KYLE MACLACHLAN As Zack Carey Showgirls (1995) Dir. Paul Verhoeven

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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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him googling how to be funny after seeing how much you laugh at denki’s jokes

his only ick being that he HAS to swim with googles and the flip flops that go in between your toes

watches romcoms and just questions the main couples actions throughout the whole movie

can freestyle surprisingly well

a comment i got on my ghost babble…. they must be new here

shoto: would you still love me even if I turned into a worm?

you: *busts out laughing*

shoto: im serious.

i 100% believe that katsuki would only confess when he thinks you can’t hear him

either when loud music is playing or when your sleeping

if it’s the latter then it’s after movie night when everyone has gone to bed

and you’re half asleep on the couch

he is obviously tasked with bringing you to bed but he can’t help but to stare at you for a few seconds

this would probably be the softest katsuki would be (cause he’s tired and it’s after his bedtime)

“y/n.” he called out lowly, with no intention of actually waking you.

when you don’t wake up is when he’d look away. “y’know you’re more tolerable like this.. your dumbass never shuts up.” a ripple went through the couch as he chuckled slightly. who knew bakugo katsuki could laugh?

“how’d you fall asleep anyway?” his tone rises a bit before he remembered you were sleeping. “how much sleep did you get last night?”

“fuck i don’t care.” he stopped himself for a second. silence enveloping the room except for your snores.

“i’ve seen you hanging with shitty hair. don’t think i don’t notice.” he paused briefly. “fuck that, do what you want, i couldn’t care less.”

he could’ve sworn he saw you laugh but he ignored it. “i hate your dumbass…” he rubbed his face. “you’ve made me fall for you.”

“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.

✧ｇｉｖｅ ｍｅ ｔｈｅ ｐｉｓｔｏｌ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬

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you didn’t want to do it anymore. the goodbyes and the never knowing when you would see him again. it was tiring. the thing was you weren’t even supposed to miss him. you both had established from the start that the relationship between you too was strictly beneficial - a chance for you both to blow off steam.

but then you both were fucking and something seemed to switch in you. it must’ve been the way he seemingly stared into not just your eyes but your heart or the way he carefully pumped in & out of you for you found yourself letting him in. which was bad not just for you but him as well.

it meant that you would have to confront these feelings. it meant you’d have to tell him and who knew what you would lose if so.

suddenly you heard a knock on your bedroom window. getting up you went to unlock it, not even bothering to check who it was. settling back on your bed you avoided his gaze.

“no hello?”

“not today, no.” your tone might’ve gave irritation but everything in you was holding back from the one thing you both said to avoid with your relationship - love.

with a dip into your mattress, he began rubbing your lower leg softly. “you good?” he wasn’t asking if you were okay but good enough to fuck. of course not, this wasn’t a loving relationship but beneficiary one.

“mmhmm.” you’d be dumb to say no. for a chance for him to hold you, you’d give a thousand stars. next thing you knew he was inside you, hands holding yours above your head.

your hips jutted into his with great need. you needed more from him. more than just a quick fuck. “tell me this is real.” you begged. “show me it’s real.” mumbling into his shoulder, you felt his rhythm stuttered a bit.

“y/n?”

“fuck, touya, please. i need you.” the cat was officially out of the bag. with your words, he finally finished, cum rushing into your walls. your own climax coming soon after.

silence overcame the room as both your heavy breaths haltered.

“what did you say?” he asked, head turned away from yours.

“n-nothing.” you whimpered as you watch him quickly dress. you knew it was over, you had gotten caught in the moment - a manufactured kind of love. he had seen something he never was meant to see yet you were glad. for your heart yearned for him.

once he was fully clothed he turned towards you. leaning down he softly grazed your cheek with his finger before walking towards the door, slamming it behind him. you silently sobbed as you knew this was the last time you’d see him.

dabi’s the type to get a tongue piercing just to fuck u stupid with it

imagine fucking dabi after a mission gone well and fucking him after a mission gone bad

dabi’s fuck playlist consisting of partynextdoor, deftones & miguel

dabi promising to die for you while y’all fuck and only u

painter!dabi painting a pic of u sleep after a long night

hiii I just wanted to let you know that I love how you write !!! You should continue writing bc I literally love it when you appear on my tl 💗💗

omg my heart tysm 🥰😭😭 i shall continue to write just for u anon 🤞

✎ 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.