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prankvids · 2 months
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ऐसे कोन करता हैं ? Is She a GoldDigger ???????? || *Prank || DEEPANSHU MANNI ||
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powerofbanana · 7 months
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when you marry an old man but you die first
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wellreadwyvern · 1 year
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🎉HAPPY PUB DAY!🎉 Wishing the fabulous @roshanichokshi both a happy birthday *and* a happy pub day for The Last Tale of the Flower Bride! Last night, Roshani was joined by @sanjenasathian (author of Gold Diggers) to launch her book tour. Both writers could not have been more gracious at the signing table. And I completely fan-girled with nervous excitement. Put me in front of one of my favorite authors and I struggle to form a sentence. Thank you Roshani and Sanjena for a lovely evening! ❓Who is one of your favorite authors? And would you be able to keep your cool if you met them? #thelasttaleoftheflowerbride #roshanichokshi #golddiggers #sanjenasathian #authorevent #littleshopofstories #georgiacenterforthebook #fairytale #gothicfairytale #pubday #newbooktuesday #newrelease #bookstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CopfeEUhz9G/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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standuphippy · 2 years
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The Afghan Whigs 05/07/22 This warm-up gig at a tiny venue could have just been a showcase for the new album and we would have been happy, but instead we got a full, career-spanning set. Their first show in four years proved the Afghan Whigs are hungry as ever. This year has been unbelievable. #afghanwhigs #gregdulli #golddiggers (at Gold-Diggers) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdTyTebPsem/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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thesmpisonfire · 11 months
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"awww, its a shame you're poor :("
FOREVER THATS UR SON'S 1% DAD SJFJSKFKSKF
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kokominx · 5 months
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The best thing I’ve ever learned was to be ok rejecting a man’s first offer. Specifically for gifts, money or vacations. Because I can guarantee that whatever he offered you, he can do better. They never offer you the -BEST- first.
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tosahobi-if · 12 days
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MC is looking at blushy Jinwol like "Fix him? I can ruin him (financially)" 😈
HAHAHA the idea of a power-hungry mc romancing jinwol just for his status and money and going oh fuck when they end up catching feelings is hilarious to me 😆
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an-au-blog · 5 months
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I've been listening to "Dinero" all day and now I've got fem golddigger! Buggy on my mind.
I can elaborate... but I'll just leave it at that for now.
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axlrosebaby · 10 months
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that last post? i'm so glad we're talking about that because i'm ready to break my silence.
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like??? hel..?oo?? old man axl??? this era?... this particular picture has been driving me crazy from days on end i need more of your thoughts
let me bring up this photo again.
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i just want to be his sugar baby please...just imagine you standing next to him and someone snaps a candid of him letting you take a puff of his cigar.
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he'd shower you with gifts and kisses. he's also definitely into the idea of having a younger girlfriend. he doesn't like ageing (obviously) and you make him feel young again. his pretty little thing that hangs on his arm and follows him everywhere. he loves showing you off to all his friends and showing them how sweet you are ��🤗
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nitpickrider · 5 months
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Nice job, Rachel on the code names. No one in 1993 would have heard of the incredibly popular and culturally influential 70s sitcom Laverne and Shirley! Your undercover skills match your boyfriend's. Captain America 428
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gh0stseeker · 23 days
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What should Briggsy and Yorgrim's Ship name be?(If there isn't one already)
I'm thinking GoldDigger cause it's funny
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ccuniculusmolestus · 2 months
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It’s okay if you deleted it XD
Now write it 🔫 🥰 (just kidding!) but seriously. Write it👽
(The story is set in Rome, a week and a half since they landed. All the deets in the book abt Henry's irritation w Bunny are relevant. To start off, they went to a boutique Bun really wanted to visit :3) Anyway, nsfw below! I tried! I'm so sick bcs of my meds rn but this ask for some reason has been haunting me (jk) anyway it was an interesting concept (the concept: bunny rides henry) and i wanted to write it so lets go :3 Request: Winterbunny smut Words: 2953
At the store, Henry’s patience was tested once again.
He bought Bunny two Italian suits and they’d cost him another fortune. But as long as Bunny was happy, right? (Wrong.). But now that Bunny was happy (and this would not last long, Henry knew), his glee turned him even more talkative than he'd been all week, which was really saying something. And it meant that now, he was fantasizing about getting even more things. When they returned to the palazzo, Bunny was buzzing with energy. On the other hand was Henry, utterly miserable and sapped of his energy and of his will to live.
He wasn't at all prepared for a chatty, excited Bunny when they got home. Henry just wanted to rest. He wanted to eat some dinner and maybe read some Homer. He was exhausted. He didn't want to spend time chit-chatting with Bunny, so he went to his room and bothered only with his coat– dropping it blindly into the seat beside his bed, and then he laid down with a groan.
In not even an instant, Bunny was beside him, excitedly yapping his head off, not even pausing for a damn breath.
Henry of course couldn't even sleep because Bunny was now in his ear, babbling a mile a minute.
He tried to ignore him, closing his eyes and turning his head away.
Bunny was, contrary to Henry’s understanding, also a little tired. Neither of them were fatigued just yet, but they were both tired. And Bunny’s talking was beginning to exhaust even himself (thank god!). As Bunny’s chatter slowed down, he rested his head on Henry’s arm.
Henry felt the boy's head, but otherwise he didn't react.
He was just completely done. If Bunny wanted to use him as a pillow, then so be it. He didn’t give a damn.
Bunny fell silent for a moment.
Thank God, thought Henry.
And he would be proven correct in just a while.
Perhaps the gods were finally feeling bad for Henry, and perhaps they’d decided he’d earned some relief, perhaps they’d taken Bunny’s annoying voice away for a while. But Henry knew better than that. This was Bunny. He was bound to resume his babbling in another moment. Even the gods couldn’t stop him from running that mouth.
Henry moved again, to lay on his back (and also it was an attempt to brush Bunny off). But Bunny’s head was now on Henry’s chest, and he was, in fact, climbing Henry a little.
……what?
Henry looked down. 
Bunny was on him. He was lying. On top of Henry. One of his legs was in between Henry’s own, and he was attached more to the side of Henry’s body.
Henry gently moved Bunny's head off of his chest.
His head just moved back into place.
“Henry, do you think the drug cartels are a good way of making money?”
Henry blinked at the ceiling, wondering if he’d heard the question right. Once again, he questioned his own sanity or ability to hear.  
“What in God’s name are you talking about?” 
“You know, drug cartels.” Bunny mumbled, cheek squished against Henry’s chest. 
“My pal Cloke, you know him, was telling me about these guys he knows in New York. They run a tight circle. They make a lot of money.” Bunny was just babbling again, playing with the button on Henry’s shirt.
"No, I don't believe that drug cartels are a good way of making money." Henry repeated bitterly, a mocking element to his tone.
He was fed the hell up. This boy had the attention span of a two-year-old. He should have been exhausted from all the bullshit he had been spewing from his mouth the entire evening, but no. No, no, no, Bunny Corcoran was never tired.
“But it’s quick and it’s easy,” Bunny insisted.
He readjusted with a small grunt, having almost slipped off Henry.
And it's illegal, Henry rolled his eyes.
He was so irritated with Bunny’s lack of general awareness; Henry didn’t want him on top of him, he wasn't interested in discussing this topic. Space. Please. All he needed was some space.
"You do realize that it's illegal, right?" 
“Well, your dad does illegal stuff too.” Bunny said without thinking. “It’s how everyone makes money.”
Henry was struck speechless. He didn’t know if he should be offended or surprised or nothing at all– he knew his father’s company was not as pristine and crime-free as it presented itself. And while corporate crime was greatly different from trafficking crime, at the end of the day, crime was crime.
Bunny was much smarter than he seemed. And he had quite a knack for hitting below the belt. Though Henry wasn’t sure if Bunny was trying to be purposefully antagonistic at the moment.
Bunny’s head moved on Henry’s chest. He turned his face the other way. And he clung to Henry a bit more, trying to not slip off him. His little movements were putting a strain on Henry. He really did treat him like a damn plush toy. Henry could feel him trying to get as close as possible.
Bunny sat up a little and put his other leg over Henry’s other one, so now he was straddling him.
“So illegality isn’t an issue, really. Is it?”
Henry's eyes snapped open as Bunny straddled him, all sleep and fatigue flying out of them. 
Not that he was bothered, of course. He didn’t mind Bunny’s body pressed against him.
…….
No… wait, no, of course he did mind it. He very much minded it. He was very not okay with this.
…….
Goddamn it all.
“I mean, are we concerned about morality? Are we really?” Bunny pressed on quietly, his voice soft, his eyes glinting strangely in the moonlight.
Were they still talking about cartels and crime?
Henry’s brows furrowed. Bunny was really doing a number on his brain this evening.
"If we're talking in terms of morality, then of course drug cartels are not morally sound."
Bunny leaned over Henry, “But do we care if it’s moral or not?”
Something strange was happening. Henry couldn’t really fathom it– his mind felt so twisted and stretched around whatever was going on…it was not in its capacity, it seemed, to really register what the hell was happening. This was a side of Bunny he had never seen before. And even more crazily enough, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.
“Well, do you care?” Henry asked, his voice sharp… and not entirely platonic.
He knew he himself didn’t particularly care about morality.
“If I have to be honest,” Bunny mumbled, lips hovering too close. “Not really.”
Again, Henry had to wonder, what were they really talking about?
He could feel Bunny's breath on his skin.
It didn’t make sense to him– why did he feel so damn relaxed, despite having one of the most awkward conversations he’d had in a while? And the more Henry tried to make sense of it, the more he realized he couldn’t. He kept getting distracted. Bunny’s eyes were boring into his, and somehow they were silencing every single thought.
“Do you care? About morality? About sin?” Bunny asked.
What are we getting at here, really? Henry wanted to ask, but he could only stare for a while, eyes a little wide. They weren’t talking about drug trafficking anymore, were they?
"Not really." Henry mumbled, his voice distant, as if he was very far away.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Oh, they definitely were not still talking about crime.
Henry's breath caught in his throat. Bunny was insane. This was insane. The world was insane.
But what was he waiting for?
He had no damn clue.
“What am I waiting for?” 
Henry's heart thumped in his chest.
“Yes, what?”
“I…” Henry couldn’t finish his sentence. Bunny was too close, too tempting.
He was just as much of a tease as he was a pest.
Bunny’s lips were trembling with want, and the frustration that came with it— he was ready. He was being bold despite his own inhibitions. He went all this way— if Henry hesitated now…
Thankfully, he didn’t. Henry finally reached up to pull him down.
He had been resisting him for too long, anyway. It was time.
Bunny moaned softly as Henry’s lips crashed up into his own. He made a sweet sound. Henry’s lips pushed back against Bunny’s with an almost desperate intensity. It was soft– softer than it should have been. Their faces pressed into each other.
Bunny was still straddling Henry, and he moved his hips— he didn’t know how to, at least not consciously. But his body seemed to know what to do just fine. Henry could feel Bunny moving against him, and before he could stop himself, his body responded. He pressed up against Bunny, grinding against him, and it felt so damn….good.
Bunny’s mouth fell open in a sharp gasp as Henry grinded his hips upward. A guttural whine was ripped out of his throat, his back arched a little and his head leaned back.
Henry was losing all control as he pushed himself into Bunny as tightly as he could. And the sound of Bunny's groan did something very unexpected to Henry. It caused a sound to come from him as well. A sound as raw as Bunny's, as uncontrolled as Bunny's. Something very foreign to the cold exterior he usually projected.
"Gods…." He moaned.
Bunny said Henry’s name.
Henry's whole body was trembling now. His body could not move any further into Bunny's. When Bunny said his name, he froze. He didn't know what to do. His mind was a scramble of emotions and thoughts, and he realized what was happening and he thought of putting an end to it all–
But then Bunny moaned again, and the sound sent a jolt of electricity rushing through his body. 
He knew he liked the sound of it too much to want to stop now.
Henry’s arms wrapped tightly around Bunny, holding him close as their bodies writhed and grinded together. Henry’s breathing became faster and more labored as he pushed himself as deeply into Bunny as he could, and Bunny’s quiet gasps and heavy breathing matched his. It was very obvious in that moment what role each of them would be playing in this moment, and those to come. 
Henry squeezed Bunny tighter. Bunny made sounds from the back of his throat, right next to Henry’s ear. They sent shivers down Henry's spine, through his body and right down to the tips of his fingers and toes. Henry felt, just then, something drop in the pit of his stomach. And it was very uncomfortable, but it felt pleasurable at the same time. 
As their bodies rocked and rubbed against one another, there was some confusion, some struggle to get it just right. It felt clumsy, so Bunny sat up a little to try and grind against Henry’s hips better.
When Bunny did that, Henry's eyes went wide. It worked. They’d aligned perfectly, and now the movement, the friction, the heat– it was perfect. It was heaven. Bunny threw his head back and they went at it. In a blur of heat and lust and sweat and passion, their bodies were stripped of all fabric, and their lips were once again melting together.
Their bodies moved and responded to each other instantly, as they kissed in a fever.
The sensation of being this close was dizzying.
Henry could feel the heat coursing through him, burning him up. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, thudding and beating, and he could feel Bunny’s pulse too.
They remained in that bubble for a while, and then Bunny reached behind and slowly took Henry in his hand– it was so odd for both of them. Bunny’s touch was electric at first, and then quite warm. Henry shivered. They both braced for what came next, and , honestly, Bunny’s initiative really quite shocked Henry, as he rather bravely did the next few steps all on his own. Slow and cautious, he pushed his hips down, panting and groaning with every little slip inside, lips pursed, expression the most focused Henry had ever seen him. He brought his hand back up and then their hands were tightly clasped, resting on the pillow on either side of Henry’s head. 
Henry’s mouth hung open in a small o as he felt himself penetrate Bunny. It was a gentle moment of cautious movement, both of them still, glancing down, sometimes catching each other’s gazes as they hissed and groaned till they had become one.
Bunny steadied himself a little, panting with effort— effort Henry had never really seen Bunny put anywhere else. So he was good for something other than just complaining and whining and spending ridiculous amounts of money. Surprising.
Then Bunny began moving, and Henry almost lost all self control. It took all his willpower to not tear into the boy and just take him, take from him and make up for everything—
Henry held himself back, letting Bunny ease himself into it. And then Bunny moved his hips, and it started to feel good. Better than it should’ve.
Henry’s mouth was open, he inhaled sharply, as he felt himself slip slowly inside Bunny. They both were getting lost in the motions of it all. Every time he thought he had found the best feeling, the feeling that sent a shiver of pleasure through his body, their movements would change slightly… and that feeling would get even more intense. It felt almost as if they had truly become one whole and Henry had to force himself back.
It was a losing battle.
Bunny’s sounds were enough to drive him completely insane. How tight Bunny felt against him was enough to drive him insane. And his movements, in perfect rhythm with Henry…..
Bunny’s panting got louder and heavier. He was saying incoherent things, his sentences short but dragging, falling off his lips, nonsense words and phrases. The only coherent thing he said was Henry’s name— and how he said it. Henry couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t believe Bunny could ever sound so…..
It was like he was praying. Henry’s name on his lips was holy. Divine.
When Bunny said it, Henry felt something inside him begin to bloom.
This was no mere pleasure that he was feeling. This was something very different. Very different.
Bunny was praying to him like he was a god and that was enough to send Henry over the edge. The sensation of his name coming from Bunny’s throat— even if it sounded different than it usually did— it sent ripples of pleasure through Henry's body. And he knew it was not going to be long now. His body was growing too sensitive. He could feel it coming, growing closer every moment. And Bunny did too.
The blond collapsed on Henry as the passion got more and more intense. But he was still moving his hips, Henry’s name was still on his lips, and he was begging– what for, even he himself did not know. His hips moved, Henry’s hips moved, and then they were both thrust into a moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy.
Everything paused.
The pleasure bloomed and burst.
And then they melted together— rigidness turning to softness. Muscles taut, then relaxing. Soft sighs and whispers of sweet nothings.
Henry's breathing slowed, and he shuddered as the ecstasy passed.
He held Bunny carefully.
He couldn't move.
"Dear God."
Bunny kissed the corner of Henry’s mouth lazily.
“That was something, wasn’t it,” he chuckled.
Henry could not say much. He didn’t really know how to react, whether he should laugh like Bunny was, or shove him off and say goodnight. He was stumped. How could they go from what they were, to what they’d just become?  How could it be that just that small movement of Bunny's lips on his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his entire body when just an hour or so ago, Henry had wanted to choke him out?
"That… was…. something." Was all he could manage.
“Dear lord.” He said again.
Bunny collapsed into a fit of giggles as he rolled off Henry.
“You’re such a geezer. Who says that?”
Henry tried to laugh too, but it came out as more of a wheeze.
"Shut up." Henry groaned but his attempt to be stern was ruined by a few small laughs.
Bunny laughed too. And then he fell silent.
He thought about what he’d just done. And there was a strange feeling. He couldn’t pinpoint it— he wished they could be like that forever. But he also wished he didn’t love his best friend. He loved him. He loved him. He loved him.
He tried to shut his mind off.
Henry was not unaware of the silence that had descended upon them. He knew Bunny’s playful behavior now was just an attempt to brush off or dismiss the heavier realization of what they’d just done. Perhaps what they’d been building up to for months. Or even years. It was undeniable that for as long as they’d known one another, something strange had underlied all their interactions. Something both of them ran from, albeit for very different reasons.
But to be honest with not only each other but also their own selves– what more could men want? 
"Do you regret it." Henry asked, staring up at the ceiling.
Bunny was quiet for a while.
“I guess I’ll know that in the morning.” 
And if Bunny did regret it, neither of them would ever know, especially while they were still in Rome, where they found themselves wrapped up in each other every night or so.
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theresamouseinmyhouse · 7 months
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god do yall think damian knows tim almost ran Ra's over with the giant penny that one time? Would give anything to hear THAT conversation
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