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dulcesiabits · 2 months
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writing this henry fic is like. oh my god. I have to pick up and remember plotlines I wrote when I was 17. I don't remember anything about what I was going to do. I forgot the canon timeline. There are 10000 missing opportunities. What am I doing. is the relationship progressing in a way that makes sense. The only thing keeping me going is my undying love for henry fire emblem
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vigilbutts · 6 months
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man i am so tired of so many people going full dps this year even in squads asking for no/low damage 🫠
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theoneandonlysun · 5 months
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[1…]
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Easton’s tone is flat, and he isn’t looking at the camera.
“…Gangle’s dead. Sun’s dead. Hammer’s dead. Sigil’s dead.”
He seems to want to say something, and then just turns off the recording.
We’re gonna pretend that this one and the last one weren’t out of order
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“Northa doesn’t seem to be doing all that well. Neither am I, honestly. I feel useless. I think I am useless.”
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“…I’m so sorry, I wish I knew another way.”
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Easton sits in front of the camera. He seems to be in shock. On the nearby couch is northa. She’s put on a headset.
“…I…I…I don’t know what to do.”
He reconsiders.
“…No, I do know. But I have some work to do first.”
Sun closes the file. Sun reopens the file. Sun reaches towards the bottle. Sun rethinks.
There has to be a happy ending, Sun mumbles.
There has to be.
Sun goes to the next video. There has to be a happy ending to this. She's okay.
Right?
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sukunasstarlight · 6 months
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Anywho I’m gonna teach the lin kuei trio the real meaning of a triple decker sandwich
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cheernerds-a · 1 year
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prim is definitely my outlet for lots of things ( meaning when bad things happen, I force things on her so she can deal with them in her own way ) and because I get bullied for my stutter a lot, I’m gonna make it known that prim had a huge stuttering problem when she was younger, and whenever she’s scared or whenever she feels angry and close to tears, it comes back and it breaks her because she hates it so much
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spiritxshackle · 2 months
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Let's give it up for week three of harassing staff to unshadowban me
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fucking relatable master yupa
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doctorjohcoy · 1 year
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also god oh my god im thinking about. its not just vincent and neil, im also thinking about the other relationships. this movies all about relationships. don and im proud of you....her face looking up at the bar tv. trejo bleeding ont he floor i feel nothing my anna is gone. chris smiling up at her on the balcony while she tells him its not safe just with a hand sign. like WHAAAAT. WHAT. GOD. LOVE IS YOUR DOWNFALL! LIFES NOT WORTH LIVING WITHOUT HER HUH!!!!!! SHIT DUDE
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yrsonpurpose · 3 months
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majunju · 11 months
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crazy-form · 6 months
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"樂-STAR" TEASER IMAGES — hyunjin.
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qualityrain · 2 months
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wishing you good luck
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christronomy · 8 months
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thinking about cocky big cock channie. the way he'd be so condescending in bed cause he knows he's got you right where he wants you every time—dumb on his cock, babbling incoherently about how good it feels, tears streaming down your face cause he's been edging you for so long and you just wanna cum so bad for him. the only thing your brain can process right now is him, and he loves being able to have that kind of power over you. he teases you so much, mocking you and chuckling at how pathetic you look under him. "yeah? you like that? feels good?" "my fat cock stretching you out real nice?" "look at you, such a dumb little slut, taking me so well." "what's that? it's too big? too much?"
he's such an asshole but in the best way, n it makes you clench around him so hard. he'll groan when you do, praising you for being so good for him and rewarding you with a deep, hard thrust—one that makes you squeal out in pleasure and pulsate around him rapidly. you can literally feel how much his cock stretches you out whenever he pushes in all the way, n it makes you gush around him so much.
he'll pull out slightly, leaving just the tip inside, and that makes you whine loudly. but he just won't move anymore until you're practically sobbing, begging him to go deeper, faster, so you can feel that delicious stretch again. he knows perfectly well that's exactly what you want, and it's like a huge ego boost for him to know that that's really how big he is. that's why he can't help but edge you, cause you just look and sound so pretty when you're begging, also cause he absolutely loves that feeling of you cumming around him so hard, your cunt clenching around him so much tighter than usual cause he finally gave you that release you've been needing for so long.
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tarobumma · 2 months
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house starts hallucinating amber at the end of the next episode after this . btw
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sukunasstarlight · 11 months
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Losing it just a bit over the way Aizawa likes to pin you in a mating press when you get tired from riding him . Yeah.
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casiia · 4 months
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bubble bath with simon 🙏🏽😫
— ༉‧₊˚. simon 'GHOST' riley; rainy days.
warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, afab ! reader, choking, kinda pervy simon, heavily unedited.
.: masterlist.
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when simon opens the door alarm bells run through his head. the first thing he sees is you; standing in front of him with mascara running down your blushed cheeks. you’ve been crying? he’s trying to think about what he could’ve done to make you this upset, normally you’d just call him and give him a piece of your mind — but never show up at his front door.
that’s when he takes in the rest of your appearance, damp hair, and a white top that’s clinging to your chest. he swallows and follows the curve of your breast, the material had turned translucent and he can see your hard nipples.
it takes every bone in his body to tear his eyes away and look back up to your face, and immediately he’s relived. although he’s been caught in his pervy stare, you’re not mad at him. a smirk grows on your puffy lips as you push past him, getting out of the rain that patters at his windows. you rub your hands up and down your arms hoping that it’d soothe the cold that’s washed over you — but you’re only squeezing your breast together, and simon kisses his teeth.
you had woken him up from a nap with your obnoxious knocks, so he was well aware of the ‘morning wood’ that you were glancing down at. simon’s brain was still all fuzzy, he couldn’t decipher if he was still dreaming or if you were actually standing in his living room. fully dressed but completely exposed to him.
he watched as you kick your shoes off, and dramatically flopping down onto his leather couch. panic surges through him again; did he forget about plans you made?
your outfit was anything but fancy, so nothing too important. his tight shoulders ease when he finally hears your voice. “i missed you.”
he’s not in trouble. simon rubs his eyes and almost sighs in relief. his gaze catches onto your cheeks, the smudged mascara making his brain go wild. he knows it was from the rain, but he wants to imagine that it was from his dick.
stuffing your mouth full of his cock, tears brimming your eyes as you gag on it. he has a fist full of your hair, watching the mascara run down your cheeks as he fucks your face.
his balls tighten and he can’t look at you anymore. not when you’re lying on his couch and leaving little to the imagination — your knees knocked apart, and your arms stretched above your head.
simon's been standing in the same spot since he opened the door. he hasn't said a word, you'd think he hasn't acknowledged you or your abrupt presence. but that is far from the opposite — simon's been admiring you from the moment he saw you standing in the rain. his mind clouded with lust and love; how effortlessly beautiful you are, how your eyes gleam in the dimly lit sky. with droplets of water running down your forehead, and makeup smudged on your skin, he can't believe you're his. and he wants you.
"simon?"
he blinks, and you're standing in front of him with your head tilted to the side. your cold fingers sliding under his wife beater, he shivers and rolls his shoulders back.
you can feel the goosebumps on his skin as you continue to trace along his defined muscles, your lips turn up when you feel him flex under your touch. he still hasn't said a word to you, just staring at you with his jaw clenched.
"you sore, baby?" you asks, removing your hands from under his tank and rubbing up and down his biceps. you squeeze his arms lightly and flutter your eyes up to meet his. a dazed glare.
you can only scoff light heartedly when he still doesn't open his mouth to reply. you know he knows what you're doing, you just can't tell if it's going in your favor or not.
technically you didn't lie. you did miss him, but you couldn't stop thinking about his throbbing cock and how much you missed being stuffed full of him. he'd been working so much recently, only meeting you at your place for dinner or a quick conversation. simon had been neglecting you, whether he knew it or not. so it'd be dumb of you to not come over on his only day off.
you pinch him lightly, with a pout. "earth to simon, are you even listening to me?"
simon only swallows when he looks down at you, your arms crossed over your chest. a cute little frown playing on your lips, he wants nothing more than to shove his fingers or his aching cock into that bratty mouth of yours.
"you're going to get a cold." he finally says. motioning towards your soaked clothes, and he bites the inside of his cheek when he sees your almost bare breast. they're teasing him in the worst way possible, he wants to rip that sheer shirt off and suck on your taut nipples. but he can't.
"take a bath with me, then?" you asks, chewing on your bottom lip. you're dragging him through the house by the hem of his shirt. and he before he knows it, you're stripping in front of him.
he must still be dreaming, he doesn't want to look away — afraid that if he even blinks he'll wake from what surely must be a dream.
you are bent over the tub and squeezing a bottle of one of your soaps into the running bath. you squeeze your thighs together, and look back at him from over your shoulder. "y'just gonna stand there?" you're teasing him, and normally he would do something about that, but he's confused. did you come over in the rain to fuck?
his question is answered when you tug his boxers down, your thumb brushing the precum that dribbles from his slit. simon hisses before grabbing your wrist, squeezing it lightly. you only roll your eyes and shake his grip off, pulling his wife beater off and nudging him towards the bubble filled tub.
simon sinks into the large bath, his arms hanging over the rim as he waits for you to join him. water spills over the edges as you sit in front of him, but he doesn't care. not when your ass is pressing into his throbbing cock.
you moan softly, leaning back into his chest. you rest your head on his shoulder and turn to kiss his collarbone. shifting in his lap, you nonchalantly grind against him.
"you're a naughty lil' thing," simon grunts. his hands sink under the water and squeeze your hips roughly, stilling your movement. he kisses the shell of your ear before letting one of his hands travel between your thighs.
you inch your hips forward, grabbing his hand and guiding it to your clenching cunt. "i don't know what you're talking about." you mumble, grunting when he squeezes your inner thigh.
"i don't like liars." simon tuts in your ear, and his other hand sneaks towards your front. wrapping his fingers around your throat, he squeezes lightly and taps your jugular with his index finger. "you missed me?"
a whimper slips from your parted lips, and you're suddenly very aware of his large erection that presses into the small of your back. "i missed you, needed you." you mutter, your words are raspy from his his hand around your neck.
"needed me," simon repeats. and as much as he wants to tease you —to break you, he needs you just as much.
under the water, he slips his fingers between your fold. at your sharp gasp, he continues; rubbing your clit with his thumb, he presses his middle finger against your hole.
"p-please." you plead, your back arching off of his chest causing water to splash around in the tub. bubbles cover your breasts and collarbone.
simon only hums, he slips two fingers into your clenching cunt. removing his hand from around your neck, he trails it down to your chest and rolls your nipple between his index and thumb.
burying your face into the crook of simon's neck, you whine when he curls his fingers inside of you. squeezing your thighs together around his forearm, you babble incoherently into his damp skin. his pace is slow and controlled, just how you like it. his thumb is firm as he rubs slow circles and patterns along your puffy clit.
your orgasm comes much too quickly, and you're slouched against his chest. your breath is shaky and when he begins to move from behind you your eyes widen, "w-wait, give me a second." you say, and you can feel simon tugging you up from the warm water.
"enjoy your break, 'cause you're not gettin' any sleep t'night."
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