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Kitten 😻😺😽😼
The cutest boy ever.
So beautiful, so lovely, so baby!
Martin freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch spotted at a tennis game this means that "a study in winning" is now more canon than ever
★ The Game is On! - Sherlock
“honestly, don’t you two read?”
— hermione granger, harry potter and the philosopher’s stone
This scene has always been very important to me, and now that I'm getting more sentimental with age, it constantly brings tears to my eyes. The fact that John couldn't tell the therapist about Mary's hallucination, but started talking to her in front of Sherlock, killed me, tore my heart out, and continues to do so with every rewatch.🙏
We neeeddd some more John Watson fanfics why are there literally none???
You are an unreliable narrator because your coping mechanisms for your deep-seated trauma forbid you from acknowledging the reality of the situation. I am an unreliable narrator because I sincerely have no idea what the fuck is going on.
Richard Papen is truly god's strongest soldier because imagine being in love with every single member of your friend group and then learning said friends regularly host hedonistic rituals in which they all sleep together and to which you alone are not invited
gay people cant say I love you. Its always gotta be
hey don't cry. on december 3, 1926, agatha christie went missing for eleven days and because the uk police didn't know what to do they recruited sir arthur conan doyle, creator of master detective sherlock holmes, but all he did was conduct a séance to try and contact her distressed spirit
giyuu is not jealous. no, seriously, he's not! he might have been glaring daggers at you all morning, but he's not blaming you – he knows you're a hashira, and that sometimes that means training with, well... other hashira.
it's only natural, of course. giyuu knows you wouldn't improve if you only trained with him 100% of the time. best to hone all your skills, learn a bit from everyone. it was safer that way.
and giyuu wanted you to be safe.
but did it have to be tengen?!
that huge muscly bastard who looked at you like he was shopping for a fourth wife. giyuu hated it, it made his blood boil – and he wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it from where he stood just far enough away, with his arms crossed and serene eyes that hid a turbulence of emotions.
"what's the matter with him?" tengen teased, clearly way too aware of what he was doing. it was no mistake that he decided to train shirtless this morning.
and you followed his gaze, finally turning around to see what he meant.
giyuu almost flinched when he saw you look his way, curious. he wanted to be seen, but also he didn't, and – ugh, it was complicated.
he didn't want you to think he was jealous. he was just protective.
obviously.
but like you knew you had him completely under a spell, you lifted your hand to wave at him. a soft smile adorned your lips. and finally, for what felt like hours, giyuu finally exhaled.
how could he worry about anyone else when you looked so happy to see him?
a/n: i wanna ride :(
your thighs are shaking on either side of his head, hips jerking desperately against his mouth as you ride his face. his hands are sliding up and down your sides and all over your front to tweak and pull your nipples. his red hair is flared out on the bed as he looks up at you with hearts in his eyes as he sucks your clit into his mouth.
“ngh fuck kiri!” you circle your hips.
he groans and licks down to your pussy and shoves his tongue in. your toes curl and you squeal, shaking your hips on his tongue, rubbing your clit right against his nose.
he slurps at you like you’re water and he’s dehydrated, shaking his head, hands sliding down and spanking you softly to spur you into riding him harder, faster. when you cum he holds your hips down and fucks his tongue into you, sucking out all of your juices you have to offer.
“kiri! kiri i- hah! lemme-”
“what do you want pretty girl?” he mumbles into your heat.
“wanna ride you.” you try to lift up.
“you are.” he leans up and licks a stripe up your center.
“no! i wanna ride you!” you reach down and yank his hair.
he chuckles, letting you up and you’re quick to shove his shorts down and grind yourself agaisnt his cock. he groans when you eagerly line him up, fingers digging into your hips as you start to sink down. you toss your head back, moan tearing from your lips as he stretches you open.
“easy baby.” he slows your movements. “not too fast.”
“please. kiri please.” you shimmy down another inch.
he lets you slide down another inch, grinning at the breathy whines spilling from your mouth. he holds your hips and guides you down, cooing at you as you take him fully. you take a minute to adjust before you start wildly humping against him, grabbing onto his hands that are gripping your waist.
“shit baby, slow down.” he pants, hips canting up to meet yours.
your pleasure is already tight in your lower belly, the burn in your thighs means nothing from the way kirishima rolls his eyes back with each sticky smack. he doesn’t care that he’s close he know when you burst around him he’ll fill you a second later shamelessly.
“fuck baby. take what you need.” he moans, blinking up at you with heavy eyes.
your pussy hugs him, coaxes more pre to slobber against your velvet walls. wet squelch’s and broken moans bounce off the bedroom walls as you lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest and digging your nails in as you cum around him. he whines, cock twitching before he coats your walls with his cum.
“wanna- agh! wanna go again.” you collapse on his chest.
he rolls the two of you over and slowly starts to rock his hips into yours again.
wait im sobbing that small moment between digby and emma is possibly the best of the show-- the new nurse who was recently assaulted, determined to do well, wanting to help others despite everything and this man who has felt so out of place all day and he feels as though he's intruding, and he's so nervous, and his friend died earlier, and the "you're doing really good" while she's shaving his face
it is so intimate and beautiful and shows the gratification of being a healthcare worker, and I LOVE IT
Clarice Lispector, from A Breath of Life
Janet Fitch, White Oleander