#service based

[sayakame]

Just gege washing his San Lang’s hair 🧡

[kuni-kuun]

Love language

[chloesimaginationthings]

Bro how did you get on haiku bot again!

I DONT KNOW,, Thank you again Haiku bot for your blessing 🙏🏾

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[heavenbarnes]

What is older bf Simon’s love language? How do you think he best shows his love?

oh, acts of service- without a doubt in my mind our older bf!simon shows he loves you through acts of service

to him, love is stored in hot water cylinder- the one he fixed after you complained about it literally once

it’s stored in the grocery bags that he refuses to let you carry yourself- he’ll take 100 trips as long as you don’t have to take one

it’s stored in the petrol tank in the car- the one you never have to fill yourself, you just have to sit pretty

it’s stored in the plate of food and glass of water he’ll bring you- you never have to ask he’s just always thinking of you

it’s stored in the hot drink you always wake up to- he’s an early riser and wants you to wake up happy

it’s stored in the jacket he keeps in his car- just in case you forgot one, in case you want options

it’s stored in the outside rubbish bins at night- he’ll take it out your hands so you don’t have to make the three steps out the back door

simon’s love is stored in the fact you’re the first and last thing on his mind every morning and every night

[viviaj]

a man who just wants you and needs you and would do anything for you (gone sexual)

// this is a self-insert.. it can be abt anyone u want ;3 !! but if u need some help: atsumu, kaeya, zoro, wriothesely, shoyo.. literally anyone that’s funny but also ;) KUROO

he’s been making you laugh all night. lighthearted conversation not slowing down, and countless attempts at getting you to roll your eyes at him. he looks good, too, like, casual good. black sweats and freshly washed hair.

he’s sitting on your bed, feet flat on the floor looking up at you as you go about your business. he’s a strange guy, he says something unfunny, yet its hard to not laugh. its cringey and genuinely stupid, yet comforting all the same.

you’ve been parading some new clothes on for yourself, styling pieces for him to nod and approve at. the way you move around is everything to him. he could just watch you, permanently. he wouldn’t need his phone, or a book or a computer. just you.

and that has him hard in his pants. just watching you do your thing, your glow from previously being out, with friends and at the shops— it didn’t matter.

“hey,”

“yeah?” you cheerily turn toward him, eager to keep conversation alive.

“come here,” his smile has you complicit, walking over to him, “wanna sit?”

you look down.

eyes fluttering between how hard he is and his eyes— at how fast this all changed. he’s so pretty and you just want to nod and nod and nod to him, that you’d do anything with him.

“yes, i do. yeah, okay. i don’t wanna hurt you, though, so—”

“here,” he interrupts you, guiding your hips down, “yeah, just like that,” the genuine smile on his face gives you courage.

neither of you dare to move once you’re fully sat, no one shifting or grinding, just resting on each other.

“do you feel what you do to me?” he almost laughs in exasperation. everything he says is so genuine, “i’m hard just thinking about you.” the honesty hurts.

the man underneath you is everything. he’s so sincere now that he’s not trying to make you laugh, not trying to make you roll your eyes at the stupid things he says. he doesn’t have to work for your attention.

“can i move?” you whisper, his cock so painfully there. your eyes don’t move from his.

“yeah, just— shit,” he hisses, “fuck. slowly. just rock back and forth a little.”

and it’s so easy. it’s so easy and he’s looking right at you and he’s telling you how good it feels, and god, don’t you know how long he’s wanted this for?

“is this okay? i mean, does it feel good? am i doing—”

“perfect,” he reaches a hand up to the back of your head, “it’s perfect.” his large hand pulls your head down to his, face to face with what you’re doing, who you’re doing.

he looks down at your lips, breaking the unbreakable eye contact you’d had so far, and presses his lips against yours. your hips stutter here and there, unused to the motion, but desperate to keep it there.

“let me take care of you.”

you nod.

his hands are polite on your hips, firm in how he handles you. he slides himself to the head of the bed, patting right between his open legs.

“saved you a spot,” he grins. and you remember this is the same man from an hour ago. you roll your eyes, yet sit right there, your back pressed to his chest, “this okay?” he says with his hands so close to your waistband. you nod again.

“you’re very compliant with me.” he says, and there’s nothing— no words, that could justify that. because he’s right, “i almost expected you to laugh at me more.” his slender fingers dip beneath your clothes, and he’s kind of an asshole, but he’s touching you so nicely.

“oh,” you grab onto his wrist, “feels good,” he nods against your skin.

his other hand just wants to feel you. the outside of your neck, the crease in your elbow. the curve of your ear, the shape of your breasts.

it’s obsessive.

your head drops onto his shoulder, your eyes turning to meet his and you realise he’s been looking at you this whole time. you avert your eyes, a slight red brushing your cheeks.

he’s still looking at you with a slight smile on his face. “you shy?”

“a little,” you reply for integrity’s sake.

he absolutely beams.

all the while you can feel him right against your back. he’s right there. just playing with you, hooked on every whimper and moan and twitch he can get from you.

“i’ve been waiting so long for you, you have no idea.” his sincerity is overwhelming and so are his fingers.

you nod. because that’s all you can do. “another, another. please.” you pant towards him.

“another what? tell me what you want.” he’s smiling, you can feel it.

“finger. please. can i, please?” oh, he melts. your voice softening for him and your body tense against his cock, he feels like he’s going to cum in his pants. he might.

“of course. whatever you want.” his free hand glides against your jaw, fingers grazing the side of your neck. he needs to kiss it, and bite it and leave something there. maybe as proof that this is real, that he has you how he wants you. feeling good.

so he does, he laps at your neck slowly. his fingers don’t stop fingering you, but he raises his thumb to rub at you. and that has you really going. twitching back into him, jumpy moans and sweet noises coming from you, uncontrollably it seems. your hand goes to cover your mouth.

“don’t ruin a good thing, baby. move your hand. let me hear you.”

“it’s embarrassing,” you stutter out.

he grins again, teeth grazing your neck. “i know. it’s okay.”

and it’s when you cum, with hips bucking and hand gripped onto his wrist, that he doesn’t stop.

tears well up in your eyes, “i came. i came, i came,” you chant, maybe he didn’t notice, maybe he didn’t realise.

“i know.” there’s no emotion in his voice, he’s so concentrated, so invested in what he can get out of you. what sounds, what actions, the way you move. it’s like he’s on a timer, he only has so much of it with you and he needs to milk it to its fullest.

“it’s sensitive, please. it’s too much,” tears well up in your eyes.

“you gonna cry?”

you nod against him.

“i’m sorry,” he presses his lips to where he’s bitten your neck, “brave girl. tough it out.”

what he says leaves you with no choice. something clicks in your head and you nod over and over again.

you whine and cry, blubbering words and sentences that don’t make sense. sensing that you’re going to cum again, you push against his fingers.

“don’t. stay still.”

“i can’t,” you whine, “i can’t again.”

“you can.” he smiles. he smiles and smiles and all you can do is twitch and cry out.

and when you cum for him again, pleasure overwhelming every part of you, he flips you onto your back, strong hands gently laying you back.

“my turn,” his grin melts as he presses the head of his cock into you. he preens at the feeling of you hugging him, “oh fuck. feels perfect. you’re perfect.”

your eyes scrunch closed, blubbering like someone who’s forgotten speech.

he’s sliding in and out of you, wanting to feel every single centimetre of himself in you. it’s heaven and he can’t believe that this will have to end.

your head starts to hit the soft headboard, tears still pilled up from the overstimulation on your body.

and then it just stops. he pulls out of you.

“back to you baby,” his hands slide against you once more, and you know it’s going to end with you sobbing against him.

a fun night.

[thelastharbinger]

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Tenoch Huerta on why the idea that “hard work always reaps its rewards” isn’t true. Talent and hard work alone doesn’t guarantee entry into certain spaces (you’ll always be sidelined even when you’re included), but it will determine your longevity once you force your way in.

[charrchan]

making him into a nitotan style mini figure :)

[transredguy]

ok gif pfps dont work anymore i guess but that wont stop me from showing my creation. i sent his ass to deviantart 2012 and hes not coming back

[stealeroflemons]

the idea of adam parrish naturally slipping into his core of all cores henrietta accent around ronan lynch comparing it to feeling sunlight on his skin and warming him in such a soft and comforting way is deeply personal to me thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[sctumsempra]

this is so incredibly self indulgent but. hear me out

[captn3]

until next time.... stay fresh [plain text: until next time.... stay fresh]

[blaithnne]

Look at her pretending she’s thinking about something. She’s never had a coherent thought in her life

[expederest]

[medi-bee]

"it'll be fun to draw lots of feathers” do not listen for that is the devil talking

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[beaft]

if i think about job hunting too much i get so angry that my face blows up and goes bright red like a person in a cartoon. so i try not to

[yveltalreal]

you guys NEED to stop using emotional support pokemon and service pokemon interchangeably BECAUSE THEY ARE DIFFERENT THINGS OH MY GOD

a service pokemon can be brought into public places like stores, schools, and restaurants that may otherwise disallow pokemon to run free. an emotional support pokemon is not really legally recognized. you dont have to register anything as an esp or get any training. an esp is not legally a service pokemon. THERE ARE psychiatric support pokemon but theyre technically considered service pokemon and do need training and to be registered.

the only requirement for an emotional support pokemon is for it to comfort you and for you to want it to be your emotional support pokemon. for a service pokemon a doctor or psychiatrist or therapist or like literally whatever needs to agree you need that aid, it needs to have formal training, and it needs to be legally recognized for it to be allowed to be brought with you in public.

please for the love of arc stop using the terms interchangeably because theyre different things with different laws surrounding them in different regions