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tulsa24 · 1 year ago
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i love coups so much i can’t even put it into words <3
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cherryredstars · 3 months ago
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Daydreaming about a nasty boyfriend who is crazed with the need to make you squirt every chance he gets.
18+, NSFW, Squirting
He just loves the faces you make as he builds you up. The way your legs kick out as his fingers, tongue, or leaking tip bully and press that spot inside of you. The choked gasps and cut off whimpers you produce as you try to warn him. Doesn’t give a flying fuck unless you’re spraying him or the sheets with your release.
A man who is so obsessed with making you squirt that he gets mopey when he misses it. Hates fucking you in doggy even if it stimulates your g-spot the most because the only proof he gets that you actually finished is by the dark puddle on the sheets (he keeps them light for a reason). Takes it as the ultimate prize when he’s finished fucking you within an inch of your life and he looks like he just finished taking a shower.
Ideally, your squirt is ending up in two different places: on him or in him.
Not scared to suck and lick at your cunt until he can latch his mouth around you, gulping down the sweet release you gift him as it hits the back of his throat. Best believe he’ll sadly lap at your clit, whining for you to squirt one more time if he misses the chance to see it or drink it up. He’s not talking to you sweets, he’s talking to your pussy.
He’s just so nasty and hot and desperate. I love nasty boyfriend <3.
- Gojo, Soap, Miguel if he had a long week, Choso
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hypocriticalspicewrites · 11 months ago
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That feminine urge to walk around in a cave that's also the ruins of a hotel with your four mates while wearing one of these gowns like a sweet little vampire housewife who spends her time getting the little nest all nice and pretty, dusting cobwebs, lighting candles and fires, sweeping off dust on the fountain, cleaning up blood and such stained on clothes and fabrics.
Or answering the door at a home to some random person who decided to give the doorbell a ring at the wrong time and I'd answer the door all oblivious and elegant, inviting them in for a bite.
You know, normal thoughts.🙃
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tulsa24 · 2 years ago
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this is one of the best coups fics i’ve ever read. genuinely, the pure emotion in this is just incredible, and the amount of realism in it, this whole piece, it’s just so beautiful.
towards the sun
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✧ choi seungcheol x reader
✧ summary: sometimes you wonder if seungcheol will one day regret being tied to you.
✧ wc is approx 2k
✧ warnings/tags: angst and comfort, insecurities. mentions of depression, anxiety. seungcheol talking abt his own struggles with depression. quiet anger, crying. seungcheol loves you sm and spoils you accordingly. childhood sweethearts, promise rings. you two worship each other <3 tons of metaphors.
✧ request: if you have the time can i please request for an argument drabble with cheolli? please make it angst with a fluffy fluff ending:))))))
✧ i hope you like this, anon!!! i couldn't fit in fluff at the end, but it's comfort and sweet. i know you asked for a drabble, but it sort of?? ran away from me?? i hope you enjoy nonetheless!!! <3
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All night you had sat near the wall, watching your boyfriend socialize. Seungcheol was constantly moving, face bright as he talked to longtime friends and new ones, family members hugging him and congratulating him. 
 You drank your water steadily, trying to get that bitter taste out of your mouth. It had persisted ever since Seungcheol came home, brilliant and bright and shining. He was like a light amongst the crowd, a star amongst the ordinary. 
And you were part of that ordinary. 
He had risen so high. Seungcheol had flown towards the sun, fearless and accomplished. He hadn’t meant to leave you, hadn’t meant to leave you on the ground, but that’s where you stood; watching him fly away, stranded. 
When Seungcheol finally returned to your side, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into him, despite all the thoughts that poisoned your mind and heart. He wrapped an arm around you, pressing you to his side. He was warm, as Seungcheol always was, warm from the heat of the sun and the satisfaction of flying so close to it. 
“I’m thinking we should head out,” he murmured, voice deep in your ear. He brought his other hand, the one not hugging your waist, up and brushed your hair from your face. Seungcheol’s eyes were sweet as they looked at you, soft with his adoration of you. “Don’t you think so, baby? It’s getting late.”
“Don’t you want to talk a bit more?” You asked, glancing about the room. People were still arriving, taking off their coats and scarves, cheeks aglow with the bite of winter. “You haven’t seen some of these people in forever.”
Seungcheol shrugged, humming as his finger traced the curve of your cheek. “I’ve always thought that if someone really wants to see you, they’d make an effort. You know more than half of these people don’t really care about me.”
You frowned at him, hating the thought. You found it hard for anyone to not care about him, not when his heart was so large and welcoming, when he was Choi Seungcheol. You loved him with every fiber of your being, loved him even when he flew to the sun and your feet remained on the ground, so how was it anyone had the ability to feel otherwise about him? 
Seungcheol laughed softly at your incredulous look. “Come on, baby. Let’s get some soju from the convenience store, some ramen. We can drive out of Seoul, look at the stars.”
Leaving the event was tricky. Even as he was helping you into your coat, even as he slid your fingers into your gloves and made sure they weren’t bunched awkwardly, people were stopping him. They glowed just from speaking to him, as if his stardom was enough to ignite them. 
Eventually the two of you made it out to the car, a sleek black thing that Seungcheol treasured. He tried not to be materialistic, not when the two of you came from families where your parents left you with your grandparents, heading off for long work days, each blinding into the one before it. But he couldn’t help himself. Sleek cars, branded clothes for the both of you, a promise ring, rosegold band lined with small peridots on your finger; a matching watch band for him, your birthstones surrounding the watch face. 
The car came alive with a smooth, deep hum. You couldn’t look at Seungcheol, staring down at your ring. 
Seungcheol was a man far above you in all aspects of the word. Once the two of you had stood side by side on the ground, your childhoods spent running from one house to the next, your grandmothers wearing matching, knowing smiles. But then he had left for the city, his dreams so big and bright, promises to return heavy on his tongue and weighing down on your heart. 
And he had returned for you. You had waited for him, both feet on even ground, but now you couldn’t help but think. 
Did you belong? Did you belong in this sleek black car with your ordinary desk job? Did you belong on his arm, when he shined so brightly and you blended amongst the crowd? 
Seungcheol pulled onto the interstate, fingers drumming on the wheel. Once he got into a comfortable pace, he removed one of his hands and moved it to your thigh. He grabbed your hand, thumb running over the ring absentmindedly. 
His nails were so perfect, you thought. Clean and manicured, trimmed. Your own were uneven, chewed with specks of dirt underneath them. 
You moved your hand from his, clenching your hands together. You shifted back in the seat. 
“Baby?” Seungcheol asked, glancing over at you. “What’s wrong? You tired?”
“It’s --” You sighed, looking out the window. Darkness had long descended on the city, traffic on the highway loose. “It’s nothing.”
There was a temporary silence. “I don’t think it’s nothing. Come on, baby.”
“Do you think we’re right for each other?”
As soon as it left your mouth, you regretted it. You wanted to reach out and grab the words from the air, throw them out the window. They felt so wrong. They felt wrong once you said them, real and tangible. They weren't just your silly thoughts anymore. 
He was quiet beside you. But you weren’t foolish enough to think that he had forgotten about it, that he was ignoring it. That wasn’t who Seungcheol was. 
“I want you to say that again,” he said, voice heavy. “Say that again.”
You felt like crying. How horrible you were. Seungcheol had a wonderful day, surrounded by people who loved and adored him, and here you were. Ruining it with your venomous words. 
“I just --” You broke off, throat thickening with the weight of your words. “Won’t you regret this?”
He was quiet again, though this time it was a baffled, agitated sort of silence. A car roared past you. He tapped his finger against the wheel. “Since you seem so knowing on the subject,” Seungcheol began, his voice tense, “why don’t you enlighten me further on my regrets.”
You took a deep, shuddering breath. The stars were completely hidden by the city. Your tears rose up, stinging at the corner of your eyes. “It’s just. We’re so different.”
“We’ve always been different. I don’t see why it matters now.”
You sniffled, ashamed of yourself for causing his voice to harden like that. Seungcheol didn’t yell at you, not after witnessing you flinch back from him once as teenagers. Still, the hardness in his voice, the absolute void of any affection and emotion, made you feel as if you had been yelled at. 
Disappointment, you found, was just as bad as anger. 
“We were kids,” you said.
“Oh, so now that we’re grown it suddenly matters? What the fuck, Y/n. What the fuck is this? What are you trying to say? That these past years haven’t mattered? That we don’t matter? That I don’t matter?”
“No,” you began feebly. “I just --”
Seungcheol interrupted, his red-hot anger slowly beginning to bubble up and out of his mouth. “This is so -- what? You’ve suddenly decided that we’ve wasted the past twenty-five fucking years of our lives? That suddenly because we’re grown that it makes everything fucking invalid?”
“Seungcheol,” you whispered, speechless. 
“I’m so fucking mad at you.” Seungcheol announced. He glanced behind him before turning on the turning signal. Seungcheol merged off of the highway, onto an exit. “I can’t fucking. So everything you’ve ever said to me doesn’t matter?”
Finally a sob, loud and ugly, erupted from you. You pressed your hands up to your face, obscuring it from him. You were shaking. Your heart was bleeding, it felt like. “I love you,” you sobbed, “I just don’t know what to do when you’ll stop loving me.”
He was quiet, the car following a curve off the exit. When the car straightened out, his hand appeared on your thigh. Seungcheol squeezed it once before moving his hand again, grabbing your arm. His hand slid up your arm, wrapping around your wrist. Seungcheol moved your hand from your face, sliding to hold onto your fingers, ignoring the wetness from your tears. 
“You can’t,” he began, voice thick with emotion. “You can’t decide that for me. You can’t suddenly decide that I’ll stop loving you. That’s not -- Baby, that’s so unfair.”
You sobbed again, nodding against your hand. He pulled into a gas station, putting the car in park. Seungcheol undid his belt, turning to you. He reached out, taking both of your hands. “I want you to tell me what’s going on, baby. Give it to me straight.”
You sniffled. You reached up, removing your hand from his to rub at your nose. Seungcheol tsked at you, reaching into the glovebox and removing a tissue. He gently pressed it against your nose, wiping. 
“Come on, baby.” He muttered. His eyes were so wide, shining with unshed tears. “Let me see what’s going on inside that head of yours.”
You took a deep, shuddering breath. “It’s just -- Seungcheol -- you’re so amazing.”
He blinked, not quite following. 
“You -- you make more money in a month than I do in a year,” you went on, refusing to look at him. “Everyone knows your name. You’re -- you’re amazing and brilliant and famous, and I’m so ordinary and dull and work at a desk.”
Seungcheol let out a loud sigh, one of his hands moving to brush at your cheek and remove some of the tears there. “You know how stupid that sounds?”
“I know!” You sobbed, nodding. “It’s so fucking stupid but I can’t stop thinking about it. Seungcheol --”
He leaned fully over the center console, as close as he could get to you. He wound one arm around your shoulders, bringing you into him. “Baby. You are the most beautiful, brilliant, spectacular, amazing, perfect person in the world.”
You shook your head against him, but he sank one hand into your hair and stopped you. “Listen to me, Y/n. You are. You are so perfect. Do you remember the last tour? I couldn’t even make it through Japan. And I was so, so angry. Angry at myself, angry at my brain. But you weren’t. You just held me, loved me. Even though I felt so fucking ugly, you loved me like I was someone worthwhile. And baby --” 
He pulled away, his fingers swiping at the tears beneath your eyes. “I’m telling you right now. You’re fucking worth it. You’re perfect, and beautiful inside and out, and even if you weren’t you still would be because you’re mine. You’ve been mine since we were five and scaring my big brother with worms. You were mine when I left for Pledis. You were mine when you began college, when I came home from that tour. 
“You were mine, just like I’m yours. You’re still mine, I’m still yours. I will never, ever, regret this. I will never regret you.” He sniffled, and when you met his eyes they were slightly red. He was such an ugly crier, you thought, but still you couldn’t help but think he was the most beautiful person in the world. “Every single fucking day I wake up and think of how blessed I am to have you by my side. Whether you work in a desk or fucking -- if you decide to be a damn professional table tennis player. You’re mine, and I’m keeping you.”
You nodded, sniffling once more. “I’m sorry, Cheol.”
He shook his head. Seungcheol pitched forward, pressing his mouth to your hairline. “Don’t be, baby. Just promise me the next time you start thinking like that, you’ll tell me.”
“Cheol --” 
“I know,” he interrupted, though not unkindly. “I know how hard it is. But you’re mine, and you know how I like to take care what’s mine. I can’t do that if you’re not telling me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”
You swallowed, a deep sigh leaving you. “I love you, Seungcheol.”
“I love you,” he returned, as easily as breathing. "Now let's go get some drinks, some ramen, and then we'll go home and cuddle in bed. Okay?"
You pressed a kiss to his chin, breathing in the smell of his expensive perfume and aftershave. "Okay."
Seungcheol might have flown to the sun, might glow and shine like a star; you might be standing with both feet firmly on the ground, squinting against the sun, watching as he took off. But the thing was, you would come to realize, that no matter how far Seungcheol flew, no matter how close to the sun he got, he would always come back to you.
Always.
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hypocriticaltypwriter · 8 months ago
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The Bride and her ugly ass grooms!!!
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cherrieguroo · 3 months ago
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can can can I have boy Jerry graphic thingys please they’re so silly
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boy jerry graphics ˊˎ-
f2u with credits
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sentimentalkeyboard · 11 months ago
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Some sketches I made as reference to this post I made a while back for vampires in my graphic novel universe!
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Hands
•Vampire hands are much larger in comparison to humans... If the four fingers didn't already give that away. And unlike human digits, their fingers [minus the thumb] are all equal in length, and also double jointed for easier grip to smaller crevices in treets and caves.
•They also have some killer sharp nails that are just as touch and sturdy as they are strong. Good enough to impale and grip prey and to tear through thick fabrics and metals.
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Feet
•Now feet are much more different in comparison of humans, as they appear almost batlike. Their joinetd as hands, and are considered 'double paws' for how they work just like a second pair of mits in the bottoms of their legs. They're mostly used fir hanging from high places or climbing, but they can also be used as a way to grab food or bodies from places.
•Not only are they built for grabbing, these babies got a death grip. Besides the jaw, Vampires strongest body function is their feet, having to hold weight from upside down, or during mating/holding lovers or baby bats bodies, they need the strength relied in their legs.
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Noses
•Vampire noses are very hard to point out, but one the difference is spotted its hard to unsee. They're noses tend to be built almost looking scrunched up, nostrils permanently flared. The reason their nasals are built in such a way is due to easier to pick up scents with their very keen senses if smell.
•Also on note, vampires sense of smell usually only goes for blood or other bodily fluids (like arousal, menstruation, mostly hormonal bodily functions.) And other smells tend to just smell the same as any other human/person... Unless it's garlick. While the vegetable wouldn't harm ir kill a vampire, it's still an old used antibiotic and defunetly clears out the sinuses for them. So it probably wouldn't save you in the end, it's a good way to keep one steering clear if they decide you're not a threat or meal.
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Fangs
•The fangs of a vampire are what make them so iconic to most, but those aren't just for show! The back of their sharp canines hook out ever so slightly, hollowed completely through the back so when they puncture into flesh, it works.as a cavity/suction to quite literally create the iconic draining/sucking blood vampires are known for.
•Vampire jaws are very strong, and you don't want to be at the mercy of seeing what it's capable of. They also have the capability to lock their jaws in place to keep prey from escaping or to show them out. Sometimes it's hard to tell from your neck snapping, or the cracking of a jaw unhinging directly in your ear.
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tulsa24 · 2 years ago
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👏 wooo! this was amazing!
THE WAY BACK | c. seungcheol
synopsis : seungcheol makes a facetime call and a fan makes a bold claim pairing : rapper!seungcheol x actor!, gn!reader genre/s : mini smau, angst, fluff
part one : memory lane | part two : hopelessly devoted | part three : beginning, middle, the end
a/n. under a cut because it's a long one... hehe hope you enjoy the finale !
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from reese, with love <3
and this ends this short, angsty (but fluffy) little mini series ! hope you all enjoyed, i would genuinely love to know what you think! thoughts and rbs appreciated hehe hope you're all doing well and taking care !
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homecomingvn · 1 year ago
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I’ve seen this going around so now I gotta ask, what fruit would each of the characters be?
tee hee
HENRY: Watermelon
LYRA: Pomegranate
ELIJAH: Cherry
SANDY: Peach
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chrissiepop · 11 months ago
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Thanks to @misslavenderlady for giving some advice and helping a gal pal out!🩷🩷🩷 Found a totally cute choker at a stand the other day and was able to get a pic! [I think it isn't too shabby hiding the bite either.]
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cherry-jamm · 5 months ago
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My requests are once again opened, feel free to send something in
Especially if you're requesting for Baldurs Gate 3 or Batman, please send in bg3 and Batman asks
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cherryredstars · 6 months ago
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you know what season it is!!! back shots in a sundress with no panties!! i strongly request rich people private beach sex! boat sex! rich sugar daddy husband who is never really home but when he is he WRECKS your body!!
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Pairing(s): Miguel O'Hara, Simon Riley, John Price x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Public Sex, SugarDaddy!Characters, Simon isn't gentle in this one (sorry!)
A/N: My favorite season!!!!
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| SIMON "GHOST" RILEY: CAKE BY THE OCEAN
He can't help himself when his pretty baby is all dolled up for him.
You got that cute little sundress he bought you on, letting out little giggles every time the wind picks up and you have to hold your dress down like the better version of Marilyn Monroe. He doesn't understand why you do it though. You're the one who begged him to take leave so the two of you can spend the warm weather at the beach house, wanting to spend time on the private beach. Plus, if you really cared about decency, you wouldn't have left without panties. He thinks you're adorable, clueless to the fact that you've flashed him a handful of times already.
But maybe that's part of some secret plan you've been plotting. especially when you pout at him and demand he let you rub sunscreen all over his body.
I just don't want your scars to get irritated, Si.
He thinks your a fucking liar. How else would that explain the way you so willingly sprawl out on the beach blanket you've brought along, your bare ass exposed to him as your dress is bunched around your waist. In the sun, he can see your dripping cunt glistening with arousal. He fucking loves the pretty gasps you let out when the wind fans over your folds, a tiny plea for him to stop his teasing following after. His poor, spoiled baby, so desperate to have a different kind of fun at the beach.
He doesn't care for the beating sun burning his back as his thick cock slides through your puffy folds, more focused on the way your insides are a thousand times hotter. The only thing he needs coating his skin is your sticky arousal as it drips around his cock, a foamy ring of white forming at his base as he thrusts into you. He hates sand, but he doesn't mind the way it gets on the blanket as you pull on it, crying and hiccuping at him how it's too much.
"Si! It's too hot, I'm getting all gross and sweaty!" You sob out, teary eyes looking back at him.
He coos at your cries, giving your ass a hard smack before rubbing the pain away. You could have just told him you needed something to help you cool down. He's more than happy to help as he licks over your skin, his saliva coating your neck and shoulder blades. You taste like the sun and sweat, and he knows that after his he'll need to eat out that pretty pussy of yours to see how they add to your addictive taste.
He must have spoiled you too much, rolling his eyes as you start complaining about how sticky your skin feels with his spit drying on you. He shuts you up with a few punishing thrusts, only tolerating your incoherently wobbly moans and cries. He grits his teeth when he feels his high peaking, swiftly pulling out of you with a groan as he hot seed shoots onto your back. It darkens the fabric of your dress, pearly lines sitting on your sparkling skin.
Simon chuckles as you whine under him, his rough hands rubbing his cum over your skin in a thin layer.
"Gotta make sure your pretty skin is nice and coated, love."
His cum looks close enough to sunscreen, anyways.
| MIGUEL O'HARA: HANDS ON THE WHEEL
"Keep 'er steady, baby."
You only moan back in reply, your hands tightening around the wheel. Your hands are sweating from the sun's heat and from the heat radiating off of Miguel's body as he thrusts into you. The sound of your wet cunt is drowned out by the sound of the ocean, but Miguel is more concerned about the ocean of wetness that gushes around his cock. Your grip on the wheel has nothing on the vice grip your pulsating walls have on his cock.
His large hands reach up, his chest pressing against your sweaty back as his hands cover yours. He guides your hands slightly to keep the wheel straight, his thrusts not stopping. He's trying to teach you how to steer the boat through groans, and you only moan and whine in response as your mind gets consumed by the way his cock drills into you. Miguel curses when your grip on the wheel slips, your body falling forward as your orgasm crashes into you and the wheel spins quickly out of control.
His hand instinctively clasps around your neck to keep you from hitting your head on the wheel, making your back arch as he pulls you close to him as his other hand works to fix the wheel. His cock slips out of you, the ends of your fluttery dress pushing over his angry tip. He grunts as he thrusts his cock into your back, groaning as he spurts hot strings of pearly white dampen the back of your dress. You babble as you come down, feeling the wet parts of your dress starting to cling to your skin.
"Didn't I tell you that ya'gotta be careful while at the wheel, mi vida?"
Well, whose fault is that.
| JOHN PRICE: PRETTY HOUSEWIFE
This by far is his favorite part of coming home.
He loves getting home after a rough deployment, only to find his pretty little wife waiting dutifully at home for him. You treat it like a special occasion, making his favorite meals in that cute little apron and sundress that has his cock throbbing. You're so good to him. It's only right that he shows his appreciation with a good fucking.
He doesn't care if his hot plate of food is getting cold as he bullies his cock into your needy hole. You're so tight from not being filled with his cock for so long, your fingers not stretching you out the way his fat cock can. Your little moans and cries of his name are the only nourishment he needs at the moment. His pretty little wife takes him so well.
"Looks so gorgeous f'me like this, doll." John grunts at you, chuckling at the way your walls flutter around him.
This is by far the greatest way to be welcomed home, and of course he's gotta give you the first of many gifts he's got you while he was away. He groans low and deep as he shoots the build-up of cum that's been sitting painfully in his balls, watching as it gushes around his cock as your pussy gets stuffed full. You look so pretty sitting across from him in that sundress, trying to keep as much cum as possible in your snug cunt as he finally digs into his home-cooked meal.
No way in hell he'd let his seed go to waste.
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binders-and-beanies · 1 year ago
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Anyways talk about song reclamation. I picked this song for this show specifically bc it was 364 days after the accident and I made it into a whole storyline abt overcoming sexual shame and I’ve honestly perchance never been prouder of a performance ever. Healing two things in one number
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hypocriticalspicewrites · 7 months ago
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David isn't very vocal during sex- not like moaning and whining, absolutely not. He would never be caught dead moaning or begging... And yet who knows.. Maybe that'll change..👀
But he does grunt and sigh a lot! Sometimes he groans if he gets way into it. I have a personal headcanon that on the RAREST occasions he'll mumble and ramble under his breath if he gets pussy/cock-drunk.
Dwayne grunts a lot. A LOT. He also pants into your ear or neck, you might be able to hear it over his constant growling. He is also a groaner, maybe he'll moan if he's close to cumming, or edging himself.
Paul is the loudest hands down. He's whining, moaning, groaning, sighing, talking, all of it. He has no shame in letting his voice resonate through the cave when he's dicking you down or getting dicked down. He's also saying stuff like 'you like that?' 'Fuck yeah baby just like that doin so good' all that jazz.
Marko is a good 50/50. He's also a talker mostly like Paul, he rambles a lot when he's pussy/cock-drunk, mostly in Italian, but he also groans a lot and growls. He usually starts moaning if he's receiving or cumming- he's also a big whiner/moaner if David ever wants him to be. 😏💦
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hypocriticaltypwriter · 29 days ago
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Lil fun fact about Dwayne is that when Chrysta was pregnant with Jenny, Dwayne was extremely hostile and territorial- even to the rest of the boys! They could barely even get a second to love on there Baby Mama without Dwayne showing up out of thin air.
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Obviously he calmed down after the baby was born and was willing to share again LOL. Pauly nicknamed him 'Mama's Guard Dog'
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theharrowing · 11 months ago
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I'm mad obsessed with Collateral and Boy Blue. And now that I have discovered my tablet can read me aloud... Oh love...
Never has a robotic voice had so much of my interest 👀
Oh, and, you are amazing 🥰
OHHHH BOY, OH BOY!!!!
that's very funny and exciting. i have always wondered about whether i could do audio recordings but i think i would giggle too much.
i assume it only reads the written text? and not the screencaps?
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