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HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST MUTUAL AND ALL AROUND GEM OF A PERSON!!! I hope you have a fantastic day!!!!! 🎉 🥳
JUNE!!! ❤❣💗 Thank you so much!!!
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since i'm also a love/affection gender hoarder: feel free to check out the blog lovinggender❣
Omg thank you I never would've found it on my own
Gotta love those blog gems you can only find through word of mouth
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hope you don't mind me in your inbox, there's so many but 🥺 I love changmin ❣
UR A GEM OMG I LOVE U FOR THIS 😭😚 THANK U SM SOFTIE 🥺💖 ugh he's so precious goddamn (´Д⊂ヽ i def do not mind u coming into my inbox !! my inbox is always open for u <33
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Hi! I was wondering if I could get a mafia AU ship with BTS please?:) this is such a cool idea!!
(Side note is anyone else as obsessed with Vincenzo as I am? Still my current favorite drama but anyways XD)
@piratepotteroc thank you for your patience, here you are.
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Mafia AU: Forbidden Love with KIM NAMJOON
Everyone knows him as RM, leader of the most feared gang in Korea
However no one ever seems to see his face
Only his members and his closest allies know what he looks like
It’s how he manages to avoid rivals and the police
You are a local teacher
Loved by the community for how dedicated and caring you are
A hidden gem in a harsh world really
You two cross paths by accident
You had gone out to dinner with your family to celebrate a raise
Namjoon had been dragged to the same restaurant by Jin claiming they needed a break from work.
You accidentally bump into him walking back to your table.
He helps stabilize you before you fall and can’t help but stare
You are the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on
You both apologize but the conversation ends there as you immediately leave to go back to your table.
Namjoon can’t stop thinking about you
He enlists the help of Taehyung and Jimin to learn more about you
He knows he’s invading your privacy but he can’t help it
Starts appearing randomly at places where he knows you’ll be
Obviously you eventually notice something odd
You approach him one day and he has some clever excuse about it all being a coincidence.
Probably makes a joke about fate
You don’t believe him but go with it anyway
You finally introduce yourselves and actually start getting to know each other
You realize that he’s actually pretty charming
Namjoon ends up falling for you more
He asks to take you to dinner and you agree
Namjoon almost overdoes it trying to impress you
You quickly realize he’s also very clumsy
But it’s cute so you don’t comment on it
You two soon start a relationship
He can’t be around as often as he wants because of work but makes up for it with fun dates and lots of affection when he can
He tries his hardest to keep the mafia hidden from you
He doesn’t want you to get scared or hurt if a rival finds out about you
Every time you ask he says he’s a businessman
Won’t go into detail about what he does
Never lets you visit at work
Even has the members in on his little lie
You get along with most of the members
Especially Taehyung though
You two bond over your love of kids
Tae is the one who accidentally reveals the mafia business to you
At first you think he’s joking but the worried look tells you everything
You feel betrayed but also shocked at the news
Either way you’re upset so you immediately confront Namjoon
He admits to everything
You two end up arguing and you storm out, demanding he leave you alone
You don’t know what to think so you avoid him
Namjoon is heartbroken
He sends you millions of presents with hand written notes, songs, explanations, apologies, and declarations of love
You have drawers filled with his letters and your phone is blowing up with texts and calls
You’re conflicted at what to do
Even if you forgave him could you really be with him?
The man you love is the most feared criminal boss in the nation
Though he’s also still the same man showering you with affection
Now you have to decide if you want to cut all ties or go back to him
The choice is yours.
Left it a bit open ended because went a little overboard on this one. We hope you like your ship! Feel free to request again!
AU ships are OPEN. You can view our guide here to see what is available and the criteria for the ships we offer. Please also see here for our rules and here to see the groups we currently offer.
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❣ツ✺ for both!
|| Headcanon Meme ||
❣- What calms your muse down?
||Alexander||
For Alexander, if he doesn’t have Cromwell or a friend to help him calm down and come off his rage fueled high he’ll keep going until he passes out, or eats. Mostly just being an ass kisser gentle or providing something shiny like a gem or pretty rock helps calm him down, or a kind touch if you can get that close.
|| Cromwell ||
Taking the time to be away from everyone and everything will usually calm Cromwell down. Being able to leave the castle and go on official royal business just about does it for him. He loves to shop and bring back things for the King, mostly ingredients for his meals. This is when his mind can unravel and wind down, before going back to his duties in the castle.
ツ- Can your muse speak any other language other than their main one?
Neither Cromwell or Alexander can speak additional languages.
✺- Something your muse finds pretty
||Alexander||
Anything jewelry related, gold, crystals and flowers, Alexander finds pretty. Thus why he usually collects and pillages such treasures. Anything gilded and intricate attracts him.
|| Cromwell ||
Cromwell is more partial to nature, the spring and summer months mostly where the land is lush and green and alive. He hated his old homeland, but never stopped loving the greenery from there.
||🩸Accepting🩸||
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helluu yza <333 🫂🫂🥰🥰🥰
i've been doing good overall <33 it comes and goes hddjkd last year ended up leaving a sour taste in the mouth, it's been quiet since 2024 started, not liking it but can't do much to change it either, can you tell i have a hard time letting things go lmao?it'll eventually get sorted out (i hope)
ANYWAY, i decided to join letterboxd community, i am a complete movie person now (if you wanna be moots there lmk), the recent one i watched was "call me chihiro", do watch it when you can, i liked it, AND AND AND there's this indian movie called "three of us" (2022) i'm still recovering from it, people who think 2521 was traumatic wouldn't be able to handle this movie at all, it's about this woman going back to her home town with her husband for a visit after something happens to her, to recollect herself and she meets her childhood friend there 😭😭😭 IT'S LIKE PAST LIVES MOVIE BUT ALSO KINDA DIFFERENT. i love both of them equally. please do watch it if you can't find link i'll send it you <333 there's too many gems i've been finding out about after making an account on letterboxd. ( also i finally watched kiki's delivery service, i had been meaning to but kept delaying it, it's soo good, the kid with specs annoyed me lmao but i got over it quickly (in the sense that i didn't care much about him or his plot hdjskss)
we can always pick up our movie hangouts, feel free to lmk on disc or even if you want ro reach out to say something 🥰 it'll reach me faster compared to here im not much of a tumblr girl anymore it seems
what's new with you? how are you doing?
i hope you're well
i find myself humming to wait so much these days, it's funny because when it was released i listened to it and then never looked back 😭 ( fake carat booo fake ot13 booo 🍅🍅🍅🍅) now it stays rent free in my mind as i go about my day, the dance break towards the ending is so so good, i've been also enjoying yugyeom's album esp summer blues it's so my kind and OMG YES I WANTED TO ASK WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON BIBI'S BAM YANG GANG? 🎤 (atp i feel like i should call myself bibi stan)
thank you for even replying back even though you don't really have to hddjsk i missed you too 🫂 you're so kind to me always <333 sending you more peaceful and good weather days, i hope you are also finding space and time for pausing in between the chaos around you 🥺💌
MA CHERIE 🥺🥰😻😘😚😍♥💜🧡❣💝💞💟💌❤💛💚💙🖤💓💖💗
i'm so sorry to hear that :(( and if it's any consolation, it really is as they say!! all things really will come to pass, it's just a matter of time <3 hope u know i'm always here to lend an ear as well i lov u 🥺
ALSO LOVE LETTERBOXD REALLY IS A FILM GIRLIE EXPERIENCE FDJKJFDJKFD i unfortunately dont have it (shame on me as a prev film major LMFAO) but i'd love to be moots i'll create an acc for u <3 ALSO LOVEEEEEEEE THESE RECCS I'M TAKING NOTES!!! also still dk why 2521 was So Sad for people, i really loved it and just thought it was realistic 😭 AND KIKI'S!!!!!!!!!!!! that was also super fun for me and i loved jiji's little love story line SOOO MUCH
also felt abt that </3 I WAS ALSO JUST GONNA TELL U ABT DISC GJKFDKJFDKJ we really r soulmates atp <33 think i've also been away from tumblr since jan of 2023 now 😭 i honestly just come back during times when my love for the sebongs is Monumental and bc there r svt nets who still dont have admins 😭
the past year has also been super rough for me so i really get u when u said u hope things will sort themselves out soon FDJJKFD but i'm sure it will on both our ends!! that's just how life is sometimes. thank u for checking up on me <333
ALSO SO REAL ABT JUST CHECKING OUT RELEASES AND DIPPING DKJSJKDSS I LOV U SM!! AND I REALLY LOVED ITTTTTTTTTTTTT, think it showed a v different side to her <33 ((although the lyrics are Very Much still bibi, it's just the melody and presentation that gave her a new spice)
AND WHY WOULD U EVEN THANK ME 😤😤😤😤 i should be thanking YOU for the gift of friend chip <33 hope the days r also kinder to u, i'd fight ur demons if i could 😡 LOV UUUUUUU LET'S HANG OUT AND WATCH MOVIES AGAIN TGT SOON <#3333333333333 MWAH
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From the anon who asked about the summaries, I love you for actually posting those screenshots and I'm glad you're enjoying watching something in Portuguese. <3 You're a true gem.
🥺❣ you're so nice.
I just really love crime series and having the opportunity to watch one and talk about it to someone that wants to listen is great (in this case write about it).
(Portuguese is actually my first language 😅, but I'm not from Portugal so I got kinda of lost away from it's TV shows, it's great to be back)
If you ever wanna come out of anon my DM's are open ☺😊
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he loved me on a tuesday, he loved me in spring (tartali, 1/1)
summary: Childe is on assignment in Natlan over his birthday. Zhongli comes to visit.
rating: E
notes: Happy birthday Childe! My best boy & Genshin main; here's to another year of killing things together!
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Zhongli stepped down onto the Natlanese mountain (impressively old; it grumbled at length beneath his feet) and turned his attention toward a familiar pull. He tucked an arm behind him and the other out to occasionally brush the lush, dripping vegetation out of the way as he climbed to meet his betrothed.
Childe, back somewhat turned to Zhongli, was gripping a hissing snake by its body and a pinching hold to the back of its skull, and speaking to it.
“Look, I’m sorry,” he said. “Didn’t realize that was your nest. But you really shouldn’t pick fights you can’t win. If I let you go, I expect your complete surrender and immediate retreat.”
Zhongli smiled, both at Childe offering advice he would not heed himself, and that conversations with local aggressive fauna was how he apparently entertained himself whilst alone. His nature was one of a perpetual light, breezy charm. Zhongli stepped closer, deliberately disturbing the leaf litter so his approach would be heard, and saw Childe grow alert.
“That is a blood snake,” Zhongli said before Childe could launch an offensive. Childe turned, still holding onto the frantically writhing snake. “They are non-venomous, but known for their rather feisty appetites. They will eat scorpions, alongside other large, dangerous prey.”
“This little guy?” Childe peered closer at the snake. “Wow! A true warrior then. I offer nothing but my highest respects, and will wear its bite as I do any other battle scar.”
With that, Childe knelt to set the snake gently on the ground, and for a moment it lay twisting upon itself, arching up to once again bare its fangs in a hiss, before turning tail and racing off into the undergrowth. Childe dusted off his gloved hands, and then turned his engagement ring around his finger.
“I’d ask how you found me,” Childe said, “but I already know the answer. Hello, Xiansheng. To what do I owe the honour?”
Zhongli came closer, keen for little more than to touch after nearly a month apart. Though Zhongli could use both his free time and ability to traverse Teyvat at will to see ever-travelling Childe whenever he wished, there were assignments Childe required privacy for. Whatever he had been doing in Natlan had left him with a sunburn, the lingering bitter scent of old blood under the sweat of exertion, and a curious gem in his pocket which radiated power. Hmm. The local archon may take umbrage with that last detail; Zhongli asked the stone to quiet to a barely perceptible thrum as he took Childe by the hands and gave them a squeeze.
“Zhongli-xiansheng?”
Mortals moved through their conversations at such speed, though Childe was normally more patient than this; it had only been a few moments. Still, it was understandable. Zhongli’s presence was an unexpected variable while Childe was in the middle of his duties.
“I know you are at work,” Zhongli said, “but if there is any day which may call itself exception, certainly it would be today.”
“What?” Childe looked genuinely puzzled. “I’ve been in this stupidly hot jungle for ages ... what is it, Morsday?”
They both smiled at the subtle jest, and Zhongli gave Childe’s hands another squeeze, reassured by how solid and steady they felt. That stone was not one a mortal should likely hold onto for long.
“It is Barosday,” Zhongli informed him, “and also your birthday.”
“Oh!” Childe laughed, giving their hands a playful swing. “Ah, I forgot. Happy birthday to me! Twenty-three and getting cuter every day.”
He winked. Zhongli’s smile grew, heart warm with affection.
“Happy birthday,” he said. “I wish you a year filled with food, and travel, and battle, and love ... and I am here to give you your gift.”
“Present?” Childe grinned, drawing Zhongli closer. “Is it you?”
“If you have the time for such a diversion,” Zhongli replied, confident Childe would take that as a challenge and act accordingly, “but there is also this.”
He freed one hand, plucking the finely carved wooden box from his private realm, and offering it to Childe, who accepted it. He turned it over a few times as if attempting to divine its contents, listening to its gentle thunk at these sudden reversals, and then let go of Zhongli so he could open it, leaning back against the tree he must have found his serpentine friend in.
“Oh! Xiansheng ...”
Childe pulled out the engraved jade dagger, unsheathing it and immediately twirling its grip into a proper hold and admiring its subtle curve, tilting it to examine its edge, and then flicking it over to catch it by the blade and examine the handle and guard.
“This must be ancient,” he said, thumb brushing against the ridged ornamentation of the handle, carved to the shape of a curled dragon preparing to strike. “It’s ceremonial?”
“Yes,” Zhongli said with a nod. “It has a long, bloody history, however. Initially carved by Rex Lapis as a gift for the first Tianquan, as symbol of the trust he was placing in their leadership, it soon fell into new hands when the Tianquan was assassinated by a jealous rival in business, who tore the blade from the Tianquan’s belt in the midst of a heated argument and struck. The Tianquan would be buried with this blade, but graverobbers seeking divine treasures soon unearthed it and it began its travels across Teyvat, being sold to various collectors who each fell to misfortune soon after, as a gift of the divine so corrupted by an act such as murder becomes a lodestone for ill will. When it returned to Liyue’s shores a thousand years later, it was to the point where anyone who grasped it was suddenly compelled to murder.”
Childe had eyes which revealed nothing and a lord’s training in self-restraint atop this, so at times Zhongli, already no specific expert on mortal feeling, found him difficult to read. Yet Childe was also generous with his smiles, and the way his hand tensed on the hilt and wrist idly turned suggested he was imagining these countless deadly thrusts, so Zhongli was sure he must be enjoying this story.
“So you got me a cursed blade? Xiansheng, you shouldn’t have.”
“It is no longer cursed,” Zhongli said. “Though I am sure you would enjoy such a gift, and would perhaps possess the self-control necessary to resist its impulses, the blade has been subject to a long purification process in the heart of Jueyun Karst.”
“Aww.” Childe’s teasing pout soon shifted into a wide smile. “What if I start killing with impunity with it?”
“You may,” Zhongli replied, taking the box from Childe and shutting it so he could return it to his realm; he would place it in their bedroom later. “This would indeed likely return it to its bloodthirsty state. That which is healed still remembers its injuries ... this is, of course, your choice.”
Childe laughed, spinning the blade a few more times, seemingly playful but no doubt memorizing its weight and balance.
“What kind of choice is that?” he asked. “It’s a gift from you, twice over, and you wouldn’t want it to be cursed. Don’t worry, Xiansheng. I’ll keep it pure.”
With that, he tapped the flat of the blade to Zhongli’s jaw before leaning in to kiss him softly, and from the gentle shushing sound between them, sheathed the dagger.
“Thank you,” Childe murmured against Zhongli’s lips. “I love it. I love you. And I love blades!”
Zhongli’s chest thrummed with amusement at that, pressing his hand to Childe’s chest and giving it a rub.
“It is to my benefit you do, for it does make for an easy time, deciding upon a gift.”
“Get me a sword that cuts stone or something next year,” Childe said, shifting so he could use the silken red rope Zhongli had freshly affixed to the sheath to tie the dagger to his belt, wearing it by his Vision, in place of prominence. “Oh, aren’t I lucky ... you coming all the way to this stupidly hot place just to give me a gift ... what a husband he’ll be, they’ll sing in the streets --” (sometimes, Childe was in the habit of going off on a tangent as if he imagined an invisibly audience before them) “-- and really, you must be even hotter than me! You could have worn something light, you know, not that you don’t wear a suit so handsomely. Are you okay? I have a water flask.”
Childe was consummately attentive, a caretaker at heart, and Zhongli surely loved him more than he had ever loved anyone in his long life. He shook his head, with great fondness.
“I am alright. Perhaps you could extend your break a little longer, however?”
“For you? Always.”
“Then I hear a waterfall, a short distance away. Let us take a stroll.”
Childe smothered a giggle, no doubt at a private joke over Zhongli’s formality, and then bowed before taking up Zhongli’s arm as if a young lady expecting escorting.
“Lead away, Zhongli-xiansheng.”
Zhongli lay his hand over Childe’s on his arm, indulging this joke, and they carefully began to make their way through the forested slope, stepping over thick, smooth grey roots which bulged out of the ground and ducking under heavy vines whose drooping red flowers attracted a kaleidoscope of white-and-gold butterflies the size of one’s palm. Colourful birds sailed overhead, a large snake eyed them as they passed from where it was curled around a trunk, and the heavy press of humidity made all of this seem to glisten. It was remarkably beautiful, and alive, and it reminded him of the man at his side, though as a son of snow Childe would likely not see himself in such environs.
“So how are things in the city?”
“Well, though the director declared our last order of pine coffins to have been made of a haunted tree, and is insisting I find a way to earn us a refund without explanation to our carpenter ...”
They caught up over the hike under guise of a stroll, though it was too short a journey for Zhongli to share all he wished to. When they were apart, he would find himself noting the smallest things and wondering what Childe would say to them. Would he be charmed by the way large bees tumbled off the unsteady platform of the neighbour’s underwatered, limp-stalked peonies? Would he like the way Zhongli had reorganized the spice cabinet to place Childe’s favourites near the top? Would he see Zhongli boil too much water for tea, mind on two cups when only one was needed, and feel poorly for it?
They had, in truth, never lived together for any time worth noting, but Zhongli still thought of him often at home, a place that seemed to always be expecting someone it had not had time to learn to miss.
“Now that’s pretty!” Childe tugged Zhongli forward once they broke through the treeline to see the narrow waterfall, tumbling in a slow spray of silver down rocks thick with moss and thick-leafed plants, to reach a deep, clear pool at the bottom feeding onto a stream winding further down the mountain. “And it looks cold ... say, how about a swim?”
Zhongli replied by reaching for his tie, and Childe beamed at him as if Zhongli would have had any reason to refuse.
“Honestly, the heat’s not so bad after a Liyuen summer, but the bugs ... if I start scratching, just pretend you don’t see it ...”
“Hmm. I apologize for not thinking to stop by Bubu’s Pharmacy before my visit for a soothing ointment.”
Childe laughed at that, stripping off his clothes with his usual careless tugs at clasps and seams, though folded them and set them in a neat pile with a soldier’s precision all the same. He gave the dagger a stroke before finishing his undressing; Zhongli set his clothes next to Childe’s, liking the sight of them touching, and then with a whoop Childe jumped into the pond, sending water cresting over its sides. Zhongli smiled, waiting for Childe to reemerge, pushing wet hair back, before he entered at a more sedate pace, happy to give Childe the chance to watch him, which he always did with sharp focus.
“Hello,” Childe said, swimming up, though the pond was not deep enough to need swimming in, and wrapping his arms around Zhongli’s middle to tug him down. “Aren’t you beautiful?”
Childe always said such compliments not so much marvelling, but as if he was satisfied to have observed a fact. Zhongli pushed a stray lock of hair back from Childe’s face, noting that Childe looked a little thin in the face; was it the growing maturity this birthday noted, or was he not eating enough? It seemed more the latter; Zhongli wished he could bring Childe home, and cook for him, though Childe would always insist on helping. He was not an easy man to spoil.
“It is your birthday,” Zhongli said. “I believe it is upon me to observe your beauty, not the other way around.”
“My birthday, my rules, and rule number one says you’re the most beautiful ...” Childe pushed Zhongli through the water, until Zhongli’s back reached the mossy stones which bordered the pond, Childe’s arms preventing any jarring at the sudden move. He was exceptionally gentle as a lover and required urging into more, which perhaps not many would guess at, but he had a steel grip of methodical restraint under his chaos and playfulness. “Though I am also a definite looker, so really, everyone’s jealous when they see us go by ...”
Childe placed a kiss to Zhongli’s ribs. Zhongli relaxed with a fond sigh, tracing a thumb along the curve of Childe’s ear, dripping down to set sway to his earring, and then sliding back to rest on Childe’s nape, rubbing the dip where neck met head, deeply scarred as if someone had once nearly severed his spine. Most of his scars were hidden from the casual observer, and Zhongli had come to learn them all.
“Childe ...”
“Mh-mm?”
Childe glanced up from where he was stroking his hands down Zhongli’s waist, kissing down his chest in a light, teasing way.
“Your birthday, and your rules, but may I make a suggestion?”
“Suggest away, Xiansheng.”
Childe made a show of folding his arms atop Zhongli’s middle and fluttering his lashes, but his patient attentiveness was true, and Zhongli smiled. Childe’s care was noted, and appreciated, in all its forms.
“Here,” Zhongli said, gripping Childe’s broad shoulders and giving a suggesting tug. “Sit on the edge.”
“Hmm...?”
“I wish to taste of you.”
Childe blinked, and smiled slowly.
“Well ...” Childe drew the word out, shifting off Zhongli in a ripple of cool water. “I guess, if you insist ...”
There had been times Zhongli had to insist. Childe was truly a remarkably controlled person, with many walls. Zhongli had felt at times he was an ocean wave hopelessly battering a sturdy seawall, and how strange, to think this mountain would feel such a way about a living tempest.
“I think you must like my insisting.”
“Oh no, Xiansheng, not at all, it turns my poor head.”
Childe sat next to him for a moment with a grin before pushing himself up onto the rocks in a splash. Zhongli moved before him, bracing his hands against Childe’s strong thighs, feeling along the line of muscle and yet more scars. Childe hummed, spreading his legs a little and leaning back against his bracing hands as he gazed down at Zhongli. Zhongli looked back with immeasurable affection, and Childe’s expression softened, usual roguish smiles replaced with a small, gentle one. One of his hands lifted, cupping Zhongli’s face to brush a thumb against his lower lip.
Zhongli caught that thumb between his teeth and ran the tip of his tongue against the callous of it, and Childe’s lashes lowered.
“Hmm ...”
Childe pushed his thumb a little deeper, stroking against Zhongli’s tongue for a moment, thrusting loosely once, twice, coaxing out a heat and a wetness that made Zhongli swallow. He pulled back slowly, and then dropped his hand to his cock, touching himself as he looked upon Zhongli’s parted lips.
“I think you must have heard my thoughts, all the way in the Harbour, because I was imagining just this the other night ... there’s always something a little cute about Xiansheng like this. But if you can read minds, you have to tell me, or I’m going to start embarrassing us both.”
“You could hardly embarrass me when my own thoughts would betray me,” Zhongli replied, watching a droplet of water making its tremulous way down Childe’s flexing muscles, as if seeking to join the wet slide of skin on skin, Childe’s scarred fist about his heavy cock. “To be in bed, or making tea, thinking of how it is to be an unfurled flower in richly tilled soil, dripping with nectar and waiting for your tending touch ...”
Zhongli’s hands slid higher, and one joined Childe’s on his cock, stilling him. Childe let out a long breath.
“And what kind of touch have you wanted, Xiansheng?”
“I could offer you a novel’s worth of fantasies, but simply put ... I want to feel opened around you. To feel you, deeply.”
His thumb against the veined skin, he could feel Childe’s cock twitch at that.
“That can be arranged ... c’mon ...”
Childe’s other hand swept into Zhongli’s hair, combing it back and palming the back of his head, and then pressing firmly down. Zhongli gladly sank, slowly, to continue enjoying the firmness of Childe’s hand, and soon his mouth was where it had longed to be, split wantonly around the thick, eager weight of Childe’s cock; he moaned for the satisfaction of it.
“Ah? What was that sound? You must have really wanted this ...”
Childe slipped his hand free from his cock, leaving it to Zhongli’s touch alone, and Zhongli stroked as he sucked, palm hot and tongue gladly burdened. This was an act he had not been sure he could enjoy, and his lover’s size was intimidating to an effective amateur, but when he had decided to try, Childe had been exceptionally careful with him. He still was, and Zhongli could go flush, to know such a kind side of this man who frightened so many.
He could still smell the blood; he had never thought he would enthusiastically bed a killer, had not dreamed of longing for him, of loving him, but they had come to understand each other, their values and their ambitions and the things they kept in the most secret corners of their heart. It was not a shy, naive love; it was bursting and all-consuming, filling as Childe’s burning heat.
“You’re so perfect,” Childe breathed, hand tensing, blunt nails an eager scrape to Zhongli’s scalp. “So hot and wet ... can I go a little deeper? Mmph ... you like that, don’t you?
Zhongli took him deeper, curled his tongue, worked his hand, from the tenderest skin of the sack up to meet his own lips and feeling their parted slickness, humming in pleasure. Childe continued his praises, his sounds, ever-generous, and then was giving a tug to Zhongli’s hair.
“I’m going to come,” Childe warned. “You wanna swallow, darling?”
Childe’s ‘xiansheng’s were really just petnames, but to hear him use a proper one, as he did on occasion, made Zhongli frisson with want as he sucked harder. Childe moaned, hips raising and hand tensing as he gave a few shallow, urgent thrusts until he spilled. Zhongli did not love the slimy cling of it on his tongue, in his throat, but there was the raw eroticism of the act, of knowing he could take everything Childe had to offer ... but he still preferred having Childe between his legs, and feeling as if Childe was trying to fuck a child into him, planting his seed deeply within.
Zhongli swallowed, with grace if not ease, and pulled back to look up at Childe, whose face was set with a direct, fervent passion he only showed during sex and battle.
“Happy birthday to me,” he said, and his smile returned, nudging Zhongli back so he could slip back into the water, kissing him deeply. He tasted himself on Zhongli’s tongue, sucking on it until Zhongli was shifting against him. “Hmm ... you wanna rinse your mouth?”
Childe shifted back, offering a cupped palmful of water with a smile that was only partly teasing, and Zhongli shook his head with a smile, grabbing that hand and directing it back underwater.
“I would rather you apply yourself to another way to ease my discomfort.”
“Eh? But it’s my birthday, not yours ...” Childe pulled Zhongli into his lap, settling on the shallow bottom of the pond's edge and grinning up at him. “Shouldn’t I just send you home wanting more?”
Zhongli hummed, draping his arms over Childe’s shoulders and shifting to straddle him; Childe’s hands grabbed his hips, their fond, familiar rest. Perhaps an obvious counter to this teasing banter would be to suggest returning such a favour at the end of the year, but Childe would gladly bring Zhongli off through multiple orgasms before considering his own.
“I suspect this would be more of a denial for yourself than me.”
Childe was perhaps too much used to seeing himself as the weapon, the tool, there to act upon others and not to consider himself as a soft thing wanting a gentle touch.
“What are you talking about? I once spent a whole week not masturbating. I’m right next to a monk.”
While Zhongli certainly enjoyed Childe setting their pace and drawing things out, attending to Zhongli so lovingly, he would also see his husband-to-be feel so good as he deserved.
“Shall I step aside to encourage further self-discipline, then? I have many mountains on offer, should you wish to retreat for a year of meditation.”
Childe pulled a face – he was not so bad at meditation as he claimed, though if he were a student under Zhongli’s tutelage Zhongli would consider him capable of reaching greater heights – and sighed dramatically.
“Alright, alright, you win. If it saves me from such a fate, I suppose I can be kind ...”
Childe’s hand danced back, sliding down to rub two fingers against Zhongli’s entrance, and Zhongli arched into the touch, relaxing for it with a pleased sigh.
“Offer me all of your kindness,” Zhongli said, “and I will offer you all of mine.”
“Hehe ... if we weren’t already engaged, I’d say you were proposing.”
Zhongli smiled at that, and dipped his head to kiss Childe, moaning as Childe’s finger curled teasingly inside. When he pulled back to speak, Childe chased him, surging up in a splash of water as his mouth claimed Zhongli’s. Zhongli allowed a few moments of Childe’s eager tongue and lips drawing out a soft, spooling heat from his innermost core before he finally retreated, a hand to Childe’s chest to still him.
“I would gladly propose to you every conversation, until we should be married, and even then, I would ask you again, simply for the joy of hearing you say yes.”
It was important for Childe to know this: Zhongli’s want was such an active, desirous thing that it was almost a need, and he would never let Childe doubt that.
“Ah, Xiansheng ...” Childe pushed a second finger in; Zhongli took in a sharp breath. “I would say yes. Over and over and over again.”
Zhongli smiled, and kissed him once more. The water moved in gentle, lapping waves, rippling out from their joined forms as Childe eked out Zhongli’s orgasm with clever fingers; not long after he was moving in Zhongli, pressing him to the mossy stones as he rocked between Zhongli’s folded legs, sucking kisses along Zhongli’s neck until he was sure to have marks, however little time they may linger. At the urgent edge of his climax Childe was wildly resplendent, taking as he wanted, just as Zhongli liked it, and Zhongli peaked around him with satisfaction and approval dripping off his tongue.
When their coupling was done, Zhongli gazed up at the gap in the forest’s canopy which spilled bright sunlight upon them, watching a flock of long-tailed birds sail overhead as he pet Childe’s hair, his lover contentedly draped against him, head pillowed atop Zhongli’s chest.
“I know well the joys of flight,” Zhongli murmured. “I have seen the furthest reaches of the sky ... but still, you bring me heights I have never before reached."
“Mmm?” Childe gave him a half-squeeze of a hug. “God of Sex right here, I know. I’m so good at so many things I amaze even myself ...”
Zhongli shook his head at the deflection, Childe ever caught up in the steps of his dance. Zhongli had learned to follow the rhythm, though he could not claim to be so good at matching it, and it was not a thing he needed to learn.
“You are that,” he agreed gently, “but you are also someone who makes me very happy.”
Childe huffed, and shifted to kiss Zhongli’s breastbone. Sometimes, Zhongli thought he would gladly let Childe crack open his chest and reach inside. He had no gnosis, but there was nowhere within him he would not let his lover reach.
“You make me happy too, Zhongli,” Childe said, quietly, but not hesitantly. “Happier than I ever thought I could be.”
Zhongli knew well how Childe felt; to dream of a pleasant, unobtrusive retirement, where he could find contentment if not something greater with the weight of so many years and their memories upon his shoulders ... and then to meet a corrupted young warrior from afar, who had worked himself almost unintentionally into Zhongli’s heart, and helped him see all the more he could dream to have ...
“If happiness is the greatest gift I may offer you, then I will ensure you always have it.”
“You’re sweet ...” Childe laughed. “But I don’t know if it’s the greatest gift. I mean, ancient cursed murder knife. Also very neat.”
“Hm. I shall have to peruse my collection, then, and see if I should chance upon another.”
“Zhongli-xiansheng’s armoury ... now there’s a sexy idea ...”
They lingered in each other’s holds for a little longer, talking softly enough that even the waterfall’s laconic tumble downwards covered their words. A private world of their own, in this beautiful corner of Teyvat, free of any pretense or responsibility for a spell.
Time kept its hold, however, as it always did. The sun moved, and Zhongli had to see the carpenter, and Childe had to make for the ruins at the mountain’s peak. They parted, and took a few more minutes to dry in the sun; Childe laughed when Zhongli told him he had installed a new birdfeeder for the sparrows.
“Such an old man,” Childe teased. “Will you show me how to build one, so I can make one for my family?”
“Of course,” Zhongli said, drawing Childe’s hand to his mouth and kissing it. “We may do it together.”
“I know Mama misses you ... we need to let her sigh about what a real gentleman looks like again ...”
This family would be Zhongli’s family; their lives would be each other’s lives. Zhongli had agreed to a proper wedding, but Childe had been too busy for it yet, so Zhongli felt he would offer an elopement before the year was out. Happiness, he found, had a way of encouraging haste, but Zhongli had yet to regret seizing every opportunity he could with Childe.
“Back to my hike I go,” Childe said, giving his new dagger a pat and gazing up at the waterfall, no doubt contemplating climbing up the slick rocks. “Not much longer now ...”
Childe did live a dangerous life. Zhongli did not resent him this, and would not stop him from seeking out that danger, but he knew to value every moment he shared with this warrior.
“And I will see what I may offer our carpenter.”
Childe looked back at him, smiling with great kindness.
“I’m sure you’ll fix it right,” he said. “Zhongli-xiansheng can do anything ... ah. Visit again, in three days? I should be out of the jungle by then. We’ll have a bed and everything.”
“I will,” Zhongli said, and inclined his head. “Goodbye, Childe, and my best wishes again.”
Childe nodded, darting in to kiss Zhongli’s cheek before pulling back with a grin.
“Thank you, Xiansheng,” he said. “And thank you for remembering.”
Zhongli always would. He took one last chance to admire Childe’s colouring against the greenery, the affection in his toothy smile and the way he kept one hand on the dagger, and then left, returning to the steadily banked golden glow that was Liyue, always warming him no matter how far he was from home. Here, atop the cliffs which overlooked the harbour, he took a moment to cast his gaze south-west to the distant pull that was Childe and his ring, before heading into the city with a smile.
Three days. It was not so long, but he would mark the days all the same.
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A ship for the saturday sleepover ❣
I'm a Leo and I'll be really honest here, all the stereotypes apply: I'm loud, super outgoing (I love small talk), kinda dramatic, and very opinionated. Though my friends would tell you that I'm very chill (even if I have been barred from saying "oh it's fine!"). I love black and wear almost exclusively skirts and dresses (jeans were made by the devil), I have several tattoos and have plans to get more (I have 5 and got them all within the same year lol), I also will only wear gold jewelry!
I collect records (and have fought old men at record sales when they go on rants about "how music isn't good anymore" music is for everyone you old bag of bones). I absolutely love baking and have recently perfected my blueberry muffin recipe. I live for live music and theatre (especially a musical) and will find any excuse to go (even if it's a band I don't know) so if you need a concert buddy I'm there for you! One of my favourite things is going out to resturants and trying new things (though it's gotten me in trouble, I'll try anything once haha).
Hopefully that's not too much, but also not too little. Thanks Shelly!!
Oh you sound like a gem! I would have to ship you with Danny!
Now hear me out, this gives off Danny energy! Danny is a social butterfly, always going to shows to watch his friends perform, going out to bars, meeting fans, he's pretty out there. I know he would be absolutely feral over your determination to only wear skirts and dresses. You'll have trouble keeping his hands off of you! ESPECIALLY if he can see your tattoos peaking from underneath your clothes. His finger tips would burn to trace them.
Danny also seems like a blueberry muffin guy and I bet he could give a solid review for you if he tried one!
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hear me out okay, denki but overstimmmeeeddd overstimmmed overstimmed. right into it? maybe? - 🍬
❣ Rating: NSFW (Smut)
❣ Pairings: GN Y/N x Subby Denki
❣ POV: 2rd Person (Om)
❣ Warnings: !TW! SMUT MINORS DNI, sub!denki, aftermath, dumbification, shushing, c*ck-warming, s*xual fluids, overstimulation
❣ Word Count: 220
❣ AN: Hi candie! Back at it again with something- interesting :0 Either way heart go brrr and so does this v*be in denki. I'm thinking this is going to be a continuation of this old gem right here.
"P-please, m-mommy-" the subby blonde whined, his eyes teary as he looked up at you.
His skin was coated in a lining of sweat, his thighs however dripping with much more explicit fluids. His hands shook as he held onto your lower back, his face pressed against your chest as his cock twitched inside of you. He was panting heavily, face coated with tears...
...Not to mention completely broken.
From his eyes to his legs, his body quivered, trembling in a mix of pain and pleasure, drowning in nothing but stimulation.
He'd lost track of how many times he came, he wasn't sure if he would be able to even see straight, soft words surrounded by broken, chocked babbles, as he tried to beg you for mercy.
His shaking fingertips ran up your spine, his face pushed against your chest, whimpers escaping his lips as you cock-warmed him, his hands moving to grip at your shoulders.
He was seeing stars, his words falling apart at the seams as you brushed his fingers through his hair, whispering gently, "good boy" as he whined.
"Shhh" you whispered softly as his mouth gaped open as his forehead pressed against your chest, your arms wrapping around him as you held his shaking body.
"my perfect little spark boy"
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◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ again! Sleepys anon back at it again 🕺💃. I would like to request another private rabbit hat ship please.
Ahh yes welcome back love how have you been? So happy you came back.
Thank you for returning to the magic shop. Your request has been fulfilled, step forward and meet your matches.
How will you meet them though? Are they magic as well? The rabbits will be the ones to decide, what will they say?
Your first choice, Rabbit #3 SUPERNATURAL AU
The rabbit has a strange pendant attached to it. You gently take it and examine the gem in the middle. It’s a deep red color and the room suddenly feels cold. There’s a strong power attached to the pendant and it is begging to be let out. Out of instinct, you rub the gem between your fingers and feel it begin to heat up. There’s a strange fog filling the room but looking around nothing else seems out of the ordinary. You hum and place the pendant around your neck, only to gasp when a hand suddenly reaches out from behind you to place his hand gently over the gem and your heart in the process. You spin around and come face to face with a smiling SEONGHWA
Seems the first rabbit accidentally summoned a demon, though he doesn’t seem too bad, maybe you should keep him around? Or you can just put the pendant back and look at the other rabbits.
Your second choice, Rabbit #6 HYBRID AU
The second you pull the rabbit out of the hat it runs off. You debate if you should follow it but it is back just as quickly as it arrived. However, you noticed it is being chased by a puppy. The creature chases the rabbit around the room a few times before realizing you’re there and running over to you. It sits at your feet and wags its tail happily, waiting for you to give it attention. “Good boy,” you say with a soft laugh as you lean down to pet his head. The second you touch him a flash of light surrounds the both of you. You are no longer touching a dog but are now looking down at DONGHAE. His tail still wagging as he looks up at you with a semi shy expression.
The second rabbit brought you a puppy hybrid, maybe he would make a good companion. Or would you rather try again?
Your final choice, Rabbit #9 FANTASY AU
You feel a small sense of Deja Vu as you follow the rabbit through the back halls of the shop. Passing endless rooms and halls and you wonder if the rabbit is trying to get you lost before you finally reach the end. This door is way fancier than the others and you hesitate going in but the door opens before you can turn back. It seems to be a potion room, multiple cauldrons brewing as you walk around until seeing a cloaked figure in one of the corners. He senses your presence, lowering his hood and turning to look at you. You relax a bit as you see JISUNGS face, motioning for you to walk closer to him.
A warlock, you never thought you would actually meet one in this place. Perhaps you could stay with him, or you could go look for the others again?
The rabbits have done their job, are you satisfied with your matches?
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𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭.
nishimura riki x fem!reader.
in which the boy you fell in love with falls out of love with you.
genre; angst.
warnings; heartbreak.
1.0k words.
not proofread!!
a/n; I would just like to thank my wife @odxrilove for helping me through the writer's block that immediately hit me when I started writing this. dori, you are a gem and I have an extreme amount of love for you in my heart💍❣.
it hurts. it hurts so much to watch the thing you work so hard to keep together just fall apart right before your eyes. and it hurts, even more, when it’s slow. when you can see each piece slowly crumble away into nothingness as if it were never there in the first place. you pretend not to notice it at first. the way riki’s eyes lingered on her whenever she walked by. or the way he smiled so warmly at her whenever she looked at him. or the way he gave her his full attention whenever she spoke to him. but it becomes impossible to ignore when riki started avoiding you as well. he started dodging you, always saying that he was busy doing homework. or he was hanging out with his friends. he was always too busy, too busy to be with you, or talk to you or even text you. and yet he was never too busy for her. one ring of his phone and he answered immediately. one word and he would already be out the door, rushing to her instead of staying with you. at first, you tried rationalizing his behavior, hoping that it was just a phase.
‘all couples go through rough patches’ you thought. ‘we’re a strong couple, we’ll get through this.’
but it was all in vain. riki was slipping through your fingers like sand through an hourglass, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. and as much as it pained you, you had to say something. you loved riki with all your heart, but you couldn’t keep putting yourself through this. you couldn’t watch the person you fell so in love with, fall out of love with you.
you had to speak to him. you had to get it over with, you just couldn’t live like this. it was around 4 am when you called riki that night, hoping that he would answer you this time. and for the first time in months, he actually did.
“y/n,” he groaned over the phone, his voice laced with sleep. “why are you calling me so early?”
he spoke harshly as if you were some rando interrupting him, instead of his loving girlfriend that cared so much about him. it was like there was no more love for you left in him.
“i'm sorry i woke you up,” your voice trembled. “i just- we need to talk.”
“can’t it wait until school tomorrow?”
“no! it can’t. just meet me at the park in front of my house. please?”
“yeah sure, i'll be there soon.” riki sighed before hanging up on you.
you sat on that park bench for what felt like hours, trying to prepare yourself for what was to come. maybe choosing to meet up in the place where you and riki first met wasn't the best idea. it brought back memories, memories of when riki used to wrap his arm around your shoulder and hold you close to him. memories of when he would smile at you lovingly whenever you spoke to him. memories of when riki looked at you like you were the only person in the world.
but none of that happens anymore because he doesn't love you anymore.
"hey y/n." a voice drew you out of your thoughts. it was riki. even in a beat-up black hoodie, sweatpants, and disheveled hair, riki was still the most beautiful person in your eyes. of course he was, you were still in love with him. and that's why this was that much harder for you.
"have a seat, riki. let's get this over with."
riki sat down on the bench next to you, his eyes trained on the side of your face. it was the first time he had looked at you in months but you kept your eyes on the ground. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.
"y/n is everything ok? you seem off."
'wow he actually sounds concerned for me' you thought. but you knew that's just how riki was. he's always cared about others. he sounded like the old riki. the one that used to love you.
"yeah everything is fine. i just wanted to know when you fell out of love with me."
the silence between you two was deafening. it was suffocating you. you looked over at riki for the first time since he arrived, only to see him staring at the ground in front of you.
"y/n i am so sorry." he whispered. "i didn't mean for it to happen."
in that moment your heart shattered into pieces. you knew it was true but hearing him admit to it… hearing him admit it broke you in ways you didn't know that you could be broken. and the worst part was that you knew he wasn't sorry for falling in love with someone else. he was only sorry that you had to find out this way. he felt guilty.
you abruptly stood up from the park bench, facing away from riki. “it’s okay. i'm not mad. i'm just sorry i wasn't enough for you."
that's when you started to walk away. away from all the pain, away from all the love, away from him.
"y/n please! can we talk about this?" riki called out to you. but you both knew that there was nothing to talk about. it was over. there's no point in standing in a burning building as it crumbles into ashes around you.
after letting out a shaky breath, you started to walk away from riki, leaving him alone on the bench. the burning sensation behind your eyes intensified with every step you took from him. the tears were building, but you held them in. you had to hold them, they were your last piece of dignity and you intended on keeping it.
it wasn't until you got back home and were in the comfort of your own bedroom, that you finally let the tears fall. they streamed down your face as you sobbed violently. it was over. and even though you knew this was a long time coming that didn’t make it hurt any less. that night, you cried yourself to sleep, wishing that you hadn’t fallen in love with riki, it would’ve saved you a lot of time and pain if you hadn't.
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Yesterday at the stroke of midnight my Sarah Paulson obsession was reawakened, in particular I really wanted to read some Cordelia goode stories which is fucking odd because I don't watch ahs. Anyway I remembered going through the same Sarah addiction phase previously so off I went to search my reblogged tags, just to find Tumblr had done its magic, hardly anything came up at all. But as each minute passed, the thirst became worse and the fic I wanted became even more specific, a fic about the supreme and her protector and so onward I went with my search, digging through all Cordelia goode stories posted in the past year searching for a fic whose name I did not remember. Some gems were found of course but they were not the ones I set out to find. So my search continued, delayed from time to time by other fics I stopped to read and then I had an epiphany -you fool search through all the blogs you follow before deep diving into the rest of tumblr. That should have been my first line of action but too late now no time for regrets, the sun was coming up and I could no longer fight sleep the search would continue when I woke up. And continue it did, I searched through tags and masterlists, becoming tired once again, close to giving up, maybe op deleted the fic, what are the odds of finding a fic whose name or writer you didn't remember? I decided to reread the Lou Miller fic I came across. It wasn't new to me I've read it more than a few times already it would bring comfort. I finish the fic, it takes me hours inbetween doing chores and preparing meals and then i think to myself, I'm already here I might as well go through the rest of the masterlist and see if there's something else I like and as I scroll down... can you believe what I find?
So this is the first time I've been back on tumblr in months and this was the first ask I went through and I was honestly so invested in your ask that I got right to the end and was like "WHAT? WHAT DID YOU FIND MY SWEET ANON?" Only to realise you meant MY Cordelia fic😂😂
I blame it on the sleep deprivation 😂
But I hope you enjoyed the read for a second time my friend! It is one of my favourites and I loved writing it🥰💗
Also thank you for this, it really amused me and definitely picked up my mood❣
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