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#LETS BANG
retquits · 4 months
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see what they don't tell you is that you HAVE to make the most self-indulgent ocs and self inserts to inject into your favorite media and to have the most tender moments with your favorite blorbos and to live out every fantasy and tragedy your heart desires. you just have to
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chrisbangs · 11 months
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Bang Chan Doing That Move
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proxythe · 3 months
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yukaris 3rd awakening
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mo-mode · 3 months
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We’ve all heard of mansplaining. Now get ready for: PJO book purist-splaining. It’s like mansplaining, but every time you even think about liking a change made in the show, they jump down your throat with “ACTUALLY in the books…” because the show is “doing it all wrong” and the change is “so out of character” and “doesn’t even make sense :/”
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chibiveneficus · 3 months
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isami has two hands
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mouseshift · 3 months
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WHERE IS SHE ???
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shu-porang-porang · 5 days
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I just found this and I feel like a Victorian man seeing the sinful ankle of a lady 😳
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mitten-kittens420 · 11 months
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I love how Mac and Dennis are always like “eww u stink Charlie u smell so bad u smell dead and rotting” and then they sleep like this
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Like guys make up your mind. Is he the grossest person ever or do you want his heartbeat to lull you to sleep?
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paintedpatroclus · 2 months
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friend’s forever, right?
this work has been in my drafts for forever but i got to join @xpaperheartso in making work for their fic for the steddie bang!
(i’ll add the link when the fic goes up asap!!)
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elhnrt · 2 months
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Madara has always been quick to anger and nothing works better than to deny him any sort of satisfaction. “I don’t belong to you.”
fanart of another one of my favorite scenes from @fashionredalert's to love you madly
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harmonictechnicality · 11 months
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Steve wakes up around three or four in the morning almost every night. He’s always careful getting out of bed. Small movements, slow footsteps. Minimal bones cracking. Doesn’t want to wake Eddie. Not that he needs to be this careful because his boyfriend could sleep through several natural disasters (and if someone bothered to wake him in this scenario, he’d put an impotency curse on them or some equally fucked-up shit). 
But that’s one of the reasons why they work. Not because of the sad-dick curse thing. They just exist on different sides of the scale. The raging insomniac and the deepest sleeper known to mankind. It balances out in the weirdest possible way.
Still… he’s always careful. Can never be too careful.
Steve doesn’t really do much when he wakes up at this ungodly hour. He sort of walks around their duplex, drinks a glass of water, opens a window to breathe in that pre-sunrise air. It fills his lungs up differently than normal air. At least, it feels like it does.
Like less people are breathing it in. Like he can take up space without feeling selfish. The logic doesn’t really add up but whatever. Concepts like logic and science are overrated at four in the morning.
After another lap around the place, he slides back into the covers, drapes an arm over Eddie’s waist. His t-shirt is rumpled up to his chest, so Steve is met with linen-warm skin. His fingers curve into Eddie’s sides, pulling himself closer. 
Steve yawns, breathing out all of his pre-sunrise air. Inhales the scent of his boyfriend instead. Smiles like an idiot into the pillow because it’s totally a fair trade.
And Eddie… well, he doesn’t even budge - doesn’t even stir when Steve settles in next to him. He just continues to wheeze through his nose, mouth slightly open. Not quite a snore, but Steve will probably tease him about it in the morning regardless. 
This right here. This makes Steve’s shitty sleep cycle worth it.
The sun pokes through the window blinds. Eddie pokes Steve’s cheek. Too much poking going on for Steve who definitely didn’t get enough sleep, per usual.
“You got up last night.” Eddie mumbles, still lazily poking him. 
“How’d you know?”
“Bed felt different.”
Oh. The way Eddie says it. A crash of honesty. His voice sounds weathered, unused from sleeping. Barely awake. It sort of hits Steve’s heart like a crime he didn’t even know he was capable of committing. 
Honestly, he doesn’t get why last night would be any different. Steve gets up most nights, not just last night. But Eddie looks particularly wounded by this (new) realization, so Steve probably shouldn’t point that out right now. Maybe in the afternoon when Eddie is more alert. Less… offended.
“Well, I’m back now.” Steve grabs Eddie’s index finger, the one poking him, and places it over his own lips. Bites at it gently till Eddie pulls away in protest. He’s smiling as he swears. Lets out a string of half-hearted threats about how he’s gonna pour Steve’s hair supplies down the sink for such a vicious attack. 
It’s a little irresistible when Eddie gets like this. When he’s the pouty one instead of Steve. All he can think to do is reach out, curl his hand underneath Eddie’s chin and pull him in. Eddie moves so easily, gives up his one-sided fight long enough to kiss Steve. Hands running up his back, legs hooking around Steve’s thighs.
Drowsy, morning kisses are so good. So, so good. Their lips feel heavier, their motions feel thicker. Every touch is guided by pure need. Steve fucking needs this, to feel Eddie curving into him, arms framing his own, groaning every damn time they break away. It all makes Steve feel needed too. Needed by the guy who changed the trajectory of his life by asking Steve to ‘hang out or something’ two years ago. 
Or Something turned out to be absolutely everything.
“New rule.” Eddie huffs, drags his lips down Steve’s jaw. “For every hour you spend awake during the night, you owe me.”
Steve laughs. “I owe you, huh?”
“Mhmm. You owe me an extra hour of wallowing in bed together in the morning.”
“What about work?”
“The hours will have to rollover, I guess. Accrue interest.” Eddie lifts up from Steve’s neck, eyebrows raised. Clearly having too much fun with this. “We can hash out the details over coffee and burnt toast.”
Typically, Steve would play along, continue the little comedy routine that Eddie starts up. But he’s so damn tired from the lack of sleep and early fucking wake-up call. So instead, he tugs Eddie back down by his collar and whispers, “Whatever you say, baby.”
Because that’s what it boils down to. He’d do anything for Eddie to kiss him this deep, till their lips blister and their jaws ache. Steve would give every fragment of lovesick happiness in his heart, just to hear the way Eddie says his name all breathy and raw. 
He can’t say that out loud, dear god no. Eddie would mock his ass into next century. So Steve just hums into Eddie’s mouth, twists the collar of his shirt enough to permanently wrinkle it. They’re verging into that gray area between cable-approved makeout sessions and dry humping till the alarm goes off. If there wasn’t an alarm to worry about, Steve would already have Eddie’s boxers already his ankles and moaning his name the way he likes it best.
Whoever invented alarm clocks are the ultimate boner-killer.
Steve ducks his head into the crook of Eddie’s neck, lays a few quick kisses on top of his shoulder. Hopes that translates to, ‘I wanna suck you off till there’s nothing left, but I’m a boring fucking adult with a boring fucking job.’ 
The translation must be clear enough because Eddie rolls off of him and heads to the bathroom. Seems just as grumpy about it as Steve. Good. They can be cranky together.
When he comes back out, they get ready for their respective work shifts. Steve looks over, watches Eddie struggle with a tangled portion of his hair, before giving up.  Accepting defeat way faster than Steve ever would. “Uh, Eddie?” He tries his best to hide his snickering through the question.
“Yeah?”
“Why does it matter if I wake up sometimes?” Okay. Most times.
“You’re gone.” Eddie shrugs. “Simple as that.”
The reaction is too mellow for Eddie though. Shrugging and dismissiveness? Nah. He’s downplaying the shit out of whatever he’s feeling, and Steve’s not having it.
“What do you mean it’s simple?”
“It’s just… I don’t know. Doesn’t seem fair.” Eddie checks the clock, then sighs. “I want more time.”
More time? More time with Steve or more time in general? Either way, it doesn’t add up. They’re young - they have all the fucking time they could ever want. Also, they live together and have all the same friends. It’s not exactly a logical theory.
Then again, neither is Steve’s ‘pre-sunrise air supply’ theory. None of it makes sense. But at least they’re here. Wanting fresh air and each other. That’s enough logic for a lifetime.
“Hey.” Steve walks over and takes Eddie’s hand. He taps over his ring finger, the one that symbolizes something they can’t have. Not now, not in this society. Still. It means something. So he stares intently at it, rubs over the place where a ring might sit. Thinks that Eddie would pick out something bold. Something gaudy and perfectly him.
More time. Steve gets it, he does. He releases Eddie’s hand and nods. Smiles.
“I’ll steal us as much time as I can, Eddie Munson.”
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bigcatbulges · 8 months
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Source - salz_sop
(Artist's Booth and Pixiv)
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cricketandclover · 1 year
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LOVE FROM THE OTHER SIDE
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minhosblr · 5 months
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Stray Kids ☆ '락 (樂)' Studio Choom
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christronomy · 3 months
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sugar daddies (maybe slight pervs?) chan and changbin who enjoy giving their bimbo/sugar baby reader the best princess treatment by getting her everything she wants, especially cause she likes clothes. they absolutely loooove when you dress up cause cause you always wear the skimpiest clothing—thigh highs that are super tight they make the plushness of your skin spill over the fabric ever so slightly, the thinnest shirts that show your bra and nipples and short skirts that just barely cover your ass, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. they enjoy the thrill of being able to bend you over any surface in the huge house they got for you and lift up the skirt anytime they want, ruining your cute pink cotton panties by fingering your puffy clit through the fabric, and it makes you sad, but, "we'll buy you new ones pretty angel," changbin says as him and chan exchange lustful gazes. they want to absolutely ravage you right now.
they loooove that you're so sensitive and responsive, and how you can get so uncontrollably loud at times too. chan would be the one pinching your clit gently through your already drenched underwear, coaxing out yet another orgasm from you while changbin plays with your tits, suckling on and gently grazing his teeth against your nipples. they know that even if chan wasn't touching you, you'd definitely still cum just from the stimulation bin is giving you alone, but chan is enjoying this too much—the pathetic little puppy like sounds that escape your lips and the way your thighs tremble every time he so much as grazes his fingers over your clothed pussy, and god do they look so pretty in those thigh high socks you've got on. it makes him want to rip the fabric off, bury his face in between them and give you another reason to whine so pathetically, "like the dumb little slut you are," he'd say.
he's too impatient to undress you or himself so he just tugs your underwear to the side, pressing two fingers into your sopping hole and curling them just the way you like, reveling in the way you jolt and let out a squeal of surprise. they've already got you where they want you—all dumb and fucked out. you're their pretty little fuck doll and you best believe they're gonna have their way with you, taking turns filling you up til your body gives out.
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brambeag · 8 months
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g + v 🦄
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