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butchboylemons · 11 months ago
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*licks your swollen clit until you wake up*
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squidsploitation · 2 years ago
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a compilation.
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faunabella · 3 months ago
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why r there so few posts related to my innocence kink... is it so wrong to want someone to tell me i'm cute and sweet and innocent and pure no matter how much i protest against it, to take advantage of and ruin me, to degrade me for no longer being pure, to bully me for enjoying it because obviously only sluts enjoy being pleasured and used,,
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askevilpoliticalmuzan · 11 months ago
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Fucking unstable whores and their kinda chill but mentally unstable partners
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c1trvswurld · 9 days ago
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I wish I can go back to when I was younger and blindly made and consumed my own art without the need or expectation for mass consumption and outreach. I miss that odd joy of working on something with objectively shitty anatomy and coloring and being satisfied that at least I tried something new. But now my stupid little narcissist brain is constantly focused on output, number, outreach.
Supply, supply, more supply.
Actions, passions, will etc sometimes feel so void. Everything I do is for a right set of reactions. Every word choice is for somebody else to consume. Every art piece for somebody else's eyes. When do I ever get to that stage in life where it doesn't matter. When I can go back to being that little boy running around wasting bits of my mums copy paper so I can poorly doodle my totally original do not steal oc!
When do I go back to not caring about myself so much that I actively change it for others around me. so effectively lost in my own sauce and I can't blame anybody else. when will being and attuning my needs for others just so I can break some stereotypes about the way my brajn works. When does being me but also be a caring considerate person and not an ass becomes my normal. Something without effort that makes me know deep down I can be a good person. Bc sometimes it feels sad as fuck that empathy and consideration and basic humanity does not occur to me so I seek it from others.
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lemon-x-peperoncino · 6 months ago
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that one post gives me an idea
if lemon and peperoncino do get a cat
what if peperoncino starts purring like the cat too
like when he's happy (usually never but. you get me right)
how would lemon react
car
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1004tyun-archive · 2 years ago
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okay but this gives sucking him off in a chair vibes, like while he's doing work or something-
and it'd started just with you giving him a blowjob, but before you know it you're in his lap and you're cockwarming him, him testing your patience until you both simultaneously crack, and then you're riding him in the chair (until you both realize its not very comfortable, and move to the bed) and he's just fucking you so rough and fjvbgjtngjtn
"baby just couldn't wait, could she?"
FUCKDJDJD YOU’RE KILLING ME yeonjun gripping your thighs and your waist while you cockwarm him he’s trying so hard not to thrust up into you and fuck you hard right then and there 😳 good thing you have a bed to retreat to~
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xxrainbow-princessxx · 1 year ago
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Wishful Thinking - Drake x OC (Isabella)
Tagging: @lorirwritesfanfic @lorircreates @kimmiedoo5 @mom2000aggie @drakewalkerfantasy @secretaryunpaid @twinkleallnight @kingliam2019 @havenroyals @choicesprompts
Warning: When life gives you lemons…. 🍋 🍋 😏
Prompts: Sweet and Slow, We shouldn’t be doing this and I can make you forget him
“What are you doing here, came to gloat?” Isabella sucked in her cheeks, raising a delicate wine glass to her lips, the red nectar almost overflowing over the sides. There was no savouring the taste, nor allowing the bottle of Malbec she had already drank most of to aerate, wanting to taste the bitterness as she sat quietly alone in her Cordonian Townhouse’s kitchen on the cold marble counter. “Sánchez…” the figure standing in the door frame pushed himself up, moving closer toward her, “Nah, I’m not here to gloat… just checking in, haven’t seen you around campus for a few days y’know?” The Laurentian Princess’ chocolate brown eyes immediately looked upwards towards the man who stood in front of her, “I don’t need your pity Drake…” she spat angrily, “I knew what I was getting into…” causing the Texan to laugh as his attentions turned to her liquor cabinet. He poured two crystal tumblers of brandy before handing one to the petite brunette. “You wanna drink the pain away… drink this… wine just gives you a shit hangover…” Isabella raised her glass towards him, tilting it ever so slightly to clink both glasses together, “To being fucked over yet again…” she forcefully smiled before downing her drink, wincing as the liquid burned her already delicate throat from all the crying and screaming she had done hours beforehand.
With a slight cough she sat down her glass, staring up towards Drake knowing he pitied her. The expression on his face didn’t give it away but she could tell from how his onyx eyes filled with a sadness that she herself felt. “You don’t have to come check on me Drake…” Isabella gently spoke, “I’ll do as I normally do, pick myself up and get on with my life…” Drake took a step closer to her, his broad, muscular frame barely inches from her as he placed both hands either side of the Crown Princess’ body. His dark eyes locked onto hers as he stared directly into her soul, “You fucking deserve better and you know that!” Drake hissed, his whole body tensing. The smell of the sweet, smoky brandy from his breath mixing with the deliciousness of his cologne was intoxicating even more so than the wine. The Laurentian beauty felt her heart race in anticipation. Leaning forward, her lips crashed upon Drake’s and for that moment, she let herself melt into him. Her kiss was hungry, almost pleading him not to reject her. Drake placed her hands carefully against her delicate jaw, cupping her face gently as he purposely slowed down the kiss, savouring every moment as his tongue massaged hers, revelling in the taste that he had been craving for so long.
Separating for a breath, Drake stepped back as he bashfully ran his fingers through his hair awkwardly, “We shouldn’t be doing this… shit…” Isabella reached out, grabbing his shirt to bring him back closer to her, “No… it’s ok… I want to…” her perfectly manicured fingers trailed against his chest, Ruby red lips pouting, “Please Drake?” The Texan’s calloused rough thumb danced against the Crown’s Princess’ bottom lip as he whispered, “I can make you forget him if that’s what you want… but you and I both know it’ll only be in that moment…” Drake patiently waited for the reassurance from the petite brunette that she wanted this too, there was no pressure. “Tell me it’s ok Sánchez… I ain’t going to do anything unless you tell me it’s alright…” Isabella took a deep breath in, was she sure this was what she wanted? Drake was someone she trusted, someone she loved dearly. “I’m sure…” she whispered against his lips, kissing them once more. This time, Drake’s hands did not rest on the counter, but around her waist, pulling the petite brunette closer to him. His hands slowly moved upwards until they were entangled in her long cascading curls. Each movement was perfectly orchestrated, sweet and oh so slow. Drake would take his time, allowing his teeth to ever so slowly drag against Isabella’s bottom lip, nipping her playfully as she blushed.
Effortlessly, the Texan picked Isabella up from the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands cradling her backside as he carried her to her room. It was a strange feeling for Drake being in her room for such an intimate moment, but he had no urgency to go any faster as he carefully placing the petite brunette onto the duvet. Isabella’s chocolate brown eyes looked up at the King’s Guard lustfully in awe of him. For someone perceived so rough around the edges, Drake Walker certainly understood the delicacy of the female body. His hands softly caressed her frame as he peppered kisses along her neck and exposed décolletage, all accepted as a gentle moan escaped the Laurentian beauty’s mouth. Drake looked up towards her as his hands began to pull her dress above her thighs, “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop ok?” he gruffly spoke to reassure her once more as he pulled the material from her body carefully being conscious that one piece of clothing probably cost more than his salary before removing his own shirt. Isabella’s eyes widened in delight as she took in the view of Drake’s sculpted body that he always kept hidden under those denim shirts he always wore, his jeans hanging low on his hips emphasising his six pack.
His fingers carefully unclasped her bra, exposing Isabella’s ample bust causing her to blush slightly as she bashfully tucked the loose tendrils of hair that framed her face behind her ears. “Fuck you’re beautiful…” Drake muttered under his breath before leaning over her to kiss Isabella once more. The Crown Princess could feel her body yearning for him as his hardening length pressed against her, straining in his jeans. “Drake…” Isabella moaned into his mouth seductively, “Please touch me…” with a coy grin, Drake began to kiss down her torso, his hands following the shape of her hourglass figure until he reached her black lace thong. Hooking his fingers around the material, he took a deep breath as they cascaded down her thighs and legs to expose the Laurentian beauty fully to him. Drake didn’t need alcohol to feel drunk as his tongue cautiously began to taste the Crown Princess, savouring in her sweetness before he allowed his lips to tease her already sensitive nub. “Drake…” Isabella called out again in pleasure, her hands getting lost in the Texan’s shaggy dark dark as he explored her body further. Pressing one of his fingers against her entrance he groaned at how tight she was as he slowly entered her core, allowing her to relax before entering another finger. The petite brunette felt her thighs and legs pressing against Drake’s shoulders keeping him in the same exact spot, “Yes…” she softly moaned, “Right there…” her eyes rolling back as he continued to please the Crown Princess.
Feeling the walls of her warm core begin to tighten around his fingers, Drake kept his pace, coaxing the Laurentian beauty to spill over as her body tensed. As they caught each others gaze for a brief moment, the petite brunette rolled her eyes back once more as she came; Drake lavishing in his spoils as his tongue entered her heat causing Isabella to shudder at how sensitive she felt. “Drake…” she tried to catch her breath, “That was…” bringing a smirk to form across his face after licking his lips, “Only the start Sánchez…” He unbuckled his belt with one hand, popping open the buttons on his jeans to finally release his strained length. Isabella couldn’t help but stare as she took in the sight of him. His dark rugged looks, was a complete opposite to what she normally found herself attracted to but her eyes followed his chest hair towards his happy trail and then lower again. There was no denying that Drake Walker was genetically blessed. “You done staring?” He snorted playfully as he crawled up the bed, illiciting a giggle from the petite brunette as he stared into her chocolate brown eyes, each muscular arm on the other side of her body as he began to kiss her softly once more as she lay nestled underneath him.
Pressing his body against hers, Drake enjoyed the softness of her petite frame and the smell of her jasmine perfume as he breathed deeply, taking in her scent as he hovered above her. Feeling a slickness between her legs rubbing against his length, Drake groaned in satisfaction whilst the Crown Princess began to wrap her legs around his waist. “Do you need an invitation?” Isabella teased, but her taunting didn’t last for long. Pressing the tip of his member against her entrance, Drake smirked as he slowly made her feel every inch of him nestling inside her, stretching her to accommodate his size with every stroke. “God…” Isabella called out, reaching and grabbing onto the sheets around her much to Drake’s satisfaction, “What were you saying Sánchez?” he chuckled as their hips finally met, “It’s worth the wait I promise…” the petite brunette hissed as Drake began to thrust back and forth with a steady pace. She was much tighter than the Texan had imagined as his lips and fingertips found her already puckered nipples. The Laurentian beauty’s moans as the King’s Guard caressed her breasts made Drake want to claim her as his own.
Straightening himself up, both of his calloused strong hands gripped onto the petite brunette’s thighs as her feet brushed passed his ears. This time, Drake didn’t hold back as he began to thrust once more. The pace was quickened as Isabella’s breath hitched, feeling herself wanting to let go all over again. “I’m going to cum…” Drake groaned through gritted teeth, continuing to slide in and out of the Crown Princess’ warm, slick core, his hips slapping against her ass. “Yes…” Isabella purred, “Cum for me Drake…” before her chocolate brown eyes rolled back in ecstasy with a satisfied moan. As her walls began to tighten around his cock, Drake no longer could contain himself and with a groan filled the Laurentian beauty with his seed. “Isabella…” her name fell quietly from his lips only for Drake to open his eyes and find himself in his room, his pre cum covered hand squeezing his hardened length tightly. Closing his eyes again once more, he thought of the petite brunette calling his name, coaxing him to cum for her over and over again before he exploded ribbons of hot semen onto his stomach; the only thing he wished for was that she was there to help him clean up - unfortunately Drake knew deep down, that was wishful thinking.
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shout-like-a-hurricane · 1 month ago
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@nobody-elses-but-yours had the best day ever with you 🩷🫧💚 i love you so much
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not-the-vintage-type · 2 months ago
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It’s my birthday today! :)
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mrbhilalbn · 5 months ago
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🍓🍭🌙
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rock-dove-radio · 1 year ago
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I JUST SAID "thanks >_<< owo" AS A JOKE AND MY ENTIRE PHONE FUCKIBG CRASHED
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faunabella · 4 months ago
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u know in reader inserts back in the day, the italies' curls always acted as horny dom switches. but i think thats LAME. they should turn into FLUSTERED MESSES.
infinitely hotter, i think, to imagine them all red in the face, stumbling over their words, trying to keep themselves composed and change the subject
romano i dont think would sit there and take it as much as vene does but still he'd be flustered about it. maybe slap ur hand away or something fiesty compared to veneziano who i think would try to pull away (not very successfully) instead.
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tangylemonade · 9 months ago
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c1trvswurld · 19 days ago
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Being bigender or just multigender period is so funny because both in queer and non queer spaces you are ostracized. Your womanhood only recognized when someone wants to be infantilizing and demeaning, wants to put you on a pedestal for different selfish reasons. Your manhood only recognized when someone wants to demonize and push you out of queer spaces, make you a threat that has to be squashed.
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lemon-x-peperoncino · 7 months ago
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lemautism cautism x peperautism cautism is my favorite cautism rautism ship
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