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aealzx · 1 year
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“....Hey Donnie?”
“....I miss you…”
“....I miss the times your music would sometimes rattle the subway cars.”
“I miss how I’d hear you cheering from your lab when you figured something out that had been troubling you for a while.”
“I miss when you’d stumble into the kitchen in the morning, still half asleep but not wanting to miss another breakfast. Somehow you always knew when it had been too many times, and we were getting worried about you. So you’d show up even if you hadn’t slept much, because it made us feel better.”
“I miss being able to try cooking new things, because sometimes the old recipes were just too much, or not enough.”
“I miss how your phone gives us a second light during movies, because it’s not enough to keep your mind busy. But also when the light disappears, and I turn to see you staring with big eyes at the screen because it does catch your interest. And you end up shushing Leo for teasing you about being a nerd. Or the better times are when you’re both excited together over the movie.”
“I miss bringing you drawings, because the ones you have are too old and needed an update.”
“I miss when you’d carry on and on about something that you couldn’t make sense of, and that never made sense to me. But then you’d suddenly get it and run off in excitement.”
“...I miss all the little things you’d do….”
“It’s not the same. You being here, but not moving.”
“.... Those flowers you planted ended up blooming like you said. Blue, purple, yellow, white, red, and orange. They’re really pretty. I would have drawn them, but I can’t really draw right now. So I took a bunch of pictures instead. I hope……”
“…. I hope you wake up soon so you can see them for yourself….”
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Sometimes I want to do too many things at once, so give my friends a list and let them choose. This time wys picked self indulgence |DD Here you guys go too. Post movie ideas
I actually inked this one, and then tried to shade, but got fed up and gave up XDDD
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mochinomnoms · 4 months
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Cling azul clingy azul clingy azul. Kisses for azulito. Azulito deserves many kisses
BESITOS! MUCHÍSIMOS BESITOS, MUCHÍSIMOS PARA EL AZULITO MI AZULITO AZULITO AZULITO AAAAAAAAAAAAAA BESITOS BESOSBESOSBESO!!!!!!!! EL MERECE MI AMOR, MI CARIÑO, MI TODO LOS BESOS NO SON SUFICIENTE—
*ahem*
If you're like me, and insist on showering Azulito (he begs that you don't call him that in front of others, especially the twins) with kisses and kisses galore, you better commit to it!!
You better let him cling to you as you cuddle and smooch in his large bed, he's exhausted after a long day's work. He needs this, he needs to wrap his arms (just the two never seems enough sometimes) around you as you lay on his chest with his weighted blanked on top of you both.
Complain that it's heavy, but he insists if he's to take you back home that you start becoming accustomed to the pressure of the ocean and his 8 tentacles around you. No, you are legally obligated to spend at least one hour with him every day after 5pm per your relationship contact.
(Note that, it's not an actual contract. He's made very few since Leona destroyed his collection, saving them for emergencies and things of personal importance. He has one waiting for you to sign in the future, glittering gold with the words ENGAGEMENT CONTRACT on the top.)
For now, though, he demands that you let him indulge in your affections, exclusive to him (and maybe Grim). Leave lipstick marks on him, one specifically on his collar, Why are you so surprised? It's so that he can brag about getting such a wonderful, beautiful, enchanting, loving partner. Azul's so surprisingly affectionate in public, an arm wrapped around your waist so that his hand rests on your hip, rubbing any exposed skin there. He's bringing you closer, preening when you place a hand on his chest for stability. That's right, he's YOUR stability in this crazy world. He's delighted that everyone else can mope and stomp around, jealous as you place another kiss on his cheek. All these single-fucks can seethe and cry about how he, the Azul Ashengrotto, can show off his pretty eye-candy of his arm with a self-satisfied smirk.
You're his partner, his beloved, his his his! You, to be frank, had the opportunity to choose celebrities, princes, heirs, future kings. You had the cream of the crop, really. But none of them met your standards, only him! He wins! Ha! Ha ha ha! Now, let's go back to the bedroom, he's in need of your sweet embrace and would like to make out with his partner! HIS!!!
Ha, ha, HA!
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forza55 · 8 months
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oh. oh.
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nerdyvocals · 11 months
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Something I need to see in season 2: at least one full episode of Nancy being the best ally and coming up with increasingly batshit excuses for why Cynthia and Lydia keep disappearing together until Cynthia is ready to tell the other Pink Ladies
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Simon meets Fiddleford
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(i love you, i love you (kill me in the morning) ; bonus part)
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kenjaku rests on a tatami mat, admiring the ephemeral glow of the starry sky.
it’s a sight to behold, truly: the infinity within it, blooming endlessly across the milky way, before his very eyes. that swirling of indigo and pure white. endless possibilities, just out of reach — so close he can almost reach out and touch them, feel them glide across the skin of his fingertips.
slowly and sweetly, savouring the cold air, he ponders. legs crossed, hair swaying gently in the summer breeze; about this, and about that. about a plan that’s been resting in the back of his mind for thousands of years.
he wonders if there is any way you could be of use to him. 
without too much contemplation needed, he decides that there isn’t. that nothing about you could benefit his goal, that there’s nothing your presence could possibly accomplish. that you have no place, in the world he resides in, no place in the narrative of the story he is crafting. no place in the clash between curses and sorcerers and everything in between.
(and kenjaku understands, without needing to peek into his host’s memories, that perhaps that is exactly why suguru geto loved you.)
he goes to visit you, anyway. just for the fun of it, just to satisfy the ingrained urge his body has to do so. and it’s fascinating, it truly is — the fondness that sprouts in the confines of his chest when his eyes meet yours. a childhood muscle memory, one this body could never fully rid itself of. 
it is nothing short of horrified, the expression on your face; you look like you could pass out any second, and kenjaku finds it just a little bit amusing. 
but he bites back a laugh, and his lips curl up into a smile. not the smile of a people-pleaser, nor the smile of a liar, but the smile of something rather monstrous.
kenjaku does not think you will figure him out. he does not think it possible. how could you possibly? with such miniscule cursed energy, without any concept of the soul? 
and yet you do.
you tell him that he isn’t suguru geto, and you’re absolutely right. and now, kenjaku is maybe just the slightest bit intrigued.
(how strange. how amusing.
is there really no limit to what love can accomplish?)
eyes shining with barely contained, gleeful curiosity, he takes a step forward, and you call out for a dead man. a ghost. kenjaku does not expect anything to happen, because how could it?
— a hand comes up to squeeze at his throat.
it is a firm grip, with strangulation as its intended purpose. a lethal kind of ferocity. almost desperate, primal, like a mother wolf protecting her cub; the pads of his lithe fingers press into the sides of his own esophagus, and prevent any air from entering his lungs. those chipped nails dig into his pale skin, vicious and ruthless, hard enough to draw blood.
it is violent, it is gritty, it is devoted. an instinct of the body, as natural as the beating of a heart.
kenjaku can’t help it — he chokes on a laugh, as suguru’s hand curls around his throat. within the vice grip lies an old promise, molded into the very fabric of his being. a promise that transcends death.
he’ll protect you forever. 
kenjaku smiles, all teeth. drool dribbling down his chin, neck bruised and bloodied. pondering; about this, and about that. about two children by a dusty summer creek.
(no matter what, huh?
— such a fool.)
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ex0rin · 6 months
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Hughie Campbell | The Boys S01E05: Good for the Soul
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hargrovesswifee · 1 year
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The Duffers knew what they were doing when they gave us injured, shirtless, Jean Jacket Steve.
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nickybloodhead · 6 months
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Kinktober day 29: Breath Play
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James had you in missionary, his hands holding your thighs to keep your legs open while he was balls deep in your eager hole. You scratched his back every time he buried himself deep in you, his hips bucking in a relentless rhythm.
James had been so needy after being out all day, his impatience had driven him to wake you up in the middle of the night just to fuck you once and for all; he kissed your collarbones and breasts, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.
"I can never get enough of you baby, you're like a fucking addiction and I want you so bad" His hands let go of your legs to caress the contours of your body, he cradles your tits and kneads them as he sucks one of them. He stops laying on your body and kneels to fuck you harder, he rests a hand on your neck gently, it makes your brain melt and you moan desperately.
You grab his wrist and force him to tighten his grip on your throat, you bite your lip and squeal as you feel the slight pressure, but you need more, he seems surprised by your reaction but gets the message, he chuckles and squeezes your throat a little harder.
You cling to his arm and gasp as you feel his thrusts getting rougher and rougher, his fat cock is stretching you deliciously, the pre cum and your slick helping to make the slide smooth and fast.
"Come on James, you can choke me better than that" With your voice cracking you tell him in a teasing tone and wink teasingly, he raises his eyebrow and smiles sideways, his hand wraps around your throat tightly, clench as his hips crash hard against your pussy, the bumps hard enough to move you off the bed.
"That's the way you want it, huh? I was trying to make love to you but you're the filthy one who wants it rough" Shortness of breath makes you gasp at his words, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you, he grunts keeping his firm grip on your neck.
Your walls contract around his length, you're close as he is, his hips stutter in his thrusts, your mouth hangs open as you watch him lose control, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.
You bring your hand down to fiddling with your clit, make circles over the swollen bud until you feel the climax flood your body, with his hand wrapped tightly around your throat and your back arched you cum, wave after wave of your wetness dripping around his girth, you gasp for air and moan his name repeatedly until you're done. His hand withdraws from your neck, you feel him pull out of you, you see him masturbating on your belly, his head turned back with his mouth open, his chest damp with sweat and his fist pumping his cock until he milks the last drops of his cum.
Your chests rise and fall, trying to even out your breathing, you smile sleepily at James, take his hand and pull him to lie down next to you. You snuggle against his warm body and drift back to sleep.
And finally, it's here... I don't know about you, but I hate family reunions, they're always so uncomfortable.
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strangersatellites · 9 months
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dustin making the comment one day, eyebrows furrowed and voice suspicious, “i thought that scar on your neck healed up already?”
steve’s hand flying up to his neck because it did. it did.
he flinches at the tender feeling and briefly wishes that eddie would spill something on his last clean pair of jeans. maybe that he sleeps through an alarm.
quick on his feet he rattles off something about “new laundry detergent. gave me a rash i guess.”
thinks that sounds better than the truth.
better than “that’s where my boyfriend squeezes his hand around my throat when we have sex.”
dustin doesn’t need to know that.
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booperesque · 2 months
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are we unpacking this
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apricotmayonaise · 5 months
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don't you know that you're toxic
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cherrise-rose · 6 months
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imagine a small town having an annual mechanical bull riding contest but for overdue pregnant people
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h-doodles · 9 months
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Connection // Consumption // Possession is my way of Love & you are mine as i am yours, various - a web weave for it's quicker & easier (to eat your young) by @pinkcannibal 💖
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americanflagcumrag · 4 months
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re: my last post, im glad its not tank top season because these are much harder to play off
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