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prosperdemeter2 · 22 hours
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WIP Wednesday - watermark
When I tell you I had to fight the GODS to get this posted, know that I'm telling you the truth. Accept this... not so kind offering 🩵🩵🩵🩵
He couldn’t stop shaking. 
It wasn’t even cold, but it felt like it. The air conditioning in the house had broken a week ago, and Eddie had dragged his heels all up and down their local Target complaining about the prices of a replacement, and he had only shut up about it when they had ended up at Home Depot and all of the units there were about a hundred dollars more. So it was working, and Buck could feel it settling on his skin like pinpricks of tiny, cold icicles digging into the parts of his body that weren’t covered in clothes. But it was about eight six outside, and the air conditioning needed to be on because, otherwise, Christopher would be complaining about how hot it was and Buck didn’t think he could handle hearing that, thank-you-very-much. Not on top of everything else.
So Buck was shaking, the air conditioning was on, and he had been home for approximately ten minutes and locked in the bathroom for nine of them. 
He didn’t know how he had convinced Athena to go home. He didn’t even know if he had convinced her. But she hadn’t gotten out of Bobby’s car to go after him, and Buck didn’t know if that was better, or worse, than if she had insisted on following him inside. 
Evan couldn’t do this, really. Eddie’s things were everywhere. The sink was his. The house was his. The kid was his. 
Evan was just… he wasn’t even Buck. He was Evan. But Buck was lost somewhere in hospital hallways, or maybe he had never been taken out of the hospital in the first place, or maybe he was still on that street, swimming in Eddie’s blood and -. 
The water was hot on his hands. A juxtaposition to the air conditioning on the back of his neck and goosebumps were instantly rising on the backs of his arms. 
When Evan was eleven, he had turned on the water in the bathroom so hot that the next day he had gone to school with a dozen sensitive red splotches on the backs of his palms. No one had said anything, but why would they when usually showed up to classes with new bruises and scrapes? You hurt yourself when you need to focus. 
Are you hurt? 
He shut off the water with a viscous twist of the knob and gripped the sink instead. 
Pull it together. He told himself and refused to look in the mirror. 
This might be a little big on you, it’s Bobby’s. 
On the back of the sweatshirt was Nash in big, bold, white letters. On the front was 118 at the bottom of the firefighter’s emblem, Captain emblazoned in red at the top. Just like his helmet. Too long at the sleeves, a pinch too big at the shoulders. It didn’t quite fit. It didn’t quite feel right. 
Evan was shocked he could even feel anything at all, anymore. 
He was well aware of delayed pain. It had existed within him long before the explosion that had nearly taken his life. There had been a time where little Evan Buckley hadn’t even known he had a broken rib for two weeks before he had been walking home from school and realized it hurt to breathe. Doctor Ocampo said that probably had something to do with safety. The neuropathways in his brain were all fucked up from the abuse he had suffered as a child that now his brain and his body didn’t know how to properly communicate anymore. He was in his bathroom, it was hours after what was rapidly becoming the worst day of his life, and his wrist was finally starting to pierce, his knee was finally starting to scream, and his neck was starting to pull. The doctor had walked him through his own list of injuries - bruising on the elbow, a shard of glass or ten had ended up all the way up his arm, but the piece that had lodged in his wrist had been the only one that needed stitches. His knee was twisted, the good knee, this time, not the one that tended to trip him up. The muscle in his neck was most likely just strained - a side effect of being tackled, quite literally, into the pavement without a helmet. 
Slowly, he lowered himself onto the closed toilet, one hand on the cold porcelain of the sink as if to brace himself, and his sleeve (Bobby’s sleeve) pushed up, the elastic around the wrist brushing against the white bandage obscuring the stitches. 
The laundry basket, full and stuffed right in the middle of the open closet door, mocked him. 
Eddie had said he was going to do it when he was done with his shift. 
Stupidly, Evan laughed and then slapped a hand over his mouth as if to quiet it and keep it locked inside. But, well… the laundry wasn’t getting done now unless Evan did it, huh? Just like he had said it wouldn’t. 
I’m just going to have to do it anyway. 
No, no, let me do it. 
You always forget. 
Okay, so let me remember. 
Maybe he’d leave it for him. Maybe it would just never get done. Maybe, if he left it where it was, it would… “Fuck.” Evan breathed, dug his bruised elbow into his bad knee and hid his face. It wasn’t wet anymore, no, Athena had taken care of that, and Evan knew he had a habit of making people worried when he didn’t have the correct emotional response to big, life changing events and he, really, probably should have been an emotional mess. 
Shock, Hen would have said and sat with him, her hand rubbing a warm circle in the middle of his spine. You’re just in shock. 
Shock, sure. 
That was… all it was. Shock made sense, medically and emotionally. Who wouldn’t be in shock after….
Prep an OR.
Sir, you have to let go. 
Please. 
“Buck?” Christopher knocked on the bottom of the door loudly with the bottom of his crutch. 
Are you hurt? 
“Is dad working late?” 
Buck stood up, the pain sliding from the front of his mind all the way to the back and cleared his throat. “Give me a second, Chris.” He washed his hands with lukewarm water and knocked the closet door shut on his way out of the bathroom, the laundry disappearing from view as it clicked closed. 
There were more important things. 
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alltoowsll · 7 months
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lmao some swifties went and offered tlaloc (Aztec rain god) a friendship bracelet asking him to stop the rainstorms during the Taylor concerts in Mexico 😹
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btw yes it worked
and yes, the people who did it are Mexicans, born, raised, who have lived their entire lives in Mexico
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cutie-lumi · 1 month
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The love potion 💙❤️
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gomzdrawfr · 4 months
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FUCK IT WE BALL
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greeedsisland · 16 days
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neil definitely did a daniel radcliffe and wore the same outfit for a month straight to piss off the news reporters
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pixiecaps · 2 months
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Roier: I'm going to tell you something Bobby, yeah? I was very sad. I was very sad because you have uncles that have betrayed me and look Bobby... (Removes armor to show scars) I actually have scars here Bobby. I hope this never happens to you. I- I'm gonna take care of you so this never happens to you Bobby, okay? This will never happen to you Bobby. As long as you're with me this will never happen to you Bobby. You have uncles that have betrayed you- I mean who have betrayed me and have left me scars but it’s okay Bobby. It's okay, Bobby. Sometimes- sometimes life is complicated. Sometimes life can be cruel but not with me Bobby. I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take care of you, my life.
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vague-humanoid · 3 months
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ocean-ai · 3 months
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Day 7 - Sunwoo
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Pairings: Suwoo X Female Reader
Genre: SMUT
Word Count: 1,002
Warnings: (PHEW OK) Unprotected sex (Don't do it kids!), spanking, doggy, Slight Dom! Sunwoo, sorta rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, (if i forgot something I'm sorry)
So much for watching that movie, you thought to yourself as you were face down in the pillows; Sunwoo behind you, lining his tip with your entrance. You shivered as he teased you with the head of his cock, coating it in your wetness. “Sunwoo please,” you whined, just wanting him to rail you into the bed. Sunwoo had been edging you all night and you were fed up. But, you knew that if you were bratty about it, he wouldn’t give you what you wanted. 
He smirked and leaned down to kiss your shoulder. “Since you asked so nicely,” He had one hand on your hip and the other on his cock. He ever so slowly thrust himself inside you, making you moan and whimper. You knew he was doing this to tease you since that’s what he loved doing and secretly, you loved it too. 
Sunwoo started off slowly, wanting you to feel every inch of him. And you definitely did. You already felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as he kept a steady rhythm inside you. Your body was shifting on the bed with each thrust, your moans getting louder each time your hips collided. Sunwoo loved hearing the sounds that were coming out of you - it always egged him on to want to fuck you harder. He still had every intention of starting off slow, but you felt so good around him that it was hard to keep a slow pace. 
You felt him move faster and it got you so excited. You loved when Sunwoo would fuck you like this; being his little fucktoy brought you so much pleasure. You felt his hands tighten on your hips as he harshly thrust into you. You liked that he wasn’t always the most gentle with you; you didn’t always want that and Sunwoo knew it. You were the perfect match for each other. 
“Oh god!” you moaned into the pillow when you felt him angle his hips and his tip hit your spot. Sunwoo smirked to himself, seeing how your body moved with his. He groaned when he felt you tighten around him. He wanted to prolong this as much as he could, but he couldn’t help himself when he went faster. You just felt too good around him. But, he slowed his hips down slightly since he had something in mind. 
One of Sunwoo’s hands had moved from your hip and he smacked your ass. The sting makes you moan and clench around his dick. He chuckled, “That’s right, you’re into that,” then he spanked you a few more times. You could feel yourself drooling into the pillow from the combo of his cock and his hand. You wanted to be mad at him, but it all felt so good. Sometimes you wished you never told Sunwoo about the spanking thing. 
All you could really do was take it as he thrust into you. You tried to match his hips, but he kept changing his pace that you had a hard time keeping up. But with each movement, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. This was Sunwoo’s favorite position, he loved when you were at his mercy like this. You preferred some others, but you definitely enjoyed it when he’d use your body like this. 
You felt your mind go numb as your orgasm approached. All you could do was moan and grip the sheets. “Sunwoo, I-I’m so close,” you mumbled through your moans. 
“I know,” he said as he moved faster, chasing both of your orgasms. All you could do was scream and moan as your orgasm hit you hard. Yours triggered Sunwoo’s and he started to pull out of you, but you moved your hips back. Sunwoo was surprised as you’d never done that before, but he was so far gone in his pleasure that he couldn’t move fast enough. He came inside you and you moaned feeling his hot seed coat your inner walls. 
Exhausted, you giggled as Sunwoo stayed inside you. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder before he slowly pulled out. His cum leaking from between your legs and dripping down your inner thighs. Sunwoo looked at the mess that you both shared and he felt his cock twitch.
You had finally caught your breath when you felt Sunwoo’s tip at your entrance again. You turned your head to face him and his eyes met yours. You could tell that even though he came, he wasn’t finished with you. Neither were you. 
Sunwoo’s hands were back on your hips as he slowly thrust inside you again. You both hissed from the oversensitivity, but it felt so fucking good. Sunwoo’s thrusts were sloppy, but neither of you cared. You were both trying to chase your second highs. Sunwoo moved one of his hands down to your clit and he rubbed it in time with his thrusts. 
Once again, you were a whimpering mess as he kept up his movements. He could tell that he was close to coming a second time, but he wanted you to come first. The sloppy sounds that filled the room made everything hotter. You and him had never done this before, but you liked it a little too much. You figured he did too considering he kept going. 
Sunwoo was close, so he moved a little faster. The overstimulation becoming only slightly painful as your second orgasm took over. You felt tears form in your eyes as you moaned his name for the enth time that night. Sunwoo had cum quickly after you did; his cum mixing with yours a second time that night. He finally pulled out of you, but not before rubbing his tip against you, smearing his cum with yours. You shivered and moaned one more time. You felt your hips fall down on the bed, giving you time to catch your breath finally.
Sunwoo laid down next to you, and he chuckled. “That was hot,”
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Truly everyone.
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tanked-up · 4 months
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Price: What’s your reason to get up in the mornings
Soap: I like spending time with ye’ people
Ghost: I wanna check if my mouse trap worked
Soap: Accidentally stepped on it, LT…
Ghost muttering: It worked…
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gritpyre · 1 year
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serotonin has left me at the present time so i had to draw something to cheer myself up
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roses-fallen · 3 months
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don't talk to the man with silver butterflies they said
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forthetaintedmemes · 10 months
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Chuuya: Ok I'm leaving.
Dazai: No you're n-
*looks down and sees a salt ring around him he can't cross*
Dazai: ?
Chuuya: Catch me if you can "Demon" Prodigy.
*drops salt canister and leaves*
Dazai: WHAT KIND OF BLACK MAGICK IS THIS?!
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seleneisrising · 1 year
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Yup.
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karineverse · 2 months
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Fuck you
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towering-book-piles · 2 months
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Maverick and Slider took off their shirts in the volleyball scene to both show off to each other and get a look at the other.
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