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shcyc · 1 year
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drunk! kaveh is so whiny and clingy, will not let go of you the moment alhaitham ‘throws’ him into your house, you can tell just how much he misses you because of how tight he hugs you, it’s almost suffocating
drunk! kaveh tumbles down the sofa while you’re making some sort of medicine for him and hides behind your cabinet to try and surprise you when you try to find him
drunk! kaveh hugs you from behind, trapping you between the table and him, shocking you and earning himself a light slap on his arm
‘drunk!’ kaveh buries his head to your neck as he press kisses down your jaw to your shoulders before admitting that he’s not drunk, and that he just wanted to see you
‘drunk!’ kaveh lifts you onto the table and stands between your legs as his hands trail under your shirt and up your stomach, cold hands sending shivers down your spine and with the way he touches you
‘drunk!’ kaveh pushes himself closer to you and groans when his straining cock comes into contact with you, and you can’t help but squirm in his hold with the way he’s pushing into you
‘drunk!’ kaveh is so, so desperate for you, he’s so desperate he has your clothes torn off of you in a second before he’s actually pushing himself into your glistening core, and he swears as he let’s out the most heavenly groan you’ve ever heard
‘drunk!’ kaveh does everything he can to make you both feel good and sends you to your high so quickly you couldn’t even comprehend what was going on, and he’s so annoying with it too, teasing and overstimulating you even after you cum
‘drunk!’ kaveh laughs as you ‘lecture’ him about lying and promises he will do it again
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icallhimjoey · 7 months
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sometimes you just have to think about how joe goes to touch his dick just before he walks down the stairs in that hoard clip for an hour, you know?
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lilkikibat · 8 months
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soooo i am watching my country the new age… love them.
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spoiledskullz · 2 months
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I love movie Knuckles and think he's funny and cute and did a lot to repair Knuckles' reputation but he's still definitely not the perfect example of Knuckles
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Every time someone goes off on this philosophical rant about the gods I'm just.
Yeah! Okay! Feel however you feel about the gods! But Predathos is an unknown quantity powerful enough to eat MULTIPLE gods, which was an active threat to Exandria at a previous time. Are you SO dedicated to the desire to "free" mortals from the gods that you're ready to stake the life of everyone on the planet on something called "the God Eater" knowing where to stop?
If yes, I'm going to need you to take two BIG steps back and walk me through your research on a Predathos muzzle in excruciating detail before I'm on board.
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hilema · 2 years
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Come see inside my bones
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variousqueerthings · 5 months
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listen martha and rose never directly interact, but just see one another on a screen and give one another compliments from afar and then they hug one time in the back of a group shot, but I know, I know the truth, which is that they're amazing narrative parallels who deserve to turn that parallel into a...
single line
or something...
smooches
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kakusu-shipping · 1 year
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It’s my blog and I’ll post what I want to even if what I want to post is a Post Mario Movie Mario X Luigi mini fic because it’s my blog and I’ll post what I want to
So far away, and still together.
In which Mario and Luigi move in
“Last box!” Mario called, the loud thud of said cardboard box hitting the floor causing Luigi to flinch. “We’re officially moved in.”
Moved in... Moved in to Toad town, in a world so far away yet just a single pipe from Brooklyn. So far from that apartment they’d grown up in, from their food thief uncles, and mama’s fresh pasta. So far..
Mario’s hand brushed Luigi’s, and the younger flinched, pulling his hand quickly away on reflex.
They’d always been together, Mario and Luigi, as more than just brothers, as long as they could remember. When they were kids it was fine, no one batted an eye. Why was Luigi in Mario’s bed? He’s scared of the dark, and they shared a room anyway. Why does Mario kiss Luigi on the forehead so much? He’s affectionate, let the boy be affectionate.
It wasn’t until Middle school, when their father clonked their heads together, when they’d almost had their first real kiss, when their mother sat them down and talked in her worried, loving voice. She’d explained it like they didn’t know what they were doing, like they were confused, like she’d done wrong by not splitting them sooner.
They got separate rooms after that.
Sense then it got harder. They remained ever the same, but quieter. Secretive. Careful. They didn’t want to disappoint their mother, or get whacked over the head again by their father. They were lucky they were Italian, and affection was the normal between their family. Though somehow it never felt like enough.
“Lu. Luigi. Look at me.” Mario’s hand laced in Luigi’s, there in the living room. Their living room. Their home. Luigi turned to his brother, face red and eyes wet. Here in this house so far away from everything they’d ever know, in a locked house all their own, Mario laid a gentle hand on Luigi’s cheek and pressed his lips over his brother’s.
It wasn’t their first kiss, they’d snuck in a few, and it wasn’t like it’d been forever sense they’d kissed, just earlier today in fact while packing up Luigi’s room they’d exchanged a peck, yet this one. This one. It made Luigi’s leg’s shake.
Luigi wrapped his finger’s around Mario’s overall straps and pressed closer, closer, closer, never close enough. Mario held onto Luigi’s cheeks, bending back into the desk from his bedroom now propped here in their living room, it was all he could do to stop himself from toppling over.
Here in their home Luigi thought this kiss could go on forever and he wouldn’t care. He could run out of breath and keep going. He could starve and still stand there, his lips pressed against his brother’s.
When Mario moved his hands to Luigi’s shoulders and pushed him back, the younger resisted, using Mario’s overalls to pull himself back, pressing back into his lips harder, closer, deeper.
“Lu-” Mario spoke into his brother’s lips, pushing him back again. The older gasped for breath, practically sitting on his old wooden desk.
Luigi found himself snapped out of his trance, immediately retreating three large steps back and he spilled apologizes, wringing his hands together in front of his chest. His cheeks flushed, his eyes stung with tears. He’d gone overboard, he’d always gone overboard. He’s the reason they’d gotten caught in the first place, and nearly gotten caught so many times after. And now here he was, putting Mario at risk again in their brand new home. Why’s he gotta be such a screw up-
Mario’s lips once again pressed to Luigi’s, soft and quick and enough to shut him up. “Deep breath, bro.” He said gently, placing his hand on his brother’s waist, “In and out, nice and slow.”
Luigi took a few steadying breaths before laying his forehead on his brothers shoulder, “I’m sorry..” He shook softly, gripping onto the front of Mario’s overalls.
“For what? Kissin’ the love of you life openly and passionately for the first time in your life? Taking my breath away? Pinnin’ me to my desk like a horn dog?”
“I-I did not PIN you!” Luigi shot up, face deep red as he pushed away from his brother.
Mario chuckled, pulling Luigi back, “You didn’t bend me over the desk kissing at me like you’d never see me again?”
“Shut up!! Shut Up!!!” Luigi slapped his hand over Mario’s face, pushing at him again, “I did not bend you over!!!”
Mario continued to laugh, kissing at Luigi’s hand before scooping him up and spinning them both and toppling onto the couch with Luigi on his lap. The younger buried himself into his brother’s shoulder, ears burning red.
There were boxes to unpack, cleaning and sorting and probably some paper work to be done, but it all could wait.
For now, Mario and Luigi laid comfortably together on their little beat up loveseat they’d bought off some guy in Kings for $250, in their living room, their house, so far away from the little apartment they’d grown up in. So far away, and still together.
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goldturnedgray · 1 year
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whoever was the first person to call lark songbird i am kissing you on the mouth with tongue in between forehead smooches
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digit4lslut · 6 months
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sighhhhhh who’s gonna let me talk during movies and still love me. i’m tired of being shushed. a girl like me needs to have a little conversation in between scenes. talk my little heart out. talk about the cinematography. the body language of the actors. the music.
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felixcosm · 21 days
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I'm watching Moral Orel and so far my two thoughts are:
man this is scarily accurate to how Christians act
i need to fuck clay
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lunetual · 1 year
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(„• ᴗ •„) ♡
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evcndiaz · 3 months
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not to be "the absence of something is also its presence" but the longer we go without buddie, the more buddie is repeatedly hitting me in the face with a comically large hammer
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lunar-gl1tch · 7 months
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Shinji Kido
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kitausuret · 5 months
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stares out the window
I need to write HarryFlash
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revelisms · 10 months
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Arcane folks who are also suffering the Silco and Vander brainrot — what things do you think these two associate with each other? What do you think is the memory each of them hold the closest from their years together (and/or the memory that severed their trust/respect)?
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