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oh, all the fun, unspeakable things i will do to your little cinnamon roll oc when i get my hands on him…
would you?
“You slept together, didn’t you?”
You choke on your coffee, fighting for air as a dramatic fit of coughing keeps you from regaining your composure. “What do you mean?” you croak.
Shoko shrugs, sipping calmly from her own cup. “Exactly what I said.”
“Wha— why do you…what?!”
“Gojo’s been awfully cheerful this morning” she continues, a corner of her lips lifting with amusement, “he wouldn’t shut up about how great of a weekend he had.”
You look at her over the rim of the cup, frowning. “What do I have to with that?”
The brunette looks unimpressed by your answer, and chooses to look at you silently while her brown eyes stare into yours. “… really? You are going to deny it? To me?”
“Why do you assume we slept together?” you whisper shout at her, looking around the teacher’s lounge with poorly concealed panic.
“Why do you look so nervous all of a sudden?”
Shoko looks smug, grinning knowingly as she inclines her head to the side. “You seriously didn’t notice?”
“What didn’t I notice?” you press, crossing your arms over your chest.
She chuckles, taking her sweet time to clarify her cryptic answer.
“You have a hickey the size of Honshu on the side of your neck.”
❛ did i say you could come ? ❜ \ getō for gojō .
thin sheen of sweat at his hairline, calloused digits digging into cotton sheets — he's certain the fabric has been ripped by now, the headboard pounding against thin walls doing no better at hiding their activities than the buried groans lodged in his throat. half - lidded and hazy as ocean discs land on obsidian tresses cascading over rippling shoulders, attention greedy as he drinks in the sight of creviced muscles, down to where that knot formed his core has been tightening and tightening with every cruel, drawn - out thrust.
:33 < "to be cringe is to be free" includes those who actively watch/read anime, and make awfully unfunny references 24/7 because they like it. its a hobby, let people enjoy what they enjoy
:33 < "to be cringe is to be free" includes therians who want to do quads 24/7, always talk about warrior cats, always want to wear gear, even in public, and experience extreme dysphoria. that is their identity. let them be
B33 < "to be cringe is to be free" includes that introject/fictive that cannot let go of their source. (and typing quirks if they have one) they are trying their hardest, please leave them alone
:33 < "to be cringe is to be free" includes that queer person that wears a gajillion pins, carries pride flags everywhere, uses a bunch of xenogenders and neopronouns, has the most extreme flamboyant make up and makes queer jokes all the time. thats how they experience their queerness
B33 < "to be cringe is to be free" includes the plurals/systems who talk about being a system/being plural all the time and make system jokes and references to their headspace 24/7. all experience are different
:33 < "to be cringe is to be free" includes that scene kid that wears heavy make up, a bunch of accessories that dont even mix together, and always talks about their sparkledog fursona. thats how they express themselves
"to be cringe is to be free" involves cringe people.
In a dramatic twist Eleven’s real name is Jane Baudelaire. Dr. Brenner is Count Olaf in really elaborate makeup. Terry and Becky Ives are really Snickets and Hopper is related to Fernald.
It’s really quite unfortunate. I suggest you turn back now.
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There is beauty in her sadness
I’m pretty sure a friend found my account 😭
Oh no… Ima block you but I love you ❤️ just never ever look at my shit it’s embarrassing <3
Always remember… your never safe… they can find you. Run.
No!! Nope. See they already know I do this shit… but I don’t want you to look at it go away TT~TT
ro. 24. she/her. wlw.
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I genuinely got surprised when my post got rebloged here bc i forgot I'm priv in my twt and not here
kyle buries his face in your neck, gasping as he rolls his hips into yours. he presses his slack mouth against your throat, uncoordinated with exhaustion.
“harder,” price chastises, his own hand tugging his cock lazily. it’s a perfect night in his eyes: a glass of bourbon, a thick cuban cigar, and his two favorite dolls fucking on his bed for his amusement.
“i said fuckin’ harder.”
there’s things i wanna say to you, but i’ll just let you live.
Hey guys!! Different kinda post today (I got the green light from him to share this)
My best friend is trans and has a gofundme to hopefully be able to afford top surgery, and I'd greatly appreciate if you could help out! If you can't donate, a share is very appreciated as well!
Thank you so much, and have a nice day 💕