#*sobs in Not asleep*

[spookitordukeit]

It is 1:01 am…. Why am I not aslebbb…. I have work at 3am…. Aough…. I suferrrrrrrrr….😔

[kruegerspillow]

simon riley who just needs to be understood. that's all. one whole jar of pity wouldn't do it, he needs you to acknowledge him. and, when you do, he'll surrender himself faster than he should.

The rain pours down heavily against the roof, the sound of pitter-patters humming throughout your house.

It had been weeks ever since Simon's leave and the sudden change hits you harder than a damn truck. It's just going to be a few weeks, he wrote down in the letter. But, you never really believed him, no. Fuck, you know he'd do anything (that includes lying) just for you to be at ease.

Though, the bed felt colder than before. Your place felt even more... tense, with the feeling of unease running through your body and the unusual, eerie silence. His job wasn't an easy one, and with the fact that his life is on the line, it made it worse.

Your heartbeat quickened as you looked down at your phone, scrolling through the messages and pictures Simon had sent the other day. You don't understand how soldiers could be so composed in the middle of the battlefield, including Simon himself. You'd be damned if you heard a single gunshot ringing across you.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of a car engine knocked you out of your trance. Your head perked up, a feeling of hope sparking up in your weary heart. Could it be him? You thought to yourself. He's earlier than usual.

You placed your phone on the table, gaze locking onto the front door as you leaned back against the armrest of the couch, a pillow pressed against your back. The sound of the engine eventually came to a stop, then—

Click.

There he was. Simon motherfuckin' Riley.

He took off his boots and placed them aside as soon as he met your gaze. The smell of rain and dirt lingered around him, but he didn't care anymore. Not when the love of his life is right in front of him, waiting patiently to be placed into his embrace. But, he's fuckin' exhausted, and he can't help but let the feeling of fatigue take over his body.

He closed the door behind him, walking towards you with a look of deep longing and care. His bags were left right beside the front door. Your eyes travelled over his figure, searching for any new scars or wounds.

"Bloody 'ell, I missed ya s'much." He murmured, his voice raspy and carried a handful of emotions.

Before you knew it, he plopped down onto you, head resting against your plump thighs, earning an amused gasp from you. His arms softly wrapped around your waist, slipping underneath your shirt before caressing your bare skin. You sighed in content, relaxing beneath him before your hands made their way to his hair, running your fingers through his hair.

"Welcome home, Simon." You greeted him, your voice filled with warmth and relief.

He grunted in response, burying his face between your thigh, causing you to nearly whimper in response. But you knew he ran out of the energy, having finished a tiring deployment. Your gaze softened at the sight before you. Sometimes, even the strongest souls get exhausted.

"Want me to make tea for you, love?" You softly whispered into his ear.

He shook his head, wanting to hold you just for a while (that's a lie. He'd go through the whole month burying his face into you) and you understood, staying silent as you embraced him. You let him do his thing and fuck he was turned on by that mere fact. But, for now, lust was long forgotten, buried away by the need of your comfort and warmth.

Your hands gently massaged his tense shoulder, feeling the way his muscles relaxed under your touch. Slowly, his vision fades into nothingness, for your touch has provided comfort even to the soul of the corrupt. Surrendering himself into sleep had never felt so... easy.

And, soon, he'll show you just how lucky he is to have you.

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[potato-lord-but-not]

what if…. Noel centric angst? ever think about that?

[ricky-mortis]

It’s the perfect place for a picnic!

[ljubimaya]

This is 100 percent inspired by a conversation me and @softshuji had

There's a stark contrast between the Haitani brothers when it comes to eating you out.

Ran, like a true gourmand, likes taking his time with you. He is not one to rush, taking his time as he would run his tongue between your folds before eventually finding it's way to your clit. He eats you out like he kisses you - languidly, almost lazily exploring your wet cavern. There is no force in his tongue as it would glide between folds to drink up your arousal ever so tenderly. The same, however, could not be said about the bruising grip his hands have on your thighs. While Ran may have the patience of a saint when he's sucking on the tender flesh of your labia, you'd be crying and begging him to let you finally come. Your shaky legs would have no energy left after trying to force more friction, your hips failing to move against his face as his iron grip hinders your every movement. Does he take his time to tease you? To teach you a lesson? To satisfy a deep hunger? You wouldn't know that after the endless edging you have to endure to release all over him.

With Rindou, it's an entirely different story. Unlike his older brother, Rindou despises the very concept of edging. He eats you like a starved man, like a famished wolf devouring the poor little bunny he had hunted down. His grip on your legs is hard, but the movements of his tongue and nose are harder against your overstimulated pussy. Your clit would be hurting from the rough treatment, your muscles are stiff and the bruises on your inner thighs are aching. As much as you were ready to tap out any time, you wouldn't dare to. No, not until Rindou had his fill on you. Rindou, however, doesn't just eat you out. He is a dirty player, a true menace, when he gets down on you. His long fingers would thrust inside your pussy when you'd least expect it. A scream would escape your lips, the pain of the sudden thrust slowly fading into mindless pleasure the more the rough tips of Rindou's would hit your g spot. You'd come - again - but instead of giving you a second to breathe, he keeps on going, working you up to your nth orgasm of the night. Whenever you weren't too engulfed in the hard scissoring motion of his fingers, you would feel him smirking against your wet pussy. Did he do all of that to you to remind you who was in charge? To mock your complete and utter inferiority to him? In the end, it wouldn't matter as the next orgasm was just around the corner, and to Rindou, the night was still young.

[indigopoptart]

WEBSITE UPDATE GUYS WOOOOO!!!!

+ some oldish doodles!!! and a recent whiteboard!! :3

OH IM SO SO SO EXCITED!!!!!

[daycourtofficial]

Do you guys think the hounds in acotar have longer lifespans than typical dogs in our world? Or do you think Eris continues to keep his hounds and allow himself to grow attached to them, knowing their lifespan is only like 10-15 years, as a way to prove to himself that he can care about something, even though he knows it will only end in heartache? One of the few things in his world that provides him some form of comfort and they have expiration dates.

Do you think he has a graveyard for them, somewhere beyond Beron’s gaze, where he can fall apart over the unfairness of his world? And yet, no matter how many he buries, he still gets excited whenever there’s a new litter.

[tenyaiidahandchop]

A young couple gets married but over the years the two have been married (say they are in the 60s maybe 70s), the engagement ring doesn't fit the wearer as well and the ring has to be worn with a chain, but one day said ring wearer "loses" their ring until a few weeks later their spouse "proposes" to them with the supposedly once lost ring but it turns out they stole the ring to get it sized up and repaired and slips it on their lovers finger just as they did when they first got engaged and they fall in love All. Over. Again.

[404-art-found]

behold! The Upturned-themed Major Arcana!

[worldcleansingdragon]

I think March, TB and Dan Heng would sometimes fall asleep with each other.

Maybe they'd be sitting in the Parlor Car and Dan Heng would drift off to sleep and a moment later, March and TB would lay on his shoulders and fall asleep as well.

Maybe they would have a little sleepover in March's room. After a night full of pillow fights, laughter, nails painting and shit-talking, they'd fall asleep cuddled up between all of March's soft plushies.

Maybe after a nightmare one of them might've had, they would stay up talking to the point of exhaustion and end up falling asleep on top of each other.

Welt and Himeko found them like that, asleep on each other countless times already and they never had the heart to wake them up or take them to their rooms. It's heartwarming to see those kids, the kids who had gone through so much and the kids who's only purpose is to help people, at peace, just cuddled up with each other and sound asleep.

They definitely cherish all moments when they can act like a real family and not worry about anything.

[clegfly]

Thinking about. Thinking about how mari canonically has trouble sleeping / insomnia and is has to distract herself with other activities like reading to even fall asleep. And and then. Then thinking about. The fact mari can nap so quickly when she’s with hero because she loves him and is so comfortable with him that she can do that

[glitchedrabbit]

okay okay i’ll sleep now :((

[itayaki]

I'm still thinking about that scene

[claudtrait]

the greenbergs got breakfast out and apple got food poisoning.... apple you better get that bag and SUE

[dolly-doe]

cg! vanessa shelly moodboard !!

[roses-and-revolutions]

Almost finished reading Dungeon Meshi and I got an idea

So in Dungeon Meshi or Delicious in Dungeon, there are these... dungeons.

And from what I have gathered dungeons can be made naturally or artificially but both types have the same few things in common.

They are made to contain demons

They attract adventures

The dungeons have lords who manage/control the dungeon and are given the power to do so by the demons

I know that I'm skimming over some important bits, but long story short, the demons come from an alternate dimension called 'The Infinite Realm' and feed off of people's desires, the Lord of the Dungeon's specifically.

That being said... (incoming dp x dc prompt)

Beings from the Infinite Realms aren't ghosts but demons. And while they do still have obsessions, they lack desires. And so, they've become something they hunger for.

Danny learns this the hard way when he accidentally eats his parents' desire to hunt 'ghosts'.

When the endless, all-consuming hunger, that had been growing inside himself became just a bit satisfied by the action, he got scared. He ran to Clockwork, who immediately explained everything to him.

From there he became terrified. He didn't want to eat people's desires, especially considering that he had some of his own. But CW explained that while other demons will most likely never be satisfied no matter how many desires they consume, because of Danny's halfa status he may be able to. (Also it would be a bad thing if the baby starves itself. No one wants the baby to starve!)

To test out this theory, CW pulls (more than) a couple of strings, and soon his dungeon was set up in Gotham City in the DC universe.

He felt a bit bad since he had to set up shop in another ghost's/demon's territory, but Lady Gotham seemed to have taken a liking to him.

Danny takes his time searching for the most desperate person he can find, (Lady Gotham is leading him to some of the most desperate people in her city, aka the Batfam.), and appears to one of them as a fawn (signifying his hunger and current 'lack' of power). He then looks deep into their mind and offers them the power to fulfill all their desires.

The Batfam? They should be better than this, but damn they were in a tight spot and the city is going to shit because the rouges have been more active than ever, and their family is on the verge of crumbling!... And the answer to fix it all was right there, just within their reach.

They held the fawn in their arms gently. Its ivory wings, coat of starlight, and piercing Lazurus green eyes. Gotham began to change.

A few years later, some members of the JL and the JLD are once again trying their hand at clearing the dungeon but are a bit discouraged because last time their team was wiped out completely.

It was inconvenient how their powers were nullified whenever they were inside the dungeon, but they had yet to find a spell to counteract it.

In an attempt to get past the third floor, they teamed with a team called Team Phantom, which comprised two young adult siblings, their 12-year-old sister, and a few teenagers.

Morally, they were against this. No one this young should be trying to clear the dungeon! But on the other hand, this team was the closest to getting to the fourth floor.

Sucking it up, they teamed up with the young dungeon dwellers and quickly found out why they were so close to getting to the third floor.

These kids were skilled. These kids were powerful. These kids were trained. On top of that, they didn't care about their lives! Because these kids? They wouldn't- no! They couldn't die, and they were using it to their advantage.

The JL/JLD now had much more to worry about than clearing the dungeon.