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heartshapedcaskett · 2 years
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Just a compilation of one of my favorite 1960s-1970s novelties. The honeymoon suite featuring heart shaped bathtubs and panel mirrors
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kodzukenmaaa · 11 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅
↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Go Eunhyuk X Reader
↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ contents: Eunhyuk wants your food
↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: make out, slightly suggestive
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"ENJOY YOUR FOOD," your delivery guy said, you give a small nod to the delivery guy before closing the door.
You hummed your favourite song in happiness, you wanted to treat yourself after the hardworking you've done. Self rewarding yourself with your favourite food.
You moan in delight when the familiar flavor of your food touches your mouth, thanking the chef who made this food wishing him to have a long generation for him or her in the future.
"What are you eating?"
You barely look at him before stuffing your mouth with the food.
"(Your fav food)." You replied with your legs swinging happily like a child receiving a balloon.
"What's this? You only bought one?" Eunhyuk ask looking at the bag to find it empty and noticed there's only 1 take away tray on the the table, "What about me? You didn't think of your boyfriend?"
He leans to the counter with his whole body facing your joyful face, your stuffed cheeks reminds him of a squirrel.
"You already eat remember?" You shove another mouthful into your mouth.
"When?"
"A moment ago when you came after going out."
He push his body from the counter with a push from his hip, and walking around and standing behind you. Leaning down to your shoulder, putting his head on your neck, "Give me a bite." You can feel his hot breathe hitting the crook of your neck.
You shake your head, "No."
He nuzzle his head to your neck even more at your reply, "Just one small bite," his voice was a bit muffled.
"Nooooo" you teased him. Taking another spoonful bite, mocking him.
"Wow really? You're so childish." He scoff at your face. You just shrug your shoulder taking more bites of your food with a very punch able face. Mocking him.
"Fine then." He grumble, he pulled away. You hold back a grin thinking he gave up on asking a bite.
The moment you swallowed your food, a palm was placed behind your head and turn your head to the side, your lips meeting his lips roughly.
His other hand snakes it way from your waist bringing it up to your cheek, they were rough but with a hint of gentleness. Each time your lips moved against his, your breathe was stolen from you. He pressed you to him.
You slowly melted into him, his hand on the back of your head rubbing your head. You shuddered at his touch.
His lips moving to the side and pulling away, his hand immediately snatch the spoon from your hand and take a huge bite from your food. He hummed at the taste, "This is good." He says with his mouth full before walking away.
You just sit there in shock and face hot, did he just randomly make out with you for a bite?
"THIEF!" you shout, ears blowing fuse.
The things he do.
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I miss writing, this came up on my head randomly had ti quickly write this before it's gone.
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alfaire · 1 year
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  ㅤ🎺   ⸼  ✧    🪽ㅤ    How it's like to be loved?
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cocobirde · 4 months
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lol i forgot to post these
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xo-cod · 5 months
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i can get behind mean/rough Simon but soft Simon has my heart in the palm of his hand. Soft Simon bc although it’s difficult for him to accept affection or be doted upon; once he gets the hang of it - this man loves hard and nobody can change my mind.
Soft Simon bc though he’s damaged, he’s still loved and it drives him up the wall. Simon who won’t participate in PDA but will hook pinkies together when standing close enough - but that doesn’t mean he won’t manhandle you in the bedroom and have you drooling all over yourself.
Soft Simon bc he deserves to be loved.
<3
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soft simon, my beloved <33 🥹🥺
the man that grew up thinking he didn't deserve love clinging onto you like a koala in bed, wrapped up as best as he can to feel your skin under his touch <33
the same man who was uncomfortable and rigid with outright pda always finds a way to have those subtle lingering touches whether it be a small caress on your arm or his hand placed on the small of your back. at least some part of him always touching you so that he knows you're alive and you're with him <33
the same man who grew up surrounding by darkness and blood begging for another kiss before bed, not wanting to sleep until he had his fill with you <33
the same man who everyone thought was utterly cold hearted and ruthless always cracking some lame dad joke as you both bake together because he adores how the smile lights up your face, already knowing he would remember this moment for years to come <33
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ghost-is-my-bbg · 7 months
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I miss him so much man..
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raindrvq · 15 days
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me after dallas gives me his jacket at the park
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bunnystalker · 4 months
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Wesker surviving RE5. Taking a good while to recover. When he final tracks Chris many years later he sees a young woman with Chris. Obviously not Chris' wife.
Chris got a daughter. And Wesker knows how to truely break him now.
Poor girl, she gets hit on by a super hot dude not knowing that he is her dads biggest enemy
listen... this would go fucking crazy... 18+
cw; afab!reader, creep!wesker, reader is 21-ish and wesker is... *gulps*... 61, dad!chris isn't the best dad, i'm projecting big time with this one guys sorry, takes place circa re8, reader is in college, no use of y/n, chris is the kind of alcoholic dad that you don't want your boyfriend to meet because you are, in fact, embarrassed of him, wesker drives a lincoln mkz zephyr.
you look like your dad but prettier. softer, sweeter features than your father's own. your eyes are paralyzingly innocent, and he can't help himself when he lays eyes on you. you're younger than albert by a concerning amount of years, but thanks to your dad's unintentional neglect during your childhood, you've got some issues.
your father never told you about wesker- or anything relating to his line of work. how foolish of chris to not take such precautions with his daughter. you never bothered to ask, either, as you felt some sort of resentment towards your dad in your teenage years. everything he did pissed you off, especially when he was trying to bond. so of course you decided to date someone just as old, if not older than your dad, just to piss him off in return.
that's when you stumbled across wesker. he was handsome for his age, though he looks much younger and you're not sure why. the sunglasses thing confused you, though he'd told you once when you had first started talking that he has light-sensitive eyes. you, being so trusting of this nice, older man who made you feel wanted, believed him and every little thing he ever told you. he'd make you feel so warm inside, and it didn't take long for you to fall for him.
he'd made a show of falling for you, too, to keep you under his thumb. you were the type to flee at the first sign of abandonment; he couldn't have that.
your dad was shocked when you told him you'd found a boyfriend. thanks to your strained relationship, you'd hardly talked to him after leaving for college, which he blamed himself for. it had only worsened between the two of you after your mother left.
and now, at dinner, your dad thinks it's the greatest idea in the world talk about your beloved.
"so," your father starts as he saws through thick-cut steak with a serrated knife, cutting you off a piece, "this boyfriend of yours, when am i meeting him?"
"you want to meet my boyfriend?" you cock an eyebrow at your father, though he doesn't meet your gaze. his own is fixed to the bit of steak he's setting on your plate beside some vegetables.
"well, yeah. must be pretty serious if you told me about him." chris finally looks at you, setting his silverware down. you swallow.
"i don't know, dad."
"what, are you embarrassed of me?"
"i didn't say that, don't put words in my mouth." you stuff a piece of sauteed cauliflower in your mouth as chris sighs inwardly. for the next ten minutes, there's no sound except silverware clinking against your plates and your father's jaw popping here and there.
neither of you can take much more of the awkward silence.
chris clears his throat and leans back in his chair, "listen, i just want to make sure you're dating a good guy, okay?"
"yeah, sure." the bitterness and slight annoyance in your voice is hard to hide. you don't bother.
"is that a crime? wanting to look out for my kid?" he crosses his arms over his chest, getting a little defensive.
"don't you think it's a little late to play dad of the year? i'm not a child, i don't need you to look out for me."
"i know you're not a child-"
"then just stop." you're standing up from your chair, "stop trying to be a bigger part of my life. stop acting like you care. stop."
"fine, you want to be an ungrateful brat?" your dad stands up too, "then get out. take your shit and leave, or shut the hell up."
you don't really have anywhere else to go, so you slink back into your chair and reluctantly finish your food. with all the money your dad gets from his job, he's paying your tuition.
your dad downs the whiskey in his glass and gathers his dishes, leaving you to sit in silence at the dinner table.
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your father lets the boyfriend thing go until you bring it up to him again, this time on your own.
when you bring it up to albert, he's delighted.
"i'd be honored," he tells you as he leans down to kiss your cheek, he's confident about this, which puts you at ease because you know your father isn't going to take this very well.
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you're dressed your best, as is albert, who's got his hand on your lower back protectively. he can sense your nerves- uroboros didn't completely burn out of his system- as if they were his own, and he kisses your head as you unlock the front door. based on the black jeep in the driveway, beside albert's zephyr, your father is home. you open the door, and in a flash, you're pushed out of the way.
you didn't expect your father to have a loaded gun aimed at your boyfriend so quickly, if at all. a deep laugh sounds from albert.
"oh, chris..."
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embersofhope-if · 5 months
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hi🫶
i have bad news
BUT i also have good news
demo is coming friday its just going to be a lot shorter than i wanted☹️
longer explanation under the cut for those who are curious🫶🫶
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firstly, im so sorry for disappearing. i didn't realize how long I've been gone until I saw just now that the last thing I've posted was on October 17th
But i am back now, and that's all that matters (please agree). Demo is coming Friday, November 17th, but like i said before, it's going to be far shorter than i wanted. I had originally planned to post the first two or three chapters as a little treat since this blog hit 1k followers but last night my laptop decided to refuse to accept my password forcing me to hard reset and wipe it and i lost ALL of the work i had on both embers of hope and shadows of the gun☹️(i was in genuine tears im ngl)
So! The demo will only be the prologue, but i assure you i am working to get back to where i was before. I'll stop myself here before i start rambling. Anyways, I love you and have missed you guys. Feel free to send in any ask if you have any questions or thoughts (or just say hi. ive missed talking to you guys)💞💞
I've also maybe written the start of that shadowhunter/vampire game i was talking about a while ago, and i may or may not be making a blog for it rn. if anyone is interested im 100% willing to answer any questions abt it too🤭
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cherubsfool · 2 years
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uplatterme · 1 year
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I FINISHED THE ATTENDANT!THOMA ONE FINALLY AAAA.
Should the next one be Consort!Aether, RoyalScientist!Albedo or Childe/Scara as a War Prisoner?
So, Thoma was hired as your personal attendant a couple years back when you took the throne. 
At first, he was nervous and stiff, which he later admitted was due to the fact he was a bit intimidated by you at first. 
Over time, seeing pretty much every side of you and going on a fair amount of adventures with him in the realm of politics, he loosened up. 
Eventually he even considered himself a close friend instead of just a hired hand. 
In recent times however… something else had been growing. 
From admiration and pride to be serving such a person.. to a strange feeling in his stomach whenever he looked for too long.
A feeling that filled his chest and made him feel like he could burst. 
He even asked the royal physician if it was some sort of condition… which ended with him being shoo’d out of the office. 
It got especially bad when you teased him. 
Sometimes you’d partially unbutton your shirt and loosen your tie when going over documents
Other times you’d hug him from behind to catch him off guard
And there was this one time when… well, it makes him flustered just thinking about it- but you’d ordered him to eat something off your plate “to make sure it isn’t poisoned”. He’d ended up sat next to you being fed finger foods and cakes. 
He almost cried in embarrassment that night- especially when a maid walked in and saw them.
Thoma cleared his throat, his face still feeling hot just thinking about that incident. Archons, it was like you meant for that to happen with the way you looked so smug after..
“Actually.. speaking of her, it’s actually time to go wake her up..” he mumbled to himself, lifting his pocket watch up to his face. 
His footsteps rang down the hall, the castle already bustling with life even at this early hour. Maids swept the floors and bookshelves, the kitchen was alive with the sound of pots and pans, and someone was practicing the violin somewhere on a balcony.
The sounds and smells of the castle at this hour were so familiar to him at this point. He hummed to the tune of the distant instrument, opening the large wooden doors to your room when- 
“Good morning, your gra-“ he stopped mid-sentence… “um… y-your grace? why are you not dressed yet..?” He said, fumbling with his words. You sat on the bed, a silken robe the only thing covering you. The top part was just loose enough that your chest was in view, and the bottom part was certainly.. short. 
“Mmm? Is there something wrong, dear?” You asked, sleepily. Your eyes trailed up to your attendant’s flushed face, him looking anywhere but at you. You mouth curled into a smile. 
“It’s almost time for breakfast… should you not already be dressed, your majesty?” He finally looked at you, his hand coming up to cover his mouth and cheeks. He let out a sigh before turning to your closet, beginning to rummage through it for something for you to quickly put on before the day’s start. 
You stand up, quietly waking up behind him. Just as he stood back up, you wrapped your arms around him, pushing yourself against him. He gasped “Your grace- what are you doing??” He whisper-yelled at you. 
“Thoma” you whispered into his ear. He froze, not a single muscle moving. Well, except for the one moving his blood around, considering how hot his face flat by now. “Can you do something for me, dear?”
He swallowed thickly, “Yes, your majesty.. what do you need?”. Your hands came to grip his waist, at which he jumped slightly. “Could you go ahead and sit on the bed for me?” your breath was hot on his ear. 
“O-oh… of course..” he replied, walking back and sitting once you released him. You follow, standing in front of him. You leaned down, one hand coming to his hips as you begin to suck on his neck. 
“Wh- your grace what- mm.. what’re you d-doing” his whole body tensed as you began to push him down onto the bed, taking your sweet time with marking him up. “Something I’ve been thinking about for a long time now..”
“The reason I’ve been rejecting so many suitors.. is because none of them can compare..” your hand made its way under his shirt and up his chest- his breathing becoming more erratic as you do. “How can I think of some far-off suitor when the perfect prince has been served to me on a silver platter..?”
He moaned your name at both the implied praise, and that your hand had begun toying with his nipple. “F-fuck.. please~” he whined, grabbing at your other hand. A chuckle escaped your mouth as you swiftly brought a knee to his crotch. Using the hand on his hip, you pushed him into it, moving your knee to match the movements. 
His hand snapped up to his mouth to try to muffle his surprised moans at this action. You scoff, stopping all movement. “wh-why’d you stop..?” He whined, moving his hips to try to get some friction. 
“You shouldn’t hide those cute little noises from me..” you say, grabbing his hands and tying them with a nearby scarf for good measure. He squirmed under you, “Is that really n-necessary?”. “Mhm”
He purses his lips and looks away. His eyes widened when his shirt was pulled over his head, resting on his arms. Your knee came back to its rightful place between his legs, and he shamelessly began grinding himself on it. He gasped and whimpered when your mouth closed over his nipple, sucking and licking it. Your hands toyed with him, manipulating his body effortlessly. 
Thoma just couldn’t help himself- the whole situation was too hot for him to handle. He began whining about being close, his eyes tearing up and his hips loosing control. 
Yet again, however, you stopped. Before he could begin whining, your hands had already pulled down his pants and underwear. He let out a squeak, looking away from his hard-on in embarrassment. “So excited just for me, huh dove~?” you teased, your hands already touching his tip. 
“Mmh- haaah~~ I- I can’t! Please, don’t stop,” “I don’t plan to, little dove” 
Your hands enveloped him, jerking him off at a quick pace that had him squirming and begging. He wasn’t even sure what anymore, whines of “please!” And versions of your name or title slipping from his drooling, open mouth. 
His eyes rolled back as ropes of cum shot from his cock, spilling onto his stomach as tears rolled down his cheeks.
His head fell to the side, panting. “Your grace.. I…” he caught his breath for a moment, looking into your eyes with adoration. “Thank you..”
“Oh, Thoma..” you tut, “I’m not even close to being done with you..”
A maid with a tray walked up to the two giant wooden doors, the pastries on her tray still warm from the oven. She knocked before pushing open the doors. 
“Your breakfast, your eminence..” she bowed her head, then looked at you. You gestured to your desk, and she swiftly set the tray down. 
“Thank you, Reylin,” you say, waving her out the door. 
Her eyes widened as she noticed the blonde man laying in your bed, drool still running out of his mouth, and dark marks littering his neck and chest. 
She quickly made her way out, blushing madly at the sight. 
The consorts would not be happy about this… 
-🕊️ anon
oh my god. i’m blushing.
he’s so *screams*
fuck being an attendant, he’ll be your lifetime partner now 😠
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heartshapedcaskett · 2 years
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Erin’s maladaptive daydreaming playlist WIP
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zhinchino · 1 month
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I drew @snuff--y 's genderswap Juliarandy :3333
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PLS DONT BULLY ME FOR THE SANRIO CHARACTER CHOICE 😭😭😭
IK SHE WOULD PROVAVLY PICK KUROMI BUT LIKE 😓😓😓😓😓😓😓
HERES THE LINK TO THE POST SINCE IDK HOW PEOPLE QUOTE THEM IN THE UNDERLINED TEXT THING😁😁😁 (noob tumblr user) 💥💥💥💥
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divine-construct · 8 months
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i am taking oppenheimer away from the public until everyone learns how to read and understand media because my god the public’s media literacy when it comes to oppenheimer is terribly bad.
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cocobirde · 4 months
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i dont understand the jd slander....... i rlly dont... (juggalo no longer speaking the truth)
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Do you have a favorite holiday? Do you find yourself thinking about American holidays like Thanksgiving and Independence Day?
@thethirdman8
No, I'm sorry, I don't have any festival concepts based on national boundaries. I have also celebrated different festivals with friends in different countries. What impressed me deeply is that the meaning and feeling of celebrating in different families are also different.
I am a "Take things as they come" person who lives in the moment and take it one day at a time ; (I suggest: put aside the "national/border" thinking, you know there are many wars Because of this, the people lost peace.)
But I am indeed a woman who likes rituals. I like to celebrate "birthdays" because God gave me life through my parents and came into this world. No matter how many joys and sorrows anyone may experience , parting and gathering, only with a birthday can I be who I am today.
ps. Celebrating a birthday is also a kind of commemoration: remembering every moment of being grateful with your parents, family and good friends.
03. 16. 2024.
Chu Lan (Maria)
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gif : GO DOGGO GO!! & PUPCAKE 🙏 Thanks~*
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