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captainsaltypear · 2 months
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IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR
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itsstilltru · 2 months
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“Could’ve sworn this ended differently…” 🌀
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kitssunglasses · 11 months
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shoulmate · 11 months
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It takes a while for the stadium to empty.
The stream of spectators, employees, support staff slowly thins as the sky darkens wondering if you or the teams have already left and he just didn’t notice.
He stares up into the night sky, a bruising color that mirrors the feeling of his heart.
A bubbling laugh bursts the soft quiet and he instinctively finds the source: you. Your smile is wide as you walk out with the team, hand-in-hand with dark curls, and make plans to celebrate the victory.
He’s full of ache and regret but he forces himself to his feet.
One of them gasps. “Soccer Kageyama’s here!”
Everyone’s attention turns to you and a seagull-like athlete skulks forward with fire in his eyes. “This guy again?!”
“Ugh!”
“Why.”
“Shall we remove him from the premises?” a massive player with olive eyes asks from your side, completely serious.
“No,” you sigh; you smile up at him when you pat his arm. “I’ll take care of this, Wakatoshi. You guys go on ahead.”
“Not a chance,” snaps Isagi’s volleyball twin. 
“Like we’d leave you alone with this scum,” drawls a blonde who joins the seagull to leer at Isagi and you laugh--laugh--in appreciation.
“Ohmygosh.” You’re grinning when you playfully push Isagi’s volleyball twin down the sidewalk. “I love you guys but just give me a minute. Okay?”
There’s a grumble, disapproving round of consent and the team stalks past glowering at Isagi. Dark curls hasn’t left your side.
“’Omi?” Your voice is quiet. Reassuring. “I just need a minute...wait for me?”
He murmurs something that makes your smile blossom and he swoops in for a kiss. “I won’t be far.”
He ignores Isagi and joins the rest of the team loitering at the end of the path clearly unwilling to leave without you but doing their best to give you a respectful distance.
And finally you turn.
His heart burns when your expression dims as your gaze falls on him. “Isagi...what’s up? What are you doing here?”
The soft summer breeze tousles his hair, tickling his forehead as he speaks from the heart.
“I just came to say goodbye.”
Your brow lifts in guarded surprise.
“I came to watch your game tonight.” He gives you a weak smile, trying to hide his pain. “And...your team was amazing...You...were amazing...” He suddenly can’t look at you, dropping his eyes to the smooth concrete between you. “And compared to how you were at my game...I get it now...That you really moved on...You really love them...don’t you?” he rhetorically asks and laughs once without mirth. “You really love him.”
“I really do.” Your voice sweetens, thinking about him.
Isagi sighs, heartbroken, and makes himself look at you knowing this might be the last time he gets to talk to you. “I’m so sorry...” he wills the lump in his throat not to grow so he can finish what he has to say. “For everything. For leaving you behind...for thinking you would just be waiting for me...I’m sorry for everything else I don’t know about, too...for anything you might have gone through after that.”
A few voices echo down the path though Isagi can’t hear what they say.
“I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you, Isagi.” You don’t look at him with loathing but you aren’t smiling either. “I’m not upset about it or upset with you anymore...but I just...don’t want to be friends anymore either.”
He nods in painful acceptance. “I understand.” He doesn’t say anything else so you start to walk away, pausing to turn back.
“For what it’s worth...” your voice is gentle and it only makes this harder for him. “I’m happy for you, Isagi, because you were right. I did love watching you play...and the part of me that cared so deeply for you, the part of me from the past that will always be a part of me, was proud. You’ve always been a great player but now you’re...amazing.”
He nods, throat too clogged to speak, to thank you.
You give him one last smile; a real one this time. A smile full of the unrealized future he could have had with you, a smile full of all the happy memories the two of you shared. “Goodbye, Isagi.”
And you leave him.
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ijustreallylovethem · 1 month
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AAHHH DROP THE JERSEY SEX BLURB ILL DIE A GREAT DEATH
he should’ve known the lexi would be in his bed when he got home from his game, yet for some reason he wasn’t expecting her to be. he knew she had gone to the game but he hadn’t seen her at the arena, too focused on the game he was about to play. he should thank her though, considering she must be the cause of his four point night, one assist and three goals. the crowd had gone crazy over his first hat trick and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t still riding the adrenaline high a bit.
maybe that’s why he wasn’t necessarily expecting her to be there. she hadn’t waited for him after the game. or maybe she had but got fed up with the amount of time he was taking with the media and left before he came out. the apartment was quiet when he entered it and none of the lights were on. he nearly jumped when he turned on the bedroom light and saw her laying there in the dark. she giggled at his shocked expression.
“just me.” he took her in slowly. she was wearing a blackhawks jersey, and even though he couldn’t see the numbers, he had no doubt it was his. however, she didn’t seem to be wearing anything else.
“why are you laying in the dark? on top of the blanket?”
“wanted to surprise you. and clearly it worked. now why are you still all the way over there? you played fucking amazing tonight and i wanna reward you for it.” he turned off the light, making his way over and turning the full bedside lamp instead. he knew lexi wasn’t a fan of the harsh overhead light but he wanted to see his name across her back once he got the chance. she scooted to the end of the bed, letting her feet hit the floor as she worked at his belt. his suit jacket was tossed near the closet as she pulled his pants down his legs. as they went further down, she slid off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him
“lexi, you don’t have to-“
“oh stop talking and let me suck your dick.” she all but yanked his boxers down, wrapping her hand around his length with a smile. he shuddered at the contact, then moan when her lips wrapped around the tip. he cursed under his breath, letting his fingers run through her hair. he gently gathered it into a ponytail as she slowly started to bob her head, and he used her hair to slightly guide her. of course she knew what she was doing, she had gone down on him more times than either of them could count, so he mostly gave her free range to do as she pleased. it was when she took all of him down her throat that he pulled her away, pulling her hair just enough that she got the hint to stand before he turned her around and bent her over the side of the bed.
he let his hand fall from her hair, trailing down her spine and finally taking in the full view of his name and number splayed across her back. he went further, letting a finger run through her folds.
“christ, lex, you’re soaked.” she moaned at both the feeling and his words.
“it’s hot when you score,” she admitted.
“you been wet for me since my first goal?”
“mhm. been waiting so long for you,” she whined. he pushed his jersey just above her ass, running a hand over it and then landing a slap there.
“good girl.” she moaned at the sting followed by the praise. her breath hitched as he slowly slid into her heat, giving her a moment when he completely bottomed out.
“connor, please.” he set a brutal pace immediately, causing lexi to cry out at the feeling. he gripped one of her hips and the bottom of the jersey for leverage, fucking into her roughly. she reached blindly behind her for him, trying to find some kind of contact to ground her. he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pinning her hand to her back.
“love seeing my name on your back. fucking hot with my number all over you.” she could only moan in response. “hope you know what you got yourself into because i’m not letting you get off just once, pretty girl.” her eyes rolled back at the rasp in his voice as he hit the perfect spot inside of her repeatedly. her toes curled at the feeling and her thighs started to shake. “gonna cum for me already? go ahead, baby.”
her body tensed as her orgasm rolled through her in waves. her free hand was gripping the sheets for dear life as connor fucked her through it. he slowed his pace just as the small little aftershocks coursed through her. he leaned over her so he could speak almost directly into her ear.
“want you on top of me. think you can do that?” she was quick to nod and he pressed a kiss to her temple before standing back up. she whined when he pulled out, but quickly moved so he could sit against the pillows. she moved to her knees, walking on them up over his legs, but he shook his head. she looked at him confused, but before she could question him, he held up one finger and rotated it, telling her silently to turn around. she giggled, knowing he was loving the sight of her in his jersey a bit too much.
“like this?” she asked when she was in position.
“much better.” he lined himself up as she sank down on him, immediately rocking her hips against his.
“oh, fuck. feels good,” she whispered. she did her best to bounce against him but it didn’t take long for her legs to tire out, especially after the first orgasm she had. connor could tell she was losing her pace, so he held her in place above him. she moaned loudly as he thrust up into her, her hand dropping down to rub her clit and give herself that final push over the edge. neither of them were surprised when she threw her head back onto his shoulder, gushing over both of their thighs. he gave her a moment to catch her breath, then carefully lifted her off of him. she was still lightly panting when he moved to hover over her.
“one more?” he asked, never wanting to push her too far.
“going for another hatty?” she teased. her slight giggles turned to a gasp when he once again slid inside of her, lifting her legs and resting them on his shoulders. as much as he loved seeing his name on her back, he also loved watching her fall apart. he dropped his hand to her lower stomach, slightly pushing into her skin. her head pushed back into the pillow and her jaw dropped in a silent scream. she reached out for him, nails digging into his waist. he smirked at the sight of her in front of him, loving that he was the one to make her feel this way.
“that good? can’t even moan?” he taunted. there was no warning that she was close again other than the way she clenched around him. he dropped his hand a bit, letting his thumb press into her clit. only seconds later, she was cumming again, making a mess of his stomach and the sheets below them. the sight had him finding his own release, pressing deep inside of her as he came. the grip on her thighs was almost bruising as he started to come down from his high.
they were both panting and trying to catch their breath, staying still for a minute as they calmed down. connor finally let lexi’s legs back down to the mattress, slowly pulling it off her. but his eyes were drawn to where his release spilled slowly out of her. before he even realized what he was doing, he was dragging two fingers along her folds to collect it, sliding it back into her core. she whined at the overstimulation, her legs trying to close around his hand.
“come on, baby. just one more for me, okay? open your legs.” she did as instructed, gently pulling her knees apart and giving him full access once again. he pressed a kiss to her knee as he settled on his stomach, gently curling his fingers inside of her. her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging at the strands when his tongue came into contact with her clit. his fingers curled inside of her and he moaned against her at the taste of them mixed together.
“oh my god, con.” he smirked, then wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked lightly. her thighs shuddered, closing slightly around his head. even if she was overstimulated, she was still grinding lightly against him. he sat up on his knees when he felt her clench around him, leaning over and pressing kisses to her neck as he talked her through it one last time.
“come on pretty girl. be good for me, cum on my fingers, yeah? one last time for me? know you can do it.”
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so-very-small · 3 months
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hey. why the FUCK is that a suggested tag
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thatseadog · 1 month
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I told my partner Chip has a hole in his chest a few weeks ago and I must've unearthed a curse because I am haunted by the conversation that just happened, completely unprompted.
Partner: "Chip has a hole, and you know what else has a hole? Donuts."
Me: "What?"
Partner, nodding: "Chip is a Donut."
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didiersdragon · 1 year
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kai did not learn how to do makeup from nya, NYA LEARNED HOW TO DO MAKEUP FROM KAI
her liner is always sharp but it always takes her a couple of tries but kai does it without a mirror, liquid liner, one hand, no prayers, while yelling at jay, holding a depressed lloyd in his other arm, one swipe and bam. people are dead. volcanoes erupt. the fsm comes back to life. wu spills his tea. lloyd gets therapy. there are many with power greater than man may ever bear witness to but even their knees will feel a chill that freezes their very souls at the twin blades that sharpens this one man's eyes. eyes that kill and perhaps even he doesn't realise it. kai jiang-smith, master of fire but also master of eyeliner. nya never fails to be grateful for everything her brother has ever done for her, but especially for teaching her how to always. always. have bomb eyeliner.
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egorax · 9 months
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I found this picture on my phone and I have no idea where it came from 
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The Duality of Wang YiBo
Just a post to honor the duality of this man —
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— a street dancer and rapper, who did an interpretive modern dance to a song he sang about missing his long-distance lover who dreamed a long dream:
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Source: Dunkelhammer // Fluoxetine // YBO
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apollos-boyfriend · 10 months
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just had a dream that cinema sins edited all their harry potter videos to start with Just a black screen followed by a vine boom sound effect and the word “TERF” written in giant impact font that took up like 90% of the screen. the counter just kept ticking upwards to the points where the dings were just one continuous overlapping sound. the video lengths stayed the same so did the thumbnails so there was no way of telling the video was any different until you clicked on it. every once in a while they’d overlay different “shut the fuck up terf” memes with like. sonic characters or lily zombielandsaga. i don’t even know if cinema sins did harry potter videos.
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sixofcrowsluvr · 13 days
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me talking about six of crows to my friend
my friend: can kaz salsa?
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steffigraf · 4 months
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what do you mean f1 is collaborating with jannik.
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andr0nap · 6 months
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Are you one of those furry fuckers? Or was it monster fucker..?!?
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angrythingstarlight · 2 years
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Soft dark DBF!Porn Director Steve x Naive!reader x surprise guest
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Mr. Rogers is your dad's best friend, always so nice and sweet to you.
Giving you the best shoulder massages, telling you how pretty you look in your new sundress, making sure the disgusting boys at your college leave you alone.
So naturally when he asks you for your help, you don't want to say no. And it's not his fault, his star performer quit on him. You dont even have to be camera, he just needs to work on the scene while he finds a replacement.
"We'll do all the work sweetheart, all you have to do is lay there. Can you do that for me? Help me out just this once? No of course not, the red light means the camera is off."
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mossmurdock · 6 months
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ohhh i want to write a fic about gojo being an angel soooo bad. him and his stupidely perfect wings, how his halo isnt even the prettiest thing about him, how hes off putting in that way that has you trusting him anyway. its inhumane how soft his hair looks and how long his lashes are and when you stare at him for even a quarter more of a second than whats appropriate, he sees it; he sees everything. and he wont let you forget that, makes sure that you know he can feel the linger of your stare on his hands and neck and waist. its not where angels are exactly meant to be looking, and its absurdly hypocritical of him to be reminding you so often.
he knows you worship him a little more than you should, a lot more than whats acceptable.
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