#I'm about to throw myself out a window

[captainkirkk]

I binge-read Captive Prince and Prince's Gambit in like 2 days, stopping only to sleep and go to work, but I just started Kings Rising and I can barely get through a paragraph at a time before I have to take a walk, the anxiety is getting to me???

I've seen Damen ambushed, assaulted, lashed, publicly humiliated, belittled, and almost murdered - but for some reason it was easy to swallow while he was just "a slave" ?? Now that he's been revealed to be Damianos, rightful king to the throne, everything feels so much more important and frightening. This is what he (and I) have been waiting for. And it's KILLING me

[fishblade-koi]

[angel-bazethiel]

Qimen is an art form that uses time and space as entry points to hack the Way of Heaven. It is very complex to set in motion and requires complicated calculations to complete. To predict every strike of an opponent during a fierce fight is something human brains don't have the computational capacity for. This is what makes Wu-hou Qimen so special.

[bubacorn]

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[txmxkis]

first smut i ever wrote was bc of bachira i just want u all to know that

[soppsop]

i just rememberd adhd meds exist and now im upset because i could have that if it wasn't for that freakin neurologyst we went to see that told us it was impossible that i could have adhd because i have good grades in school. literally the ONLY question he asked me and immediately said it was impossible. we spent like 5 minutes there. he could've at least... explained something???? anything?????? and now i'd feel bad about asking my parents to see another neurologist because that costs a lot of money :((

[oppitfs]

LMFAO

guess who doesn't have the courage to watch today's episode????

LOL!!!!!

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

have you seen logos ak yet? since he's a banshed what if he also had succubus-like desires as well...

anon i am so sorry but banshees and succubus have literally nothing to do with each other. banshees are a typically female spirit in irish and other celtic folklore whose mournful “keening,” or wailing screaming, or lamentation, at night was believed to foretell the death of a member of the family of the person who heard the spirit. and succubi are female demons or supernatural entities that get their freak on with men in their sleep. the only desire logos is gonna have is to keep his spot as the champion of rhodes island's stool chair racing competition.

i am such a nerd for folklore and this nearly made me have a stroke.

[infizero]

randomly rewatching the mlp s4 finale is bad for my health is anyone else seeing this

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

finally working on building Tsuruko and I have to say, it's nice having someone on healing duty again

*this user is a DPS Koishi main*

[transmasc-tabris]

Anyway in light of that post I've realized maybe Rella should be a warrior instead

[david-watts]

hell hath no fury like an autistic person whose routine has been ruined

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

if ur thots are open I feel the need to spread my on pussy spanker hao and shua I feel like they'll be so mean or I'm just horny atp

(ps. Idk if this is over your guidelines because I didn't see anything about it but have a good day)

a/n. smut (18+), ugh yes hao and shua are secretly super super mean ... i wrote abt pussy slapper hao here so >_< let's talk abt pussy slapper shua ...

his eyes crinkle up into that mean look, your legs kicked up and over his shoulders so he's perfectly settled between your legs. "'shua," you call out to him softly, voice barely above a whisper.

"what is it baby?" he croons in a sickeningly sweet voice, hot breath falling on your pretty, soaked folds.

a soft huff falls from your lips as you whine, "gimme something ... please 'shua ..." and then you feel it—the hot, sharp sting and then a blooming ache spreading through your core as your cunt throbs for more.

"gettin' impatient?" joshua asks condescendingly, raising a brow at you as your hips buck up in search for some, for any friction. there it is again, his hand cracking down on your clit as you moan out his name. he chuckles lowly, rubbing his fingers through your slick folds. "can't believe this is turning you on ... not much of a punishment if you're enjoyin' this as much as you are ..." his voice trails of as you look up at him with pleading eyes. "maybe i should stop ..." he thinks aloud, starting to lift himself up from between your legs.

your eyes widen and your hand shoots out to grab his shoulder, holding him down. "joshie ... please," you mumble, nearly on the verge of tears from how your cunt aches to just feel something. and holy shit, joshua can't hold himself back when you say his nickname so sweetly, his pupils dilating at just the sound itself.

letting himself fall back down between your legs, he lets out a heavy sigh. "alright pretty girl," he murmurs. "but you gotta be good for me, can you do that?"

"yes!" you agree, eagerly nodding your head. "'m gonna be your good girl."

"there she is," joshua praises, bringing one hand to rest gingerly over your folds. "can my good girl count for me?"

"y—ah!" you moan when his hand smacks your cunt.

"mm, that doesn't sound like a number to me baby," he chides, and heat rushes to your face.

"o-one," you say quickly.

"atta girl."

[mercuriallily]

I did a new makeup design last night and went to the trouble of dressing up but ended up hating the makeup so in lieu of pictures of me you can have pictures of Stella going nuts over me as a cat

[yuzujjn]

GIVE YOU THE WORLD 𖥔 성훈

𝒂𝒄𝒕𝑜𝑛𝑒𓈒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽

❪ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐒 ❫ 𝑙’ bodyguard!sunghoon & princess fem!rea 8OO fluff contemporary romance forbidden relationship 𓂃 skinship kissing ˊᯅˋ click

다니 ⦂⠀for my @jiwuu 💌 i finally posted an individual fic after like 2 months TT && thank you so much for 400 followers on this account

THE ROYAL DINNER IS SUFFOCATING

you sit stiffly at the long polished table, nodding along to your parents' endless talk about alliances, responsibilities, the long, boring future they're so desperate to plan for you.

"you'll be meeting several young men next week," your mother says crisply, dabbing her mouth with a napkin.

"dukes. a few foreign princes. you'll need to make an effort, darling," your father adds.

you stare at your half-finished plate, your jaw locked. an effort. right. you don't want any of them.

you want the boy who's been standing outside this stupid palace for the past hour, waiting for you like he always does.

"i need some air," you say suddenly, pushing your chair back.

your mother's brow twitches. "don't be dramatic."

"i'm not," you say sweetly. "i'm being considerate. before i ruin dinner." your mother's mouth tightens into a line. your father frowns. but after a tense second, he waves his hand.

you slip away from the table, heels clicking sharply on the marble as you move faster. you push open the heavy doors and step into the cool night — and there he is.

sunghoon.

leaning casually against the sleek black car, arms crossed, head tilted just slightly. his black suit is sharp, his tie loose enough to make him look both deadly and devastatingly handsome.

he straightens the second he sees you, a grin tugging at his mouth.

"you look thrilled," he calls lightly.

you roll your eyes as you walk toward him, letting out a long breath. "i'm about two seconds from throwing myself into the fountain."

he laughs under his breath, rounding the car and climbing in after you. the door clicks shut. the world outside fades away.

"where to, m princess?" he teases, starting the engine.

"anywhere but here," you say, kicking off your heels and pulling your knees up onto the seat.

he pulls out of the palace grounds easily, one hand on the wheel, the other intertwined with your fingers.

"you clean up nice, by the way," you say after a beat, pretending to inspect his profile.

he raises an eyebrow, flashing you a sideways look. "nice?"

"yeah. like, seven out of ten." you lean back, smirking. "room for improvement."

he scoffs, "this is the thanks i get? i sit in a car for three hours and you rate me a seven?"

you laugh, tipping your head against the window. "fine. eight. if you buy me coffee."

he shakes his head, muttering, "high maintenance," but you catch the way his mouth curves up anyway.

"so," he continues, finally parking at an empty parking lot, "besides escaping political matchmaking, how else can i make your night better?"

you blink at him, heart skipping. the way he’s looking at you — like he knows exactly what he's doing to you — makes your stomach flip.

you lean closer, tilting your head slightly. "kiss me." his eyebrows shoot up, and for a second he looks genuinely caught off guard.

"what, no please?" he says.

"kiss me, please," you say, rolling your eyes, but your voice comes out soft. maybe a little desperate. he chuckles, before reaching out and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"you’re really bad at being patient," he says.

"and you're really bad at following orders," you shoot back, smiling.

"lucky for you, i’m off-duty right now," he murmurs.

and then he leans in, kissing you slowly, like he’s got all the time in the world and none of it matters except for this.

your fingers hook onto his tie, tugging him closer until you're almost half in his lap, giggling against his mouth. he kisses you harder in response, one hand sliding along your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek.

when you finally pull apart, you're both a little breathless, smiling like idiots.

he taps your nose with his finger, playful. "still think i'm an eight?"

you grin. "solid nine. pending if you could kiss me again,."

he laughs, tipping his head back against the seat.

"god, you're trouble," he says, but he sounds absolutely in love with it.

you grin wider, already buckling your seatbelt again. "drive, bodyguard. my standards just went up."

[iris-qt]

charmed, i'm sure

(feat. accidental truth serum, public chaos, and one very flustered reader)

It starts during double Potions.

Snape’s droning on about the stability of truth serums, and Mattheo Riddle (gorgeous, brooding, completely full of himself) is stirring his cauldron with that signature air of boredom and menace.

You’re seated next to him. Unfortunately.

Well, technically it was alphabetical. But you’re starting to think fate just has a sense of humor.

Snape snaps his fingers. “Taste test. Two drops each.”

It's obvious he thinks no one made the potion right.

You arch a brow. “Taste the potion? Isn’t that, like, illegal?”

Mattheo shrugs. “Probably. But I’m dying to know what secrets you’re hiding.”

You roll your eyes and raise your vial. “Bottoms up, Riddle.”

And then.

He drinks. You pretend to drink.

You blink. He blinks.

And then... chaos.

“Your eyes,” he says dreamily, “should be illegal in academic settings. I can’t focus. I think I failed last week’s quiz because of them.”

You look over at him in horror. “What?”

“Oh no,” he says cheerfully. “I think it’s working.”

Snape narrows his eyes. “Mr. Riddle, is there a problem?”

Mattheo turns to him, absolutely beaming. “No, Professor. Unless you count the fact that I’m catastrophically in love with the girl next to me and have been writing her name over and over in the margins of my Arithmancy textbook for three months.”

There is a beat of silence.

You drop your quill.

Snape sighs. “Hospital wing. Now.”

“But I feel fine,” Mattheo says. “Better than fine. Actually, I feel free. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to tell her that her laugh makes me feel like I’m choking on happiness?”

You slap a hand over his mouth.

“Sorry, Professor,” you mutter, dragging him out of the classroom as fast as your legs can carry you. “He’s clearly unwell. Tragic. Don’t wait up.”

In the hallway, Mattheo’s grinning like a madman.

“Wait,” he says, eyes wide. “Did I tell them about the dreams yet?”

You freeze. “WHAT dreams?”

He looks slightly panicked. “Oh no.”

You push open the hospital wing door and hiss, “Mattheo Riddle, if you say one more thing that makes me want to throw myself out a window—”

“I think you’re smarter than me,” he blurts. “It’s not fair. You’re so clever. I watch you solve things and it’s like... like watching lightning happen in real time. And you don’t even brag about it. It’s disgusting. I’m obsessed with you.”

You gape at him.

Madam Pomfrey appears with a raised brow.

“Veritaserum, I assume?”

You nod numbly. “Yes. And please. Make it stop before he proposes.”

Mattheo places a hand on his chest, gasping. “Do you want me to?! Because I will. I have the ring picked out.”

A/N: missed this trainwreck | mattheo masterlist |