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saul-tortellini · 10 months
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modernbaseball · 4 months
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Never give in to the flat tummy propaganda
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filmcel · 1 year
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can the Queen die a second time I’m getting kind of bored
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blankcassette · 1 month
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Was wondering this the whole playthrough
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im-not-a-joke · 3 months
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🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️Manifesting Aziraphale finally calling Crowley “my dear” like he does in the book s3 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️
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mcsoupeater · 11 months
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Kirby games have songs called "The Universe Will End, But You Will Prosper" and it is the most GUT WRENCHING song you will ever hear and also have a song called "Floinkle Doinkle Dinkie Doo" and it be the most silly ass song ever
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harpsinfinity · 4 months
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how I'm boutta mark up Simon:
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Smash. Next question
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candiedblueberries · 2 years
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scar's light broke, his mic fell off the wall and he's holding it, grian tango bdubs cub scar podcast, scar gets 1 year added to his age every time someone mentions his bday, scar swore twice, what the FUCK is going on
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kiran · 1 year
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What’d they do to him
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louiewrites · 1 month
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synopsis; Mr. Harrington is married. You know that. You just cant help yourself.
warnings; slapping, degration, creampie, aftercare, steve is mean, adultery, fingering, unprotected sex.
a/n; wrote this in like an hr forgive me. feedback appreciated. <3
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The sounds that left your lips were downright sinful. It was all sinful truly; you knew he had a wife. It was common knowledge that Mr. Harrington had a wife, but that only encouraged you further. 
Once his lips touched yours, every thought of his family left both of your minds. Once your hands touched his skin, all sense of morality escaped your bodies.
Steve’s hand was around your throat, thumbs pressing deliciously into your soft skin as he kissed you deeply. His fingers were knuckle deep into your sopping cunt and thrusting with vigor, and you couldn’t stop the constricted whines that escaped you. 
“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” Steve’s voice was teasing, demeaning, almost. It made your head spin. “Yes, yes, sir.” You sounded so desperate as your hand reached down to his wrist, doing whatever you could to just keep his hands right there. You clenched your eyes tight, your mouth slacked open as you chased your release.
Warm, wet lips kissed your cheek. “So beautiful, baby.” The words made your walls flutter around his fingers, a whimper escaping you. Your back arched as your fingernails dug into his wrist, your pussy steadily convulsing around his fingers.
Suddenly he let go of your neck, and his fingers came to a halt. A choked sound left you as your eyes snapped open, only to be met with Steve’s face, red cheeks, and his eyebrow raised.
Slap!
Your cheek received a harsh slap, and tears began to gather in your eyes. Steve’s hand gripped your jaw, turning your face to him. “Do you know what I risk doing this with you? Or are you too much of a slut to know that? Hm? Who’s pussy is this?” He landed a slap onto your cunt, your legs instinctively trying to close on him.
“Yours, sir! All yours, please, I’m all yours!” The words came out in a rambled, choked sob. “I like the sound of that. All mine.” He was unbuckling his jeans quickly, pushing them and his briefs down to the floor. He pulled his shirt off as well, while you squirmed and sniffled on your spot in the bed. 
Seeing his cock, red and leaking, had your mouth watering. Steve’s hair brushed against your cheek as he crawled up to you, slotting perfectly between your thighs and leaning down to your ear. “You’re mine, honey. All mine, understand?” His hand guided his cock to your entrance, and he sank into you once he finished his sentence. You nodded, hands coming up to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the pale skin. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his cheeks as a means to make him go faster. 
His firm arms held him up as he let out a groan, your cunt being absolute heaven to him. The sounds you made were music to his ears, and he’d give everything to hear them all the time. Every moan, whine, and whimper you let out was embedded in his mind like a life lesson. 
“Sir, please, move.” At the sound of your voice, he sat up on his knees, gripping your ankles and pushing them as close to you as they would go, bending you in half. His wedding band dug into your skin, reminding you instantly of what you were doing. But you didn’t care. “So fucking greedy.” Finally, his hips moved back, quickly snapping forward, his skin hitting yours with a delicious sting. Your eyes rolled back, hands gripping his arms. 
Steve showed no mercy as he started thrusting into you like his life depended on it, sweat starting to trickle down his forehead. The sweat made his hair stick to his skin, the sight alone enough to fuel a wet dream. “So good, sir, so good.” your words were almost incomprehensible, but Steve understood. He always did. 
With every thrust he delivered, you could feel your release getting closer and closer. “Gonna cum so soon, baby? Embarrassing.” He seethed, his right hand traveling up to your jaw once again, gripping it in his hand. “Nuh uh, look at me.” Your eyes opened, staring into his as your toes curled from pleasure, obscenity’s spilling from your mouth.
Tears were still continuously trailing down your warm cheeks, your eyes staring into his as your release crashed down on you, your cunt clenching around him and your legs trembling. He broke eye contact this time, a guttural groan of your name leaving his mouth, before he leaned over you on his elbows. Soft lips crashed against yours and he thrusted one, two, three, more times before he stilled, cumming inside of you. 
The kiss swallowed up every moan that came from either of you. It was beautiful, truly. Once he pulled away from the kiss for air, finally getting a good look at him. His lips were red and slick with spit, his hair was damp with sweat, and his eyes held nothing but love. Your hands got lost in his hair, scratching his scalp as he regained his normal breathing. His body dropped into yours, nuzzling his head into your warm, sweaty skin as he basked in the feeling of euphoria. 
Eventually, he pulled out of you, grinning at the sight of his cum leaking out of your cunt. “Lemme clean you up.” He hauled himself to the bathroom, taking some time to clean himself up, and then he walked back into the room, a wet washcloth in hand. Your body was laid out, just how he left you, but you were breathing shallowly, nearly overcome by sleep.
Steve couldn’t help but get butterflies. You were stunning. He cleaned you up before slipping a shirt from your closet over your head, then he gently tucked you in. He put his clothes back on before turning to look at you one last time. “Sweet dreams. I love you, sweetheart.”
You knew he had a family to get home to. You knew the consequences of this. A part of you hurt, wished he could be yours only. But in moments like this, you especially longed for him. Moments when you were half asleep while he tucked you in, while he told you he loved you. You were reduced to a title you hated in these moments.
The other woman. That’s all you would ever be.
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anamelessfool · 6 months
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Do you really obsess over the Terzo x Omega ship or are you just somebody that longs for some huge guy to pick you up when you fall asleep on the couch and carry you to bed
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saul-tortellini · 8 months
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This is how 40k works
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modernbaseball · 11 months
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filmcel · 1 year
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murcielagatito · 2 years
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the curse of being hispanic is that a huge chunk of our historic imagery is catholic and it goes HARD but literally fuck the church and fuck spain
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im-not-a-joke · 4 months
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Fellas is it gay to call your best enemy a coward for being unable to shoot you and then proceed to save his life and take revenge on the guy that Cursed you in the first place
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