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Sometimes you need to read something twice to get it. You might need to watch a movie three times to understand it. You might have to have that album on repeat for a week until the lyrics make any sense. You're allowed to engage with it and can keep engaging with it until it means something to you. People will see a painting at a museum and laugh about not getting what the big deal is but like you can come back, you can see it at another time, and maybe that next time it'll be different for you. I'm of the belief the "media literacy crisis" would solve itself if more people just sat down and did it again. Watched, read, played, listened, etc like I don't think people are getting more ignorant necessarily I just think we're not glorifying personally replaying things nearly as much as we should be.
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desire feels like a flicker on the tongue. with just a utterance of the word - u get a small taste into how it what it means to feel, need, reach ecstasy. you get an image in your head of everything youve ever dreamt of, yearned for, touched yourself to. i believe sexuality is one of the greatest human experiences. one that is truly deeply intrinsic to us and that it is what we should be spending our years psychoanalyzing over and over and over again and over and over and over
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╭──➭ :tonight’s theme )) oh, mon amour
│ ⁃⁃ comme la vague irrésolue je vais je vais et je viens ❞
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Love Bomb
18+
Todoroki Shouto X Reader (BNHA)
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Sex Pollen, Angst & Fluff
During a fundraiser, you’re hit with an odd quirk; your ex-boyfriend is there to save you.
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¡! ❞ ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅｓｏｍｅ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬
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you sat in the main hall as everyone finished celebrating. ivar had just announced the next raids and everyone was more than excited. you, however, weren’t looking forward to being without your husband as you both had just married. you wished to spend time with him but you knew what kind of person he was when you both wed.
at last, the only people left in the hall were you, ivar in his throne and a drunken hvitserk. noticing them seemingly in a deep conversation you turned to the bedroom when you were called.
“brother,” ivar began, hand pulling you into his lap. “something has been troubling me. my beautiful wife has noticed you staring at her.” his mouth quirked upwards with that familiar sense of mischief.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, when had you told ivar this? “staring? when?” he finished with a mouth full of ale.
“never mind that. you know what this tells me, it tells me you think you are better than me brother.” ivar’s hand began to rub your thigh. “am i correct?”
“no- i could never..”
“staring at her beautiful face, “ his fingers brushed your cheek. “staring at her body,” his hand squeezed your thigh as you stared at him timidly. “staring at her chest.” suddenly his hand ripped open your top, your boobs spilling out.
“ivar!” you exclaimed, arms going to cover your self.
“i understand now!” he clapped, “you wish to fuck her.”
“no.” hvitserk seemed to have sobered up at his brother’s actions.
“yes,” ivar chuckled, “yes you do, brother. well go head.”
“what?” both you and hvitserk asked in sync.
“no, i can’t. she’s yo-your…” hvitserk mumbled inaudibly. your eyes traveled to his and he quickly looked away, refusing to make eye contact. had he really been staring at you this entire time, wishing for your affections?
“my what, hvitserk?” ivar’s tone had darkened as if he had grown tired of the little game between him and his older brother.
“your wife.” he finally coughed up.
“correct. now watch me fuck my beautiful wife.” his hand roughly grasped your cheeks, planting a hard kiss to your lips. his other hand began working on your skirts, ripping them open till you were only down to your garments.
“ivar…” you whispered.
“ssh, my love.” too soaked for your dignity you began opening his pants revealing his hard length. “go ‘head, darling.” you sat down on his length, allowing him to stretch you out slowly.
“fuck.” he grumbled, hands going your guide your hips. “faster.” he commanded, a slap landing on your ass.
you sped up, hips grinding into his length with velocity. you could care less where you were right now or who was watching. this was the most ivar had touched you in awhile.
moaning, you began to lean back. as your head curved back, your eyes met hvitserk’s. ivar chuckled as his hands went into his pants revealing his member.
“i guess he did want to fuck you after all.”
“She looks fucking gorgeous.” Shoto opted not to respond to the comment choosing instead to focus on the soft rain that cascaded down his window pane.
With the soft plat! of the magazine on his wooden desk, however, Shoto begrudgingly made eye contact with his former classmate.
He had previously sat comfortably in his chair but now he shifted with uncertainty as the air around him squeezed him in shame.
“She does.” He agreed, looking down at the braided coils and brown skin that donned the magazine cover.
The soft plattering of water echoed on the walls around the two men as neither looked up from the thin paper booklet.
“You fucked up letting that one go.” The hero spoke again after a few beats. The palpable energy in the room rivaled that of a battle zone. Two men who seemingly once had everything and lost it all.
“There’s nothing better you have to do, Bakugo?”
“Ha, then rub this shit in your face?” Shoto let out a sigh.
“Y’kno, when you got her in the end, I swallowed my pride for her sake,” He smirked but his red eyes glowed in the dark room, screaming with something deeper than petulant contempt. “Turns out I gave her up for some righteous bastard who doesn’t even know what he got.“
The wind swirled outside as Shoto sat in silence in the dimmed room. He knew he was right.
“Fix it.” He spat.
shoto the type to wait till sum1 leave the room to start running his mouth about their outfit
dad! shoto the type to sleep with the kids at any minor argument just to further annoy you
shoto the type to speedrun the enderdragon in under 3 hours
shoto the type to pretend to be dead in order to avoid sum1
shoto the type to cry during the class 1-A’s Big Hero 6 viewing
adult! shoto the type to thank you for the meal before going down on you
❥ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｌａｔｅ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩
𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 & 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙤𝙣𝙚
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you looked up with curiosity and interest. It was currently 1:30 am and the moon seemed to dance throughout your room in the attic. It was pleasant and it was beautiful. Almost to the likes of the man whom stood in front of you.
his beauty was of a thousand moons and you were just a star lucky enough to share the same galaxy. You wanted to explore all that he was; caress every individual blemish and scar that every dared to deface such a beautiful canvas. You were like an artist and he was your Dorian Gray. And when he looked at you, your heart screamed. It screamed for his love, for his touch.
instead his scarred hands would then travel down to undo his belt as you continued to marvel from your spot on the queen bed. Slowly your hands would go up to take off his black turtleneck, fingertips caressing the muscle that toned his abdomen. Once his shirt was fully off, you would gaze upon his upper body. Your hand would unconsciously go to touch the new scar that was still purple on his left side. It was beautiful. You shifted as you went up to plant a kiss on it as he exhaled forcefully.
you loved every part of him. Every part that touched you, every part that complimented you, every part that loved you even if he had a funny way of loving you. But your hips had missed his and thus he moved to take your skinny jeans off. Hands fumbling with the tightest of the material around your plump skin. You smiled softly at how he handled you.
eventually you both were unclothed in the dark room, the only light trickling in lightly to reveal he had moved from the side to the end of the bed. He would lift you and put you down in the middle of the bed. The moon seemed to agree with you as it had reflected in just right onto his face and chest. You gazed in awe.
your heart seemed to palpitate as he wrapped his palms around ankles, his eyes concealed by his crimson & ivory locks. He started off slow, first trailing up your legs, laying various kisses. Once he had reached your inner thigh he stopped which scared you.
opening your eyes you looked down immediately meeting his gaze. He stared at you in silence, it was the first time he had made eye contact with you since he walked in your apartment door.
“watch.” So you watched as he licked his two fingers before pushing them into your warmth. You whined, hips pushing into his hand as he pumped once only for him to stop again. His eyebrow quirked upwards with confusion. You quickly flickered your eyes back downwards.
his tongue would then emerge into the arena. His lips planting kissing all throughout yours. You moaned his name, hand going up to grip his hair as he quickened his pumps.
closing in on your climax, your legs wrapped around his body. “Sho,” You whimpered.
“i know, my love.” He pulled his hand out only to replace it with it with his member, whispering into your ear. He lacked his previous temperament though cause he proceed to pump into you with such velocity that the bed cracked.
you moaned into his shoulder, hands scratching his back in ecstasy. He never touched you like this. Held you like you would be gone, kissed you with a softness, loved you like you mattered. Despite this, you loved him.
“shoto!” You exclaimed as his lips took residence on your nipple. His tongue could work magic you swore.
his hips continued their assault in and out of your walls which some how could take all 7.8 of his inches. With how little he fucked you, you were surprised you could still take him at all. But with every fuck he stretched you out further and looking down you could swear your stomach was being pushed upwards.
you cried with his each of his pumps into you. It wasn’t enough. You wished to feel him everywhere, in all that you were. You cried with every squeeze of his hands on your skin. You prayed his heart wouldn’t forget the warmth you provided with your tears.
“fuck.” He muttered as his hips jittered into yours, leaving future bruises in their wake. His hand came up to rest on your throat as he finished inside you, cum painting your walls white. You thanked him because to be touched by him was to be seen & loved by all that mattered.
you were no longer bound by all that defined you, you loved.
✎ ２０ ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙙𝙨𝙢
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you guys hadn’t even been going at it for that long. you were only 20 minutes in and he was already getting squirmy. you smirked, he was so cute. he was holding on tight to your right hand. his hair was damp against his forehead. “youre doing so good.” you praised him, trying to prevent your voice from trembling. he began getting louder, his soft whimpers only making you want to go faster.
he turned his head to the left, his expression contorting, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a small cry. “baby~” you spoke lowly, the noises of both of your bodies smacking eachother getting louder and louder. you stick two of your fingers in his mouth, trying to get him to last longer. you take your fingers out as spit dribbled onto his chin. you leaned down and engulfed him into a deep kiss. your lips muffling his whines. you could feel his eyebrows furrow as he desperately was trying to return the kiss as if this kiss would stop his world from crumbling.
after a good ten seconds you released him, slowly raising your head above his, both of you panting. you could see a string of spit connecting both of your lips. normally you’d think this was disgusting but at this point anything he did was hot. you began to kiss his jaw and neck, making sure to nibble his smooth skin along the way. this was a bad idea because he quickly became much more fidgety. “i- i need...” he stuttered out quickly. you cupped his cheeks and looked him in his eyes. “ hold on alittle longer okay?”
you then laced your left with his right hand and wrapped your right hand around his throat. you started to move faster, tightening your grip on him slightly. he began to rub his feet together, this is what he usually did to prevent himself from giving in. “this was gonna be a long night,” you thought as you felt yourself tighten around him. but there was no way you was going down this easily.
