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told my parents robert de niro's daughter came out as trans and he's being cool and supportive and my dad, in a terrible robert de niro impression, says, "you talkin' to they/them?" which like. not entirely accurate but he got the spirit lol

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but it only works if 4 people are having sex lol

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chair & 30?? 🥰

30- desperate kisses

tysm for this!! it went a l'il long and a l'il spicy so I put it under a read-more to be safe and I hope u enjoy!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

It should, in Blair's ever non-humble opinion, be illegal to have to work the day her husband returns home after a three week long business trip to Australia. Or at least heavily frowned upon.

The hours move slowly, a seemingly never-ending parade of designs and distributors and decisions needing her attention. She has far more important things to focus on, and, although successfully continuing to run Waldorf Designs is obviously important, it pales in comparison to the thoughts of Chuck running through her mind. They promised that they wouldn't spend any more time apart after the last chaotic year, but business is business and she knows how vital it is for him to be trusted with Bass Industries. She's proud of him though, of how far he's come and what he can do, even if it means waiting for what feels like forever to see him again.

Finally the clock hands move to tell her the workday is over, and she happily leaves her office without a second thought. Tomorrow she'll think about Fashion Week and what their new PR strategy should be. Tonight she's thinking only of Chuck.

Thankfully traffic is light, and she checks her phone as her car drives smoothly back home to find the same last message from Chuck telling her that he'll see her tonight. She drops her phone back into her purse as their townhouse comes into view, excitement starting to course through her veins. Hopefully she'll have enough time before he's back to set her plan in motion, and as she takes the resounding silence as she unlocks the door as an agreement. She pulls her coat and heels off, leaving them in the foyer for someone to pick up later and only stops to pet Monkey before padding up the stairs quietly in her stockings.

Her mind is elsewhere as she rounds the curved corner, which must, she thinks briefly, be why she doesn't fully register the lack of Dorota to greet her. As she comes to a stop on the rug in their living room however, it becomes heart meltingly obvious why she was greeted only by silence as she came in.

Refined as ever Chuck sits patiently on their couch, two glasses of champagne on the coffee table in front of him, eyes focused solely on her. On instinct her own eyes widen, taking him in as her lips curl into a grin and before she fully realises it her feet are running across the floor to finally let her body be in his arms. He has the good sense to stand just as she collides into him, hands finding his hair as her mouth desperately finds his. It's as if she hasn't seen him in three months, their kisses long and need for air forgotten, but in her heart it feels like it's been that long.

Somehow he pulls her onto the couch and onto his lap without breaking apart. Blair lets herself get lost in the familiar taste of his tongue and feel of his body. She supposes that nothing about him could really have changed in three weeks, but there's a distinct comfort in the way his chest feels under his shirt as she runs her palm down it or how he moves his fingers from her hip to her thigh in a pattern only he knows. His lips hungrily find her neck, letting her purr and throw her head back for him. It's dramatic, and loving, and desperate, and a relief all wrapped into one movement.

"I missed you" she sighs out, cupping the side of his head, "next time I'm coming with you"

"Or I could not leave at all" is his reply between kisses, swapping between both sides of her neck.

"Mmm but then how would I get to do this-" she reaches her hand between them to unzip his trousers and let her fingers lightly stroke him, "when you get back?"

Chuck exhales against her neck, "oh I'm sure you'll think of a way"

She lets him position her until her back is against the couch cushions, Chuck settling between her legs, and doesn't protest as he pulls her underwear down her thighs, fingers warm through her stockings, and finds herself pushing her skirt up in encouragement. It's a different kind of excitement that pounds through her body now, an aching need that has been humming quietly for the last three weeks finally at full volume. The idea of waiting three minutes suddenly feels longer than the three weeks she's been waiting for this moment, and in a surge of desperate need she presses her mouth to his, gasping into him as he enters her and starts thrusting.

"I love you" she breathes out, kissing him hotly, "I love you so much"

"I love you too" he groans, cupping her cheek and resting his forehead to hers.

It's not the most dignified sex they've ever had, half dressed and desperate on their couch, but that doesn't matter. Not when it feels like this, Blair thinks. She arches her back off the couch, Chuck keeping her hips pinned down with his fingers on her clit, and cries out breathlessly as her orgasm sweeps through her body, clinging to Chuck's back as he reaches his own, panting into her neck.

"Maybe" Blair muses, her chest heaving and skin glowing, "you should go to Australia more often"

"If it means we get to do that I'll go back next week"

Blair laughs, brightness emanating from every pore, "I'm locking you in our room for at least twelve hours first"

"Only twelve? And here I thought you missed me Waldorf" Chuck shifts so his weight isn't on top of her and tucks a lock of her slightly damp hair behind her ear.

"Maybe fourteen then" she teases, running her palm down his cheek.

It's a comfortable silence they settle in for a minute, both of them admiring each other. The desperation in her bones has calmed for a moment, although her need for Chuck never really stops. And she wouldn't want it to. After all, the night's still young, and, in Blair's still ever non-humble opinion, there's plenty they can still do before they have to think about anything except each other.

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?????? rich people are losing it

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Kisses

Showing affections.

goodnight kisses

hand kisses

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

passionate kisses

kisses on the cheek

first kisses

goodbye kisses

welcome home kisses

kisses on the corner of their mouth

frustrated kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

nose kisses

kisses as a promise

short pecks

forehead kisses

French kisses

tearful kisses

kisses on head

calming kisses

“we’ll face this together” kisses

kisses in the rain

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover

hard kisses

giggling while kissing

desperate kisses

neck kisses

“stay strong” kisses

hushed conversation in-between kisses

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks while kissing

small kisses

kissing it better

fake kisses

jaw kisses

wake-up kisses

thigh kisses

kissing away tears

“we’ll get through this” kisses

public kisses

relieved kisses

kisses for comfort

tummy kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger

quick kisses

reassuring kisses

sleepy kisses

feather-light kisses

angry kisses

kisses with trembling lips

“forever mine” kisses

secret kisses

kisses with their last dying breath

Hugs|Hand-holding|Touching

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"I wish we met sooner" is such a gentle sentiment. I love you so much I not only want you in my future, but in my past too. I want to have known you when we were small stupid kids, have held hands together as we played outside. I want to have stressed out over exams together, nudging a mug of still steaming hot chocolate against your elbow to get you to focus. I want to have told you I love you before I did anyone else. I want to have held you in my arms when all those sad memories you describe to me were still fresh wounds. I want my past to have been full of you, and full of meaningful memories with you. I want my past lives to have been spent with you, whether as two lovers, or two housecats cuddling by the fireplace on a snowy day, or two flowers that just happened to bloom on the same day, next to each other. I want to have consumed your existence and intertwined it with my own since my birth, never to be separated from you for a moment. I want to have loved you throughout it all, for all time.

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i love you vaccines i love you research i love you reading the book instead of having chatgpt summarize it i love you critically thinking rather than reacting to a headline i love you investigating the source material i love you science i love you math even though you are personally my enemy (math/yn slowburn) i love you writing even though you try to stab me a lot i love you Experts in Your Field i love you Using The Brain

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NEW GIRL 6.22 – "Five Stars For Beezus"

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Leighton Meester at Jacquemus LA Boutique Opening Cocktail Party at Jacquemus LA Boutique on April 24, 2025 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Sela Shiloni/WWD via Getty Images)

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At this hearing I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department With a summary of my findings….. HAPPY ONE YEAR OF TTPD | 4.19.24

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Leighton Meester as Blair Waldorf in Gossip Girl Season 1 Episode 11, "Roman Holiday"

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You haven’t played Crab Rave in a while. You kids used to love Crab Rave.