#shut the flo up

[flowereclipsie]

rewatching the goddamn crush injury everyone trying to lift the ladder truck off bucks leg scene again and tell me why eddie diaz who is still a probationary firefighter might i add and has only done one year and all of it wasn’t spent in medical and who is also literally eight pack eddie is, alongside hen, the only person not helping lift the truck and is instead there holding bucks hand and looking after him. chim who has so much more experience in medical is helping and even though he’s interim captain you’d still think he’d be the one with hen right?

he’s being strong for buck and everyone else is being strong lifting the truck.

[harpy-scout]

Uhjhhghhhhhh My beautiful wife named miss Flo Pauling,,,,,,,,

[pearlcaddy]

lockwood & co appreciation week 💀 favorite minor character

Montagu Barnes

[theswizzle16]

me and all the other 50+1 defenders are pouring one for atalanta tonight

[terranimbus]

level-5 has about 100 more employees than gamefreak.... (300 to about 200+ i know gf hired ppl recently)

i wonder if they just spread themselves too thin

[bluehandprint]

I think some spn fans are so unwell they'll pay to watch jensen poop like nobles did with louis xiv

[themyscirah]

OH forgot to say my #1 beef with the suicide squad movie (bc i can't let my hater reputation fall by the wayside) anyways the fact that they have that random ass white woman there instead of flo (amanda walker's niece) makes me want to show up at dc hq and pluck someone's eyeballs out. THE AMOUNT OF POTENTIAL THEYRE MISSING-

[regina-cordium]

Pro tip: if shorty is an out of shape 27 year old, shorty can not get low

[inabsentiiarch]

I made the mistake of thinking about that one other noble npc Lucan used to have a fling with because now I'm not only shipping them but I want to give that cleric their own blog.

[roosterbruiser]

“All three of us can make some fucking noise”

Millie if you don’t stop making me die laughing over these fucking tags I’m turning your notifs off 😡

Jk will never do that but I am laughing so hard there are tears so

HAHAHAH

I'm a whore <3

[flowereclipsie]

peak romance is buddie squished together in the fire truck, knees touching and all while eddie sarcastically talks about his sign to marry shannon and buck looks at him with the biggest fondest love face ever.

[dulcento]

# CHEWBACCA ?!

๑ sum. ceo of the HPE ( hairy pussy eaters ) club: TOJI FUSHIGURO

content ∿ warnings◞ fem. reader, established relationship, explicit content, foul language, feminine pet names, cunnilingus, reader’s got a bush ( duh ), dirty talk, one pussy spank, mating press, whore used once

wc. 1k

lola’s ☆ note. …..this was supposed to be a drabble 🌚

“no.”

your denial falls on deaf ears, toji’s stout fingers latching onto your hips, dragging you closer to the edge of the couch. “babe!” your pitch heightens as you snap your hardcover book shut, swatting his hand with it. toji flinches, letting go of your hips like they were on fire. “the hell?” he shakes his hand dramatically as if trying to propel the pangs right from his bones.

“hmph, serves you right,” you huff, snootiness lacing your tone, tilting your chin high, determined to maintain some semblance of composure. toji exhales a long-suffering huff, resting his cheek against your outstretched inner thigh, indigo irises squinting up at you. “what’s goin’ on, doll?” he murmurs, his voice low, brimming with curiosity. he knows something’s up. you’re never one to turn down the holy trinity— slurps, suckles, and laps —from the man before you. unless, of course, aunt flo makes her rude appearance. but judging by the lack of deserted dove dark chocolate wrappers and your atypical pout, he’s certain your rejection is rooted entirely in something else.

“nothing’s ‘goin’ on’,” you mimic, deflecting with a biting tone. toji’s scarred lips curl into a smirk, his amusement thinly veiled. “yeah? then why am i still talking to you and not your pussy?” seduction drips from his tongue, his hands mapping out the curve of your waist, settling on the plush swell of your hips. You ignore the shiver whizzing up your spine, swallowing back his effect on you. instead, you spit, “keep trying me, and you won’t talk to my pussy again.” a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, deep and unshaken, as if your feeble attempt at a threat only further serves as entertainment for him.

“oh girl, you wouldn’t last a day without my tongue fucking this perfect pussy,” toji emphasized his assertion with a harsh flick to your clothed bundle of nerves, relishing in your startled gasp. cute. as your eyes begin to settle into a sharp glare, it diminishes as toji inflicts another flick to your steadily erecting pearl. “ah!” you cry, savoring the delicious pain his rough touch imposed on your covered sensitivity. toji’s smirk turns cheshire, gazing upon the desire coating your pupils, turning them glossy.

“now hush, and lemme eat,” toji, with the quickness of flash, rips your lacy thong at the seam, flinging the shredded fabric to the side, exposing your hairy cunt to his starving orbs. wait… hair? his raven brow raises, finger pads tenderly spreading your legs, which have snapped shut like a clam. toji’s blown stare zeros in on your bush, the hairs soaked in your tacky essence, curling slightly.

an inferno spreads across your cheeks as the silence stretches on. and right there, barren to the cool air circulating in the shared living room, is why you turned down toji’s unrelenting advances. any titillating verbiage withers on his tongue, the muscle feeling overgrown, overcoming with the feral need to taste you.

“i… i didn’t get a wax this month,” you confess, embarrassment latching onto your tongue, licking each syllable you utter. “so, i get if you—” a thunderous smack! echoes through the room, your body jolting at the sudden, painful sensation descended upon your throbbing nub. as toji pulls his hand back from your pussy, sticky arousal strings create a lewd connection, locking you together.

“don’t talk, woman,” the heel of toji’s palm grounded deeply into your clit, circular motions urging your pedicured toes to curl in the air. “the only girl that should be talkin’ to me, is this whore of a pussy you got here,” toji lowers his handsome face, eye level to the ‘girl’ in question, “spread her f’me,” his sizable hands cup the bends of your knees, pressing the caps into the perky flesh of your tits, ably folding you like clean sheets.

slicing your digit through the crevice of your pussy, parting your unruly pubes, toji’s warm, moistened tongue darts from between his lips, lapping at the slick woven into your short and curlies. as your honeyed nectar tangos with his taste buds, toji curses under his breath, “fuck,” causing erotic butterflies to flutter in your tummy. “toj, ‘s nasty,” you whine, your hips bucking, clinging onto the subtle tickling of your strands brushing your labia. oh, how you’re an inherent contradiction.

“jus’ how i like your pussy,” toji winks, his tongue slithering from your now clean pubes to your stiff button, circling the bud before engulfing the rigid pearl into his hot cavern. toji’s lips encapsulate your clit, sucking fiercely, as his head moves back and forth, back and forth, back and— “fuck! ngh, hah,” you mewled, your manicured phalanges threading into his dark tresses, shifting his hair away from his forehead.

the sheer intensity of his movements floods you, sending your back arching against the couch cushions. a relentless focus burns brightly in his dilated pupils, leaving not a shred of uncertainty— he is by no means finished with you. toji’s thumbs usurp yours, pulling back the skin of your clit, snapping his tongue against the bundle of nerves in quick succession.

“such a g-good fucking t-tongue, shiiit,” you stutter, your voice trembling with insatiable hunger. toji beams at your praise, driving him to devour you with unabashed urgency. from hasty figure eights being precisely drawn, to eager, desire-filled kisses, no part of your sopping heat is left bare by his unabated lust.

it’s too much— he’s too much. your palm presses upon his damp forehead, a faint, desperate effort to push him away as the blissful coil of your climax tightens in your loins. “haah~ wait… tojiii! don’t—” too late. your needy cries fall into an abyss, toji being too far gone to recognize the way your body convulses, your climax hitting you like a freight train. between your melodic chorus of pornographic music and the soft caress of your pubes on his shaven face, there was no way he was going to stop.

as your pussy flutters, akin to wings on a butterfly, toji swiftly inserts two digits into your rapidly pulsating cunt, reveling in the effect he has on your body. separating his lips from your pearl with a wet pop! toji’s perma-smirk is already etched onto his expression. “keep this pussy hairy for me, doll. it tastes better this way.”

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[drcuriousvii]

Second(third?)-guessing my choice of ambition for TFD again.

Like HD is probably most in character for them and Mr. Cards is probably the treasure most directly aligned with their interests and goals. I just. Have done the opening of HD so many times and it always hits that wall fairly early on when you need a ship and. I don't know! Pre-PoSI kinda drags on, yknow?

[edelgards]

🤕

[sonderessence]

HE SPEED IN THE WRAITH WITH HIS HAND ON MA COOCHIE, HE TOUCHIN' EMILLIO PUCCI

[bluehandprint]

It doesn't happen often but sometimes my brain is just too loud and i can't read