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genderflu1dwh0r · 7 months
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Jori
“Before you, I never smiled. I never laughed. I’d forgotten how. I was alone, and I didn’t know any other way. But you saved me. You make me feel appreciated, needed, wanted. You brought me out, and you gave me reasons to laugh again. Just seeing you makes me smile.”
Until Friday Night by Abbi Glines
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inlovewithquotes · 5 months
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Before you, I never smiled. I never laughed. I’d forgotten how. I was alone, and I didn’t know any other way. But you saved me. You make me feel appreciated, needed, wanted. You brought me out, and you gave me reasons to laugh again.
-Until Friday Night
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reverie-starlight · 6 months
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I’m genuinely so sad that I don’t have any Halloween plans
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becca-e-barnes · 7 months
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I've been writing my dissertation like that gif of the cat frantically slamming a keyboard (you know the one) but it's got me thinking about professor Bucky and how he might incentivise you to get your work done for his class 😏
"You're not getting an extension. Don't even think about e-mailing me for one." The hardest part of dating your lecturer isn't actually the sneaking around; it's that he's a hell of a lot tougher on you than the rest of the class.
"But Bucky I-" You begin but he cuts you off and you know by the look on his face that there's no point pressing it.
"No. You're more than capable and you've got plenty of time to get it done. You don't need an extension, you need to apply yourself."
God, he's annoying. You know you can do it, you never said you couldn't. You just don't want to. There's a massive difference.
He pulls his copy of the required reading out of his bag, setting it on the desk beside your laptop and it takes everything in you not to bury your head in your hands.
"There. I've helped you enough." He nods towards the textbook but when you don't move, he flicks through the pages with a sigh, leaving it open at the chapter you know you should start with.
You sit there for another few seconds in a foul mood, mentally preparing yourself to sit here for the next few hours.
"How about I help you? I get the impression you need an incentive." He knows you too well, there's nothing more motivating than a little treat. "You have 12,000 words to write. For every 1,000 you write this week, I'll give you an orgasm."
Maybe you should complain about his assignments more often.
"Deal." Hell, if you'd known this was coming, you'd have started ages ago.
"Good girl." He laughs, amused at the rate at which your fingers begin to dance over the keyboard.
Getting started isn't too hard. You type out a quick plan of your chapters, dropping in the sources you know you'll need before starting your introduction and with your focus on your work, you hardly notice Bucky sinking to his knees under the desk.
You feel his warm, open mouthed kisses trailing up your thighs under your skirt and his soft groans drag your attention away from the laptop.
"Don't stop working." He insists, licking your sex through your cotton underwear, letting you enjoy the delicious friction on your cunt. "You're almost at the first thousand and it reads well so far." You feel his hot breath against the now wet cotton while one of your hands falls to tug his hair.
"If you stop typing, I stop licking." He threatens, pulling your panties to the side, gliding his tongue against your skin and groaning at the taste of your arousal.
You have just over 200 words until you reach your first thousand and it should be so easy but it becomes even harder when he sinks two fingers into you and you're able to hear how wet you are already.
His lips engulf your clit, sucking gently while flicking his tongue in vertical strokes in time with his fingers curling inside you. "Such a smart girl. I'm so proud of you." He hums before giving you a few broad strokes with a flat tongue.
He knows what his praise does to you and with your thighs clamped around his head, you fly your way through a few hundred more words. He chuckles when you proudly announce you reached a thousand but you don't stop typing at the same frantic pace.
"Sweetheart, if you want to get all 12,000 done this evening, I'll sit here as long as it takes." He smiles against your skin before giving you everything he knows you need. His tongue flicks quickly over your clit and his fingertips rub against the soft, spongy spot inside you and in no time you're gushing against his face, gripping his hair and riding your high out on his waiting tongue.
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gyldowen-draws · 14 days
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Happy Tav Tuesday!
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I've been in a bg3 mood lately and I really love all the awesome Tavs on here so I've decided to draw a few of my favorites as beans! Here's the line-up for this week:
Gal'vyn by me, @gyldowen-draws | Hiraeth by @eff-plays Finch by @everchased | Aldriin by @mistercrowbar
Stay tuned next week for more cool Tavs! 😊
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xofeno · 7 months
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CHICAGO P.D. 6.15, "Good Men" (2019)
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tblsomedoodles · 9 months
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Donnie's Visions (apocalypse seer twin comic) Part 4
Start - previous - Next
Hey look, this comic has a name now. Not a very good one but it will do. I'm going to go throw this on AO3 now, b/c i apparently forgot to when i posted all the rest (oops)
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thesamoanqueen · 3 months
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I dont trust them, I've a feeling they're trying to play my man.
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pollyna · 1 year
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au in which an admiral tells Captain Kazansky that marriage could help his career by silencing the whispers and rumours about him and Mitchell. Ice smiles politely without answering before taking another sip from his champagne flute. And that's that.
Or at least he thought it would be the end of it.
Until the rumour of the conversation doesn't reach Maverick, and he panics because he can't be the reason Tom's career dies before it even begins. And does what he thinks is best to save his appearance, Tom, and his future. He sets him up on a date with a single mom from Bradley's class and waits until that same afternoon to tell Ice.
"You have a date tonight with one of the moms from Bradley's class. She is waiting for you at eight." He declares as he removes his shoes and places baby Goose's schoolbag on the ground.
Ice doesn't move from the couch, papers lie on the table, and a glass of water on a coster, in the centre of it all. "Excuse me, you did what, Mitchell?"
"It's-it's for the best Ice. You- it's going to help your career and you're goin-"
"Mav." Ice murmurs, taking his face between his hands. "I don't want to date anyone except for you, and I like my life here. If I don't make it to Admiral, it isn't going to be the end of the world because I'll still have you and Bradley. That's all that matters. Do you understand me, baby?"
"But you-it-Ice I-y-"
"Maverick. It's okay. I love you. Please don't make me date someone because you think it is going to help, it would just make everybody miserable, don't you think?"
Maverick finds himself hiding from the world, from the clock that's running, and from a voice in his head that says to let go of Ice because he deserves better, against his partner's chest.
"Okay, okay, Ice." He answers, not sure of what he could add or say differently to convince the man to go out with somebody else's. Ice kisses him once and then twice before taking him by the hand and onto the couch. "We're going to cuddle until Bradley is back, order some food, and we're going to watch something dumb on TV until we can forget about what happened today."
Mav can't help smiling at the man in front of him: "Only if it's something dumb and age-appropriate!" He continues, shifting a book from the couch to the table.
"Only if it is age-appropriate!" Ice echoes him, kissing his forehead, and, for a couple of hours at least, the rest of the world and the Navy stay out of the door and their lives.
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satans-knitwear · 1 year
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FISHNETS: ON
Treat me ~ Tip me
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sparkly-caroline · 6 months
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Putting GF from FNF in the Rodamrix Alternate Universe and making Red Impostor her new friend, and possibly beat the crap out of Fortegreen/Olive.
Why? Idk, my brain makes no sense sometimes... or all the time lol. I just randomly thought "funny demon lady giving head pats to the depressed red amogus bean" and then boom, this happened.
Hope you like it :)
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Forgot I was supposed to be drawing stuff
Here's a doodle as an apology
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parasitic-saint · 1 month
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red era 💉🩸
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cupiidzbow · 25 days
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finished a comm and now im overtaken with the overwhelming urge to redecorate my entire account and carrd. something crazy is happening in my mind
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goku-nba · 2 months
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wow I did it!! anyway what the HELL is this site doing
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snzluv3r · 12 days
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welp. i had to stop the antibiotic for my sinus infection because i Am indeed allergic to it and it keeps giving me anaphylaxis so yeah executive decision was made that i shouldn’t risk it :( i’m so frustrated and i’m really starting to feel sick to a point that i could collapse at any moment
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