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draecys · 5 months
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handsy jjk men! . . . ( gojo, geto, toji )
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handsy gojo! who loves skin to skin contact. it's cute when he needs to be holding your hand or have an arm around your waist - but you bend over to pick something up and he's immediately humping against your ass, as if you can't literally feel him fake fucking you right now.
"mhm— no," satoru whines, fingers digging into the flesh of your waist, pulling your ass flush against his bulge. "toru, you're so childish..." you sigh, but instead of him easing off where he's bent over your body against the kitchen counter, grinding his hardening cock against you from behind...
"f-fuck, stay still." satoru drives his hips forwards, humping against you like a dog in heat, a patch of wetness forming on the front of his sweatpants from his cock drooling precum. "could cum jus' from this, angel. you're gonna let me? please, need it so bad..."
and it's embarrassing because he gets so hard from it that he just can't help himself! please just let him cum!
handsy geto! who loves kisses. he always needs to kiss you and it's filthy, so sloppy — your mouths make the most outrageous sounds and he doesn't even care to pull you out of a crowd, he's making out with you and shoving his tongue into your mouth, moaning when he pulls away and there's a string of spit connecting you two.
it starts with a peck on the cheek while you're smoking together, like always. but then, somewhere along the way—
"ew, sugu!"
"hm?" suguru's mouth leaves your neck with a wet pop! he's hardly listening to your ranting, really, but can you blame him? the dark haired man licks a stripe up your throat with his tongue, metal bulb of his piercing giving you goosebumps. "just so pretty, baby... don't want me to kiss you anymore? 's that it?" he whispers.
and you cave, like always.
"yeah?" suguru groans, kissing you with a hot, open mouth, soft smacking sounds of tongue against teeth and spit against flesh drowns out your whimpers against his lips. "you like that sloppy shit?" he sucks on your tongue, going in deep for a searing kiss, intensifying the makeout to the point where you feel lighthead.
the moment you're about to gasp for air, suguru leans back and there's a string of spit connecting you two. as if to add insult to injury, he darts his tongue out to lick your lips clean.
nasty, the way he likes it.
handsy toji! who really doesn't care. when he gets horny he needs you. on the subway ride home his hand is under your skirt, cupping your pretty cunny through your panties, rubbing his thumb over the wet patch, dipping his finger under the fabric to flick your clit a few times just to see you squirm a bit. but when he's done playing with you? yes, he will pull your panties to the side and yes he will finger you and make you cry even on a crowded subway.
"keep em' open." toji grunts against your ear, curling his fingers inside your sloppy cunt the moment he feels you start squirming like a bitch in heat, desperately trying to hide your quivering thighs with your skirt.
it's embarrassing, sitting on his lap on the subway and hearing all the lewd noises your pussy makes around his digits with each pump. "toji— mmph—! wait—!" you whisper shout, hanging your gaze to the floor, hips subconsciously grinding back onto his hand, thighs slapping shut with a wet smack at the stimulation.
"what did i say?" he dips his head in the crook of your neck, stilling his thrusts, edge of his rough palm snug against your throbbing clit — a punishment. "fuckin' brat, look at the mess you're makin' on me..." he uses his other hand to pry your thighs wide again.
his pants are damn near soaked and you're on the verge of tears when he shoves his fingers in deep, only to still them, drawing out your orgasm. "c-can't—wanna cum— shit!" you slap a hand across over mouth when it comes out louder than you intended, a few strangers gazing over at the scene.
"oh? did i say you could cum?" it's like you did toji's job for him. because he starts scissoring you open, daring you to make another sound. "exactly, now quit whinin' and take it — know you can do it f'me, doll."
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pendragonsclotpole · 3 months
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question for my fellow merthur compatriots, i recently started reading a merlin canon fix-it where merlin’s modern name was emrys hunithson, and like i love that name, touching, meaningful. but that and another post on this website has me thinking about the lovely alternatives merlin might use as his name in a modern world.
like yeah, he could go by merlin emrys, merlin hunithson, emrys hunithson
but imagine if he took up the last name pendragon.
1500 years pass and merlin’s traveling the world as merlin pendragon, as emrys pendragon or better yet
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ambrose pendragon.
merlin signs all his contracts and credit card receipts with the name a. pendragon.
arthur and the rest of the roundtable + gwen + morgana return but can’t find merlin. WHY?
because they’re looking for the wrong name.
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shiftythrifting · 2 years
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my first time going to an antique store today - no idea if the order was intentional, but WHERE did they get that t???
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harrylovesspaezle · 3 months
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put some respect on taika's name.
there aren't many acting performances that have actually made me scared but taika in that storm sequence? the murder suicide scene? confronting frenchie? gravy basket? i was nervous!! this is genuinely one of his best performances to! date! i have seen him act in many things and i am not messing around when i say that this man a fantastic fucking actor.
taika can do scary talented things and i am so fucking tired of it being overlooked. give that man some respect, without him that show is nothing and you all know that
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chimchiri · 7 months
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Secret love letter ??? Who could it be???
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rcbertleckie · 3 months
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masters of the air · part two
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mymycorrhizae · 4 months
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Nat Sakdatorn as Art Parkin
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acknowledgetheabsurd · 2 months
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I understand your discouragements, your sorrows...  If you can't write anymore, do what you want, I will always understand. Of course, it will be sad on days without you. But I trust and love you. Don't let yourself go too far into inertia though. Don't forget me completely. In any case, give up your imaginations about your platitudes or your wrongdoings. I want your letters and I am only looking for the palpitation, the flame, the impetus. I am looking for the signs, the secret that runs through your beautiful face.
Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 9, 1950 [#181]
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reddieswift · 6 months
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on today's episode of small details from the IT book that are extremely important to me, LOSERS CLUB HANDWRITINGS ARE U KIDDING
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wasabi-gumdrop · 3 hours
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Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!
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draecys · 6 months
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having thoughts about mean toji!
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mean toji! who goes feral when he fucks you raw for the first time.
he'd be boasting about how wet you were, going on and on about how dumb he's gonna fuck you on his cock — what a naive little thing you are to let him fuck you raw.
the headboard is knocking against the wall, your poor cunt raw from toji's thrusts, a sloppy squelch echoing everytime he rams his hips into yours, a string of white cream curdled at the base of his cock.
"toji— wait! hah—" your nails are digging into his biceps, damn near drawing blood but he keeps pounding into you, his body dwarfing yours. toji lifts one of your thighs up to your chest, his abdomen tensing the more he thrusts.
"take it, pretty girl." he groans, and his voice comes out shaky, his cock pistoning into you at a sloppy pace, his rhythm faltering everytime you whine and clench around him. "—tight... f-fuck princess— stop squeezin' me like that m' gonna bust—"
your eyes roll back and toji's jaw goes slack. you look down at where you two are connected when he cums, his hips still jolt forward, pushing his cum as far as it can go, and even then his hips still pump into you, slower, desperate —
"can't stop," he heaves, sweat forming above his brow and he pushes your thighs to your chest, grinding his hips forward, the loud squelch of his cock sliding his cum into you is too much, and you babble out that you're sensitive.
"nah, can't stop." he sighs, his body folding over yours. and just when you think he's about to take a breather, he slams his cock into you, hard, balls smacking against your ass and slick sticking to his thighs. "gotta get this pretty pussy full first, baby."
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livwritesstuff · 4 months
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‘tis my birthday today (it’s gotta be one of the worst birthdays to have, we don’t need to talk about it) anyways that’s where this is coming from
(also i’m not trying to imply that jan 1 is eddie’s bday. i wouldn’t wish that on anybody. besides, he is def a weirdo february aquarius)
The second half of the calendar year is nothing short of pandemonium for Eddie and Steve and their three daughters.
Moe’s birthday in late July kicks it off, almost immediately followed by Steve’s birthday in early August, then Hazel’s in September. Robbie’s birthday comes mere days after Halloween, and from there they dive headfirst into the bedlam of the holiday season.
Much to Eddie's relief, they all made it to yet another New Year's Day, and while the girls are definitely feeling the end-of-winter-break blues, Eddie welcomes the reprieve in festivities, brief as it may be.
His own birthday is up next – though not for another month.
He’s really not a birthday kind of guy. Never had been.
He loves making birthdays exciting for Steve and their daughters (they have a whole slew of traditions and everything – there’s names spelled out in pancakes involved; it's a very big deal), but his own…not so much.
It managed to fly under the radar for the past few years, but since this year is the big Five-Oh, he knows Steve won’t let him get away with that again.
Eddie has a complicated relationship with his birthday. When he was younger and the weight of Birthday Importance was at its peak, he never really celebrated the way other kids got to, and now, as an adult, he doesn’t know how to feel the things you’re supposed to feel about your birthday. 
Steve does a good job, despite Eddie’s weirdness. 
His favorite, Eddie thinks, was the year Moe was born, when Steve had managed to catch him off guard by renting a tiny cottage up in Maine for a few days.
“Moe or no Moe,” Steve had asked, “I’ve got Rob and Nance on standby.”
(They’d taken Moe. She saw snow for the first time. It was amazing, and people who don't want to involve their kids in stuff are a bunch of fucking weirdos).
Steve gives him a letter every year – handwritten on notebook paper and folded into whatever cheesy card he picks out.
Eddie keeps most of the letters in a fireproof lockbox along with all their passports and social security cards and birth certificates (look – Eddie doesn’t fuck around with priceless shit), but he keeps the most recent one – the one Steve gave him for his forty-ninth birthday nearly a year ago – in the top drawer of his bedside table.
He has it pretty much memorized at this point.
It says:
Ed! (with an exclamation point and everything – god, does Eddie love him)
49.
Holy shit we’re getting old.
Writing this is making me think about all the ones from the beginning, when I’d write about our future together even though we didn’t have a damn clue what we were working towards for a while.
I think we’re in it, man. Crazy, right?
(The ink color suddenly switches from blue to purple)
Sorry for the color change. Hazy decided she needed a blue pen immediately. Hope your vision hasn’t gone totally to shit and you can still read the purple.
Anyways, since I have you hostage reading this, I’m gonna take the opportunity to discuss you, because you don’t let me in real life most of the time.
You are gorgeous. Best looking face I’ve ever seen. I wonder how much time I’ve lost off my day just staring at you (actually, not a loss. I take that back)
You suck at puzzles – I know that sounds bad, but it’s great for me. I need that to rub off on Moe because she’s getting pretty good and that’s gonna be a problem for me.
You make me laugh so fucking hard every day. I’m praying the girls get your sense of “elevated” humor or whatever you like to call it
You’re so fucking smart, Eddie. I count myself lucky for it endlessly
You are completely 100% you all the time. I’m still working on that I think but I’m getting there because of you. I’m glad all that shit we went through didn’t take that away from you.
the BEST dad. Can’t believe I didn’t say that sooner. Not to brag but our kids are turning out pretty awesome (can’t go around saying that too much though it’ll go right to their heads and then any power we have left goes out the window)
You’re probably the best person I’ve ever known. Don’t think I’ll be forgetting what a catch you are any time soon, because I won't.
Thank you for loving me even all these years later. My life is better every day that I’m with you.
We’ll keep things quiet this year. Don’t get used to it though. Next year’s gonna be a rager.
Love you always!
- Steve :) ♡ ☆
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shiftythrifting · 4 months
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the most wonderful time of the year
(Spotted in San Francisco Bay Area)
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strigital · 3 months
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just... him... 🥺
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nemfrog · 5 months
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A-L. Elementary exercises for the deaf. 1821.
Internet Archive
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