anyways so why is it really hot watching a girl get completely fucking railed while i hold her by the jaw and make her look at me as she takes it? even better if i can kiss her messy moaning lips and whisper how well she’s doing for me. so wet and warm and mindless. praising the person fucking her and telling them when to go harder, slower, faster— deeper. lmfao… i’m thinking i might be the type to want like two play pets. i really do get off on the idea of having two yummy playthings that are subby enough that they’ll do almost anything within their limits to win my favor and approval. and afterwards i get to treat them with such intense affection !!!! <3
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Headcanon that merlin and Arthur can only die if the other is by their side. (Merlin can only die if Arthur is next to him, and Arthur can only die if merlin is next to him). This can explain the whole immortality thing, how Arthur escaped so many near death experiences, and opens the door for a reversed role where Merlin was the one to die instead. Also, the amount of angst and heartache that this creates is insurmountable. Also, I just really like greek tragedies, and I think only being able to experience death when your other half is near is pretty fucking tragic. (Also, I just really want a fic where they both spend their fair share of time being immortal and then finally die in eachothers arms, even better if they poisoned themselves together so they will never have to leave eachother again)
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Transcript:
No... How can this be?
Daddy’s favorite wine sippy cup...
Now I’m going to have to drink it out of the box like a fucking animal!
You’ve taken everything from me, Machine.
And now we’re going to get drunk together.
That’s right, the only way to repay me for your sins and the breaking of my favorite wine glass, is to finish off this box of wine with me!
And we’re going to have conversations that we think are deep only because we're drunk off our asses.
And by dawn's light, who knows, maybe enemies will be turned into…
EVEN STRONGER FUCKING ENEMIES I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.
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Buddie fic where in an ambiguous earlier season (before bucktaylor?) Eddie is hanging out in his kitchen while he watches Buck cook. They’re having a good time, laughing together, when something sparks an unease in Eddie. A phone call? a visitor? A comment he just remembered? That makes him feel like he’s taking advantage of Buck by always letting him cook for them. That maybe it might be nice if Eddie actually learned to cook a dish or two to better balance their dynamic.
And he obviously thinks about going to Bobby or his abuela, but he can feel his chest tighten in embarrassment and Eddie doesn’t like the feeling nor does he want to examine why he felt too seen when he thought of going to the people he cares about, so he signs himself up for some beginner cooking lessons.
He tells no one and he feels incredibly uncomfortable when the entire class is filled with older women (think 50-60s). He’s incredulous at first because all of these women seem to know more than the basics and they spend a lot of the class gossiping about people he doesn’t know. He doesn’t mean to get sucked into the drama, he’s here to learn to cook!, but then Debra mentions her daughter getting into a fight in a Denny’s parking lot and Eddie feels like he’s listening to a bad telenovela and he can’t stop himself from opening his mouth and piping up with his thoughts.
At first he’s terrified as the entire group looks at him, but then Colleen, Midwest accent and one of the more sarcastic women, nods at him and goes on about how he’s right.
Soon Eddie gets dragged into this group and while he does learn some things about cooking, he realizes that he made friends. With people he doesn’t work with!
Eventually why he was there gets brought up and he gets clocked as being in love with Buck so fast that his head spins. He wants to freak out about it, but Georgia pats his hand and smirks at him before asking if his Buck is handsome. The others all cackle when he blushes, but after they see a picture of Buck after a work out and one with him cuddling Chris, all they can do is gush at Eddie.
He loves it. He won’t ever admit it, but he loves it.
So he spends two nights every week learning what a ragù is and teaming up with Paula in an attempt to convince Pam that she’d spent two decades too many on her deadbeat husband.
(And if Buck is surprised when Eddie cooks them pasta on a rare night Chris is with his abuela, and he blushes a pretty pink color that leaves Eddie lightheaded, well that just means he has something to tell The Girls tomorrow evening in between making pie dough and trying to get Lottie to admit she thinks Mr. Harris, her upstairs neighbor, is handsome.)
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off topic from my previous post(s), i absolutely adore how chuuya isnt doing jackshit to help dazai in the current chapters
like bro was forced to fly to a different continent, get into vampire cosplay, get thrown around like a pokemon by some anemic guy that might as well be jesus himself, be waterboarded in anti ability water, listen to 2 corny speeches crafted by shitty dazai and then in the end he still had to fix dazais broken leg, MY MAN IS ABSOLUTE DONE.
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happy new year reegis !!!!!
HAPPY NEW YEARS TO EVERYBODY!!!!!
i havent moved in over 4 years(!!???,) so apparently im Rusty, its taking up sm more of my time than expected 😭😭 but hopefully tomorrow (or the day after, if im being realistic,,) ill finally be able to get back to my regular art nonsense, its only been a few days but i miss yalllll
im not used to not having roommates & its way too quiet so if any of u have any questions/asks u wanna send 😔🤲🏻
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