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slut.
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iamnotdirtylaundry · 7 months
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old ish spidey drawing
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drewstarkeyslut · 5 months
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i want to be his passenger princess 🥺
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ezgurple · 1 year
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casey jonez sketches and stuff ❤️❤️ilovehim HHHHH
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roryculkinluvr · 10 months
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𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
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➸ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: clyde x fem reader
➸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluffy smut, sexual themes, established relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering.
➸ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: this is my first time writing ff so i apologize if it’s not perfect, i tried my best and i hope you all enjoy! also i hope you like the lana del rey reference in the title ♡
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you and clyde sat on his bed, your head rested on his shoulder as he traced the lines on your palm. you two often sat like this, enjoying each other’s company, talking about whatever came to mind in the moment.
you sat up to face him, removing your hand from his grasp. you moved his long brown hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. you leaned closer towards him as you cupped his jaw, your thumb brushing his cheek gently. clyde smiled at you shyly as his eyes flickered between your eyes and mouth. you attached your lips to his, they were slightly chapped yet soft. he kissed you back gently as his hands rested on your waist.
you tilted your head deepening the kiss as his hands found their way under your t-shirt. he moved them up and down your waist, almost meeting the bottom of your tits, which were hidden by your lace bra.
you smiled into the kiss but clyde unexpectedly pulled away, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“i-i won’t touch you like that…” he said shyly, just louder than a whisper. he took a moment to concentrate on your facial expressions, trying to read your thoughts. “unless you want”
obviously the two of you had made out many times, but clyde was never too touchy, not like this. he certainly wasn’t a prude but he wanted you to know he wasn’t taking advantage of you.
clyde’s friends honestly could be dicks. you had witnessed them go off to have sex with girls that they had just met at shows, with no intention of pursuing them. clyde wanted you to understand that he genuinely had feelings for you. he genuinely loved you, even if he hadn’t said it yet.
“like what clyde?” you asked. you definitely knew what he meant, but teasing him was much more fun.
“like in a sexual way.” he responded. clyde could barely meet your eyes, so shy of his own words. you moved over so you were straddling him. the boy’s eyes widened slightly, he wasn’t excepting this as your reaction.
“and what if i wanted you to touch me like that?” you ran your hands down his chest, his cheeks reddened.
“then i would” he respond, growing in confidence. “would you want me to?” he questioned, desperately trying to hide the smirk that was forming on his face.
“would i want you to what clyde? use your words” you purred. you knew the effect you had on him. although he seemed so confident, sometimes cocky, you knew he would melt under your touch.
“fuck…would you want me to touch you in a sexual way?” he huffed out.
“yeah i would, do you want to touch me like that clyde?”
he nodded eagerly, “yes. i really would.” you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and kissed him again, more passionately this time. one of his hands went back to your waist, the other toyed with the hem of your oversized t-shirt.
you pulled away from his lips and removed your shirt, throwing it on his bedroom floor, displaying your lacy bra. clyde did the same and removed his shirt, you helped him pull it over his head between kisses, discarding it next to yours.
your fingers ran down his now bare torso, your soft hands on his exposed skin gave him goosebumps. clyde was slightly toned with a prominent v-line. “mmm so pretty clyde” you smiled and met his lips again, rolling your hips onto his which made him whimper faintly.
you detached your lips from his and unhooked your bra, tossing it on the pile of your dismissed clothing.
clyde stared at you in awe. he had never seen you like this, his eyes studied every inch of your body. he thought everything about you was perfect.
“you’re so beautiful” he breathed. you smiled down at him.
“thank you” you kissed him again, “so are you, my beautiful boy.”
clyde wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him while your mouth outlined his jaw and neck, leaving hot sloppy kisses as your hands entangled his curls.
“fuck…” he groaned, “baby i wanna make you feel good.” you pulled away from him, meeting his eyes.
“how are you gonna make me feel good?” you cooed. your hands continued to play with his hair.
“i wanna taste you.”
“yeah? i’d like that clyde.” with your permission, he gently moved you so that you were under him. he cupped one of your boobs, kissing the other. his curious hands roamed your body as he sucked a mark into your tit.
“can i take these off?” he asked, referring to your sweat shorts. you nodded and he pulled them off, exposing a wet spot on your underwear. “fuck baby, you’re so wet already” clyde’s head went fuzzy at the sight of your almost naked body. you had always imagined yourself feeling anxious in a moment like this, but clyde made you feel safe, he made you feel beautiful.
“m’gonna make you feel so good baby” he began to remove your wet lace thong “this okay?” he asked, clyde wanted to make sure you always felt safe with him.
“yeah take them off,” you nodded “please.” he threw them beside both of your shirts.
clyde placed his head between your legs, leaving hickeys on your inner thighs. his kisses made their way closer and closer to your cunt. “you ready?”
“yeah” you panted. he started by leaving soft licks on your slit making your breath hitch.
clyde couldn’t get enough of you. his mouth felt every part of your cunt, desperately lapping your wetness. your soft moans encouraged him.
“you taste so good.” he voiced, he traced his tongue up and down you cunt and around your clit. you whined at the lack of stimulation, taking your hint, he sucked on your clit. this earned a sharp moan from you. “that feel good baby?”
“so good” you groaned.
“is it okay if i try something else?” he asked.
“of corse” you breathed. with that, he pushed two fingers into you, pumping them slowly as his mouth remained on and around your clit. “fuck clyde, feels so good. you’re so good to me” you cried. clyde began to flick your clit with this toungue, pumping his fingers into you faster than before. you were so close, you pulled a fist full of his hair making him whimper. the vibration from his moans and whimpers added to your pleasure.
“shit m’so close clyde” you whimpered.
“cum for me, wanna taste it” he sucked harshly at your now extremely sensitive bud, ”please.” he whined.
“m’gonna cum now clyde— shit” you could barely speak, it all felt so good, it was almost overwhelming. he thrusted his fingers into your cunt as the room filled with your high pitched moans. your cum painted clyde’s fingers. he pushed them into you through your orgasm, making sure you finished. he pulled his fingers out of you and sucked your cum off his fingers.
“fuck you taste so good”
“y-you did so good” you panted.
clyde sat up and kissed your forehead. he then leaned towards his dresser beside his bed, rummaging for a shirt for you to wear.
once he found you a t-shirt (which fit you more like a dress), he helped you put it on and flopped beside you. you both turned to face each other.
he stared at you, admiring your beauty.
“i love you” he blurted, breaking the silence. his voice so sounded nervous but you knew he meant it.
“i love you too, clyde.”
he pulled you closer to him, your arms wrapped around each other’s. he wanted to be with you forever, you were the only person who mattered to clyde. you were the first person who made him feel loved.
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ace4art · 11 months
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Screenshots of data in red because it compliments him very well
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gays4neptune · 11 months
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Art Donaldson you mean so very much to me
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dontyouworrydaddy · 1 year
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I find myself in you
Carlos Oliveira x gn! Reader
Summary: Carlos comes home and he is deeply in love with you.
warning: none!
gif not mine!
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As Carlos walked through the door of his home, a wave of longing washed over him. The familiar scent of their shared space filled his senses, but something was missing. He called out, "Hey, you, I'm home!" with a hint of melancholy in his voice.
In the cozy kitchen, you were preparing a meal, your hands deftly moving across the cutting board. The soft sound of the knife slicing through vegetables provided a gentle rhythm, a melody that accompanied the silence between you. Carlos watched you, his heart warming at the sight of your focused expression.
With a sigh, Carlos began recounting his day, sharing stories of the chaos and dangers he faced as a member of the Special Tactics and Rescue Service. His voice filled the room, punctuated by occasional laughter and the clattering of pots and pans. He spoke of the lives saved, the battles fought, but all the while, his eyes remained fixed on you.
As you listened intently, he couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness in your presence. Your unwavering support, the way you understood him without needing words—it was as if you held a mirror to his soul, reflecting back the strength and resilience he often overlooked in himself.
Time seemed to slow as the aromas of the meal mingled with the unspoken emotions in the air. Carlos moved closer, drawn to you like a magnet. His eyes met yours, their warmth and tenderness capturing the essence of his feelings. In that moment, he realized that he found himself mirrored in the depths of your gaze.
"It's funny," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper above the bubbling of the simmering pot. "In your eyes, I see the person I strive to be. The strength, the courage, the compassion—it's all reflected back to me, reminding me of who I am and who I want to become."
You smiled, a gentle understanding passing between you. The metaphorical connection transcended words, a deep bond formed through shared experiences, unspoken love, and unwavering support. Carlos reached out, gently caressing your cheek, and whispered, "Thank you for being the mirror that shows me my true self."
In that embrace, amidst the fragrance of the meal you prepared, Carlos felt a sense of belonging, a profound gratitude for the person who saw him for who he truly was. Together, you stood as partners, navigating the challenges of life, finding solace and strength in each other's presence.
As the evening unfolded, the two of you shared a meal that was more than just food. It was a communion of hearts, a celebration of love, and a reminder that in the eyes of the person you hold dear, you can find the reflection of your truest self.
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winniemaywebber · 2 months
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Anthony Boyle for Wonderland
• taken from Instagram •
02-23-2024
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luvlaki · 10 months
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﹏ ﹒ ✦ ☁️ ᶻ
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riviifetish · 11 months
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henry cavill with horses, GQ collection
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paularonsgirl · 10 months
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next time someone tries to make paul out to be a player, i will show them this picture because wow he is cute 🤭
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lockley-spktr · 1 year
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stevenose · 10 months
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Soft Steve Saturday: You've got a cold, and Steve's just babying you, keeping you wrapped up in blankets and making sure you eat and drink enough, putting on the movie/show of ur choice <3
eek 🥺!!!
Steve collapses on the bed beside you, making it bounce. He giggles and you smile, too tired to laugh but not too exhausted to not humor him. He’s just put on your favorite movie and he didn’t even complain about it - he’s also ordered your favorite food and dessert. You can’t taste it well, but it was still good, better than saltines and soup. “How you doin’, honey? What do you need?”
You sigh and roll over so that your head’s resting on his chest. He’s warm, which is nice for now. You’re sure in about five minutes you’ll recoil from him, his temperature racking up the heat of your fever. He smiles and pets your hair. “Just need me, huh?”
“Always do,” you mumble, watching the TV with hooded eyes. You’re waiting for your cold medicine to kick in so you can actually sleep. “I’m sorry if I get snot on you.”
“I got you tissues,” he reminds, serious. “It’s that kind with the lotion, real soft and stuff? Think it’s got aloe or whatever in it?”
“Mmm. I’ll just use your shirt.”
He gets it now, laughing and lacing his hand through yours. “Oh, okay. That’s fine. You’re lucky I love you.”
“How much?” you yawn.
“More than you’ll ever know.” He kisses the top of your head and you sigh again, cuddling into his chest harder.
“Cool.”
“And you love me?”
“I love you,” you smile lazily. “More than all the milligrams of antihistamines in my body right now.”
He looks down at you with absolute adoration. “Wow, honey. That’s a lot.”
“Uh huh.” You bring his hand up to your mouth to kiss his knuckles.
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vwi004 · 2 years
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Imagine him picking you up from school or work 🥰🥰
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irndad · 19 days
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I love tasm Peter so much it’s actually insane !!!
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