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slutforsilverfoxes · 9 months

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Sunrise, Sunset

[A/N: I wrote this in a rush bc there’s some stuff going on in my personal life and I just watched episode 9x10 and I needed a good cry 🥺]

*Warning you rn, sad Stevie ahead

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“Christ,” you grumble under your breath, slipping in a puddle and nearly falling flat out on the back porch. You try to adjust the grocery bags in your hands to see where you’re stepping, juggling your house keys between two fingers as you mutter on, “How many times have I told that man to wipe down the deck after a swim? Gonna break my damn face one-”

Your griping comes to a dead halt and the bags fall onto the deck with a series of heavy thuds. It’s not water you slipped on.

“St-Steve?” you stammer out, choking on his name. As you follow the trail into your home, now resembling more of a macabre art exhibit than a kitchen, your voice grows stronger and you yell, “Steve! Steven!” Red streaks and fingerprints are smeared across every visible surface, and the sheer volume of blood on the floor sends your heart leaping into your throat.

You can hear heavy footfalls rounding the corner, and you brace yourself to meet your demise at the hands of the same man who attacked your husband minutes ago. Then panicked blue eyes appear at the doorway, and tears pool in your own as you rush into the familiar security of Steve’s arms.

“You’re okay,” you exhale sharply, hands roaming every inch of skin that you can find. Your fingers graze over several bandages along his arms and chest, across his split lip, down the bridge of his nose, and you repeat again, “You’re okay.”

“Most of that blood’s not mine,” he assures you, tenderly brushing his thumb over your cheek and giving you a moment to catch your breath.

“Is this- Is someone after your team?” you ask, taking note of his harried appearance and red-rimmed eyes as he leads you to sit on the living room couch.

He sniffs sharply and averts his gaze before answering, “Not Five-0. My team from the Morocco op.”

You take his hand and bring it to your lap, squeezing it tightly and running your thumb over his knuckles. “How many, Steve?”

He swallows thickly. “Three.”

“And…” You steel yourself for your follow up question. “And Joe?”

Giving your hand a squeeze in return, he says, “Joe’s okay.”

You take and release a deep breath, then lift his hand to your mouth and press a kiss to the back of it. “Do what you need to do,” you say softly. “Just come home to me in one piece when it’s done.”

“Angel, this might not-”

“Consider that an order, Steve,” you cut him off, lifting your resolute gaze to meet his. “You will come home to me.”

“Okay, mama,” he whispers. “Okay.”

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The telltale sound of a key slipping into the lock has you jolting awake in the dark living room. Sitting up on the couch, you rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock to find it’s nearly three in the morning. Steve steps inside and locks the door behind him before dropping his bag to the floor. Even in the dim lighting, you can see the weight of the world bearing down on his shoulders, and you call out to him softly.

He takes lumbering steps towards you, then sinks to his knees and rests his head on your thigh, his arms coming up to encircle your waist. “I came home to you,” he says, haunted, his voice muffled by your cotton shorts.

“Thank you, baby,” you whisper, carding your hands through his hair as he tightens his grip on you, his anchor.

“I came home,” he intones again. Your heart aches at how small he sounds, and you understand in that moment what he’s really saying to you: I’m the only one who came home. Pressing your lips to his forehead, you murmur, “You can let go now, honey. Let it go.”

His large body quakes beneath your fingertips, heaving with silent sobs as a lifetime of loss and sacrifice takes its toll. Drawing in shuddering breaths, he clings to you like you’re the oxygen he’s seeking while you rock him side to side and run your hand along his back.

The sun will come up in a few hours, and with it, a new day. But for tonight, all your husband can focus on is coming home to you and the most beautiful sunset he’s ever seen.

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[A/N… again: Writing that last line broke me 😔 If you’ve seen this episode I hope you get the reference; seeing my baby sad breaks my heart and I was ugly crying by that point ngl]

#steve mcgarrett #angst #my poor baby 😔#I wish I could actually hold this man #he deserves so much love #sad boi hours #steve mcgarrett x you #steve mcgarrett imagine #steve mcgarrett x y/n #steve mcgarrett x reader #steve mcgarrett x female reader #steve mcgarrett fanfiction #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 imagine #hawaii five o imagine

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bird-inacage · 8 months

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Only Friends Episode 5 | "This has nothing to do with me."

Other than the fact this scene broke my heart into a million tiny pieces, and had me screaming into my pillow - can we acknowledge THE SUPERB ACTING??!!

The way Sand turns to finally look at Ray as if he's finally seeing him without the rose-tinted glasses. Like a sudden slap of reality/clarity has shaken him awake. Yet he's desperately searching for something on Ray's face that will prove what Boston said was not true. He doesn't find it. Sand is slowly retreating into himself. He's so hurt, he's mentally flinching back. He's putting his walls back up.

And when Sand says "this has nothing to do with me" (aka your business is none of my business. There's no we, there's no us is there?) - the sheer horror on Ray's face as it dawns on him that this is the moment he loses Sand before he really even had him. Before he even had time to process what 'this' was. I can literally hear Ray's heart racing with stricken panic.

After Sand takes a few moments to compose himself (and you can hear his voice on the cusp of breaking), when he looks at Ray again he's wearing his brave face. His nonchalant, 'this isn't affecting me' smile but Ray knows darn well Sand's holding it in. There's a hint of self-deprecation mixed in his expression, 'Of course you don't see me in that way. I was stupid to ever entertain the idea. I'm the idiot. I'm the fool. Jokes on me'.

Ray has no idea what he can possibly say to mend the damage. He feels desperately guilty. He's still conflicted about his feelings for Mew, so there's nothing he can say. After seeing into Sand's life, after having Sand open up to him eagerly, he never intended to hurt him. Someone whose never done anything but take care of him. Ray feels helpless.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #ray x sand #sand x ray #raysan #sanray #khaofirst #firstkhao #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #THIS HURT ME SO BAD #SAND'S SINGLE TEAR #that poor boy was holding it in so HARD #THESE BOYS NEED HUGS RIGHT NOW #F*** YOU BOSTON #my poor precious babies - you didn't deserve this

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lonely-planet-without-my-star · 6 months

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GO S2 has given me so much emotional damage

Like pouring your heart out to someone, telling them how you feel, that you choose them above everything else, that you will continue to choose them, hoping they will choose you too…

But they don’t.

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cinnamonest · 1 year

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for the interaction requests (hope I'm doing this right!) Xiao + "Xiao, will you please take me outside? Please, please, please? I want to feel grass and see wildflowers and dip my feet in a stream. I miss the world."

Bless you anon my sweet boy

Also sorry if it's not quite right but I took it to be in like a whiny tone bc I love whiny darlings

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You didn't like the silence that followed. It told you, if nothing else, that your request was not going to be met with an immediate agreement. Not that you were expecting immediate agreement, but it was frustrating nonetheless.

You couldn't see his face, your back was pressed to his chest where you lay in bed, and even so, it was far too dark in this tiny, dreary room to see much anyway.

But he sat up nonetheless, looking down at you. You couldn't make out any displeasure, more of a neutral expression, which was a good start, you supposed. It wasn't that slight frown and narrowed eyes that usually indicated your request was outright upsetting. He looked downward, to the side, eyes avoiding contact with yours.

"I can make you a stream. In here."

You clenched your jaw. It was more or less the answer you were anticipating, and you certainly weren't expecting to have your wish granted, but you still had some hope there would be some consideration, that it wouldn't be met with immediate refusal or attempt to negotiate into something less.

You inhaled. Exhaled. Long and deep.

"I mean outside. The real world. Not the yard out there."

The abode had a brief grassy patch that surrounded this concrete slab of a room, but it was largely devoid of anything but dull grass that felt artificial to the touch, lacked moisture and sleekness. That was, on the very rare occasion you were even allowed to venture there. From what you understood, landforms of various kinds could be added and modified at will with the assistance of some spirit or another, so a stream was likely well within the realm of possibility. Still, you imagined it would have the same feeling of inauthenticity, and really, part of it was a matter of principle. You wanted to go outside, and seeing as you felt there was no reason why you shouldn't be able to, a familiar irritated persistence took hold.

"That wouldn't be any different from one I can have created in here," he replied. "I can get all of those things. You don't need to leave."

You huffed, letting your arm drape over your face, forearm covering your eyes. "It's different."

Your voice was a whine. You knew better than to do this, really. There was no need to start an inevitable conflict. Reasonably, you should just let it go, drop the matter entirely. But the frustration was simply too unbearable. It followed a pattern, frustration would build up over multiple incidents, until you finally caved to it, usually at inopportune moments.

The initial question created a tension in the tranquility, but the raise in volume and the change in your tone began to escalate that tension. It always did. Likewise, you could hear a rising frustration in his own voice, a shift in tone, beginning to get irritated and defensive.

"How?"

"The air is different," you grumbled. "Fresh air is..." You made a circular gesture with your other wrist, "special. Nothing feels the same. I can tell the difference."

"That's all in your head." He was quick to respond. "It is no different from the water and air in here."

Your fingers curled, you raised your arm just enough to show your eyes to look directly at him. "Would it really be that hard to just take me out? For five minutes? You can watch me. You could literally stand right there the whole time."

He folded his arms, eyes narrowing. His voice was a bit quieter as he responded. "We have been over this before. You already proved yourself untrustworthy with such an opportunity." His voice carried a tone of irritation and resentment, no doubt from thinking of the incident in question.

You exhaled another long, frustrated breath. It was true that you had had one prior opportunity, and essentially ruined it. It was early on, and looking back, you felt incredibly stupid for trying such a weak plan.

You'd reached a compromise and gone out into the wilderness, far away from any other humans, but conveniently an area where you thought you might be able to hide yourself within the nearby trees. You'd tried the only strategy you could think of. You had pulled, and he had actually fallen for, the 'what's that thing over there?' trick. He had turned to the direction you pointed in, taking a moment, responding with a 'what thing?' only to turn back and realize you had taken the momentary opportunity to run off. Not that you got very far, soon tackled to the ground in less than a minute, and immediately dragged back.

Predictably, the incident had been a sore subject ever since its occurrence (no doubt largely due to it being your default target for teasing and mocking when you felt like it), and it had been the first and last time you were ever allowed back into the real world.

You opened your mouth, but hesitated. You could feel an increasing tension. It was obvious you would not get what you wanted, and you knew that persisting beyond this point would do nothing but make both of you more upset.

You clamped your jaw shut, swallowed your frustration, and rolled over onto your stomach. Your voice was muffled as you spoke.

"Fine. Forget I asked."

A few more seconds passed in silence. There was a heavy weight to the quiet.

He sighed. "You can have what you want. You've merely convinced yourself to be discontent with anything less than your terms because you are stubborn."

But that alone broke your resolution to end the matter peacefully. The sentence made a burst of anger flare up in your chest. You bolted upright.

"Oh, I'm stubborn?" You couldn't help the raised volume to your voice, the way your eyes narrowed and your features contorted with annoyance. "You're calling me stubborn?"

His eyes widened, shifting slightly away from your outburst. His expression almost seemed surprised, as if genuinely caught off-guard by the statement. His eyebrows furrowed. "In what way am I stubborn?"

You glared, nose scrunching up. Your eyes narrowed. "Are you serious? Even trying to get you to consider anything I say is like arguing with a brick wall."

But rather than an immediate reply, he paused, looking back at you with a blank stare. "...What?"

You huffed, raising your hand up to rub at the bridge of your nose. "It's a saying. A colloquialism."

"It doesn't make sense. That's not possible."

"I— I know. That's the point."

"That's not animate. Nor sentient."

"I know! It—ugh!" You squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. "It means that arguing with you is pointless because you won't even budge. You don't compromise on anything."

He nodded. "Yes. I can't afford to be compromising with you. Your wants are careless and foolish. You would be harmed." After a pause, he added, "if you know it's pointless, why do you still try to argue so often?"

You clenched your jaw, buried your face in your hands, taking a moment to collect yourself. He had a way of infuriating you with that combination of bluntness and transparency, without saying much at all.

After a moment, you shuffled back, pulling the sheets away from your body, and raised one of your calves. The chain made a soft jingling noise as the movement caused it to swing. You gestured with your hand to the spot where the cusp was bound to your ankle, eyes half-lidded in an unamused, exasperated expression.

"And this?"

He paused. Looking at the binding, blinking. Eyes flickering back to your face, to the binding, them back to you again.

"I don't see what you mean."

You let out a deep exhale through your nostrils. Your fingers curled, grasping at the sheets. "You think," you let your leg fall back onto the mattress, shuffling to reposition yourself upright, speaking through clenched teeth, "that keeping someone locked in a tiny room for years and refusing to let them leave for five minutes," you leaned forward, "isn't stubborn?"

But he did not miss a beat. "That is different." He held out a hand in an explanatory gesture. "It's a matter of ensuring your well-being. Whereas you insist on making frivolous and unnecessary demands."

You opened your mouth to retort again, but fell silent. Your shoulders went slack, and you put a hand up to your forehead, rubbing at your temples.

This wasn't worth it. It never was. You let yourself fall back onto the mattress, and once again rolled over face-down, burying your face into the pillow.

"Just... forget it. Fine. Make it in here, I guess."

You waited for a reply, but were met with silence. Either he didn't know how to respond, or trying to provoke you into saying something more. Likely the former — if he just wanted you to continue, he would say so, always very direct, so much so you weren't certain he would even think to do otherwise.

"...Only if you apologize."

You turned your head to the side, just enough to look at him, but didn't sit up. "For what?"

"You have been hostile and unnecessarily aggressive."

You immediately turned your face back downward. "You're out of your mind."

He was quiet for a moment, but finally responded once more, voice a quiet, bitter grumble. "Then you will have to accept staying in here."

You didn't respond, but you supposed that, combined with your heavy exhale, was an answer in and of itself. You let your body go limp against the mattress. Getting into these spats was always so tiring.

He did have a point. You had almost never successfully persuaded him to do anything, so much so that trying often felt pointless. Maybe that was stubborn, but if so, you would gladly accept being stubborn.

You didn't make any move to do something petulant like squirm away or swat at him when he laid back down by your side, though. That would just lead to a whole new session of bickering, and you had had enough of that for one day. Or whatever unit of time could be used in a dark, windowless room.

#he is so dumb my poor baby boy 🙏#.x #yandere genshin impact #yandere xiao

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rachelfoleyisntdead · 7 months

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Kung Lao "what does Syzoth have that I don't?" Bruhhhh I'll give you a hint

HIS TONGUE 😛😋😍

#kung lao #ashrah x syzoth #ashrep #poor kung lao #my big dick himbo baby boy #someone get him a gf #he'd treat them right ashrah's just spoken for

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henrywinterswhore · 2 years

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jeremiah fisher you nasty cockblocker you 😭💞

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heretherebedork · 3 months

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The way Top runs from this? Absolutely flees? I love him so much. He's so panicked and so in love and he doesn't want to risk their friendship on his feelings but also can't help those feelings. What a baby boy.

#intern in my heart #topgrey #top x grey #grey x top #greytop #thai drama #thai series #i am destroyed entirely by them #i love them so much #top is my baby boy and i adore him #and poor top is struggling

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god-u · 3 months

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frenchie being kidnapped and kimiko thinking he’s gone cause of the kiss omg 😭😭

#x #the boys spoilers #my poor baby didn’t even know he was in danger #baby being kimiko btw.. not him

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televisongifs · 1 year

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KIMIKO & FRENCHIE 1x05 good for the soul

#kimiko the boys #kimiko miyashiro gifs #kimiko miyashiro gif #kimikomiyashiroedit #kimiko miyashiro #frenchie gif #frenchie gifs #frenchieedit #frenchie the boys #frenchie #frenchie x kimiko #karen fukuhara #my poor baby #*mygifs #*mine: gifs #*mine #sapphicgifss

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twstmemories · 2 years

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❛ cry, yell, whatever - i’m not gonna leave your side. ❜ ;;

For Cater please! Happy 1k milestone :))

drabble for 1k followers event

rubs hands together. i'm back on my cater agenda shenanigans. i look at this man and the only thing in my mind is angst and just wanting to comfort him.

As much as you love Cater, there were times you hoped he would just lose his composure.

Let go of that easygoing attitude, that masterfully honed smile and the light tone of voice that most of the time in your ears sounds a bit too chipper.

Let go of it all and lose his composure entirely. But as much as you would want that from Cater, both of you know far too well that Cater won't break down.

At least not in front of you or anyone else.

So when you ascend to the rooftops of Heartslabyul at 4 AM, you're not surprised to see Cater by the fence, his phone dangerously hovering above the other edge. And with how Cater is swinging it back and forth without properly gripping it makes you almost fear that any second now he will just drop it.

"The one time I had hoped that you wouldn't open that door and see me like this," Cater mutters with a low chuckle, making you tense by the doorway unsure if you should take a step towards the lone man.

You didn't know it would hurt so badly seeing him so broken.

In your moment of hestitation, you start to see the wheels inside Caters head start to turn, almost like he's forcing himself to go back to the Cater Diamond everyone knows.

And God forbid you shall let that happen, after everything you've tried to convey to him.

So before you can even understand what you're doing, you're already running over to him and throwing your arms around his neck. You can hear the distant sound of his phone clattering to the ground before you both tumble down to the floor of the rooftop.

"No, no, no please don't do that" you cry: "I don't care how many times I'll have to see you like this. I don't care that you don't want me to see you like this, but please at least for the times I do see you like this," you hurriedly say, pushing away from him only to cup his cheeks and making him stare directly at you.

"Cry, yell, whatever - I'm not gonna leave your side. At least not until you're done and ready to tackle another day," you whisper, stroking away a lone tear away that has fallen with a tender smile.

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland drabbles #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst drabbles #twst scenarios #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond scenarios #cater diamond imagines #cater diamond drabbles #ME: LET'S MAKE THIS ANGST #ALSO ME: I DO NOT WANT TO HURT CATER MY POOR BABY BOY LET ME COMFORT YOU #[[ 1k followers event !! ]]

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mikhailoisbaby · 2 years

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GALLADRABBLES :TMI 💩

This is my first idea and I stuck with it! I think this I set just before season 11. @galladrabbles in sorry.

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Ian sits cross-legged, back against the hallway wall as he listens to Mickey.

“ It feels like I’m shitting my organs out” Ian hears Mickey call out. “It fucking burns”

“ TMI mick” Ian laughs out but he knows mickey’s pain from the latest sickness bug that is being passed around the household.

“ iannn” Mickey once again calls outs

“ Mickey I can’t do anything baby,” Ian says watching as Carl walks up the stairs to then promptly turn around and go back downstairs

“ Come rub my tummy,” Mickey says as he opens the bathroom door open for Ian to join his suffering

#poor baby boy #he has an upset tummy #also yes I’m a bitch who has any tummy pain wants my tummy rubbed like cat #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #gallavich #ian and mickey #shameless us #ian x mickey #mickey and ian #galladrabbles

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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this is home

i’m sure we all know by now i have two types. big bad ass mfs who kill people for fun and pathetic little sweethearts who have mommy issues. today i will be writing for abner krill bc i just fell in love with him in suicide squad 😩and i def don’t have a lil crush on david dasmalchian <33. HERES SOME CONTENT FOR THOSE WHO WANT IT IK YALL ARE PARCHED !!!!

abner krill x afab reader

just some soft abner ;)

☆mentions of trauma sort of, poor lil meow meow alert

“abner? honey? would you mind letting the cat back in please ? I can’t remember if i did it earlier. she has a habit of leaving the yard if she’s out too long”.

he awoke with a start , his breathing labored. If he was going to die now he wasn’t going down without a fight. it took a moment for him to recognize his surroundings but once he did his muscles relaxed.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to startle you. i thought you were awake , i must have scared you have to death my poor baby”. she continued wrapping her arms around his waist and planting a gentle kiss on nape of his neck. “it’s ok my love it’s just me …no need for panic it’s okay you can just relax now”.

the familiar embrace of his lover filled his body with warmth. he couldn’t help but relax against her body. her arms wrapped around his torso gave him a sense of true safety.

glancing up he met the happy eyes looking down at him. they were y/n’s. he could never forget them.

“i’m ..i’m sorry i still have nightmares sometimes and they’re not easy to control. i’ve been working on it in therapy recently but it’s taking a while I’m really sorry -“

she pressed her index finger to his lips indicating him to stop talking.

“i’ve been dating you for almost a year and a half now abner you don’t need fo explain yourself to me. i know what you went through was not easy in the least bit and i don’t expect you to get over it any time soon. i’m gonna be here anyway”.

her voice sounded so silky and comforting. she was always so accepting of him. gently she ran her hands through his hair resting his head on his chest.

“i uh.. i love you”.

she smiled and giggled. “i know you do and i love you just as much if not more”.

running her hands through his hair she placed a few kisses on his forehead. “do you feel safe ? i’m going to check on sakē real quick. i’ll be right back”.

he shot up. “no.i can do it. you don’t have to get up. it’s okay”. the last thing he wanted to do was make her do any kind of extra work.

taking care of him had to have taken a tole on her. any time he was able to lighten her load he would do so in the blink of an eye.

“you can just rest here. i got it darling boy”.

as he tried to get up she pulled him back. “i’m so proud of you. just so you know i think you’re doing so much better”.

for a moment she just held him close enjoying feeling his warm skin against hers. it was so nice to have him home.

home. this was home.

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kawasiki-jo · 11 months

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Already crying about this, it's only the first sketch and I'm already emotionally attached

#my art #fanart #kinnporsche the series #macauchay #macau theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #gay #my poor baby macau #kinnporsche #fanfic #them on the roof #comfort #it's giving X-Men vibes #idky #dont ask me to explain #im tired #and i have two pending assignments for my business class #i may also be projecting #becauss boy am i on a roll with these fanart sketches

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acacia-luna-royal · 2 years

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GUYS!!! CHECK THIS OUT!! I NOTICED IT WHILST WATCHING THE PREVIEW FOR KINNPORSCHE EPISODE 8!!

Can’t see it, let me zoom in for you...

Still can’t see it, just a bit closer...

PORSCHE HAS A FUCKING VISIBLE HICKEY ON HIS NECK GUYS THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!

SOMEONE HOLD ME UP! 🥵🥵

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #Kinn x Porsche #KinnPorsche the Series la forte #hot fucking damn #this show is gonna literally kill me #I’ll die happy #my poor demisexual heart #stay strong baby #KinnPorsche is my therapy yet at the same time I need therapy because of it #no regrets #KinnPorsche episode 8 will end us all #BL Series #Boy Love

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radiocr0w · 5 months

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Reflecting...

Bringing back one of my old ocs because I feel bad I've been neglecting them for so long 😭

In case you didn't see my other post this silly guy's name is Jewel and he's a space explorer robot

#digital art #radiocrow #art #coolbeans #digital illustration #ibs paint x #fanart #My poor baby 😭#might make him a cod oc #robo boi #hes so babygirl #hes a literal femboy #i cant draw men help-

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roturo · 5 months

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ SHE'S BACK!

GUESS HE COULDN'T KEEP IT IN, SO HE HAD TO KEEP IT INSIDE! ₊˚⊹♡ dilf!gojo satoru x teacher!reader

tags: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, exhibitionism, getting caught, he fucks you while he's on the phone, overstimulation, dumbfication, fluff, gojo has an ex-wife, yuuji is gojo's son, age-gap.

A/N: well, this was surely and adventure and maybe self-indulgent title because guess what?, i'm back baby.

It was a nice morning, he felt clean. Like his life was finally steadying. Even after some stressful weeks trying to get rid of his now ex-wife, he won the trial and kept Yuuji. Poor little boy, just turning 5 years old and he’s already facing all this type of stress. But thankfully he will not be experiencing enduring his crazy mother behavior. Which basically was a gold digger, and a bitch– Not that he would ever say that outloud, maybe with other words? Bastard? Witch? Not that it really matters right now.

He could finally take a break now, just focusing on raising his little boy, and being an old boring 31 year old dad. Life doesn’t sound that bad.

“Daddy! Daddy!,” His son went running to his arms, almost stumbling by himself- clear happiness shown on his face. Quickly, Gojo opened his arms ready to lift the young kid. “Miss Y/N congratulated me on my homework! She was pretty amazed!”

Your name wasn’t unknown to him, Yuuji was very open when talking about his favorite teacher, even though he hasn’t seen you yet- from what he’s been told you’re the kid’s favorite, including Yuuji’s. “I had to talk about who’s my hero, and I chose you!” If this day wasn’t going great, it was now. Because his son's comment just made his whole week, life even.

“Oh look dad!” The little boy pointed towards your moving frame, each time getting clñoser towards them. “Daddy, this is Miss Y/N!” Yuuji kept presenting the both of you. He was really excited to present his two favorite persons to each other- but all Gojo could think of what’s how young and beautiful you looked. He expected someone older, maybe even an old lady with wrinkles and that loving grandma vibes, but what he saw made his heart beat in a way he never thought he would feel ever more.

“Daddy? Are you paying attention?” The little boy gained Gojo’s attention back, face now looking at him again. “I’m sorry kiddo, kinda just zoned out there. What did you just say?”

“Uhh, what was it? Oh! Did I tell you Miss Y/N told me you were a very handsome man?”

“Yuuji!” His gaze moved towards your blushed face, a hand covering part of your face. “I’m so sorry Mr.Gojo, I didn’t intend to say-”

Gojo cut you off before you could continue apologizing “It’s okay, I also think Ms.Y/N is a very beautiful woman.”

Uh, well. So this is how kinda you found yourself in this situation right now.

You swear it wasn’t your intention! You really tried, you really did, but how could someone say no to Mr.Gojo? And mostly because he really showed his attraction towards you. Sending Yuuji with a rose for you every day, and the little boy was rooting for his dad, because dear god- he did not shut up about him, and how happy he would be with a new girlfriend and maybe one he could call ‘mommy’ and give him a sister.

That made you blush.

Not only because the little boy commented on it, and was agreeing- but because it was his dad’s idea.

“You’re so wet, s-shit.” Loud thrusts filled the room, he was fucking you raw on his sofa– waiting for Yuuji’s mom to bring him back, the little boy was eager to come back and ‘see Ms.Y/N and his daddy finally starting to fall in love’

Kids being kids. But, he was right- the both of you were falling in love with eachother.

Gojo throws back his head, immersed in the warmth radiating off your walls and he lets your moans take him to another world. In a haste decision, he slips your dress over your head before tossing it. He mouths at your tits, plump and stiff between his lips, and he hurdles a deeper round of thrusts inside you.

When you get a little too loud, his hand comes over to clamp your mouth, wolf like eyes staring back at you, “Shut it. You don’t deserve to speak.”

His thin white tee that stays a barrier between you and him does not hide the rippling body underneath that seemed to be sculpted by gods. He presses into you, grunting, using you like his personal sex doll and you embrace it, thrive from it, come to it. Your hips contract, slewing in perfect circles, before having your legs fall gradually lifeless as you arousal drip down your thighs.

“Ffffucckkk- oh baby, would you like that? Be full of me and my baby? Make me a daddy again?”

“yesyesyesyes, make me yours Mr.Gojo-”

He pays your climax no mind,a smirk clearly showing on his face while he fucks you on his sofa- You could muffle your screams of pleasure easier here. Turning your head back to face him, you notice now he’s shirtless–taut and shiny from sweat like a large set of Hawaiian rolls–before seeing how quick he is to fit back inside you.

“Good girl.” His husky voice resonates and pushes you back into the sheets. “Good girls get rewards, don’t they?” Your poor fucked up mind couldn’t think clearly now. The way your abused and overstimulated pussy was still taking his rock hard cock gratefully inside you was making every feel giddy. A sudden noise bringing back a little part of your senses, Gojo clearly grunting grabbed his what you suppose phone, and answered. Not bothering to stop his thrusts.

“Yeah?,” His voice sounded almost like a whisper because of how breathy it was. “Gojo? I’m almost at your house- Yuuji wanted some ice-cream and bought some for you and… your new girlfriend?” His chuckle interrupted his ex-wife’s conversation, accompanied with a whimper at the feeling of you clenching on him- overstimulation clearly bringing you back to climax soon again.

A slap was heard from his part of the line, an unbelievable laugh coming from his ex-wife line, clearly noticing what was going on and then she finally heard you moan. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, and you were too fucked out to feel embarrased about it right now.

“Finish before I leave Yuuji- Enjoy yourself.” Gojo was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t even realize she hung up before he even processed what happened.

His grunts and sounds of skins slapping are all you hear as he pounds you back into the sofa. It feels like heaven beneath his weight. You were feeling flushed to the touch, but making contact with his skin was like an inferno. He was the embodiment of heat and as suffocating as that could’ve been, it melts you like it’s how it always should’ve been.

His pace eventually falters, followed by a hushed “fuck,” and he empties out into your used hole. The moment he pulled out, a knock was heard.

“Shit. Can you walk?”

PART 2

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