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メリメロ・マカロン

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Via twaniimals

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platonic wife: im gonna name this oc, nirvanna "vannie" heartwick

me: vanny... fnaf

p.w: STOP

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♡ DATE EVERYTHING! — DIRK ♡

18+ — f!reader, masturbation, pillow humping, porn, fingering

your phone screen shines brightly amid the inky darkness of your bedroom, and you almost have half a mind to feel somewhat self-conscious about what you're doing—considering you're a little too aware of how much company you actually have in your house.

the key word being almost.

but right now, you can't bring yourself to care about what your captive audience of household objects might think about you firing up some porn on your phone with a big, plush pillow tucked between your thighs.

not when you've been feeling so pent up these past few days, you can hardly think straight.

whatever, it's not like you haven't been giving them free shows for years, apparently.

you sigh, pressing play on the video.

it starts off promising enough—it's a shot of a man from mid-chest down, sitting amongst a pile of blankets, jeans unzipped, hand palming his half-hard shaft.

he moans softly, quietly, and you reach out to increase the volume as your stomach flutters at his raspy tone.

then he reaches off-camera and procures a silky, black pair of panties. his dick visibly hardens, and he groans as he teases the tip of it with the material. you bite your bottom lip as you slowly rock your hips against the pillow between your legs.

now fully erect, the man's shaft is long and curved, requiring a decent stroke from dexterous-looking fingers that have your mouth watering the more you stare at them. precum leaks from his flushed tip.

it's a pretty cock.

one that you think you'd like to suck.

a whimper escapes your throat as you grind down against the pillow, the corner pressing just right into your swollen clit, and pleasure vibrates up your spine.

the man groans again, gravel-rough, and fuck—you think you could get off to the sound of his voice alone.

you tug your underwear up a little higher over your hips, tightening the pressure against your slick folds, sticky arousal soaking into the fabric.

and then he wraps the panties around his cock, fucking into the fabric, and you inhale sharply at the sight, at the way his hips stutter on the impact.

(like he's not just doing this for show. like he's getting off on this just as much as you are.)

you imagine the feeling of him rubbing his cock against your panties, dragging his shaft up and down your clothed slit until you're a gushing, sloppy mess. until he can't help but pull them aside and plunge inside of you—

he lets out a punched out, needy moan that has you humping your pillow so desperately, your entire bed frame creaks in protest as you tightly grip your sheets and keen.

and then he grabs another pair of panties suddenly, ones that are far less sexy looking. they're white with little daisies printed all over them, and they actually look like the pair you lost in the laundry bas—

the man accidentally hits the camera with his foot, just enough to show his face.

dirk deveraux drags a hand through his tousled, black hair before he throws his head back and gasps as he wraps your underwear around his leaking, throbbing cock.

and for whatever reason, the thought of dirk jerking off with your dirty underwear bypasses any and all mortifying confusion at this situation as you start moaning his name while you rub your pussy up and down on your pillow with frantic need.

"god, this is hot."

you'd probably be a little more startled by the very present sound of dirk's voice if you weren't a drooling, cock drunk mess at this point.

but as it were, you carry on, and this time, when you gasp his name, it's directed right to the man now kneeling beside you on your mattress.

"dirk, please."

dirk chuckles, voice low and syrupy, and your empty hole flutters around nothing as you continue thrusting.

in the video, dirk's pumping his cock so hard, the video footage becomes shaky.

dirk's breath is warm against the shell of your ear as he leans in, and you can feel his body heat folding over your own. "i like using the ones you leave all sticky and wet for me, you know."

you can feel him tug your panties aside, just enough to slide a finger into your tight, dripping hole. your cunt spasms in pleasure, and you buck backward into his touch, trembling and begging. dirk's quick to slide another finger in, like he knows how badly you need to be filled, and you choke out a sob.

with one hand grasping your hip, he guides you back into humping your pillow while he finger fucks you, and the dual sensation has you seeing stars, lips perpetually parted as you pant and whine and shake.

on your phone screen, the dirk in the video lets out a groan that boils over your insides like a flash flood, and pleasure floods your body from head to toe in a slick, gushing downpour as you watch his thick, hot, sticky load of cum shoot right through your panties and leak all over his fist.

dirk kisses the curve of your jaw as he fingers you through your own orgasm, his soft hair tickling your cheek as you leave a soaked mess all over his fingers, your panties, and the pillow.

the video ends, and your phone falls flat onto the mattress, enveloping the room in darkness.

a thick curtain of exhaustion settles over you suddenly as you collapse against your sheets in a pliant heap, and the last thing you hear before falling asleep is dirk's warm, raspy tone murmuring, "same time tomorrow night?"

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So Do I....

notes: 360 words of pure daydream story based on the saddest yet happiest tyler song (do i look like him) imo. so i'm kinda obsessed with something and maybe it's the writing potential in it? but either way this is 1/2 of some small pieces im gonna write regarding a mafia family (that only 3 moots - besties- know about in grand detail) i hope you enjoy it.

Ciro Lombardi. Sergio's grandson, Damien's son and the heir to the Lombardi Mafia Family. His father's men were under his and his mother's command, his father long gone.

If Ciro counted his blessings, like his mother taught him, a major one would be that he didn't see his father die. He was old enough to understand what happened but it didn't hurt any less. Not to even brush with the fact his mother, always saw his father in his eyes and now he's starting to see it too.

Going about a few tasks his mother delegated to him, in the business and the house, he was always faced with it.

"Ciro! How you're doing son, holding up just as good as your old man?"

"My god... the serpent.."

At least his mom was subtle and caring, despite being notorious in this world too.

"Ciro, you're you. If you ever wanted out, to go and re-invent yourself... I'd protect you with my very life and so would our men."

He knew this with his whole heart. As long as his mom is around, his dad's blood family, uncle renzo or uncle vince? He'd be free as he wanted to be if he chose to leave this life behind.

That's not what he needed though.

"Maman..."

"Oui, mon petit prince."

"Are you proud of me... Would dad be?"

"Of course," She looks at him as if his head in on backwards, "Ciro..."

"Let me finish maman," he starts and doesn't continue til his mother nods.

"I've followed your path, dad's path, stayed true to myself. Even when people who didn't know me thought I was a monster, I remained Ciro Bastien Lombardi. I just want to know... am I really anything like mio padre."

The black woman gets up and walks over to her son, a bit smaller than him now, a few greys in her hair but younger than her actual age. She holds his face and smiles at him.

"My Ciro... you look every bit of yourself and of him."

And the love in her eyes, the way she hugs him tight, reminds him that it isn't a bad thing.

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First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

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44 drafts and only 5 (7 if u count one liners) are writing.

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Captain's average Friday night (and Monday night, Tuesday night, Wednesday night, ...)

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you ever just...

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so here's the funny thing.... —⁠☆

okay so.. quick poll, which mafia angst should come out first?

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do i need to pull out receipts from the library of alexandria? the possible two times i stare at you like this for caring abt me and the multiple times you ask if your hyperfixations are okay as if im gonna wake up and say "hell no"?

rb to stare at a mutual like this:

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Life finds a way, even in the cracks of concrete.

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rb to stare at a mutual like this: