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#they’re small enough to get away w not wearing a bra #so i love that #but i wish i didnt have them #bc androgyny

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has this one been done yet

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♪ war ♫ is ♩ over ♬

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babygirl i sit hunched in ways you’d never fuckin believe

#bi struggles #no wonder my back hurts all the time 🤡

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Peak intimacy : Uncontrollable laughter together

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#dare i say kaeya #rosaria sending the pic

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Once again recommending donations to the Palestinian Children’s Relief Fund. Not only is it a credible organization, you can donate any amount, so even if you don’t have much money, you can still contribute what you can towards humanitarian aid in Gaza. It takes donations via credit, PayPal, and mailed checks.

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#at least over 60. #dilf age is like 40-50

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once i heard someone call dabi a bleach character and i have never been the same since

#as in like. that’s where he belongs #now im thinking about hollow!touya

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Reblog and put what you think is the *least* sexual part of the body in the tags

#definitely cocks 🤚

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pregnancy freak satoru who helps you when you shower. he sits you on his lap and washes your hair. rubs your back and belly and all the places that are a bit more challenging for you to reach now that your baby bump is bigger. you can handle it yourself but he insists and always joins. he reminds you how beautiful you are, if not by words it’s by actions—he never fails to get hard and he always fucks you just the way you like, gets you off before cleaning you up. he helps you dry yourself and applies your lotion for you, rubs it gently along the length of your legs as you sit at the edge of the bed, comfortably spreading and your belly hanging between your legs…you’re just so damn pretty with his child inside you and yet again he looks at you with hungry eyes..as if it’s not you but him going through all the hormonal changes…you wonder how his cock can even keep up with this pace—he wants you all the time, every day…“we just showered”, you have to remind him. “we can shower again, i’ll clean my mess”, he promises. <3

#ai. i don’t even #i dont go here to satoru land but #u are one pregnancy freak post away from breaking me #🥲 n i dont need that

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#why not both

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there’s a lot of villain archetypes that i find interesting, but truly none of them will ever be as compelling to me as the white haired cunty grandpa villain

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i have a fellow enby that i work with and i love them to pieces. they radio’d me yesterday asking if i was still there and when i found them i was like “i swore for a second u called me eris and not my gov name and it scared me bc how did u KNOW” nadhndisk BUT THEN THEY OFFERED TO CALL ME ERIS WHEN ITS JUST US AND I SWEAR MY SOUL ASCENDED

#i came out to them when i found out they were enby #they’re the second person irl who knows NDJDJSJ #anyway i love them sm #ive only known them for like 2 months 💀 #everyone at work is rlly accepting of them but the thought of not being accepted is still there and terrifying LMAO

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suggestive content, religious imagery, and scars from piercings (emo teen kento). soft and sweet i promise!

sunday is a holy day.

you and nanami kento go to the church of sleeping in late, finding divinity in one another’s embrace beneath golden sunbeams—bodies dappled by the leaves that sway in front of your bedroom window. you swap devotionals between flesh and sweat and tongue; your harmony rivals sacred hymns, the doves outside the only witnesses to your sacrament.

once you resume your day of rest—chest to chest atop a pile of damp sheets—you trace your lover’s marble profile: severe brow to chiseled cheekbone to sharp jaw. you brush your fingertip upwards, curling around the shell of his ear, settling on the lobe. a faint scar rests at the center, little more than a pinprick.

follies of my youth, kento once called them (rather dramatically, in your expert opinion).

“i still can’t believe you used to wear earrings,” you chuckle to kento, pressing a kiss to his ear before propping yourself up to better look at his face.

“it certainly feels like a lifetime ago,” he murmurs after a moment. a broad hand absentmindedly travels up to stroke your hair; there’s a faraway look in his umber irises, one that speaks of past wounds.

years together means you know how to approach him when he’s waist-deep in the pain of remembrance. “do you want to talk about it, ken?”

his gaze snaps back to you. the hazy film is gone, halcyon as he looks at the love of his life. the smile that graces his soft lips crinkles his eyes. strong arms wrap around your waist, not a sliver of distance between your bodies.

“no,” he whispers. “thank you.”

#boost! #for the nanami lovers ✨