#my taste is immaculate in fact

[zephemeral]

Quick dump of my top three favorite HSR guys

[puckpocketed]

hilarious fallout in the replies/qrts of a proposed pld -> nurse trade. the usual armchair gm games except everyones playign hot potato with their wretched teams underperforming salary drains.no one wants them and i think thats beautiful <3 BUT my favourite part is how all the usual pld haters are coming out of the woodwork to begrudgingly be like . well. at least OUR failhorse has performed in the past and is slightly cheaper!!!

[artificial-ascension]

An important part of every trans person's journey is suddenly being hit with the fact that the vast majority of people of your gender are not cool queers with crazy fashion and hot fursona but in fact, mostly, uninteresting and sometimes assholish cishets.

[mars-ipan]

i am entering a point of good omens hyperfixation where i am actively starting to choke on the amount of content i am consuming but i Will Not Stop

[latrodectal]

i don’t know what it says about me that two of my immediate thoughts when it comes to a comfort movie are back to the future and spice world.

[hisartistsmuse]

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐌 ! 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟗 : 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐌 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟏 / 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

[octuscle]

Mano Cornuta

Felix was a snob, the epitome of an arrogant student: always perfectly dressed, his hair immaculate and always with a snide smile for anyone who didn't meet his high standards. The fact that his friends had persuaded him to go to a rock festival was nothing short of a miracle. But when they promised him that it would be “a cultural experience”, he let himself be persuaded - without realizing what he was getting himself into.

Even his arrival was a shock. Instead of a well-kept hotel, he was greeted by a muddy campsite full of noisy, beer-drinking people. “You don't seriously want me to spend the night here, do you?” he asked in horror, while his friends just laughed and threw his luggage on the ground. Felix said that he had read something about a glamping area. His friends threw him a can of beer and told him to enjoy it while it was cold. Soon it would only be lukewarm. Felix rolled his eyes. Loud music was blaring from the stages, blending into an infernal din here on the campsite. His buddies moved towards the main stage. A cover band from a group he didn't know was opening for another group he didn't know. The beer somehow tasted good. And the music wasn't bad at all…

The first morning was hell. Felix woke up in a musty tent, he had slept in his clothes from the day before. He was sweaty, his shoes were wet and mud-splattered and where the hell was his bag with his toiletry bag. “Guys, where are my clothes and where are the washrooms?” he asked into the tent, looking at himself in horror on the display of his cell phone. His friends, however, ignored him as they opened their first beer of the day with a loud “Cheers!”. “Your rucksack must be somewhere with the others,” said one of his friends, belching loudly. The others laughed. He found his weekender, took out his toothbrush and toothpaste and headed in the direction of the toilets. There would probably be a shower there, or at least a washbasin. On the way there, a group of pogo-dancing drunks bumped into him. His toothbrush was lying in the mud. At least a toilet to pee in, that would be something. At least a little bit of civilization. In theory. It felt like there were miles of queues in front of the porta-potties, and the same applied to the showers. The stench at the urinals was atrocious. At least Felix got his turn quickly. He had to pee so urgently. And then a cup of beer hit him. He just wanted to go home. When he got back to the tent, his buddies had turned the boombox all the way up. Someone handed him a beer. Well, he could stay another day…

Something had changed on the second morning. His hair was sticking up in all directions, his beard was beginning to stand out as an unwanted accessory, and he had thrown on an old band shirt that one of his friends had lent him out of sheer necessity. “Well, well, well! Our professor almost looks like a real rocker!” joked one of them. Felix rolled his eyes, but inwardly he began to give in. It was too exhausting to fight back. Besides, he needed to piss so badly. Two of his buddies stood in front of the tent and simply pissed in the mud. Felix simply joined them. Someone handed him a cigarette. Some kind of cigarette. Phew, he'd never smoked before in his whole life. It went well with the first beer of the day. He and the boys had a burping contest. And then it was off to the first act of the day. Well, actually it was the fourth or fifth act. They had overslept a bit. Never mind, they were just here to have fun

On the third day, Felix was unrecognizable. He was lying on his sweaty iso-mat. Loud music woke him up. The boys and the boombox. He woke up with a heavy hangover, the taste of sperm and cheap beer still on his tongue. His shirt stank of sweat, his jeans speckled with mud, and his beard had long since crossed the line between “casual” and “scruffy”. His eyes were still closed. He showed the devil horns. He reached for the open beer can next to him and took a deep swig. “Breakfast is ready!” he announced in an impressive burp.

His friends looked at him in disbelief. “Felix?” One of them sniffed theatrically. “You stink like a cougar in a cage!” Felix just shrugged his shoulders, stood pissing in front of the tent and grinned. “Then I fit in perfectly here.”

[fineline-b]

analyzing the lyrics for “long face” feat. lestat de lioncourt and realizing it’s a louis diss track (with love) is making me more unhinged by the second.

so we open with the gorgeous oooh oooh wah ahhh hypnotizing portion of this song that will stay in your head and where samuel thyne reid is also showing off his *cough* vocal talent.

next….

“why the long face? my pretty baby” — cause you know louis is a sad girlie but also so fucking beautiful and irresistible to lestat when they met he couldn’t possibly understand what louis would be sad about but also… he’s ready to comfort him ALWAYS.

“i got long fangs come appraise me” —lestat is talking about how he’s a vampire so come asess my value and also … fangs could be a metaphor for his pink pony so!

“bring your long stakes that doesn’t phase me” — lestat is saying you can talk shit about me louis and drive a stake through my heart but i still love you teehe.

“i’m an actor in my make up” — he’s saying i can play games too, louis.

“i’ll get fatter when we break up” —so he’s acknowledging the confidence issues he had over the 77 year break up and the break ups before which…. i don’t have the words to speak on otherwise i’ll die.

“why does it matter who i take up?” —he’s saying why does it matter who i sleep with in regardless to antoinette and it’s like love you king… but you’re crazy.

NEXT!

“another face, another year, another place, another tear, pick up the pace, rack up the fears, now we’re having fun.” — this is a little love letter to his cult (us) telling us to get amplified bitch it’s only the beginning

the instrumental break/oohing and ahhing just so immaculate tough cookie alex & larry really did that!

“i’m piano and you’re forte.” — so this lyric right here is what drove me feral because it has so many possible meanings and a few naughty innuendos. what im going to land on however is the fact that lestat is saying im piano because he can be used in whatever way louis wants to use him and he’s saying louis you’re forte (which means my strength) so he’s like idc what you say about me because you hold me together 🥹

“you’re allegro, i’m andante.” —THIS RIGHT HERE HAD ME ON MY KNEES. this is exposing their sex life in the best way because lestat is saying oh i’m your black tar heroin? ok noted and lemme match that because you’re allegro (which means energetic, fast, super active, loud) so basically he says i know you’re addicted to me because i was there. you’re wild in bed and you’re a screamer. he then says he’s andante (slow) because he likes to take his time and worship louis and really make love to him. BYE.

“we’re boléro, prostitué.” —and then he’s like just because i said we go slow sometimes first and foremost we’re freaks. we’re nasty and we’re unspeakable and well… thank you so much for those visuals queen de lioncourt.

“another taste, another year, another place, another tear, another chase, another sneer, without a trace, you disappear, pick up the pace, pack up the gear, gimme some face, a souvenir, here come the gays, here comes the fear, now we’re having fun.” — these bars are what’s going to give miss lioncourt her first grammy nominations because she is summarizing her relationship with louis and hopes for the future.

he’s also telling louis he’s giving him exactly what he wants. he’s chasing him. he knows louis is gonna sneer at him and be annoyed but come anyway. he’s saying you ghosted me after our reunion but im going on tour and you WILL be my rockstar girlfriend. you’ll kiss me (or the pink pony) before my shows as good luck. he’s saying we’re gonna be gay and proud, we’ll take over the world, cause the vampire apocalypse, scare bitches, and have fun. we own the night.

and finally for the song to end with lestat losing himself and moaning into the mic (coming, smirks) as he thinks about his chaotic plan to get louis back well… it’s just music to my ears. and i will listen to it again. and again. and again. and again.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ rating for you lestat

signed,

your loving groupie.

[cusackswhitehair]

// Disc: These are just some general hc’s I’ve collected in my brainmaze in course of a week or two, I’d love to hear other folk’s input! Please, I really want to talk about this rascal at once… I’ll also take requests I think because I’M BORED and would love to write anything Hoarder related❤️‍🩹 \\ *puts on tinfoil hat*

.☘︎ ݁˖ 🩹 Hoarder Alex General Headcanons 💢 .☘︎ ݁˖

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Alex isn’t very tall, this is something that he compensates with a much louder volume than average. It’s common knowledge by now that he fights a lot, but he has a much bigger mouth than he should. But if you want to tussle with the lack of muscle, go for it, he is very easy to rile up.

Alex has early symptoms of stress cardiomyopathy or stress induced heart failure, he has a hard time managing stress and it usually leads to him having a stroke or that he faints. So be patient with him and if you need to, help him out.

He has cleptomaniac tendencies. Alex has a hard time connecting with people because of his temperament, something which he feels bad for. So instead of talking to them, he steals things from people, almost as little souvenirs for his hoard. With that, he has some of Kane’s coins, a net from the Six Eyed People (take that suckers) and he even tried to take one of Shoryo’s babies. One day, he might have the gull to give them back…but not too soon.

Alex is obviously very stubborn, if he wants something to be his, he will have it. And it’s very hard to bargain with him too, not a great business partner.

He does smoke some quality tobacco time to time — to the Lonely Door’s residents great joy. He contributes quite a lot to the infamous smoke too, sorry Froggy.

Alex cannot swim for the life of him. Despite the obvious unswimmable nature of the Lonely Door’s waters — one of which he loves to bring up as a point on why he doesn’t even try, but in tamer waters, he’s just as gawky, but you could never catch him in such a situation. He only knows to doggy paddle (poorly).

He’s had to wear an ankle monitor for quite a while, probably for trespassing while acquiring a brand new trinket. It was really itchy.

He lives in the ship theatre’s secret room which he marked as his, trashing the place with his junk treasures. The place isn’t under his name, he just found it and deemed it his, it was comfortable enough for his immaculate taste.

Despite his reprehensible behavior, he was taught to treat the elderly with respect, he would help them walk to the other side of the road and yell at drivers to back THE FUCK up.

He is quite chunky, the hoarder lifestyle does come with a few shortcomings. His tail is the most evident victim of this fact, a plump, chunk of a tail which he wags around if he feel himself or his hoard threatened (happens a lot belive it or not) or when he finds something new to his collection. If you find yourself having a chat with him and see him wag his tail around while staring at one of your belongings, beware and clutch that bitch harder.

Alex is compulsive, we all know that after the grave robbing incidents. He grew up poor and used to grab onto any tiny trinket he could buy or find, atributing great sentimental value to them. This later grew into an obsession, he never throws out anything.

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I love you, you angry italian freak VIVA ITALIA AAAAAAAAAAAAARGRHRHGG🇮🇹🇮🇹🇮🇹🇮🇹💥💥💥💥

[thisismeracing]

Sunshine | CL16

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x earthy!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, it’s not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI!

Summary: In which Charles starts dating an earthy/spiritual girl who just loves nature and good energy.

A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

A/n2: Based on this request.

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sunshineyn

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sunshineyn ☀️

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charlesandyn I love how nothing is coded, she's just kind and wants to send cute messages to people, it feels nice to be on this fandom for once

⤷ sainztires no but even when charles DNF he has a different semblance now, it's like he's bummed, but he does not let it get to him the way it did

⤷ lecactus yeah and he's doing way better ever since he started dating her (idc if the car is different, let me think that she actually helped him focus his energy and manifest good stuff)

swiftierussell Green is now my favorite color 👍

tifosigetawaycar even her username is all earthy and cute, I wanna be her friend so baddddd 😩

sunshinelewis I love how suddenly the whole fandom is following her handle, sunshine + name

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc off season 🌳🌊🥗💙

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leclercircus sharls, whose draw is that? it looks fantastic

⤷ charles_leclerc it's yn's 🤍

⤷ monzabc omg he actually answered!!!!!

badgirlf1 No, but I won't ever forget when during Charles' live stream Yn said "Also, you're not a tree, you can move" when talking about letting go of some stuff, I laughed but I also got the message. 😅🤣

sunshineyn Thank you for sharing life with me 💚

⤷ charles_leclerc thank YOU for accepting me as I am

⤷ lovemerc so what if they say they love you, do they say "thank you for sharing life with me"? cuz that feels deeper

youreinlove God, I've seen what you did for others 🧎🏻‍♀️

schumicedes The fact that the dump starts with her and she's the center of everything? true love, I want it

pierregaslight thank you for sharing your love with us, it's heartwarming seeing you two interact 🥹💛

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fortyfourlaps Life is good indeed, I'm being fed with content all week 😌😌

paddockandpucks Yn music taste is immaculate!

sunshineyn Life is amazing with you, love

⤷ charles_leclerc je t'aime, chérie 😘

lilyhme You're glowing, Yn! So so pretty as usual 💖🌸✨

taglist: @sachaa-ff @mickslover @formulakay3 @mishaandthebrits @iloveyou3000morgan @crimeshowjunkie @fdl305 @saintslewis

[d1s1ntegrated]

First of all, your writing is immaculate, chefs kiss 😘. I love how you write shigaraki. Anywaysss, is it possible you could make some HC about what he does with your bras/panties.

Weird ik but there’s something about an obsessed shigaraki masturbating into a pair of panties that just does it for me. If you don’t wanna do it that’s okay tho

👁️👅👁️

ouuuuuuu yes. my fuckkkk he's such a freak! need that man so bad.

nsfw!! freak!shigaraki x reader (stealing "clothes" edition)

tomura is a fucking kinky freak, we already know this

but his obsession with stealing your clothes has gotten a little out of hand.

at first it was a few shirts here and there but then he got bolder.

underwear and bras started going missing

even socks sometimes.

he likes to hoard them like a dragon with gems, shoving the dirty laundry into his pillowcase to hide them.

but at night he takes them all out and obsesses over them.

he lays them all out in neat little piles before picking which one is getting shoved in his mouth and which one is getting came on.

his favorite pair, the little purple thong, is just so fucking soft.

he likes to rub his throbbing dick along the fabric, feeling his precum mixing onto and re-wetting the crotch of your underwear.

the other pair, he sniffs and moans against the scent- this pair, you definitely were ovulating, because it smells so much stronger.

he doesn't mind if some pairs are blood-stained- in fact, he likes that shit. no, scratch that, he loves that shit.

god, it's like christmas when you start your period. he likes the smell of blood on its own, but for some sickening reason, the taste of yours drives him to cum so fucking fast it's pitiful.

don't get me started on the bras. he likes to shove his face into those as well, smelling the faint scent of your perfume, and imagining how soft your tits felt against the fabric.

sometimes he puts the bra over one of his pillows and just gropes them, pretending it's you.

his soft moans can be heard through the thin walls of the base but honestly, you don't mind.

you know fully what he's doing in there, teasing his rock-hard dick with various fabrics: silk, lace, cotton, nylon...

he pants and whimpers just loud enough for you to hear him until he takes a pair and shoves it in his mouth to stifle the noises he makes as his dick leaks onto all of the other pretty little pairs of underwear.

once he's spent, sweating and drooling, overall just a shattered mess of a man, he puts all of the abused clothing back into his pillowcase, smelling you mixed with his cum all night as he cuddles the pillow.

when they're all doubly soiled, he throws them into the washer with his clothes and suddenly, the 14 missing pairs are folded nice and neatly in your drawer, ready to be worn again.

you'd never tell him, but you leave your door unlocked and your dirty laundry easily accessible, because nothing beats the sound of him rubbing his dick raw every night to you.

[dragon-watcher03]

Hey, could you do headcanons for either scorpion or subzero being absolutely down BAD for reader? KSKSKS i keep trying to think about how Bi-Han would try to hide how pathetically in love he is.

Why not both?

Mk1 x Reader Headcannons

Ft. Scorpion and Sub-zero

Note: love this ask-

Scorpion/Kuai Liang

He accepts the fact that he's totally obsessed with you, unlike his brother.

His heart races when he's around you, the temp of the room raises, and you might even see a fire in his eyes while he looks at you.

He also really likes holding your hips with both his hands while yours rest on his chest, and often he will start swaying you both side to side, even when there is no music. And he'll just stare into your eyes the entire time.

The kisses he gives are immaculate. They are slow and sensual yet passionate and heated. His hands are both holding the sides of your head when you kiss, pulling you deeper into it.

He does get jealous of some men around you, but he tries his best to hide it. However, he doesn't try to hide it from the men hitting on you,as he'll usually glare at them and light his fist on fire to give them a warning.

He loves staring at you as well. Not in a creepy way, in a "I can't take my eyes off you" kinda way. You're just so beautiful and gorgeous to him, how could he not?

When you're training or in a fight, he is either cheering you on in the background or fighting beside you and asking if you're okay. After that he's usually the one with the most wounds so you are the one to patch him up, which gives him more time to look at you with adoration.

Sub-zero

He is in denial. He refuses to believe he is even capable of falling in love.

But yet he always feels so warm when he's around you inside his chest. Not in a bad way either, he finds it quite comforting actually given he mostly feels cold all the time.

He doesn't stare at you that much because he's afraid he'll get caught. The only time he does it is when he knows no one is there other than just you two. And in those moments, he memorizes every single part of you without even realising.

After a few years, he'll finally start to accept the fact that he loves you more than life itself. Because you are his life, the only thing able to break the walls he built around his icy heart. And he'd let you.

His kisses are more soft and passionate, like he's afraid if he goes too much into it, he might break himself. And if you decide that you want more of him, then you've basically sent him to heaven. He absolutely loves the way your lips taste and feel.

He likes hugging you from behind, so you can't see the blush on his face. Sometimes he'll sway you both back and forth but not always. He'll often give you soft kisses on your neck and cheeks and maybe even your ears.

If you ever get hurt, even if you bonk your knee on a desk or sm, he'll freeze his hand and place it where the bruise is. He isn't using it as an excuse to touch you or anything. He just cares about your health. Yes, that's why.

[nyctoaerah]

AERAH, I BEG OF YOUUU, I SAW YOUR POST ON QUOTEV, PLEASE, PLEASE, ATLEAST A SNEAK PEAK OF THE UPCOMING FIC? OR THE ONE WHERE YOU SAID ON YOUR IG THAT YOU'RE POSTING A ONESHOT ABT GETO! PLS PLS, ANY OF THAT, JUST A SNEAK PEAK, I BEG YOUU, I'M GETTING SO FANFIC DEPRIVED AND I'M SUCH A WHORE FOR YOUR IMMACULATE WRITING 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋

“ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 ”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Satoru’s sister started to have an unusual cravings for blood after managing to tame habakiri, and Suguru is there to help her.

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: vampirism (lmfao), sexual stuff, cannibalism (habakiri), blood

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo’s Sister! Reader

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: just a sneakpeek cause i still haven't written the chapter 11 of idiosyncrasies, and this oneshot is in between the timeline of chapter 14-15 and it's a smut one at that LMAO💀 so i probs won't upload it until i finish chapter 14 of idiosyncrasies pookie. And HELP, the new fic i was talking about on quotev is devil in disguise, and i already posted it on tumblr but not in quotev HAHHA. Also, this might be confusing if you guys haven't read the chapter 9 of idiosyncrasies/haven't read idiosyncrasies. I SWEAR, I’LL DO THE OTHER REQS SOON.😭 I just did this one ‘cause i’ve already wrote some of it. Also, hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

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The crimson rivulets of his blood trickles down your chin, the exquisite taste of the sanguine liquid staining your lips. Your teeth bore small smudges of red, smearing them like fallen blood on freshly fallen snow.

Using his unoccupied hand, he cradled your chin, his thumb and middle finger. His forefinger to brushed away the residual droplets of blood on the curve of your lips and wiped them away from your chin too.

“Never thought that you had such an appetite for blood...” he murmured, sensing your touch descending down from his shoulders and going southward on his abdomen. Your fingers sought purchase on his firm abdominal muscles.

“I have an idea as to why you have it though...”

“It’s because you’re habakiri’s owner, isn’t it?” Suguru murmurs, the memory of how you had managed to subdue the bloodthirsty sword, to make it submit to your will without it killing you still lingers in his mind. But perhaps, in doing so, you had inadvertently sated its voracious appetite, if only momentarily.

Your body tenses imperceptibly at his observation, and he responds with a knowing smile, his touch gentle against your skin.

“There’s no shame in it, you know?” he reassures in a hushed tone, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip, coaxing it to part slightly.

“And why is that so?”

Curiosity colors your words as you inquire.

“You two share the same traits, that ensures that it won’t eat you, after all, it won’t turn on his master.” he muses with a faint hum, his gaze unwavering.

“Furthermore,” he interjects with a teasing tone,

“It makes you look like a vampire...” He says.

“And.. fuck, it might seem weird but vampires are sexy in my point of view.” He confessed, a laugh bubbling on his throat.

“Hm? ‘s that so?” You asked hesitantly.

“Doesn’t it scare you?”

“Nope, Your predilection doesn’t scare me in the slightest,” he whispered softly, nibbling pensively at his lower lip as his gaze remained fixed upon you.

“In fact, I found it rather... alluring,” he admitted in a low voice.

“Do you truly not mind, then?” you inquired, though his assurance had already been vocalized.

“I don’t.”

“You don’t?...” You questioned, your voice wavering in uncertainty.

“You’re too pure for your own well, Geto,” you sighed, shaking your head disapprovingly. 

The unexpected reaction that Suguru received was far from the jubilation he had expected.

Is the pessimistic trait a common trait inherited on the Gojo clan?

Suguru thought, he wanted to release an exasperated groan; you were single-handedly sabotaging the moment once again. Though he cherished your idiosyncrasies, he longed for you to simply revel in the present moment.

Just as he prepared to interject, your hand abandoned its place on his abdomen, navigating its way to his cheek, tenderly caressing the contours of his face. Once again, your mixed signals were a labyrinth he struggled to navigate. 

“You’re seriously letting a bloodthirsty woman in your bed, Geto?”

Your brows furrowed in a contemplative manner, your delicate fingers caressing his cheek as you tip your head to the side, a look of utter confusion etched upon your features.

“Suguru,”

he implores softly.

“Call me Suguru,” he insists, clasping your hand tenderly and drawing it nearer to his warm cheek.

“Suguru,” you repeat in a gentle whisper, the syllables of his name effortlessly gliding off your tongue.

A contented smile graces his lips as he nods in approval.

“That's it,” he affirms with a quiet hum of satisfaction.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, Suguru..”

You venture forth with your query, your voice barely above a murmur, as his gaze meets yours.

“Ah, about that?”

He inquired, a single eyebrow arching in intrigue as he watched your hand slipping away from his,  The warmth of your touch lingered on his cheek before your fingers finding their way to the bulb of muscle at the neck base, caressing it softly, before your hand pressed onto the twin punctures that you left on his neck.

“I would.” He breathed out sincerely.

“doesn't matter if you're a monster or not...” he whispered.

“I don't mind having a monster in my bed if it’s you,”

Your expression softened at his words before a sharp yelp escaped your lips as he firmly seized your hips, deftly maneuvering to shift his weight and flipping your positions easily so that he’s the one on top of you now.

Your breath caught in your throat, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you sank into the softness of the pillow, your silken tresses sprawling across the expanse of the mattress, you could basically feel the rapid drumming of your heart within your ribcage.

“Want you so bad...” he whispered.

A shiver ran through you, your gaze fixated on his form as he leaned in, lips parted, his teeth grazing his lower lip with a fervor that drew forth an errant droplet of crimson, tracing a path down his chin.

Your pupils dilated at the sight, fingers twitching.

“Suguru...” The word fell from your lips, the syllables laced with a hint of restraint.

“You started it...” he mumbled, brows twitching as he looked at you.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this..” He says in a low voice.

“What were you even thinking?... Climbing onto my lap, biting me, kissing me.. tasting me without thinking that there’s no consequences to that...”

His fingers threaded through the strands of your hair, a gentle tug coaxing you even closer until your lips were mere inches apart. 

“So, come now,” he murmured, a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips as his onyx colored eyes bore into you.

“Finish what you started, Angel.”

[linomilkers]

part 2 of the Minho/Felix/Reader threesome! Let me know if you want more!!

part 1

[warnings: oral (male receiving), kissing, use of the nickname 'Puppy', Felix and Reader being whores (endearing)]

ii.

Y/N and Felix are both filthy.

Minho had always known they were to some extent, from late night conversations and a few too many glasses of wine. It was one thing to hear about their perverted thoughts and lewd desires, and it was another thing to witness it -- to be apart of it. All it took was him agreeing for them to jump into it; there was no slow build up. The last few months with them had been the slow build up, when Minho thinks about it, every flirty comment and caress and short skirt or low riding sweatpants leading to this moment.

They both keep kissing him like they'll wither away if they don't; like the inside of his mouth has something to keep them alive. It's messy and wet, Y/N sucks on his tongue while Felix kisses down his throat, and Minho's cock throbs in his pants almost painfully. Their hands are everywhere on him, and they feel so similar to each other that he has trouble telling who is where. The only thing that even kind of helps him differentiate who is who was that Y/N dances with more feather light touches, skimming along spots that tickle while Felix was more firm, going for his nipples, the space above his waistband.

When Y/N needs a break to breathe, Felix replaces her, their tongues pressing together for a moment when they switch spots (Minho sees it, he has to close his eyes immediately after so he doesn't cum). She kisses Minho's cheeks, down the opposite side of his neck Felix was preoccupied with. In between sponging her lips to his throat, she murmured, "We wanna taste you," her hands pushed the hem of his shirt further up his chest, revealing his torso -- normally Minho is hesitant about letting others see his bare stomach and chest but he couldn't even focus enough to worry about it, "Can we? Wanna feel you in my mouth."

Felix parts so Minho could answer. He's blinking fast, like he's trying to make sure the image of them won't blur and fade away into the afterthought of an immaculate daydream. He nods and Y/N smiles wide, like he just told her he had a gift for her, and she wastes no time peppering kisses down his chest. Felix titters, low and warm, his voice sounds so much deeper like this, "Thank god," he drags his fingers through Minho's hair, threading through the strands, "If you'd denied her this, she probably would have cried."

"Shut up," she grumbled, her lips moving against his skin, "You want to just as bad." There's no heat behind their banter -- it's playful and practiced in a way that tells Minho they've done this before and it makes something burn in his chest. He'd never claimed not to be a jealous person, and the fact that someone else. . .potentially multiple people. . .have gotten to experience this in the way he is. . . .he has no right to be jealous but he is.

He definitely felt something for them, he could admit as much. What that something is he doesn't know, and he's never cared to explore it, but what he does know is that he feels comfortable with them. More comfortable than he's felt with many people, and he's let them in on aspects of his life that even his closest friends aren't privy to. One day he should probably dive into it, figure himself out.

One day, but not today. Today, he's going to enjoy this for all it's worth.

Y/N undoes his belt with deft fingers and wiggles the jeans down as Felix slips down to the space beside her -- he presses Minho's legs open further to accommodate the both of them more readily. The sight of them both between his thighs is enough to make his cock twitch again, throbbing hard in his briefs. They see it; Y/N coos excitedly, smiling wide when she leans in and noses at the bulge, "So cute," she murmured, while Felix drags his top row of teeth along Minho's thigh. Her tongue lulls from her mouth, the broad of it strokes along the fabric stretched over his erection and Minho gasps "Ahh, I wanna make you cum so badly."

Felix giggles, warm and low, and the hand he isn't using to grip Minho's calf reaches up to pet at Y/N's head, "She's kind of messy, Hyung," he warned blithely, "Acts like an overexcited puppy. If she's being too much you can scold her like one too, she likes that."

She whines but doesn't deny it, fingers snaking in the waistband of his underwear and pulling it down. Minho's cock rises, unrestricted by the fabric and she waits all of three seconds before opening her mouth wide and taking the tip between her lips. With a gasp, Minho's hips twitch, shoving him a little further inside and Y/N accepts it graciously, even when he gives a breathless sorry for the sudden movement. "You don't have to apologize," Felix supplies, slotting his fingers into her hair and gripping at the root, "She likes when you're a little mean. A disgusting little puppy, isn't she?"

Minho is gathering that Y/N likes the humiliation of it, or at least he hopes so, because Felix is hitting kind of hard with it. She doesn't confirm or deny whether she's into it or not because she's slurping and sucking him down like she was made for it. Felix combs his fingers through Minho's hair, brushing it back from his face -- he'd let it grow longer than he usually would. That may or may not be because when he said he was going to get it cut they both pouted at him and begged him not to, and he's nothing if not a sucker for a pretty face pleading with him.

"Lix," Y/N whines from between his thighs, her mouth just barely ghosting over the tip and when Felix hums in response, she huffs through her nose, "Come help me, he's too big to handle all by myself."

She's playing it up, sure -- Minho isn't small, but he isn't so huge that she couldn't handle him alone. Still, the words make his cock throb hard because he's only a man and the thought of someone thinking he was too big for anything sent him in a tizzy. Precum oozes from the tip, and Y/N licks it away just as fast.

Felix, chuckling, lowered from his spot half way on top of Minho and halfway on the couch. He slips down to the floor and squeezes beside Y/N in between Minho's legs. Minho has to close his eyes tight, his head tilting back as he took a slow, shaky breath, "Heyyyy," Y/N dug her nails into his thigh, "Watch us."

"I can't," he swallowed thickly, "I'll fucking cum immediately if I do."

"But --"

"Be nice Y/N," Minho can feel Felix's breath wash over his cock, and he twitches hard because of it, "Hm? Don't you want to be nice to our Minnie?"

It's so interesting, Minho thinks, how vastly their dynamic changes when this is the context. Y/N is normally the one guiding Felix but he does so with such efficiency right now, you would think it was like this all of the time. She listens to him too, easily, shown in the way that she stops whining and instead traces her tongue over the spot on his thigh where he knew her nails had left little claw marks. Like an unspoken apology, and Minho reaches out blindly, finding her head and stroking her hair, his silent, It's okay.

At first he isn't sure who licks him first, their tongue soft and flat, confidently sliding from the base to the tip. Then Y/N outs that it was Felix, a soft murmur of, "Is it good?"

"Mm," he feels a hand around the base, small, gentle, tilting it toward her, "Why don't you see for yourself?"

Y/N isn't hesitant, pulling the head of his cock between her lips with zero preamble and both she and Minho moan in tandem. She doesn't pull away, instead her tongue lulls around the tip like she's trying desperately to taste all of him. Minho does finally peek his eye open, because he has to -- when she's making noises like the one's she's making, he needs to see what she's doing, and god, it's filthy.

She's got just the head tucked into her mouth but she's not hovered over his lap in a way that obscure his view. No, Minho can see quite clearly how her lips encase just the tip, and how her eyes flutter closed when she experimentally suckles, drawing more precum into her velvety mouth. Her face is soft, her features scream nothing but content.

Felix still sits beside her, his gaze fond, his hand -- the one not on Minho's hip, is petting idly at the back of her head, down toward her nape, "You're being greedy, pup," he chided, "You want it all to yourself, hm? Want his cum to fill your filthy mouth?" She nodded, whining a pitiful sound, "And what about me?"

As if he'd just reminded her, her eyes flutter open and she opens her mouth, pulling away from Minho's cock. Spit and his juices cling to her lips, thin, web-like trails that bow and snap between them and her fucked out gaze lands on Minho for a moment before she pouted and looked at the brunette beside her, "Sorry Lix," she murmured, then opens her mouth obediently, despite Felix having said nothing.

Turned out he didn't have to, because apparently this is just a thing they did. Felix leans in and licks into her mouth, like he's tasting Minho off of her tongue. He sucks on it and her bottom lip, the hand on her nape firm, his fingers curled into her hair but Minho thinks that he probably wouldn't need to keep her still, she would have stayed put all by herself.

His cock twitches at the sight before him, another pearl beads up at the tip and trickles down the head like a tear, sad at being forgotten. Of course he doesn't have to worry about that with the two sluttiest (he says it endearingly) people he's ever met sat between his legs. Felix guides her over toward Minho, their lips still attached, and they stay attached, even when he's in between.

The head of his dick is between their lips as they kiss, and he throbs so violently he thinks it was probably felt through the whole block like a shift in the ground. They're soft, and filthy, and it's so wet as they pass him back and forth, slurping him up, then licking over each other's tongues, and someone's hands slide down to play with his balls, that are slick now, from all the spit dripping down his shaft. Minho is surprised by how long he'd lasted up to that point, but all it takes is for both of them to moan softly, like this alone was all they needed to get off, before he's cumming.

It was intense -- probably the most intense orgasm he thinks he's ever had in his life. His toes curl and his back arches and the first ribbon spurts from the tip between, high into the air. Y/N makes a sad noise, the same sound she makes if she drops part of her snack on the ground, and fixes her lips around him to catch the subsequent shots. But it seems like Felix had taught her a lesson in sharing because she doesn't keep it to herself, she opens her mouth and lets him lick it out of her, and jesus christ his cock doesn't show any signs of flagging. Not after he's finished cumming, the last bits of it drooling over the tip while they swallow and turn their attention back to him.

Both of their lips are swollen and red as they kiss up his torso, carefully avoiding is sensitive, still twitching erection. Y/N's fingers curl up in the fabric at the front of his shirt, and Felix sinks his hand into Minho's hair now, guiding him into a kiss. This time, Y/N patiently waits for her turn instead of whining -- she sponges kisses on his neck, against his drumming pulse, then up his jaw, and peckish, more tender kisses against his reddened ear and his cheeks.

Minho is overwhelmed in the best of ways, with Felix's tongue in his mouth and Y/N's lips all over him. Their hands smooth all over his chest, thumbing over his nipples, dragging their nails carefully over his hips, his stomach. They're delicate and soft and gentle. He moans -- he's usually not that vocal, but it's hard to keep himself quiet with how good this feels.

Whenever Felix parts from him, Minho gets one second to suck in a breath before Y/N's mouth replaces his. Y/N is more urgent now, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, "Be careful with him," Felix murmured tenderly, and Y/N listens, her movements a little softer. Minho shivers when she parts her lips for him, lets him slip his tongue inside and lick the taste of himself.

When she finally backs away, Minho is sucking in lungfuls of breath, trembling. Felix coaxes Y/N over to his side of the sofa, and she carefully crawls over Minho's lap to get to him. She leans back against him, her back pressed to his torso, but she's sunk a little lower so her head is resting against his shoulder. Felix rolls the hem of her dress up over her hips, takes her thighs in both of his hands and pulls them both up, spreading her out and slipping them between the pits of her knees, "Look how messy her pussy is for you, Hyung," he murmured, and Minho really didn't need the direction, because he was already staring. The fabric was cotton and soaked through, he could see the outline of her puffy pussy right through it. His mouth watered and he blinked rapidly, biting on his bottom lip so hard he's surprised he doesn't chew right through it.

"Does your pussy always get this wet?" Minho inquired, but before Y/N could answer, Felix answers for her.

"Only when I bring you up," he pressed his cheek to the top of her head, smiling, "She thinks you're dreamy, don't you Puppy?"

"Mhm," Y/N agreed, "Will you -- will you fuck me please Min? I promise I feel good, Lixie always says I do."

Minho thinks, maybe he should play into it. He's usually much better equipped with a sharp, filthy tongue when it comes to sex but they had thrown him so completely off guard he'd lost his usual bluster and finesse. But he clicks his tongue, places his hands just below Felix's and lets his nails dig into the flesh of her thighs, "Is that right?"

"Yes, Hyung," his cheek is still pressed against her head, and the both of them are looking at him with such fuck me eyes that Minho could explode, "A warm, tight, wet hug -- she squirts too."

He trembled, scooting closer.

"I guess I'll have to feel for myself then."

[hiiikiko]

IF THATS THE CASE … would u write ellie x hikikomori reader

𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕩 𝕙𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕜𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ellie w. x reader | tlou m.list

[a/n] AHHHH I LOVE THIS PROMPT SM !! (speakin as a former hikikomori <now forced to work a 9-5>) also im doin this heavily based off me bc my room is literally like the ones in the pics lolz n there’s not many other known moris that aren’t minors n i dont feel comfy roping them in 0__0 idk if this is good bc it was so hard to come up with anything lolz

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ as a hikikomori, you rarely ever left your apartment, too anxious to face the chaotic world outside but on this particular day, you were craving some strawberry shortcake from a nearby bakery; so you put on a brave face and stepped outside for the first time in awhile

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ on the way to the bakery, you passed a comic shop and decided to take a peak because it seemed to be empty, and the only worker looked too engrossed in their comic

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the comic shop was very neat! they even had the exact comic you were looking for so you snatched it up and made your way to the register

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ as soon as you placed the comic on the counter, green eyes peaked over a spiderman comic which a very pretty auburnette was reading, your face was covered in a blush as she began to scan the book and make small talk, but unfortunately you were too shy to talk

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ for days after, she would pop into your mind, the way she looked at you over the comic made you smile

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ so, you made plans to come again the next day.. then the day after that.. then day after that.. then-

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ soon, you and ellie became aquatinted, she even knew your favourite series but you had yet to know anything about her

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ finally, one day you had the courage to ask her what her favourite series was, ellie leaned over the counter, a smirk on her face as she said “Ah, i’m a bit busy right now but.. why don’t i tell you later, hm?” your soul left your body when you saw she had written her number on a sticky note tucked into your comic (little did you know that she had written that weeks ago and finally worked up the courage to give it to the pretty girl with immaculate taste in comics)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ soon, you and ellie were chatting everyday

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you even got her into manga lol

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ even though you weren’t keen on sending photos, ellie would constantly send videos/photos of her at school, or work, out hiking, gym pics, and more (she also sends you haul videos of what she bought at the comic store and would tell you that she saved a comic for you)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ BUT when you did work up the courage to send pics (usually leaving out full body pics or face pics) she would go completely crazy and bombard you with compliments, making you kick your feet and blush

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you decide to invite ellie over to play a game, you clean up because now you finally have motivation, ellie looks almost out of place in your room that’s filled with pink things and little figurines, she doesn’t mind it, as a matter of fact she thinks it’s cute and she loves how many comfortable things you have, your whole room is like one big pillow

⋆. 𐙚 ˚the two of you have a great time, ellie ends up spending the night which you don’t mind, it’s been awhile since you’ve had company

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the next morning, you wake up and can’t find ellie anywhere but when you walk into the kitchen you see a little box with a note on it that reads ‘had to go to work, picked up a cake for you <3’

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ there’s no official start to your relationship, instead ellie ends up staying over days at a time, buying you comics and games, taking you out on dates, so the two of you had somehow became a ‘thing’

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ellie even has a highlight full of pics of you (only if you’re comfy with it) and of your dates

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when you finally open up to her about how you struggle with going outside and being around other people, she’ll try her best to understand

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ after you tell her, she’ll still plan outside dates but will also make sure the two of you have at home dates, mainly playing video games and watching movies

⋆. 𐙚 ˚she’ll also listen to whatever you’re struggling with

⋆. 𐙚 ˚she’ll accommodate you but she will NOT coddle you because she wants you to get better and treating you like a child won’t help, somedays she’ll drag you outside to go on a little walk or take you over to her place instead

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she does get frustrated at times because she wants to show you off and take you out but it’s so fuckin frustratin how often you say no, during these times she’ll sometimes lash out or go for a walk but then apologize as soon as she gets back and try her best to communicate what’s going on

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this does prompt you to try harder so when ellie does take you out, she’ll check up on you every couple of minutes just to make sure she’s not making you feel bad

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she’ll encourage you to get a better sleep schedule and a healthier diet, even going as far to come over and cook for you or bring leftovers from whatever joel made

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she’s very nervous to touch you, her hands practically hovering over you because she’s not sure if this is okay (even if you’re practically throwing yourself at her, she’ll still be nervous and awkward about it)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when she does realize you’re not a porcelain doll, she can’t get enough of you, she’s been so nervous to touch you for so long that when she realizes that she can, she goes feral, her hands roaming all over your body

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she punches your stuffed animals when you’re not in the room

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ if ellie’s in a band, she’ll invite you to gigs and at first you’re scared and frequently decline but when you finally do show up, ellie puts on the best show she ever has just to impress you ♡

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ overall, she loves that your geek matches hers and she wants you to get better, so she’d try her best to help in whatever way she can

[daydreaming-in-letters]

This picture makes me think some not so holy things so….do with that what you will.

Oh, I did! But don't come for my head. Remember it was you who made me do this...

warnings: pure smut; slight dom vibes, more like service top though (come on, he is a sweetheart after all); penetration/riding; and a smidge of soft fluff

 “Come here, baby.”

Oh god, yes! You had been waiting for him to utter the redeeming words all day. But what better situation could he have chosen than this very moment? He looked so tempting, downright sinful even though he was just sitting there, looking at you. But you knew him long enough to know that he was doing far more than that. He was undressing you with his eyes, letting them glide all the way up and down your body. You could feel them as if they were his hands, gentle and yet demanding, hungry for your flesh. Still his hands did not move a single inch, not even a twitch, nothing. They just rested against his stomach, firmly crossed as if he was somehow angry with you. 

He was not, though. The only thing he might have been angry about was the fact that he had denied himself this treat all day. And if he was not, you would make sure he would be in a few moments, when you were finished with him. 

The most agonising by a mile however were his legs, spread so far apart his jeans were doing the lord’s work by not ripping in two. You would not have minded if they did, it would certainly make things a lot easier for you. 

Especially now, as you were standing so close. He still did not move, he was just looking up at you from underneath those impossibly long lashes. Yet his gaze was enough to make your impatience spiral out of control, head dizzy with want for him, for his dick to be buried deep inside, hips rolling, grinding.

“I’m here, Andy. What now?”

The faintest of smiles flitted across his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and he basked in every single second of your torment. 

“Let me see you.”

The way he told you what he wanted without actually telling you made you shiver. And even if you had felt the need to disobey, there was no way you could have. And so you did as he had ordered. 

Starting with your shirt, you pulled it up above your head and you hated the blink of an eye that it created an opaque barrier between you and him. You would have given everything to see his face, to watch him devour you with his eyes, observe the moment his mouth might haven fallen open the tiniest bit, just to be closed in a hurry as soon as he noticed his slip. But as he came into view again, he was just his demure, unfazed self. He probably had been the entire time, his ravenous appetite nothing but wishful thinking, a mirror of your own craving for him. 

Next came your trousers. Eager fingers made short work of the buttons, and it only took a quick push to let the cotton cascade down your legs where it collected in a pool around your ankles. It had been so smooth, so sexy, if you dared compliment yourself for your actions. 

Still his face remained unmoved, carved in stone like the features of a greek statue. For a moment you doubted that there was any life left inside him at all, when suddenly he held out his hand. You were quick to take it, unsuspecting as you were, driven by the heat between your thighs that needed to be dealt with, and he had counted on that. 

For as soon as you had mounted him, his immaculate masquerade came to an abrupt end. Too fast for the eyes to follow, he pulled you closer, his hands were all over you, digging into your flesh, touching, kneading, claiming, and so was his mouth. He was tasting you at first, kissing, licking, letting his tongue glide along your breasts. Whatever little patch of skin your bra allowed, it was his, and he left no doubt about how fervently he enjoyed to exercise his property rights.

He hummed against your skin as he finally pulled the straps from your shoulders, his mouth finding your erect nipples the second they were laid bare. He had always known how to make you sing, and this time was no exception to that law of nature. Head falling back as he sucked your sensitive flesh in deeper, you keened, your hips moving on their own accord, rolling against his and he answered with another low hum, the vibration only adding to your agony. 

“Andy,” you whispered, at this point not caring in the least that his name fell from your lips in a needy plea. He would have made you beg anyway, so why not shorten your torment a little? “I need you.”

You did not wait for his permission, your fingers already busy with his belt. And he did not protest, not even when you were making short process of his button and zipper. He even lifted his hips, one hand letting go off you to help shimmy down the dark cotton far enough to free himself. 

You could feel him, hot and heavy, resting against your sex. The only thing that stood between you and him now was a thoroughly soaked piece of fabric. His eyes were glued to your fingers as he watched them pull it aside. His mouth fell open in a soft gasp and you could not help but smile as you realised his ravenous appetite had not just been wishful thinking at all. He wanted you, now, more than anything, so much that his eyes rolled back before they fell closed, the most sinful of sounds falling from his lips as you slowly sank down on him. 

You allowed him a moment to compose himself. In truth, you needed that moment just as much as he did, letting him stretch those velvety walls until they were the perfect fit. And when you finally moved, his eyes snapped open again. They were locked on to yours, never to let go. And so were yours. You loved when he did that, it made you go feral, to a point that you feared you might lose your mind. In the desperate need to ground yourself, you needed to hold on to something. And so you let your fingers dive into his hair, grabbing two fists full of those lush curls as you kept on riding him. 

His answer came promptly, vigorous fingers digging into your behind with a hiss. To guide you, make your hips roll over his at an unholy pace, faster, deeper, until you were both moaning and panting in unison. A punishment, the sweetest kind, yours as much as his. And you wished it would never end.

Neither did he. It was clear from the furrowed brows, the despair in his eyes, signalling that he was fighting with all his might against the inevitable. Allowing you more time to catch up, to take what you needed so you could take the final leap together. 

And soon you felt it, the familiar knot building deep inside of you, walls clenching down on him to feel more, to feel everything of him. Every ridge and every vein, every last inch. 

No words were needed to bring him his salvation, a mere nod would suffice. He let go of you, just for a second, his hands gliding along your middle, then your back, all the way up to hook around your shoulders and pull you down to bury himself an impossible notch deeper. 

You screamed in pleasure against the backdrop of his strained moan, reminding you both of the existence of each others mouths, and like magnets you gravitated, following that invisible pull, catering to that most basic of needs. 

Your bodies still hummed in the waves of pleasure that reverberated deep inside. You could not let go, not yet, securing him against you just as much as he secured you against him, his head resting in the valley of your breasts, puffs of hot air covering them in goosebumps. His hair had never felt softer against your cheek, and you smiled as the three little words came mumbled just as softly against your skin. Right next to your heart.