#and idk where tf that came from

[bec-a-b00]

Why is getting a wheelchair covered by insurance so difficult

[heavenbarnes]

have got it into my head older bf!simon that’s retired from active duty to become a bodyguard, specifically your bodyguard and he’s nothing if not loyal.

literally feels terror in the pit of his stomach when he doesn’t have his eyes on you. he’s made a habit of entering a room over your shoulder and now when he has a day off and has to do anything without you by his side? what’s the fucking point?

moves when you move, if you’re standing up so is he.

goes wherever you go, if you’re in the bathroom he’s outside the door (don’t ask him why his ear was pressed to it).

he’s your shadow, your bad loyal dog, your constant.

goes both ways, when he’s not around you don’t really want to think too hard about it but it’s definitely emptiness you can feel. you don’t think it can be loneliness, they’ve given you another guard, but- it’s not him.

when it is him, you don’t even have to look behind you to know he’s there. he’s quiet, he moves quietly but he’s always the presence. you can just start speaking and you know you’ll always get a response (even if it’s a grunt).

night shifts are unbearable. especially when your door is ajar and simon can see a direct line into your bedroom, the way your hand moves between your spread thighs. silent as he is, he can even hear the moans drifting off your lips.

it’s his job to keep his eyes on you, even when they’re roaming your naked body and he’s gripping his sidearm so he doesn’t grip himself through his trousers. it’s no use, his body will betray him- hands free.

he thinks of himself as some dirty old man, getting his kicks watching you like this. if his eyes weren’t between your thighs he’d know that yours were on him.

your shadow.

[its-not-sof]

12:37am

jaemin smut + fluff

“What? Does that feel good?”

You squirmed under Jaemin’s sensual gaze. He smiled as his fingers continued to lightly stroke your inner thighs, creeping agonizingly slowly to where you wanted him most.

He had been teasing you all night, painstakingly exploring and massaging every inch of your body, searching for the places that made you shiver and sigh and beg for him.

“Tell me what you need, pretty girl…” he murmured, enticing a needy whimper from your lips.

“Please, touch me,” you whispered. Jaemin smirked, pleased at your eagerness to follow his directions.

“I’ve been touching you all night, where do you want me now?”

His fingers ghosted across your covered core, gently circling your sensitive bud before pulling back.

“Here?” He murmured, hovering just millimeters from your entrance.

You gasped and nodded quickly, lifting your hips to meet his fingers, longing for the suddenly lost friction.

“Use your words, baby,” Jaemin whispered, leaning in close to press his lips to your neck.

“Jaemin, please, r-right there…” you mumbled, slipping your fingers in his soft hair, keeping him close. You could feel him smile against your skin.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He teased, returning his fingers to your waiting heat.

His long fingers rubbed against you before slipping underneath your soaked panties to make contact with your dripping entrance. It didn’t take him long to find your swollen bud and swiftly start to tease out of you a breathless moan.

His mouth began to suck on your exposed neck, soothing the raw, bruised skin with the tip of his tongue before slipping steadily downward. Jaemin slowly pressed hot kisses down your chest, hands reaching behind you to unclip your bra and shed you of your restrictive garments.

Your nipples hardened in the cool night air, already stiff with arousal at Jaemin’s teasing earlier. Your boyfriend wasted no time in relishing each with attention, his plush lips sucking and nipping at your breasts, his fingers reaching up to tug at the right side while his mouth pleasured the left.

His talented mouth pulled another, slightly higher-pitched moan from your parted lips.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, trailing his soft kisses down your stomach and stopping right before your dripping cunt.

You shifted your hips again, longing for him to continue. Big brown eyes looked up at you, lidded with desire but still full of devilish joy.

He never broke eye contact with you as he began to suck at your inner thighs again, biting and nipping the soft flesh until you felt like you could scream.

“J-Jaemin, please don’t tease,” you moaned, breathless and blushing with unbridled arousal.

“You know I always take care of you, Y/N…” he murmured, quickly flicking his tongue across your clit before pulling away again.

“N-No,” you practically sobbed as he positioned your thighs over his broad shoulders. “Please, please…”

Jaemin smirked before diving into your aching core with reckless abandon.

His pouted lips closed around your sensitive peak, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur before alternating in soft, fluttering licks that made you buck your hips up off the mattress.

“J-Jaemin, oh god…” you moaned loudly, unable to swallow your cries of pleasure as his talented tongue worked over your core.

“I-I’m gonna, I’m—“ you cried out as your orgasm ripped through your body, pulsating around Jaemin’s tongue. He showed no signs of stopping as he continued to stimulate you through your high.

You tried to pull away as the sensations became too strong, but he held your thighs closer and kept up his pace.

“J-Jaemin, too much, I can’t—“

“You can take it, pretty girl. Just one more, okay?”

Soon, you felt a pleasurable knot start to form again in your stomach, desperate to release with each flutter of his wet muscle.

Your breathing became ragged as you chased your second high on his face. You shuddered again and Jaemin smiled as you fell limp in his arms, your chest still heaving with each labored breath.

“Good girl,” he murmured, massaging your thighs and leaning up to place a chaste kiss on your forehead. You wrapped your arms around his back to keep him close to you.

“I love you. So, so much,” you whispered, holding him tightly. Jaemin smiled.

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

Jaemin leaned in and kissed you, hard and passionate before gazing at you with a handsome smirk.

“Think you can do one more for me?”

[officialzevran]

[hercarisntyours]

hyperfixations are so fun because they either last years or a few weeks like when the elita-1 hyperfixation started I thought it was going to be some quick thing I'd move on from in like a month because "oh there's not a lot for her she's not really a character" but here I am like 3 years later and the hyperfixation is just getting stronger and stronger and frankly it's scary and the funnest ?? part is that it was out of left field and random like some fucking idk what the bird in rio ig came and bagged gagged me one day and is holding me hostage

[snapbackslide]

so you’re gonna be mad at the guy who captains his team 82 games a season, went to 3 straight all-star weekends instead of getting a break like his teammates do, makes a common decision to not go to an off-season tournament so he could rest and propose to his girlfriend, and out of pettiness not invite him to an in-season tournament that he deserves to be in? ah ok.

[marlboromiles]

just saw someone call cdf a book series for 8 year olds and thats wild considering theres graphic descriptions of children being eaten alive and people being murdered and the entire first 3 books being a metaphor for csa and grooming.

[marchsfreakshow]

Sorry (not) for being so horny for Tangerine last night I just suddenly got possessed by the atj loving devil lmao

[overly-verbose]

A little update; I've gone absolutely bonkers with writing between panicked revisions for Exams™ and thus can announce that Part 8 is gonna be around 16~k words (most likey somewhat above 16k tbh)

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[amora-ledezma]

King Of My Heart

Warnings: Mentioned Cheating

Genre: Established Relationship, Misunderstanding, Angst/Reverse Comfort, Fluff at the end

Song lyrics will be at the end of this post

Synopsis: (Based on the King Of Hearts being beheaded because the Queen of Hearts suspected him of being unfaithful to her) She’s done it. Riddle’s mother has finally gotten him to doubt you. It’s up to you to assure him.

Or, the one time Riddle’s mind got plagued with doubt and the umpteenth time you remind him he’s your everything.

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She’s done it. The wrench had finally done it.

Riddle’s mother has planted enough doubt into her son’s mind to drive him paranoid.

She’s planted enough doubt in his mind to make him believe you weren’t happy with him. He believed you wanted anyone else.

She’s made him believe you’d turn around and run into the arms of the nonexistent person he believed you were cheating with.

Moments molted into hours. You mind was running so unbearably fast that you can’t even finish one thought without another coming through right away.

You remember the angry sound of his shoes against the marble floor. The way the doors slammed open to reveal him.

Riddle, with his face painted red with rage and… tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked like he didn’t know whether to be angry or cry.

Worried, you asked him what was wrong.

“Y—YOU KNAVE!” He marched up to you, hiccuping from the tears running down his face.

“YOU UNFAITHFUL,” He had grabbed you by the collar and dragged your face to be right in front of his.

“SWINE!” Riddle bellowed, the hand that grabbed your collar trembled. Even with what he thinks you’ve done, he can’t bring himself to hurt you.

“HOW DARE YOU TRY AND MAKE A FOOL OUT OF ME?!” You worriedly tried calming him down, you tried to wipe his tears, just for your hands to be slapped away like they’ve touched blood as velvet as his hair. But most of all, you were preparing for the inevitable.

“I’VE OUGHT TO CLEAVE OFF YOUR HEAD RIGHT HERE AND NOW!” He said, reaching for his pen.

You stand there in shock and disbelief. You ask him what was he talking about. “SO NOW YOU DECIDE TO ACT AS IF YOU’RE INNOCENT! YOU’VE BEEN OUT AND ABOUT, PULLING MY DORM MEMBERS ALONG!”

He took a deep breath. Then another. A million more. Then he spoke, more composed.

“Now tell me,” He said, suddenly calm.

He didn’t think you were worth even being angry at anymore.

And it was somehow me terrifying than his earlier outburst. At first, he just seemed irrationally angry, but now? He looks absolutely heart broken. And you think your heart might have broken too from the mere sight.

“Who’s the man you managed to bewitch? Might it be Spade?” He asked, letting out a scoff, you notice his fingers turn white as he gripped his pen too tightly.

“Trapolla?” He looks away, jaw clenched.

“The Seven forbid, was it Clover?” He started trembling again.

Your world shattered. You loved him more than life himself and there he was, accusing you becoming unfaithful.

Then the realization dawned on you.

His mother. His wretched mother—

You had just met her last week, and saying she didn’t like you was an enormous understatement.

But even if she did cause this, the fact that he was convinced in 5 days at most told you: you were severely lacking in proving he was all that mattered to you.

“Riddle.” You wince, it came out harsher than intended.

“How could I throw away the loyalty I swore to you the day we got together? The loyalty I swore to you when we decided that we’d be richer than any royalty upon a golden throne so long as we have each other? Now that I’ve realized how I haven’t been able to prove my devotion to you,” you linger on the revelation.

“I don’t know what to do with myself.” You laugh humorlessly at your faults.

“Sometimes you feel like a full on rain storm and I’m merely a house of cards.” You cautiously reach out to him, slowly as to give him the chance to back away.

“Riddle, King of my heart, my body and soul.” He didn’t back away, you rub his cheek tenderly; you were glad you were slowly easing away his doubt.

“Nothing can challenge my devotion to you, love.” Your voice dropped to a whisper.

“How can I be sure you mean every single word you say? How can I be sure you aren’t saying these words just to continue your…affair?” His eyes became cold again.

.

.

.

“I think beheading me would be too light of a punishment. Death would be too merciful.” You say, eyes downcast.

“If you wish to inflict pain onto me, leave my life and I will cease to live.” You breathe out.

“These luxurious drapes would be no different from rags, the golden pieces I wear would be no different from insignificant stones under your shoes.” Tears started pooling around your eye line at the thought of him leaving you.

“I’ve made you my temple, my mural, my sky.” The tears started falling. You desperately wish you could stop them.

“You are free to so what you want with me.” You grab his hand and pull it closer to you.

“But that will not stop me from begging you not to leave.” Your lip trembled.

“Please.” You plead.

“Riddle, every breathe that leave my lips, every beat of my heart, every. Single. Thing I do is yours.” You’re on your knees now, you don’t remember when you dropped to your knees but you don’t care.

“I am yours. Yours to keep,” you take a shaky breath.

“…and yours to lose.” Your voice breaks as you cry into the hand you grabbed.

You feel something trickle onto your intertwined hands.

You look up and see Riddle’s face painted with tears again.

Only this time, it wasn’t accompanied by anger.

“D-do you truly-?” The dam broke, the onslaught of his tears didn’t seem to have the intention of stopping anytime soon.

“I d-do not know what came over me.” He said, his voice teary and shaky.

He dropped to come face to face with you.

“Riddle. Every word I have said came straight from my heart.” You say, laughing a bit through your tears.

“Dearest, I truly am sorry for my behavior, I-!” Another sniff, he wiped a sleeve over his face.

Without another word you pull his head into your lap. He started telling you what his mother said, how she commented on every relationship you had with anyone who wasn’t him, how utterly stupid he felt he actually convinced himself you were being unfaithful to him!

He chattered on, but you didn’t mind. It was nice to have your lover back. Instead, you listened attentively. Nodding along and humming.

The floor was cold, but you didn’t care, it didn’t matter. Nothing ever did when you were together.

.

.

.

*

“Riddle?”

“Yes, dearest?”

“I love you. You ought to know and remember that, hm?”

He laughed. A boyish, melodic laugh.

And by The Seven, you think you fell deeper.

“Yes, dearest. I’m sorry once again.”

“You’re forgiven…if you stay for a bit and cuddle with me.”

“It would certainly be my pleasure.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Ugh.”

A giggle.

The cuddling session in your bed was well worth the fight you two resolved a few hours before.

Yes, hours. You found that when given the chance, Heartslabyul’s Dormleader, Riddler Rosehearts, can and will talk one’s ear off.

It was quite endearing.

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List of songs: King Of My Heart(“king of my heart, my body and soul”), Tolerate it(“I’ve made you my temple, my mural, my sky”), Sparks Fly(“The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm and I’m a house of cards”) all songs by Taylor Swift

[narwhalandchill]

its been like. nearly a year (How.) already but i cannot lie theres Still a part in the back of my brain occupied with and being thoroughly entertained by the way that childes confirmed 4.0 complete self-awareness over waking up the narwhal at 14 recontextualizes some key liyue things leading to some very funny self indulgent scenarios in my head

like yes chili is old news its basic please excuse me for predictable popular ship crimes (do NOT however associate me w the crimes of fanon against their actual range. theyre peak to Me) but i just keep replaying the imagery of zhongli and childe back on their homoerotic Professional Working Relationship bullshit where their flirting passed the jkjk unless treshold of even remotely plausible deniability like 8 exorbitantly priced business dinners ago and theyre just like. doing that whole song and dance now neither committing to a move except zhonglis presently feeling moderately conflicted (but nonetheless fairly unfazed at) by the prospects of actually developing some sort of a thing for the harbinger hes supposed to puppet master into executing the major story climax of his 67-step retirement plan bc he turned out to be quite the strangely charming ginger specimen (to His weird fucking 6000 year old tastes at least. they deserve each other) with some fascinating life ambitions he cant help but be enraptured by.

but because hes still 100% Locked In on his entire plan zhonglis also just . simultaneously dual wielding his coy-ass "i like you and am taking it slow to Savor this developing relationship (Also bc of the Geo Archon Shaped Elephant In The Room) except am old as shit so my languid sense of time inadvertedly Automatically turns my behavior into an equivalent of the dark souls boss of playing hard2get" act (cue "waddup im ajax 24 and im in fucking agony with this hot funeral consultant". Yes they live like this) AND also meticulously theorycrafting like 12 moves in advance for his 6d chess play of leaving the most subtly crafted trail of breadcrumbs behind for the tsaritsas 11th to follow into the intended & completely "Coincidental" idea of unleashing the one particular sealed sea deity that zhongli Specifically wants momentarily released for his sweet 6k retirement party and graduation test for the nation hes helicopter parented for 3.7k years .

like. this is zhongli we r talking about the guy Absolutely has it planned out down to a fucking art like he has an entire branching path dialogue tree planned and memorized like its a visual novel for every possible way he can conveniently namedrop osial in a non-suspect way and also that he just happens to be sealed right over there across the harbor (what a coincidence!) and also to slip in the intel about the latent power of the sigil of permission etc etc. like zhonglis just out there doing all this massive galaxy brain computational work simultaneously while infodumping on an academic level about whichever subject childes latest random comment of amicable small talk happened to remind him of because in his helicopter parent in remission mind its Absolutely Critical that the idea about releasing osial occurs Completely organically in childes mind it Has to he Cannot risk revealing anything . (hes in remission not in recovery guys.) so like here we are. he requested notes from the tsaritsa Personally on the character of her 11th just to ensure every move was painstakingly crafted to draw him Specifically to the intended conclusion without risking revealing his true identity .

except. the thing . neither he. nor the tsaritsa . would have been informed of . is that this simply isnt childes first fucking rodeo waking up an eldritch city sized sea creature . and he is very well aware of this fact . he woke that beautiful wonderful beloved huge fucking narwhal up by himself had his brain chemistry Immediately and Irrevocably rewired as a direct consequence do you fucking think hes somehow stopped thinking about that singular moment for even a second since then???

yeah . thought so.

so what actually ends up happening in reality is theyll be on another definitely-serious-business-not-just-a-date and zhonglis going to get down to like dialogue selection part 10 of the 86 step conversation tree at Most where hes only beginning to like Vaguely allude to the key pieces of information involved but it turns out Because Hes That Guy (TM) And Has Been There Done That Before childes basic pattern recognition and sense of irony simply proceed to kick in Way ahead of time and hes Immediately perking up like Hey wouldnt it be really fucking funny if i wake up an eldritch sea beast Again . like just in case. as a last ditch effort .

and zhonglis just sitting there seeing the gears turn in his head as they enjoy their cringe fucking picnic (bc they just stare at each other intently like that nowadays its a thing. being in a room with them by this point is essentially a human rights violation) and is just completely fucking flabbergasted and lost on how in the hell childes speedran his way to that conclusion at what amounts to barely a 13% completion rate in his whole overkill fucking plan (just 1 of 3 contingencies btw) and its like yes he has his intended outcome but also precisely 0 idea on how the fuck said outcome was reached the way it was this fast . like hes still winning its His plan thats well underway and ahead of schedule but How

(pov: ur selling the concept of waking up destructive sea creatures to the guy who woke up a celestial body eating cosmic whale at 14)

anyway its truly beautiful i absolutely detest these two and have prime liyue AQ hijinks nostalgia now thank you for the lore drop that allowed this to become canon in my head hoyo

[bcneheaded]

artemis officially has..... another new patron... (side muse) his name is Loomy and he was once a kids imaginary friend (he thinks. tbh he cant remember exactly what he was at first if he was anything but this is fine) tldr we have yet another pet for the shop--

[yournormalidiot]

Omg right so idk shit about like magic worlds and elfs and orcs and shit like that alr. (So correct me if I'm wrong)

But I saw somthing somewhere that elfs have somthing about long hair. Like the longer your hair is the better or richer u are or smth. having short hair is bad basically. And I was thinking and I ended up think like when they interact with humans than would they prefer to talk to a woman.

Cause most men have short hair and those who have long hair tends to be...not well taken care of (from my experience) but most women have long hair and take good care of it (short or long like)

So now all I can think about is:

Elf: I want someone with long hair

Human man: oh uhm..the only once like that here are women

Elf: than get me a woman

Human man: oh no you don't want to talk to a woman there to-

Elf: nothing, get me a women, I want someone with long hair

*gets a women*

Human women: hi......I like your hair, what kind of conditioner do you use its so shiny

Elf: why thank you I actually use an old family recipe. But you ur curlys are perfect you must tell me about your routine

Human women: omg ok so I use-

[sobeksewerrat]

There's a particular genshin character you remind me of

Who

[beyond-the-kitchen]

Lyrics flow from miles’ fingers like they always do. Hes never had a problem with writing, words come easy, muisc even easier. He is an emotional person and his outlet just so happens to be something that helps pay the bills, quite well if he does say so himself.

There is a downside to this emotional truthfullness, a side that makes the writing painful. Sometimes he thinks hes too poignant for his own good. The lyrics are sometimes not thinly veiled metaphors, hints at half-truths, somtimes they are a genuine retelling of his life. places and people, the memories and perceptions that certain events and periods hold. He himself is a holder, every person he has met he cradles close to his heart, those he goes on to befriend, or on the rare chance romance, he locks inside and keeps warm. Helps them weather every storm they encounter, every curveball or extreme high he helps them manage. He has his favourites of course, everyone does - his mum, his friends from home, Alex.

Alex is of course the crux of his current emotional turmoil. As he so often is, Miles is not oblivious, not blindsided by his affection for the man. He knows Alex is difficult to pin down, hard to get a read on and often wears a different face every day of the week to protect himself from his harsh realities. Miles is accutely aware of all these qualities, and yet Alex is still the sweetest man he knows, still the most endearing. The source of his current heartbreak, yes, but undoubtedly the love of his life. And so the lyrics flow, freely and entirely heartfelt. 100% how Miles feels about Alex and his recent absence.

You're walking around, your head in the clouds You're acting as if you're Mr. Johnny know-it-all Mister come and watch me fall

You're feeling alive, a Jekyll and Hyde You're riding the tides and everybody's just doing fine Leading that double life

I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll wait right here, I'll see ya when I see ya

I hope to see you soon I hope to see you soon Ah, come on

You're dancing with death in a bulletproof vest There's no other way to say it, brother Better watch your step Before all goes west

The king and the queen, the milk in your tea The partner in crime you only ever found once in life Don't let it pass you by

I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll see ya when I see ya

I put myself on mute before I spill the beans Oh, not again 'Cause when you're dancing to your own beat You can be anything that you want Yes, I'm an executive that you can trust

I'll wait right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya

I'll wait right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll see ya when I see ya

I wouldn't wanna be ya I'll see ya when I see ya

[cosmic-ships]

Alright...

I want

Head massage

Forehead kisses

Snuggles

More head massages

My head feels like it wants to pop :c I want my f/o...💔