath me. My knife bites at his neck, it presses harder to draw a thin line of crimson that seeps through the handle of my blade and calloused palms.
I can’t see his face, concealed beneath a black balaclava printed with the features of a skull. He winces haughtily as I press the serrated blade that little bit more.
“Fuck” He pants, his own voice scratchy at the edges. He’s not been using his voice, means he’s alone. Means no one’s gonna be looking for him, or his body for that matter.
The stench of rotting limbs tears my vigilante stare away from the intruder to the encroaching hoard beyond the tree line.
Stalkers.
“You fucker” I hiss, ripping my petrified eyes from the rotting mass of fucking stalkers back to the limp heap of a man beneath me.
“You led them here” My voice tense with hatred and horror at the sheer number of the ugly fucks. Stalkers, the first stage of infection. Flesh hungry beasts, the infections not fully encased the entirety of their brain leading them to have perception of their surroundings and the living. Their stench is the most potent because of the open wounds and blood that litters their bodies. Stalkers are quicker too.
And their smart.
Somewhat.
He struggles to spit out words against the serrated blade pressed to him, I hesitantly lift it. My eyes rip back to the Stalkers, their far, but their fast. They’d be here before the hour is up.
Hiiiii people I’m thinking of writing a series on this, but I’m not sure!!! Let me know what you guys think about this, I’m kinda scared because this is my first post. Also criticism is welcome, I’m always looking to improve!!!
