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iverna · 1 year
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trust him, he's a professional
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prankprincess123 · 2 years
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Part of the reason that Han, Luke and Leia work so well as the main trio is that they're all mistakenly under the impression that they're the sane one in a 'two idiots and the voice of reason' trio trope. Like "Somebody has to save our skins!" and someone has to stop Han and Leia from murdering eachother mid lovers spat, and someone has to keep the twins out of trouble involving force nonsense. And they're all equally as much trouble as eachother, but they all think they're the only sane person. And it's wonderful.
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iamharryhale · 2 months
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Chim: Would you ever date a girl who’s taller than you?
Eddie: No way.
Hen: Woah, bit shallow, isn’t it?
Buck, very tall: Yeah, man, what’s your problem with height?
Eddie, very gay: Oh, believe me, it’s not the height I have a problem with.
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lulila-safu · 4 months
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we got 2 klassic ninjas with demon girlfriends
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lovemly4 · 1 month
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HE GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES
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Pairing: BestFriend!Felix x Reader
Warnings: Smut, best friends to lovers, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it please), blowjob, facesitting, semi public sex (??), praising, aftercare, explicit language, MINORS DNI 18+
“And… Done! Good job, you can rest now. We’re done for today” my choreographer says, turning off the music and handing me a bottle of water.
I chug eagerly, exhausted by the practice. Today has been particularly hard for me and I don’t exactly know the reason behind it, but now I find myself sat against the mirror, catching my breath as if it was the last.
“I’m leaving, are you coming with me?” my teacher asks me, waiting in the door frame
“No thanks, I think I’ll practice again a couple of times, then I’ll call it a night.” she nods, waiving her hand as her figure disappears behind the wall.
I wait until my heartbeat slows down, boringly scrolling through my Instagram feed, and I come across one of my friend’s latest posts.
And damn, he was devilishly handsome in that picture.
I’ve been friends with Felix for a long time: he was one of the first people to approach me when I got accepted into the dance school, and in one way or another our teachers noticed the alchemy between me and him.
Since then, they paired the two of us for many choreographies.
But that’s it.
No romantic feelings between me and Felix.
No love, no lust, no desire.
Just a really deep friendship.
But then why do I feel that burning feeling in my heart whenever he’s around? And why do I crave his presence when he’s not?
I force myself out of my thoughts, getting prepared to practice again.
I get in position in the middle of the room waiting for the song to start, still chewing on those memories with him.
The door suddenly opens, letting someone burst in and invade my bubble of thoughts.
“Hello love, missed me?” a joyful voice says, tossing his bag on the empty sofa in his trajectory.
Speak of the devil…
I turn to face him, an expression of fake-annoyance on my face while he walks in where i stand.
He picks me up and we twirl together, gently putting me down and pinching my cheek while he smiles at me.
“Wasn’t your teacher supposed to be here today? Has she lost hope with you? Poor thing. “He looks around panting, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“You clown. She was here five minutes ago, must have sensed you coming and decided to sneak out.” I flick his forehead, earning a laugh from him “but you can stay here if you want, I’m almost done”
He nods and makes his way to sit on the sofa.
Being a professional dancer, I usually don’t mind people watching me; but there’s something about his gaze that makes my skin burn like a hot sun, leaving me raw and exposed.
I start dancing for the hundredth time this day, even if I feel that my movements are not fluid and confident like they’re supposed to be.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by him, of course, and he walks towards me.
“What’s going on with you today?” he sweetly asks placing himself behind me. He grabs my waist with his right hand, and gently holds my arm up with his left.
Our eyes meet in the wall mirror in front of us: he’s warm, and I can feel his breath on the nape of my neck. I helplessly shiver at the feeling.
“You’re stiff. I’ll help you with this move, alright?” he moves our bodies together as one “just like that”.
His warm voice, his presence, his body against mine make my head spin, holding onto his arm as I turn around to face him.
“Already trembling like a leaf and I haven’t almost touched you.”
Shit.
My eyes widen in shock at his words, heart going crazy in my chest. He holds my head up by the chin, lips brushing over mines. His steady gaze burns on my skin, still sensitive from his body against mine.
“Who thought I could’ve had you in my arms like this all along?” his voice is deep, hot with lust and desire, and his breath is fanning against my lips.
He won; he knew it. And I let him.
His presence had always filled me, from day one. I was just too blind to see it.
“please” I beg him.
I don’t like the way my voice sounds, it’s whiny and shaky, and we both know he’s the only person who causes it to be like that.
“Please what, love?” his expression is serious, he’s eager to hear me beg again for him.
But I don’t have time to try and speak once more, the fire in my core is demanding.
I pull him down to meet his lips in a chaste kiss, soon to be replaced by tongues fighting and teeth shattering against each other’s.
He picks me up, blindly heading towards the sofa as the kiss gets too heated to just stop. I lose myself in his flavor, my hands find his hair at the base of his head, slightly pulling and feeling the soft strands between my fingers.
That’s when I know I won the jackpot, he pulls away and tightens the grasp on my butt cheeks.
He puts me down gently, sitting beside me as I climb onto his lap. His hands are on my waist, slightly gripping while I trace gentle wet kisses on his Adam’s apple.
His skin is hot, sweet, and it smells like him.
Confident hands rise my shirt, taking the fabric with him up my head to remove it.
“Lix, are you sure?” I look at him worried, suddenly realizing that we still are in a public place.
“They all went home, it’s just us in here” he smiles reassuringly, leaving a small peck on my lips.
I chuckle and tug at the black fabric of his oversized shirt, lazily resting on his upper body.
He lifts his arms to ease my work and I can’t help but stare at his toned body, my hands flattened against his waist.
Everything is harmonious in this man; he doesn’t even look real.
He knows he looks like an angel, and he makes sure to make you feel heaven.
My mouth traces a long line of kisses down his waist, hands following my movements as he throws his head back in pleasure, abs tensed and the tent in the middle of his joggers more and more prominent.
I palm his manhood through the fabric, feeling the outline of it and eager to feel him wherever I can take him.
I pull down both his pants and his boxers in one movement, freeing his half hard cock that now rests on his lower abdomen.
I take it in my hand, slowly pumping it and spreading the little drops of precum down his shaft; he’s hot in my hand, prettier than I imagined.
His breathing is heavy, trying his best not to let moans escape his mouth.
“Don’t hold back Lix, let me hear you.”
He smiles, hissing at my words, stroking my hair and tangling his fingers through it slightly pulling, guiding my mouth down his member while our eyes never leave each other’s.
“Fuck- you’re so good, just like that baby” his words are strained, breathy, almost forced to come out and threatened to be interrupted by his low moans.
I take him in my mouth: he’s deliciously heavy on my tongue, the salty taste of his precum mixing with the sweetness of his kisses.
He stops my movements, smiling reassuringly at my confused face.
“Don’t worry love, you did nothing wrong. But I could cum just by looking at you, and we don’t want that to happen so soon, do we?”
Cheeks blushing, I clean the spit in the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand, eyes following Felix’s movements as he gets comfortable laying down on the sofa, his head on the arm rest.
“Come on pretty girl, sit on my face” he states, patting his chest.
I stand there, unable to put together enough words to express my confusion.
“But- are you sure? What if I hurt you?” I stutter in disbelief.
I sit there shocked, unable to understand if my confusion is given by his request or by the excitement in anticipation.
But it doesn’t feel wrong, at all.
It’s intimate, and I know that I can trust him with my entire heart.
I climb on his chest, his soft and delicate hands helping me strip out of my shorts and panties.
He doesn’t waste time and quickly grips at my thighs: he’s not rough, but he makes me feel safe.
And incredibly horny.
And by the way our eyes talk I understand that he knows what he’s doing and what I’m thinking. He always knew.
We always knew, after all.
I align my bare core to his mouth, still unsure of how much weight to put on him.
But he’s impatient, he’s not worried at all, he grabs the flesh of my thighs and pulls me down in one quick motion.
He licks a long strip, flicking his tongue on my sensitive clit. His tongue is wet and warm against my cunt, feels molded to do that job, and his lips surround his work, stroking the labia from time to time.
God, who thought he could be so nasty?
He alternates between fucking my hole with his tongue and giving attention to the bundle of nerves, and I can’t help but moan his name like a mantra.
I soon feel the familiar knot forming in my lower abdomen, hot and delightful.
“Ah-Lix, please don’t stop” but he didn’t even think about it, not when he has me shaky and whiny under his hands.
I start grinding and fucking myself on his face, his nose hitting my sweet spot with each thrust, chasing my orgasm; his fingers dig in the meat of my legs, as he brings up a hand to massage my breasts. He flicks the rosy bud between two fingers, playing with it, soon starting to make me lose control.
I feel my blood boiling, heat in my whole body while his mouth and fingers work the magic.
“Fe-Felix, ngh- gonna cum” I beg while grinding his face and tugging at his hair. My orgasm is soon to come, crashing down on me and making me see stars, leaving me shaky while he works his way through it.
I move away from his face, freeing him of my grip on his head.
My juices are on his mouth and chin, glistening with the dim light of the room. He’s such a view.
“I could’ve bet you tasted divine” he states licking his lips while I catch my breath, fucked out expression on my face.
“Look at you, already so drunk and I didn’t even start” he whispers, moving a strand of hair out of my face kissing me tenderly, as if he waited years to savor this moment and finally fate was on his side.
But we did, though. Idiots in love, just too stupid to see it.
He moves us putting me on his lap, letting me do the rest.
“Let me, I can do this” I swear reassuringly, his dark half hooded eyes staring at me.
I lower his joggers where they were moments before, his still hard veiny cock slapping against his tummy.
I gently stroke it, spitting in my hand and spreading it evenly, while he grows impatient and low groans make their way out of his throat “Don’t tease, please” he begs.
I smirk, aligning it with my entrance, the wetness of my previous orgasm enough to make it slide in easily.
We exhale once it’s fully in, like we’ve both been holding our breath, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes and his mouth hanging open.
He places his hand on my hips, helping me set the pace as the other one finds my breast. Felix has a weakness for tits, noted.
I grind myself on his dick; I can feel his silky skin under my hands, flattened against his abdomen. The tip is hitting the right spot inside me, my clit brushing against his pubic bone feels delightful.
“Fuck- darling you’re perfect, such a good girl for me” he whimpers, noticing my thrusts getting weaker.
He hugs my waist to lift me up, my breast in front of his face in the motion while he starts relentlessly thrusting up, loud skin slapping noises and our moans filling the room, making the filthiest melody we’ve both ever heard.
He brings his thumb to my mouth, wetting it enough to stroke my clit, gently flicking it and making me drip even more.
I feel my orgasm approaching once more, the sight of Felix’s fucked out expression adding to the tingles bubbling in my tummy.
“I’m- close” I manage to say between breaths “I know baby, hold on a little longer” he moans out against the flesh of my shoulder slightly biting on it, the sting of the action just adding to the pleasure.
“Felix, I can’t, please” I cry out against his neck, too fucked out to form a coherent sentence
“Cum baby, go on” his hips stutter against mines “gonna cum inside you, alright love?” he asks, but i don’t even have the time to say anything before our highs crash down the both of us, leaving us a hot mess.
I pant against his chest, heat fading and leaving space to the cold air in the room. He strokes my hair, leaving gentle and sweet kisses on my forehead.
I look up into his eyes: they’re glossy, and a strange glow enhances the color of his iris. Keeping a steady hand on my waist, he uses the other one to open his bag and pull out a clean shirt.
He cleans the both of us, paying extra attention to where our bodies where still connected. He looks for my clothes, helping me getting dressed and handing me his bottle of water.
We lay there, my eyes getting heavy as he talks quietly in the emptiness of the building.
A loud noise startles me, immediately searching for Felix’s eyes.
“Oh… yeah. I might have forgotten about the cleaning women” he states, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.
I cover my face with my hands exhaling exasperated
“I can’t fucking believe it”.
a/n: Hello! First smutty one shot here, so it might be highly improvable. Let me know!!
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thefrsers · 11 months
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#help her jesus #her children are idiots
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hotcinnamonsunset · 2 months
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Just finished my first shift🥰 Ahhh. How was it?😏 You know. Pretty quiet😁
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flimsy-spine · 2 months
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my favorite madney scenes: [18/?] ⇢ Sink or Swim, 3.02
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blueaiyuice · 3 months
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combine the earthrealm gang and the fuck-up-shang-tsung-and-quan-chi gang and you get this
based off of this tweet
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rikan-oo · 5 months
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Well
YJH side eye screenshot fits here perfectly
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Eddie: How do you tell someone you like them without telling them you like them?
Buck: I don't know, just compliment them?
Eddie: Have I ever told you how nice your hair looks?
Buck: Yeah, try that on them.
Eddie: They're really oblivious, though.
Buck: Maybe just tell them you like them, then.
Eddie: I like you, Buck.
Buck: Yeah, exactly like that!
Eddie:...
Chim: OH my god.
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hoodie-buck · 3 months
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—duck!buck ✨christmas edition✨ is here! thank you to everyone who loves my silly little jeep ducking shenanigans. wishing y’all a merry ducking christmas 💚❤️
rated: t | words: 18.6k | read on ao3
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“Ok, so I have them all categorized. Do you want them by year, color, or season?”
Eddie’s eyes widened with a bit of fear. What the hell had Athena gotten him into?
“Um, how about you tell me about your ducks first…what kind are they?”
Buck deadpanned. “Rubber.”
Eddie shook his head, trying to hide his surprise as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Buck let out a cackle, startling Eddie a little.
“You didn’t think I was talking about live duck’s did you?”
Buck said it like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world, as if any of their conversation had been semi normal.
“No, I guess I’m just—confused is all,” was what Eddie settled with. Buck shook his head as he tapped at his clipboard.
“You’ve never heard of Jeep ducking?”
Eddie shook his head as he turned on his blinker. “Can’t say that I have.”
—or—
The 1 time Buck gets held at gunpoint and robbed of his ducks, and the 6 times Eddie replaces them. Eddie’s a cop, bucks a firefighter, there’s rubber ducks, what more can I say?
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menace-behaviour · 11 months
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Eddie: *Yelling in Spanish angrily at Chimney*
Chimney: *Over his shoulder* Buck, I’m gonna need your help in here! I can tell he’s mad at me but I don’t speak Taco Bell.
Buck: It’s cool, I got this. I speak Portuguese, its basically Spanish.
Eddie: *Spanish gets louder but is now angrier and in Buck’s direction*
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iamharryhale · 10 months
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Eddie: Buck kissed me.
Karen: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
Eddie: It was unbelievable!
Karen: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
Maddie: Ok, all right. We want to hear everything. Karen, get the wine and unplug the phone. Eddie, does this end well or do we need to get tissues?
Eddie: Oh, it ended very well.
Maddie: 😮
Karen [getting the wine]: Do not start without me. Do not start without me!
Maddie: Ok, all right, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like, was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a, you know, a “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?
Eddie: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then, oh, god, and then we just sort of sunk into it.
Karen: Ok, so, ok, was he holding you? Or was his hand like on your back?
Eddie: No, actually first they started on my chest. And then, they slid up, and then, they were behind my neck.
Maddie and Karen: Oh!!!
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Buck, chopping onion: And, uh, and then I kissed him.
Albert, sipping his beer behind the kitchen counter: Tongue?
Buck: Yeah.
TK via FaceTime: Cool.
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its-your-mind · 5 months
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Can I. Just say. both of these two Know that Anna Croft betrayed Yu Junghyeok during the 46th scenario of his last regression using her prophet powers to circumvent his expectations for the future, thereby literally turning him into her LITERAL SLAVE for the rest of that life, and he spent the whole time literally wanting to kill himself and regress but she would not let him.
AND YET.
When BOTH THESE IDIOTS meet him for the first time, their FIRST VERBAL DEFENSIVE MEASURE/PITCH FOR ALLYSHIP is “WAIT I know the FUTURE and I can HELP YOU! Specifically, I can help you in that one VERY SPECIFIC scenario where you got fucked over last time! Ya know, when the person you were rolling with, the PROPHET who knew the FUTURE? That time she betrayed you? I can totally help you out with that one. Because I know the future. BUT DONT WORRY THO I’m SOOOOO chill and you can totally trust me forsureforsureforsure anyway wanna be besties and travel the world kicking star ass together?”
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monomonommonn · 2 years
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at the end of the day..
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