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girmitiya · 2 years
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Ek Villian Returns made me wanna throw up
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...... been sitting on my chair for hours since it's my "break" week-end.............. My brain ....isn't sleeping.... Vargas I am sorry it was supposed to be your birthdayyyy huuuh (6th April!) But..... Tapis Rouge....Luxe Couture....
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The little rabbit...in full Gu*ci... yes ....the gems sneaker I was dying for.... And ....the pattern of the trendy bag from 2000/10's...... I can't no more....
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I all time knew my test about rendering would be useful one day.... The palette eyeshadow.... Yes...
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....... yes
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becca-e-barnes · 9 months
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Thinking a whole lot about how good it feels to see someone after the anticipation has been building for a while. There's not much I love as much as a good sexual tension.
Maybe it's been a while since you last saw your dad's best friend but now he's here in front of you, you're counting down the minutes until you can get him alone.
It's hard in a room full of people though. He's just walked into your parents' kitchen, a beer in his hand and as soon as you realise he's looking at you, you look away. You know yourself well enough. Maintaining eye contact with him would leave you fizzling and it's much too early for that.
He doesn't look away. No one would have noticed he's staring but you can't help wondering what he's thinking about. Is he imagining the last time he saw you and how pretty your face looked painted with thick stripes of his cum? Or is he imagining how it feels to slide into you, burying himself to the hilt in your warm, wet, fluttering cunt? Maybe he's imagining the way you beg him not to pull out; the way you clamp your thighs around him and make sure there's no chance of him cumming anywhere except inside you.
If he wasn't thinking about any of that before, you're convinced he must be now. He's leaning against the kitchen counter, ignoring a conversation going on around him with a smirk on his lips and you have to wonder if he can read your mind.
'I'm going upstairs, follow me in 10.' You send the text and leave the kitchen without even looking at him. You have yourself convinced that if you look at him, people will know. They'll know everything. They'll know you think of him every time you touch yourself and they'll know that doesn't even come close to actually being with him.
You've been settled in your room for 14 whole minutes before the door opens.
"Couldn't even hold it together a couple of hours?" Bucky sounds smug and he has every right to.
"I could but I didn't want to. Why should I?" You're on him in seconds, tugging at the collar of his shirt, using it to press his lips against yours.
It's a frantic kiss, all tongue and teeth and breathy moans, hushed as much as possible.
"I want to go back downstairs with your cum dripping out of me." You don't have time to waste so you might as well get right to the point.
"Sweetheart, we both know that's not what you need." Bucky's fingers trail up the inside of your thighs, under your skirt. "You don't need me to cum. You need me to take the edge off."
The soaked fabric of your panties only proves his point. He watches you while he trails his fingers in concentrated strokes against your clit, enjoying every tiny gasp he earns from you.
"I can treat you properly later like we planned. Just let me help you out." His eyes are trained on yours while he slips your panties down your bare legs. With your cunt exposed, he presses you back onto the bed, kissing from your knees, up the inside of your thighs.
One finger sinks inside you, followed by another before his lips seal around your clit, his tongue flicking beautifully.
You've gone from no stimulation to so much at once and it's making your head spin. God, he's good at that. He needs this just as much as you do and it's lovely to be with a man who gets off on eating you out the way he does.
The way his fingers curl inside you is truly breathtaking. "You're going to have to be quiet, angel. At this rate, the whole house will know I'm up here making you cum against my mouth."
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vixenicks · 1 month
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too much smut in the tags of the guy who'd spin around really hard in a chair and then promptly fall off of it and break his nose on the floor
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stomach-rental · 10 months
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Will and Louis try out a new flavor of gel to make eating tests less painful, after the trauma related to the last one. They didn't really expect this one to be THIS successful, but...well. at least they're learning things about themselves?
ALMOST FORGOT! William James Rowe and Louis Patriarch belong to @peachnewt and her series, Getting in Deep.
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m-eltdown · 5 months
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siriwesen · 10 days
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I didn't say it in a while.
I miss ethersea
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lover-of-skellies · 6 months
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New fear unlocked: Sixbones smooches
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casdeans-pie · 3 months
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I read a fic that had a sad ending even though it wasn't tagged for it and I didn't expect it and now I'm sad :(
Please link me your favourite destiel fluff fics so I can be cheered up ?
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optiwashere · 4 months
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Since work is very much not on the front of my mind, I'm constructing my "NYE 2023" playlist instead of creating profit for my employer. I think ringing in 2024 with some Godflesh, Rotten Sound, Gravesend, and Hellripper will be the right choice.
Nightsongs Shadowheart prefers a playlist of modern Ulver, that new Predatory Void band, and old Katatonia albums. She sneaks in a few Lacuna Coil and Nightwish songs. "Oh, I didn't mean to put those on there," she says while never once skipping those songs. If Astarion happens to be at the same party, he gives her shit all night about it. He asks where the Birthday Massacre and Bauhaus went.
Meanwhile, Nightsongs Ash just wants to listen to some Sturgill and go home. Then she hears a Panopticon song from Kentucky and thinks, "oh, maybe I like this??? Appalachian protest black metal??????"
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ittybittybumblebee · 1 month
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uhyhmt cn someone send me an ask or talk to me or something i need a distraction rlly bad
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teabutmakeitazure · 5 months
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the urge to cut yourself open and hand wash all your organs before placing them back and stitching yourself back together in the bathtub
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the-kipsabian · 2 months
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you know what i was gonna vent post but fuck it positivity moment instead cause whatever is inside of me thats making me sad it can be overruled by the people that still unconditionally love me and i know that and it means everything to me
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brenna · 25 days
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my boss threw me under a bus/accused me of things at four pm today, and i'm having a normal time about it. give me something else to think about please
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angelsdean · 2 years
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mary’s ghost lingering behind in the house. the exact inverse of the woman in white who can never go home. mary can never leave. like literally their stories are the inverse of the woman in white case….the living children haunt roads and can never go home while the mother ghost can never leave!!!!!!!!!! GUYS !! GUYSSS ARE YOU HEARING ME !!!
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fallowfield · 3 months
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girl gelp i literally woke up thinking about dwarven anatomy and specifically about sand and beach dwarves..... i am so autistic about this....
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