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#2am delusions
solaireverie · 1 month
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i think the people saying that “imgonnagetyouback” is about lance instead of fernando are missing the point that taylor says “I’m an Aston Martin you drove straight into a ditch” implying that she’s the person crashing, which implies that she’s lance, who has a very public boner for fernando alonso and who retired after colliding with fernando at austin 2022 when he was still driving for alpine, which means that taylor knows and endorses strollonso lore
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abyssalstardust · 1 year
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I have got to get pretentiouser
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libbyrequiresescapism · 4 months
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taimizu doodle dump bitches 🗣️🗣️
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slight NSFW under ;)
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yourlazykitkat · 3 months
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sometimes I think about how azriel and eris say “I love you”. And I know, they’re more of a lets-fuck-to-emote couple, but in their quiet moments, how do assure each other that the love they share is real with its own heartbeat? Especially verbally. Then I think about how poetic mr “If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?” vanserra is and wonder, is that a lucien thing or a vanserra thing.
because then I think, eris does not say love- no, love is something used to hurt him, hurt his brothers (jesminda), his mother. he’s a courtier, a silver tongued fox with clipped claws which scratch but do not scar. thus eris turns to the metaphor, the euphemism for a heart robbed, the flooding blood and aching to fill its empty space.
he says, “my dear shadowsinger”. he says “the moon is beautiful tonight”. he says, “I saw an elderly fae couple and thought of you”. he says, “I do not mind the darkness, my flames are only brighter because of it”. he says, “the bed is cold without you. it is too big”. he says, “take off your armour. yes, i’ll keep it safe in the drawers. yes, I’ll learn the fastens and straps to help you put it on every morning”. he says, “my dance card only has one name. well, two because you’ve asked me to be kind to your family. yes, i’m picking nesta again.” he says, “I love the ocean. let’s go” he says “my dearest shadowsinger, i do not love you. I will not hurt you with such indignity, such injury-“
to which azriel says, “fuck you”. he says “I say ‘I love you’ because I’ve never been able to say so freely before”. he says, “do I scare you with this heart of mine? So many others have turned me away.” he says, “do not turn away from me, I can’t take it”. he says, “do not turn away from me, let me see you.”. he says, “do I scare you eris vanserra? let me tell you how you scare me”. he says, “here is why I love you”. he says, “eris, I wish you a painless death”. he says “vanserra, i’ll be the one to kill you. teach me how to do it slowly.” he says, “I love you, I don’t know what to do with myself now that I’ve told you.” he begs, “eris vanserra, keep this our secret- how much I devastatingly love you. don’t let them know.”
“I think they know,” Eris will say and then, “let’s go to the ocean.”
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neeeeet2 · 7 months
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Hear me out-
If Hua cheng is able to bleed, then that means he has blood even if its not really circulating. And if hua cheng reverts to human habits like breathing when surprised, scared, or what have you, then that means his heart must be beating even a little bit for the oxygen to go anywhere. And if his heart is beating, his blood is even slightly circulating, then that means…
When Hua Cheng feels strong emotion…
Hua Cheng can blush.
This is my essay on my why hua cheng can blush if xie lian kisses him by surprise that doubles on the idea that xie lian should try to surprise him every chance he gets-
Also bonus drawing i did in two minutes on my phone:
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masqueradeoftheguilty · 7 months
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ive said this a thousand times and i need to actually write a fic about it but it really does tickle me that due to hyv dropping the ball, canon indicates that the only people who can use elemental powers without a vision are two interstellar travellers, the archons, a dragon sovereign, and Some Vigilante
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machinedramon · 5 months
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legit wondering if when I start going to the doc for all my physical shit I should ask abt who I should see abt maybe getting mood stabilizers
i'm sick of this unending cycle of getting eight million ideas and scrambling from one to the next before burning myself out on all of them and falling into a depression and hating myself for not doing any of the eight million things I was excited about
#i am losing my fucking mind here i cant fucking take it anymore#i dont think im bipolar i just think the adhd takes the wheel and fucking floors it#i dont have delusions of grandeur (not more than a flight of fancy that i know is unrealistic anyway) or like. euphoria.#i also dont not remember stuff from from those surges of inspiration#i mean i might forget something but thats bc i got distracted and my brain dumped it to focus on New Shiny Thing#this is the equivalent of my 2AM mental breakdown so bear with me here i am Going Through It when i should be sleeping#also it feels like theres shit crawling on me and there isnt but i cant sleep bc i am ITCHY WHY AM I ITCHY WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE THIS#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#fun fact: the sensation of shit crawling on you is called formication#which is really fucking funny#like i understand its from formica meaning ant but it is literally one letter away from fornication#anyway doing my usual webmd doom spiral and guess what gets formication as a symptom sometimes: bipolar disorder#im gonna laugh if i get a bipolar dx but it doesnt seem right#all the other options were autoimmune disorders like parkinson's and MS and fibro and RA#which. i might actually have rheumatoid arthritis. but the others? theyre scary. i dont wanna deal with that.#i dont even wanna deal with RA lets be real#farmer voice: i was just fine before i went to the doctor and now all of a sudden ive got an immune disorder#wait i dont think parkinson's is an autoimmune disorder thats a neurological condition#ok carry on#more fun facts since i am now down a wikipedia rabbit hole to distract myself from my itchy self#the process of ur limb falling asleep and going numb is called obdormition#then when the feeling starts coming back the pins and needles feeling is paresthesia#formication is an uncommon kind of paresthesia#obdormition is our funny word of the day and i look forward to telling someone about it randomly or for it to show up in a crossword soon#bc u know how u find something new and suddenly it's everywhere?#yeah. i get the feeling thats gonna happen here.
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glasscupsss · 2 years
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i’m really interested in seeing when and how elain finds out about rhys meddling in her life (i think that is a huge plot point and it was whack af to put it in a bonus chapter but whatever). cause it’s obvious they have to sneak around because of lucy loo but i could see her maybe not realizing it’s also because of rhys (because why would he do that).
i’ve already head cannoned that they become besties so i’m ready for the betrayal. (DRAMA♥️)
is az gonna tell elain straight up before they even start their love affair or is he gonna wait a bit?
is he gonna tell her at all or is she gonna find out through something else (vision, idk someone else finding out and telling her)?
ngl i would not be mad at a little drama if az keeps her out of that loop (to protect her image of rhys and their friendship dynamic maybe?) and it would give us an opportunity to see how they fight/resolve conflict between themselves. i mean i would be mad at azriel but i love being mad at men.
is rhys gonna tell her himself??? is she gonna be like, f u r i o u s , or is she gonna be a little more emotional/quiet strength about it because her brother in law who said she had a choice, who has provided her with a home and family and money, who has become her friend, lied and manipulated her life and she can’t decide whether she’s more angry or devastated? we’ve seen her react both ways to conflict so whatever happens i’m riding for my flower queen.
you see personally i would probably just start crying and retreat into a hovel in the forest until i was sorted out enough to yell at someone but i’m so excited to see how elain handles it.
does elain already know (seers know stuff) and accept/understand rhys’ motives but is gonna go against them anyway? (cause we know she’s gonna go against him) (though i doubt that she knows already)
i think ultimately az will tell her upfront or she will find out on her own pre-smut and tell him she doesn’t care about rhys’ dumb ass and i love a healthy relationship BUT…
bottom line is i have a groveling kink so i want a guilty rhys and az begging elain for forgiveness 🙏🏼
i also love emotional turmoil because ♥️ a n g s t ♥️
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clownhunterbebop · 3 months
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Opened my alarm clock app and it did a little confetti animation. It is 2:20am. That is all
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yardikins · 7 months
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Still rewatching Ahsoka teasers and I will forever be thinking about how in one of them, somebody chose to put music that sounds almost exactly like Across the Stars (the love theme) over the clip of Baylan talking about Anakin
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sturnsslut · 1 month
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sleepover - chris sturniolo
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a/n : not much but leave suggestions, i’ll write almost anything + lowercase intended !!
warnings - dom!chris x sub!reader , pet names, teasing, swearing, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, slight choking, sneaky
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‘ i feel you inside , no better feeling ‘
me and nick sturniolo had been best friends for almost 4 years now , and i had the BIGGEST crush on his brother , chris. of course i would never tell him , but i had a feeling he already sorta knew . ever since i told nick about my crush on chris , he has been teasing me NON STOP about it for almost 2 years. and he's always feeding into my delusions , even tho im trying to get over him.
anyway nick is constantly telling me how chris is always asking when im coming over next, how he's always talking about me , how he's starring at me when im not looking, things like that.
i don't believe any of it, but i wish. anyways i was bored, and it was Saturday so i thought i could call nick to have him come over so we could hangout , because if i saw chris, this whole " getting over him " thing would go right back to stage one. i got out my phone and pulled up nicks contact to invite him to come over , because ill be damned if all a bitch does is watch netflix alone on a saturday night.
iMessage
twin 💗 - nick
me - (you obv) 😭
me
NICKKK
i miss you sm
can you come over pls
i wanna hangout
twin 💗
TWIN I MISS YOUUU
I would but matt isn't here
so there isn't anyone to drive me
you can come over here thoooo
fuck. i tossed my phone to the side and let out a loud sigh , why can't anything work out in my favor ?? i picked up my phone and texted back nick.
me
well maybe you should get a license 😒
IM JUST KIDDINGGGG
twin 💗
Shut up bitch
you don't have one either
now come onnn
you can see ur man 😱
me
i hate you
im omw
twin 💗
😘
i texted my older brother and asked him if he could take me to nicks, which i didn't want to because he was at work and i didnt wanna wait but, oh well. he said he'd take me and so about an hour later he came home and told me he was waiting outside.
i threw on whatever, not really caring considering the fact i thought i was going to be in nicks room the entire time i was there. i put on blue plaid pajama pants and a black crop top with an oversized grey jacket, and some random slippers.
i packed my bag and ran outside, thanking him for the ride. a few minutes later i was at the sturniolos house.
i knocked on the door expecting nick, but of fucking course , it was chris.
" um hey." i said awkwardly, looking down at him.
"hey pretty. nicks in his room" he replied and opened the door further for me to walk in. i brushed past him and accidentally got a little too close. like i touched his dick type of too close.
i heard him groan silently as i walked past, making my way to nicks room.
fast forward a few hours , me and nick were watching a movie when he passed out.
i was gonna go and hangout with matt, but then i remembered he still wasn't back yet from wherever the fuck he was at, so with nothing else to do, i just decided to go to sleep right alongside nick.
i remember randomly waking up around 2AM for no reason but feeling hungry, so i made my way to the kitchen and got a freezer meal or wtv tf
i heat it up in the microwave and while i'm waiting , i decide to just get comfortable and lean on the counter while i scroll on my phone.
i'm about to shut off my phone when i hear something "nick?" i whisper shouted because i was slightly startled by the noise
there was no answer , i just shrug my shoulders and continue scrolling on my phone, when i suddenly feel two warm hands on my waist.
i jumped but not enough to move, i turn around to chris with his hands resting on my waist , looking at me with an indescribable look.
"what..are you doing?" i said flustered, turning my head to look at him , but again not enough to move our bodies any further apart.
"nothing..just can't sleep." he replied
god , his sleepy voice was literally going to make me bust.
" okay.." i say confused and go back to scrolling on my phone. i feel him rest his head on shoulder
" what are you watching "
" just t.." my voice trailed off as i realized i could feel that he had a big ass boner, and he was wearing only sweatpants
i struggled to get my words out because of the situation i was in, so i just ignored the question.
i felt him smirk and her closer to me, him getting more hard the closer he gets, with his hands still on my waist.
"what..you like the way this feels mama?" he says slipping his hands down into the front of my pants, but not fully.
"i.." i could barley speak due to the uncontrollable amount of flips my stomach was doing
"use your words ma." he says getting closer to me, his boner now fully on my ass
i'm gonna bust was literally my thought process. i was nervous, but of course im gonna do what he tells to.
"yea.." i say now slightly arching my back
he turns me to face him, so now im leaning against the counter and facing chris.
he takes one of his hands and guides it up to my face, "do you really."
"yeah" i let out a breathy moan and he smirks leaning closer to me, holy shit. no way this is happening.
he kisses me and i kiss him, he moves his hand down to my neck as we make out, the kiss turns into a sloppy make out, and he picks me up and i wrap my legs around him, he sets me on the counter so im perfectly aligned with his waist, as we're still making out
he starts leaving kisses on my neck and i grab his hair as he does so, leaving a trail of hickeys.
" fuck " i slightly whisper , this felt so good.
he stopped for a moment before placing one hand on my waist and the other in my pants
" you ready ?" i nodded desperately, not being able to use my words because of how badly i needed him.
he stuck two fingers inside of me and i grabbed onto the back of his shirt in pleasure
" damn ma your so wet ..all for me? how long have you been waiting for this mama "
i nodded, physically not being able to speak because of how good his fingers felt inside me.
" use your words. how long. " he demanded , grabbing my chin making me look him in the eyes
i paused, not wanting to me too loud. " damn ma, you like how i touch you that much you can't speak ?"
" t..two years " i struggled to push out those simple words. this man knew what he was doing with his hands.
" come on baby, if you were horny you could've told me. i would've helped you with ease. " he said, stopping for a second
" i didn't think you were into me. " i admitted
" really? i thought it was obvious. everytime you came over to see nick i would get hard just looking at you..i've been waiting for this moment a while to ma. "
he moved his fingers in and out of me again without warning, and i moaned a little too loud.
"watch your volume pretty girl..i'd hate for me to have to stop cause you couldn't control yourself "
i nodded agreeably, and trust me when i listened. i'd waited for this moment almost 2 years , i wasn't gonna let anything ruin it.
his fingers continued to move in and out of me at a rapid pace for another 2 minutes , and i felt myself start to get close
"chris...i'm close" that's when he took his fingers out of me and i caught my breath for a moment.
he took his dick out of his pants and it sprung out instantly. when i looked down, my jaw dropped.
he was easily a good 9 inches, and that was just a guess. i'm so screwed.
he stroked himself and laughed when he saw the look of surprise on my face. " what ? all your other little boyfriends had a small cock ?" he teased
i pulled my pants down further so chris had easier access. he got closer, until our noses were basically touching. "you ready ma" i nodded eagerly , because of how close we were, i felt his cock literally in between my thighs. " yes, yes i am just please fuck me " he smirked and put one of his hands on my waist , the other holding his dick. "you sure?" he asked me again, me giving the same answer.
and with that, he shoved in only 7 inches , just to see if i could take him or not. i gasped but covered my mouth because i remember what he said about keeping quiet.
" good girl " he smirked at me again, then shoving the entire 9 inches in me. i put my hands under his shirt, leaving scratches all down his back
" fuck mama..your so tight" he said pausing in between sentences
i could barley speak, but i wanted more. i managed to get two words out , "faster..please" i begged
" more already? alright ma..."
he thrusted in and out of me even faster than before, about a minute goes by before i felt that knot build up in my stomach.
" chris.." i paused before my next sentence, remembering that i had to be quiet "im close."
" not yet pretty girl.. please- mmm fuck you feel so good. "
i giggled slightly, before telling him how we should switch positions if he didn't want me to finish so soon.
" you got it mama. " and with that, he took me off of the counter and set me down, bending me over the counter instead.
he grabs my hips and lines me up, " you ready? you know i just gotta ask" he asks
i could feel his tip touching me, he was definitely teasing. well if he wants to tease..i can do it to.
"hm not yet..i need to catch my breath" i teased and move my waist slightly, feeling his tip against me
" how bout now?" he asks eagerly
"i don't know .." i answer, he's like a needy child , how cute
" mama please ..i need you so bad. "
" im ready " and with that he slams his entire 9 inch dick inside of me , going faster than before
" you think it's funny for you to tease me ? is it because you know you take me so well ?"
his sleepy voice..fuck.
" fuck..sorry" i say , i couldn't even think cause he was fucking me so good.
he grabbed my neck from behind and thrusted faster , that's when i knew i was close.
" chris , i cant ..im gonna-" im cut off by my release , letting it all go , and man i came hard.
" im almost there ma...in or out"
i mean, i was on the pill. " in , cum inside me please."
" mm..you got it pretty " he releases , and i feel his warm cum inside me , best feeling ever btw.
now we're both just leaning against the counter , heavy breathing, sweaty, looking at each other " you took me so good mama."
this man was really tryna make me nut for a 2nd time huh..i grabbed the food id forgotten about out of the microwave and made my way back to nicks room.
" goodnight chris. " i say with a smirk " goodnight ma." he says smirking back at me
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a/n: umm !! don’t know if i like this but i have something coming soon for the matt girlies 🤗
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kazutora-kurokawa · 2 months
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Masturfesting w/ Mikey
♡ NSFW, fem reader, masturbation + manifesting, delusion, established friendship, panty stealing, perv!Mikey, college au ♡
note: my beautiful moot @i-literally-cant-with-this gave me this little idea 🩷 I started at 2am and finished around 3, its 6:30 right now so yeah lol I need some rest
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You and Mikey had always been close growing up, and that didn't change one bit when you two got to college. Of course he was still out partying and fighting with his friends, those things, along with your presence, were the only things he kept consistent. But a lot of things changed, he started becoming more aware of himself, of his feelings towards you, and of his place in your life. He knew he wanted a relationship with you, but wasn't sure how to approach you. So he did what he thought was best and started doing some research.
He discovered a lot of romance coaches, wikiHow articles and unhelpful stuff like that, but then he struck what he thought was a gold mine. He discovered the spiritual side of love, specifically types of love potions and spells. He was never one to believe in magic but it couldn't hurt to try. The one that caught his eye? Masturfesting. It was so disgustingly delusional, it just had to work. And so, he started a routine. Everytime he was hard, he'd go on your social media pages, scroll through, and find a picture he could get off to. He'd start off slow, savoring the moment and imagining your pretty hands wrapped around his dick. He'd finish pretty quickly, staining his phone and the picture of you on the screen with gooey strings of cum.
This became a daily occurrence for him, but as of late he felt like it wasn't working. He needed to go further, to do something more…risky. So he walked to your dorm after class, under the false pretenses of having a study session. You two were in your room laying on a pile of pillows on the floor, flipping through textbooks, when suddenly you had to use the bathroom. You left the room, giving Mikey the chance to take his masturfesting to the next level. He rooted around in your dirty laundry, stealing a pair of your panties and pocketing them for himself. You came out of the bathroom and were none the wiser.
After the study session was over he went back to his dorm, rushing to the bathroom to make use of your panties. The soft material felt like heaven wrapped around him, and he couldn't help but imagine thrusting into your pretty pussy instead of his hand. The way they felt, the way they looked, the way they smelled, everything turned him on and made him even more determined to have you for himself. He fully believed that his disgusting actions would result in you unknowingly falling head over heels for him, and maybe it would…or maybe he's just delusional as all hell. Either way he's not gonna stop, not anytime soon, not until he's sure you'll want him as much as he wants you.
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luvneymar · 1 year
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okey, take this as a suggestion!!! imagine Neymar fulfilling all the whims of his wife pregnant with twins, need to live that dream :((♡♡
ilyyy ♡:3
PREGNANT PICKLES — NEYMAR JR
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— SUMMARY: Neymar fulfills all the whims of his wife pregnant especially your odd food cravings.
PARING: young!neymar x young!reader
It was around 2am and you were tossing and turning in your sleep, being pregnant with twins was sort of a miracle but it was also a nightmare for you; a stomach sleeper.
The first time you realized you couldn’t sleep on your stomach you were heartbroken, but your amazing boyfriend bought you some pregnancy contraption that allowed you to sleep onto your stomach.
You shot up from your sleep feeling pain shoot all over your body, or rather just hot flashes. You sat up adjusting your pregnancy pillows as you stared out the window admiring the Brazilian night sky.
As you caressed your very pregnant belly you begun to feel discomfort; in your stomach as it rumbled loudly alerting you that it needed more food —despite you eating just 3 hours ago.
Contemplating what you should eat you felt your son kick you in your side clearly annoyed that you wouldn’t feed him; how did you know it was your son? Your daughter was pretty mellow only slightly giving you discomfort as she turned over.
But your son? Lord he was a beast. Especially at night when you were trying to get some sleep, kicking, turning, whatever he could do to disturb you. You swung your swollen legs to the side of the bed as you slid down until you could exit the bed.
You walked over to Neymar’s side of the bed standing there hesitant to wake him seeing after his snoring adorable face, Neymar didn’t get much sleep ever since he switched clubs and found out you were pregnant.
You hadn’t realized you looked like some crazy woman straight out of a horror movie till Neymar jolted away after seeing some figure standing over him. “What the fuck— God! Baby are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Neymar pulled his hand from under the pillow and wrapped it around your waist pulling you into him as you sat on the edge of the bed leaning into Neymar as he rubbed his hand up and down your back. “Is everything alright?”
“Hungry, the babies are hungry. For peanut butter covered pickles & chocolate syrup with whiskey. Oh! And a ghost pepper.” You whispered as you wrapped your arm around your boyfriend playing with his hair, he chuckled hearing your odd cravings.
“Baby you can’t drink whiskey remember?” He reminded you as he helped you off the bed getting up right behind you placing both of his hands on your waist directing you to the door as you both walked towards the kitchen. “Oh yeah, I’ll just drink the chocolate syrup then.”
“I don’t think that’s possible, Meu Amour.” He laughed at your delusions, once you both reached the kitchen he sat you down at the island chair before walking towards the kitchen grabbing all the ingredients.
Once he grabbed all the ingredients you requested he begun to plate them exactly to your specifications as if it was second nature; which really? It was. “Baby?”
“Mmh?” He hummed out as he drizzled the chocolate syrup on the peanut butter covered pickles, he begun breathing through his nose as the smell was to repulsive for his nose, but Neymar loves you so he put up with it anyway.
“Do you wanna try these with me? They’re really good.” You smiled at him as you took a bite out of the diabolical meal you were craving, he turned to you with a bright smile on his face before continuing, “No. No thanks baby.”
“Suit yourself.” You hummed as you took a bite into your ghost pepper biting the whole pepper off, ever since you got pregnant your tastes have changed drastically & you’ve basically lost your sense of spice, sweetness & everything else between the lines.
As you continued to munch on your food you noticed Neymar was staring at you, palm on resting on his cheek with a stupid smile on his face as he stared at you like a lovesick puppy.
“What? Something on my face?” You muttered out chewing on your food as you look up at your husband with a confused Bambi look on your face causing him to chuckle at your cuteness.
“Nothing I just love you.” He muttered as he made his way across the island table to give you a forehead kiss. Hearing his words made you tear up in happiness along with the excess hormones.
Seeing you begin to cry sent Neymar in a panic unsure as what to do despite this happening millions of times, “Baby why are you crying? Is it something I said?” He panicked hovering over you.
“N-No! No it’s just, You’re so nice a-and sweet to me even when I look like a fat pregnant lady! Just ignore me it’ll stop soon.” You sobbed through your sentence pushing Neymar as he tried to wipe your tears.
“How can I ignore my wife when she’s crying?” He replied pulling you in for a hug until your tears stopped, which they didn’t. You just begun to sob harder hearing his sweet words.
“When your wife is drowning in estrogen & hormones because she’s carry two of your children.” You replied finally wiping away your tears.
“And I thank God & you for that everyday.” Neymar kissed you on your forehead once again before sitting beside you on the island taking your hand into his.
“You better, I feel like i’m going to burst every second of the day.” You grumbled biting off another piece of your last pickle covered in mustard.
Neymar lightly laughed at your confession kissing your head as he got up placing your plate into the sink. “I love you, too baby.”
“I never said that.” Swinging your feet that barely touched the floor in the chair, you begun to spin around lightly as not to get dizzy.
“But I know it, and you know it. So you don’t have to say it.” He replied, once he finished washing your plate he made his way back to your side to help you get out of the chair.
Neymar kissed your cheek as he helped you walk back the bedroom, once you reached the bedroom he tucked you into your side of the bed soon joining you.
Once you both were settled he turned on face you giving you a quick kiss on your lips before turning off the night light. “Good?”
“Good.” You smiled at him before pulling the covers over you as you felt Neymar pulled your body into his arm wrapped around your waist.
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AITA for telling the upstairs neighbor to be a little quieter at night?
I (26nb) live in an apartment complex. I am on the first floor. This apartment has a noise curfew of 10pm. I have a kid (5) who sleeps at 8pm. We have neighbors around us who also have kids around the same age who go to bed roughly around the same time (we've talked from time to time) including a new neighbor with a young autistic kid. My kid is also autistic. I am also autistic and schizophrenic. The neighbor directly next to us has a dog who tends to bark and howl whenever he hears loud noises. These are important to remember.
This girl moved in some handful of weeks ago right above me. Some days during the day I hear her stomping around REALLY loudly like crazy, and at first I thought that's fine because its just during the day no big deal. But then she started doing it late at night. First night I thought maybe she was still unboxing and stuff, nbd. But this kept going on for weeks from 8pm until nearly 2am every single day. And around 10pm-1am she would play loud music with heavy bass. This would keep me awake at night and prevent me from sleeping, and would cause me to have sensory overload very easily. My kiddo said it scared her to hear the banging and stomping and music upstairs late at night. One night at about 9:30pm, she started banging something FIERCE up there to the point where I actually started having an episode. I thought we were being broken into and I fell into a delusion that was remedied by my partner coming home and helping to ground me. That was my breaking point, and I ended up leaving a note saying, "hi! I wanted to ask if you could please keep the noise a little lower at night, we have young kiddos that live here too. Thank you!" I didn't leave anything to indicate who we were.
The next day she brought back the note to MY door saying "I'll try to be quieter. I didn't think I was that loud. I come home late. It was a Friday night and I was banging chicken at 8pm so I didn't think it was an issue. I just moved in and I'm trying to live my life. Sorry" and left two stuffed animals. Weeks passed and she is still, up to today, being loud late into the night and early morning. My partner can also hear it loud and clear and has complained to me about how disruptive she is. Some other neighbors have come forth saying she's so loud THEY can hear her when they come in through the main door. She's so loud that she's been causing the dog next door to bark like crazy, which is disturbing that poor neighbor as well. We are all kind of fed up with this girl.
Recently, there was a bunch of people who got their packages stolen... Her included. She left a note in the main lobby saying to bring her packages back. Today, we could hear her loudly talking on the phone outside while we were also outside, and she was talking to someone about available renting places outside of our city. We think she might be trying to move out already even though she just got here.
I think I might be the asshole because, between my note and her packages getting stolen, she probably felt unwelcomed here. I don't want people to feel unwelcomed, but I also want to be able to exist in my own home safely and comfortably. Maybe I should have left her alone and just dealt with the noise. My family thinks I was being rude to say anything at all, and my mom said I lost a potential friend by doing that. AITA?
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unhappy-last-resort · 30 days
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Delusions (Yandere Simon x GN Reader)
Warnings: smut, worship of the readers body and reader in general, creampie, GN reader, short
A/N: Just a drabble because I was thinking of Simon as one does late night. I'm also waiting for server reset in PGR so I can decide if I wanna pull on the light trails banner or not.
Apologies for any grammar/spelling issues and what not, it's almost 2AM for me
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Your soft pants filled his bedroom, your chest rising and falling with each breath, his arms holding your hips flush to his.
Nothing could compare to this moment. You were absolutely divine, a gift from the gods, a blessing to humanity bestowed by the stars, and you, despite being so far beyond him that he could only watch your star trail in awe, you chose him. You chose him over the numerous, beautiful and heroic constructs and humans who stood by your side.
It made him shudder, his eyes almost rolling at the thought. How could anyone not desire you? Who wouldn't lust after such an incredible hero? Just look at yourself. The way you move your body underneath him, the stretch marks along your thighs, your swollen lips parted in ecstasy, your glossy eyes, your mesmerizing voice as you moan so sweetly for him.
He couldn't help but kiss every inch of you he could, studying you like a piece of art. He kissed each scar he could see, admiring them. Perhaps others might find your scars to be blemishes that needed to be hidden, or fixed, but to him they were breathtaking. Not necessarily because he thought the scars were beautiful, but because they gave him insights into you and your story. You don't talk much about your past, not that there was reason to, but still, he longed to know you more intimately than you knew yourself. If only you'd open yourself to him, if only he could climb to your stardom and share the burden with you.
Perhaps if he lulled you to orgasm enough times you would be relaxed enough to let him know you more. He kissed your neck and whispered his admiration of you into your skin as he gently fucked you, holding you closely to him, becoming so engrossed your moans and cries that he nearly forgets his own pleasure.
He could stay like this forever, listening to you whisper his name as you grind against him. He holds your face gently, drinking in your expressions. Each cry you make resonating in his heart and rippling through his mind, overshadowing every other thought and sensation until only you existed.
He would never stop chasing after you, never stop longing for your attention and recognition, he would never stop desiring a level of intimacy that would only belong to you two. He needed your acknowledgement of his efforts and devotion, he needed to hear you say you loved him just as much as he loved you, maybe even more. He needed you to love him back, he needed your attention, he needed you to look at him as something more than a friend. His desires driving him to push in and out of you faster and faster until you writhed and trembled, until his hips stuttered and the tight cord drawn in his stomach snapped as he babbled your name like it was his salvation.
As his hips slow down, you wrap your arms around him and bestow him a kiss filled with so much love he feels himself melt into your body like it was made to hold him.
"Simon..." You whisper breathlessly and his breath is caught in his throat. Your hand cups his cheek and leans into it, kissing down along your wrist reverently.
You watch him lovingly, letting him worship you. Your eyes meet and his heart soars, you look so bewitching like this the sight burns itself into his brain. Slowly, your lips part and he desperately waits for what you're about to say, hoping that you'll tell him those three words he longs to hear. He watches every slight movement you make, enraptured as he watches you swallow, debating whether you should say what's on your mind or not and he gives your hand a slight squeeze of encouragement.
That seems to give you the push you need as you focus on him again and his heart pounds in his chest as he leans in closer to you, needing to hear every word you're about to say.
"Simon, I-"
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He wakes up, his hair sticking to his skin and the sheets unbearably hot. Simon stares at the ceiling, seeing nothing but blurry shapes as he contemplates what just happened. Humiliation crushes his chest as the stickiness in his hand makes him realize that it was just an intense fantasy and nothing more. He feels like a teenager helplessly pining after a crush and it almost makes him cry.
It was foolish for him to ever think that you could be his, that you'd ever spare him more than a cursory glance and a few words. You may have never said it out loud, but he knows he's beneath you. Someone your caliber would never look his way, but he can't help but keep chasing after that hope, after that dream that one day, one day you might look at him with something more than friendly comradery.
...He should stop entertaining such ridiculous and inappropriate thoughts about you and wash his hands, probably change his sheets too. If you saw him like this, you would be appalled. Shocked that a fellow soldier could be so...so unprofessional. He's already embarrassed himself a few times in front of you, he needs to be better. He needs to improve.
You'll never give him the attention he desires, so he must do what he can to earn it and treat what little you give him with the utmost care and respect.
He needs you, he needs your love and acknowledgement and he'll do whatever it takes to get it. Even if that means sacrificing everything he has.
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caramel-flan · 2 years
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My Zv offscreen delusion... dancing to venti’s old music at 2am in zl’s adeptal abode nightly
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