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castielsprostate · 3 months
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mutuals i want to meet!!! mutuals i want to physically hug!!!! mutuals i want to get drinks and treats with!!!! mutuals i want to hold hands with and take a walk with!!!! mutuals i want to go to the movie theatre with!!! mutuals i want to write poems with in thrifted notebooks!!!!! mutuals i want to stargaze with and watch the sunrise with!!!!!!
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threadsun · 4 months
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somno with the boys~~
Jack fuckin you everytime you're asleep to get you nice and pregnant. Filling you up every night til you get a soft bump in your belly that's just full of cum. Once you're pregnant, he'll make sure you can't get rid of it. It's his baby after all. you can't be so cruel to deprive him of his child
Elias slipping inside you when you're asleep, gently humping into you as to not wake you. Ever since you both slept together, his libido has finally been awakened. he's so desperate to feel your warmth, he can't help it but need you so badly Everytime he gets hard.
Bo is another boy who can't help himself. he was trapped in that toy for so long where he couldn't properly help himself. He'll hug you tight, whimpering as he humps your leg feverishly. Sometimes that's enough, many times he ends up waking you up as he pounds you. he's so sensitive, it hurts when he can't take care of his lil puppy boners, he NEEDS your help.
Taylor leaning over your sleeping form inside of the OSHIC clubroom. Inhaling your scent as you whimper and moan in your sleep. A wet dream, and what kind of friend would he be if he ignored a friend in need. He's too nervous to actually fuck you, but his hands are slipping behind your underwear and fingering you gently. He's pulling his throbbing cock out and jacking off to your sweet, sweet sounds and giving you a nice facial. Or he'll get a bit of confidence and push his needy cock past your lips and silently fuck your mouth. cumming down your throat to get rid of the evidence.
-⭐ anon
God how does it feel to have the sexiest and most correct opinions of all time??? Anyway I'm pretending to fall asleep in the OHSIC clubroom so Taylor takes advantage of me 🥰
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UNTIL DAWN SECRET SANTA!!!!!!!
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hey @fudgeroach, i got you for @untildawn-secretsanta this year!! here's jess and matt wandering the caves at blackwood :) im so honored to have gotten you ash, ive looked up to you as an artist for a while now!!!! this was so fun i hope you like your gift ❤️❤️❤️❤️
transparent version and bonus drawing below the cut
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rosalindesantiago · 2 months
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Taylor Momsen
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asongperday · 20 days
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Song of the Day — “I Bet You Think About Me (Taylor’s Version) (From the Vault)” by Taylor Swift feat. Chris Stapleton
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I bet you think about me in your house With your organic shoes and your million-dollar couch
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quinnsstars · 8 months
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happy 1 year to Taylor Swift inventing trauma
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HIIII, this is for your event req but also bc I wanted to get to know you in general 💓
if you had infinite money and no responsibilities, what is the one place you would visit (either a country/continent/just any specific spot like a library)?
anddd who are your top 5 artists? <33
omg what this is interesting 🧐 to be completely honest i kind of forgot what i asked LOL but its gonna be a nice surprise
i would visit greece!! live out my pjo dreams and go to the beach 🏖️
top 5 artists are taylor swift, gracie abrams, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, nicole amoroso
hope this helpssss
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lunarscaled · 4 months
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"..... what's with that look, doll? plan on just gawking, or are you gonna enjoy watching the sakura trees with me?" toji teases lyric lightly as he shifts in his seat, trying to get comfortable on the park's stiff bench. despite his plain colors in clothes & the sleek black of his parasol, the ex-sorcerer hunter looks..... happy. soft, in a way. his lazy gaze flickers from his partner back to the sky, wistful. his lips are curled in a light smile.
"..... the view is really nice."
-> They catch themselves staring at the lines of his face that weren't there almost a decade ago—fine ones, so faint they almost miss them until the corner of his mouth catches in that too-sharp-almost-sneer that has preceded his cruelty to them on more than one occasion when they were younger. How the lip splitting scar on the corner of his mouth has not faded with time and instead become a more deeply impressed part of him like the stitch scars on the shoulder joint where he lost his arm and a segment of his side, narrowly avoiding death by exsanguination. It's been nearly 7 years since then, when Shiu dragged him half-conscious to their doorstep and assumed they, a sorcerer and the only recent address he could remember, were someone to help him. Somehow better or cheaper than hospitals, and Lyric was left fumbling to find an affinity or a method of saving the man bleeding out on their rug and couch. ( it turned out to be something he needed a hospital for anyways. but he needed somewhere to stay and heal after that, and for whatever reason he could not return to where he had come from—if it existed to begin with. ) He stayed on their sofa after they tried to scrub the bloodstains out. Lyric peeled off gauze and replaced it when it bled through; cleaned his wound with saline and redid popped stitches when he moved too much. Shuffled awkward and irritable through him learning how to use one arm and the long healing and their hands around his throat on the couch, both of them teetering on despair and longing for death and neither of them able to have it.
The more time they spent in Lyric's shoebox apartment comingling lives, the less they fucked. Lyric didn't even think about it between working sorcery and non-sorcery jobs, managing the condition of his wounds, trying to make a home where they didn't want one to be.
-> He's dressed for the blossom viewing, something Lyric has never done because it didn't exist in their life before: he wears a charcoal grey kimono with a striped obi for the belt, a thin black coat Lyric doesn't know the name for draped around his shoulders against the windy spring chill. His socks and sandals are the same color, along with the grip of the parasol he carries, the span of its canopy a teal in a color too close to the type Lyric wears in their regular clothes. His eyes crease at the corners, subtle crows feet from age, when he inclines his head towards them at his side. What's with that look, doll? It doesn't have any of the bite like in the past. Maybe it's good that it doesn't. Proves that they're both more grown now, Lyric nearing their 26th birthday in oncoming May, but it still leaves a small hole of how things used to be. The distance they used to keep, to protect themselves. It doesn't exist anymore. Toji eventually found a stable occupation that took advantage of the physical prestige his Heavenly Restriction granted him, and even if he has softened up around the edges and in the middle in a more comfortable life, Lyric knows he is no less dangerous even onehanded and retired.
-> It looks good on him. Caught them off guard the first time they thought it, and again the first time he was gentle to them intentionally: his broad hand holding a lace-loosened shoe for them to slide their foot into it in a little boutique store where a trendy pair caught their eye briefly in the window. How he made sure it fit close to their sole and didn't pinch in the toes when Lyric tied the laces. The softened-up teasing when he held the box out of reach so Lyric couldn't put it back on the shelf because shoes like that were expensive and their work was difficult, and Toji bought them anyways. Left them on the coffee table in their apartment, slightly less shitty than the last one they lost the deposit on for obvious reasons. When he was stretched out on the couch, Lyric tucked one leg between him and the back of the cushions and settled on his hips, anticipating an exchange that had become typical of them for almost a year before he lost his arm. Felt their breath catch in their chest when his calloused fingers skimmed up their spine and stopped on the back of their neck.
Felt more confused than understanding when he laid them on his warm chest and kept watching the news, his knuckles drawing circles on one shoulder blade.
"... I just thought you looked good these days, is all. It's different, but good. You look better."
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-> Healthier, they want to say, but don't. Happier. ( they wonder if they are apart of that happiness. if there's a place for them in it, or if he wants to make one, and where they exist in each other's lives as they are. Lyric had never planned to stay in Japan indefinitely. ) A gentle breeze plucks pale pink blossoms from their collectives and sends them tumbling through the air and across the blue eye, so bright and wide Lyric has to squint to look at it properly. They remember laying on their back in a field as a child and feeling they could fall both up and down at the same time when they stared at nothing but sky; they think of being as light as a cherry blossom petal and tumbling through the air to somewhere new. Of how the piles of them cover even the grey sidewalk and dark road asphalt and leave fantasy trails alongside hills of green grass until the whole world is colored by fleeting beauty.
"... it is pretty. There's so many of them, the trees."
-> They wonder if the reflection of the sky in their eyes changes their color, warps their world view. They wonder if they were squinting and didn't notice when Toji lowers the edge of his parasol into their vision and blocks out the tree line and passing bodies of people just enough—just as Lyric opens their mouth to protest he's defeating the point, they turn their head towards him and catch the dark of his hair where the choppy edges barely overlap his eyes, the profile of his nose to his cheek to his mouth. Catch his mouth, and theirs, and the gentle way he kisses them on the bench. Their fingers curl around the sides of the messenger bag in their lap, holding their essentials for going out. Squeeze it and expect something, but nothing comes; his mouth is gentle and warm, lightly chapped, and he kisses them chaste and slow like the moment can draw out forever. Lyric is almost scared that it will with their heart hammering away in their chest. One of their hands clutches the collar of his kimono and the underlining, trying to ground or balance themselves. They lean a little closer to it and don't know why. Just want something that sits in their mouth but that they never say.
They think about how he says doll like a mockery, but also how his mouth shapes their name. They think about him calling them baby, once, nose in their jaw and barely awake and their chest squeezes.
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-> He parts them quietly and they know their cheeks and ears are flush, pink as the trees that surround them. Their hand loosens where it grips his kimono, but he keeps the parasol low enough they are just out of view of everyone else. His smile is too sharp because it knows them too well, and Lyric thinks of how Toji brings them coffee sometimes when he comes over, because he comes over, for no reason. Lyric thinks about how Toji wraps a scarf around their neck even when they insist, they don't need it, they've worked in way colder conditions. Lyric thinks about Toji, less cut like facet jewels and more like a living being, still visibly string and yet soft enough it doesn't hurt to touch him anymore, in their apartment kitchen taking a call from a client on their day off as he leans over their shoulder with his nose to their hairline as he watches them highlight passages in a local paper for potential curse leads. Lyric thinks. About Toji. About their heart in their throat like a wild animal when he leans back into his own space and takes the parasol with him, lets their hands rest in their own lap. How he smiles, a little gentler than it needs to be, and says:
Yeah. View's good.
He does not look at the trees.
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mauriziomarco7 · 7 months
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ofengineers · 11 months
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Tag drop!
⭐ all along one single thread of gold tied me to you ( joshua | reviresc )
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castielsprostate · 10 months
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mutuals i'd go thrifting with to find a cursed doll
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threadsun · 4 months
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I want Elias to unleash his centuries of pent-up sexual frustration in me. I want him to use me all day, cumming thick load, after thick load until my belly is nice and round. his loads would be huge and potent from being released for the first time in years.
normal elias maybe wouldnt indulge but yandere Elias would. yandere Elias would fill you so good, rendering you to babbles and tears, just to keep you trapped in the mansion
maybe, Taylor would overhear it all and would be too busy jacking off to help you.. maybe yandere Taylor set you up with his new ghost friend in exchange for being able to screw you too.
you calling out desperately for Taylor to help you, only for him to get off on your cries and cum down your throat 💕💕
- ⭐ anon
Oughhhh I love this so much!!! They share you between them, keeping you trapped in the mansion and making sure to scare anyone who might try to come look around so no one finds out about you~
You'll find your holes constantly full and dripping with cum, knowing they'll never let you go.
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rosalindesantiago · 9 months
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Taylor Momsen
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asongperday · 1 month
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Song of the Day — “mad woman” by Taylor Swift
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And there's nothing like a mad woman What a shame she went mad No one likes a mad woman You made her like that And you'll poke that bear 'til her claws come out And you find something to wrap your noose around And there's nothing like a mad woman
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quinnsstars · 8 months
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happy 1 year anniversary to the absolute gut-wrenching slap in the face that i felt upon hearing "give me back my girlhood, it was mine first" for the first time
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my favorite taylor swift songs over the years / me as a swiftie over the years
~2015: literally never listened to music LMAO didnt even know about the existence of taylor swift
2016: my dad had the red album on apple music so i knew “i knew you were trouble” “22” “we are never ever getting back together” yk. the popular ones.
2017: not knowing wtf was going on with taylor, blasting “shake it off” in the car and singing along because it was on a “thats what i call music” cd
2018: went to the rep tour literally glendale night 1… i basically only knew her popular songs then and i was in the nosebleeds but i wish i had known the songs.. “gorgeous” became my fav. got a spotify account around this time and watched the rep mvs
2019: listened to some of taylors music on spotify (back when u didnt need premium) “welcome to new york” was my fav. i did see that lover came out and i saw part of the man mv on tv
2020: ashamed to admit but this was my gacha phase peak. “i knew u were trouble” is back on the charts but “wtny” stays on top. saw part of the cardigan mv on tv but other than that I HAD NO IDEA FOLKLORE AND EVERMORE EXISTED
2021: FEARLESS TV CAME OUT ON MY BDAY AND I HAD NO IDEA. BIGGEST REGRET OF MY LIFE
red tv comes out. this is my tiktok music era so i hear all too well 10min ver and its stuck in my head. i think wtny was still my fav LOL
2022: ive had her on my radar since red tv so i was excited for midnights! i started listening to her music little by little. i listened to midnights the moment i got home from school that day (i had exams or sm) and i immediately fell in love (especially yoyok, the great war, and dear reader/ literally the holy trio) then i started listening to a bunch of taylor songs and her music was all i listened to LOL yoyok was my fav! (honorable mentions: yail and wildest dreams)
2023: spent 70% of my time listening to music on taylor and the other 30% on gracie abrams… yoyok still remains my fav but i listened to all her albums front to back, loved all of them. and in the summer i got tickets to the eras tour! (listened to speak now tv and 1989 tv the day it came out obvi)
2024: absolutely flabbergasted when she announce ttpd like two days before my show. had the time of my life at the eras tour and died dead when she sang dear reader and holy ground (which im embarrassed to say i didnt know much of the lyrics to) my fav remains yoyok! (honorable mentions; yail, whos afraid of little old me?, long live)
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