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meganzfoxy · 10 months
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meg: how much trouble have you been getting yourself into since cannes? meg: i mean, it's been days so i'm figuring a lot meg: any angry husbands coming after you for fucking their wives?
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Oh my God, imagine Patrick learns about his sweater fucking Ciero, and begins a tense rivalry between sweater and future star. He’s so ready to burn that thing, but stops when Ciero speaks up saying something like “Don’t burn it. Show it who I belong to.” Patrick makes sure the sweater has a front-row seat as he pounds Ciero’s brains out and marks her up so pretty.
...anon, you don't know what you just inspired. I am kissing you on the mouth rn.
(Also inspired by this song! It's really good, ngl-!)
Contains sexual content. Do not read if under the age of 18, or if that makes you uncomfortable.
"...what?" Patrick asked, raising a brow.
"...you heard me," Ciero squeaked.
He smirked.
"Actually, 'Ro," he teased. "I don't think I did."
He gently wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.
"Because it sounds like… you dreamed of my favourite sweater fucking your brains out," he scoffed. "But that can't be fucking true, can it? Because look-!"
He held the sweater up, showing it to them.
"...this thing doesn't have a cock. It doesn't have fingers. It can't fuck you."
Patrick rested his head on her shoulder.
"...unlike me."
His hand slid to Ciero's jeans.
Ciero whined, rocking his hips.
"P-please," he whimpered.
Patrick smirked.
"Please, what, mi traido?" Patrick asked, purring.
Ciero whined. 
"Fuck me-!" He begged. "Fuck me good, baby."
He heard Patrick's deep chuckle rumble in his chest.
"Ohohoh," Patrick laughed. "Y'want me to fuck you? And not this piece of fabric?"
Ciero nodded, blushing furiously.
"Pleeease, baby," he whined, grinding his ass against Patrick's hips for good measure.
Patrick groaned, feeling himself get hard.
…fuck.
He slid out from under Ciero, letting her flop back down onto her mattress with a giggle.
He flung the sweater onto the chair.
"Stay right there-!" He pointed at the sweater.
Ciero giggled, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend.
"What?" Patrick asked, scoffing. 
"Sweetheart-!"
"That sweater made a cuckold of me, baby," Patrick snorted. "I'm just… showing it who you belong to."
Ciero smiled up at him lovingly, shaking her head.
"Really?" She quirked a brow.
"It's either this, or I burn it." He whispered, growling into her neck. "...and we both know I look too damn fine in that thing to do it."
Ciero chuckled.
"Alright, baby," she cooed. "Show that sweater who's in charge."
Patrick grinned.
"With pleasure, mami," Patrick grinned.
He trapped Ciero under one hand grasping the headboard, while the other clutched the pillow.
"Chito," Patrick hissed, pressing his lips snugly against Ciero's.
Ciero obliged, kissing her boyfriend back. She tugged on his curls.
The two slowly started grinding, feeling each other grow painfully hard in their jeans.
"Mhhh, fuck…" Patrick hissed, dragging himself away from his boyfriend's lips. "God damn, 'Ro, you're so fine."
Ciero chuckled.
"You're not too bad yourself, Pat." 
Patrick undid his belt, sliding his jeans off quickly and discarding them on the floor. He unbuttoned Ciero's shorts and helped her discard them, both of their boxers following suit.
Patrick's lips found themselves back on hers, steadying himself with a hand on the headboard.
His hips rocked lazily against Ciero's, grinding together toet them make the most gorgeous sounds.
The dull thump, thump, thump of the bed was a constant reminder of how badly they needed each other.
Patrick felt his cock ache.
He needed to fuck Ciero.
Badly
And from how flushed Ciero looked, it appeared that he needed the same. 
"You want me to fuck your tight little hole, Princessa?" Patrick teased, holding her knee.
Ciero bit her lip. He nodded.
"Yes, baby-! Need you to make me feel good-!" She whined. "So good…"
Patrick chuckled.
"There's my good boy…" he whispered. "Lube still in the same drawer?"
Ciero nodded, spreading her legs in excitement. Patrick shoved his hand into the drawer, grabbing the familiar bottle. 
He opened it, sliding some of the familiar clear liquid over his cock - and rubbing some over her hole. 
"Good girl," Patrick whispered, seeing how she moved against him.
Ciero blushed.
"So receptive for me, mami," he purred.
Ciero loved how he sounded when he said… anything in Spanish, really…
He squeezed her ass, groping her plump rear.
"Good girl, good girl…" he whispered.
His cock head barely entered her, pressing against her hole. 
She whimpered, legs trembling in anticipation.
Patrick slid in further.
"Ah-!" She yelped.
Patrick froze.
"Baby, you okay?" He asked, eyes wide with concern.
Ciero nodded.
"You're just… really fucking big…" He whimpered.
Patrick chuckled.
"Really, mami?" Patrick purred.
Ciero nodded, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.
He smiled down at Ciero.
"I know baby…" He whispered, peppering kisses down Ciero's neck. "...but you've taken me before. We fucking know it fits."
His hips slowly rocked, sliding himself further inside of Ciero's ass.
Ciero whimpered, grabbing Patrick's shoulders tightly. Patrick hissed. He felt her nails dig in.
…but that really only spurred him on further.
He slowly picked up his pace.
In…
Out…
He kissed Ciero's cheek.
In…
Out…
Her lips.
In…
Out…
In, out…
In, out…
In, out, in, out…
"Doing such a good job, taking me like this-!" He moaned.
They'd started a steady rhythm. One that had Ciero's eyes watering with pleasure.
"Ah-! Mhh-! Fuuuck…" Ciero groaned. "Patriiiiick-!" 
Patrick chuckled, kissing her gently.
"Don't worry, baby, it's just me and you…" he growled, slowly sliding inside of her again.
Ciero whined. She wrapped her hand around her cock, jerking herself off.
"Mhm-hhmmm-hmph-!" She whined, rocking her hips against him.
Patrick grasped the headboard tightly. It banged against the wall loudly as his hips pistoned in and out.
"Mhhh, fuck… Fuck, baby-!" Patrick grunted.
She tugged on his curls. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close.
"Patrick-!" She squealed, lips parted beautifully for him. 
"Y'gonna pull my hair out, corazon," Patrick joked. 
Ciero only moaned in response, losing himself to his pleasure.
Patrick smirked, fucking him faster.
"¿Esta la verga es grande?" Patrick groaned, bucking his hips wildly.
Ciero could barely think; all he could do was feel.
Feel Patrick's cock pump in and out.
Feel his body trembling.
Feel his orgasm approaching.
Feel…
"Cum for me, mami-!" Patrick hissed.
Feel…
"A-ah-!" Ciero squealed.
She came loudly, squirting cum all over her abdomen. Her body trembled, thighs gripping tighter around Patrick's waist.
Patrick grunted, throwing his head back in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck-! Mhhh-m-hmph-! Baby…"
He groaned, biting his bottom lip.
"'Ro, fuck…"
His hips rocked faster and faster, making him chase his release.
"Who makes you feel this good, mami?"
"You, Patrick-!" Ciero whined.
Patrick nodded, kissing her neck.
"That's fucking right, baby-!" He growled. "Me-! I fuck you this good-! Me-! And not some fucking sweater-!"
He rasped, glaring over at the sweater for good measure.
Ciero whined, throwing her head back into the pillows.
"Good… so good f'me… squeezing me like a fuckin' vice-!" 
His voice cracked a little, squeaking as Ciero's walls clamped around him.
"Fuck…" he whined, feeling his own release creep closer.
His hips sped up.
Faster…
Faster…
Faster…
"Mhhh-m-hmph-!" He groaned. "Fuck, 'Ro… fuuuck-!"
Finally, his hips stilled.
And he came, shooting his load deep inside of Ciero's tight ass.
"Ah-ah-ah-aaahh-!" 
Patrick threw his head back, collapsing on top of Ciero with a gentle thud.
Ciero giggled, struggling under the weight of his boyfriend.
"Pat-!" He squealed, 
"Whaat?" Patrick chuckled, panting.
"Get off of me-! You're too heavy-!"
Patrick rolled onto his side.
"Happy?" He asked, facing Ciero.
Ciero nodded.
"Very."
"Bet you my sweater didn't make you cum like that," he joked, nuzzling into Ciero.
Ciero giggled.
"I still can't believe you got jealous over that."
"Hey, what do you expect, mami?" He teased, rocking his hips again.
Ciero whined.
"You're my boyfriend." His voice was possessive. "And only I get to make you cum like a slut."
Ciero laughed gently.
"You're a dork, Pat-!"
Patrick rolled his eyes, still balls-deep inside of Ciero.
"Yeah, but I'm your dork."
He began to pepper kisses up and down her neck.
"...or do I have to remind you of that?" He teased. "...again?"
Ciero rolled his eyes, wrapping her arms around Patrick's neck. Her lips met his in a gentle kiss.
Patrick started to thrust in and out of her again-!
He started setting a steady rhythm for them-!
When…
The door handle wiggled, and the pair looked up.
Ciero's roommate came home early.
"Hey, Ciero-oooh-! Holy fuck-!"
…shit.
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lumitris · 1 year
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Childe is very back and forth when it comes to what he likes so sometimes it's completely dependent on the other person and how he is feeling but here goes!
Outside of intimacy, Childe is not a possessive person; he's actually pretty chill, but god when you're under him, and moaning out his name, if you're completely unravelled before him, he can get entirely lost in that moment, and then he is insanely possessive, if just in that moment. Tell him he's the only one allowed to see you like this, the only one who can make you feel this good, to be completely undone by him and him alone. And he will make you say it. He can get feral boy energy sometimes, and it's so dependent on WHO it is, but yeah sometimes he BE THIS WAY.
Otherwise, Childe is actually super soft, and he really enjoys the vanilla shit, that's his vibe. He wants to shower you in kisses, and draw things out very, very slowly, he wants to make the moment last forever, and will take his damn time, which sorry for those who are already wet / begging for it, he will touch and kiss and play with every part of your body before he's even taken his pants off.
On a more of a little bastard note, he does deny his partner's orgasm, he will 100% abruptly stop just to see how you unfold before him, and he does take a lot of pleasure in that. You moan out 'D-Don't- .. Stop-' and he will stop like oh? You want me to stop? c: then you're in a battle with him until you say exactly what you want him to do, which ties into that first point a bit ehe. He wants you to be vocal with him, and tell him you want him, and he will draw that out for as long as possible.
Childe rarely has flings, he might have moments, but rarely does he want to engage with anyone he doesn't have some kind of connection with. He might be a bit cheeky with it sometimes, but ultimately, he needs a spark of interest that does much deeper and beyond simple attraction. He's also a bit of a sap if you get serious with him. Sometimes you just get ajax, who doesn't have to think about his Harbinger status for a second, and can get lost in that fact, thinking of a happy little life, introducing you to his family, etc. then, of course, when that moment breaks, he knows where his duty truly lies, even if that's what he might have wanted, his lust for battle and his ultimate goals overweight any other desire.
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ghostt0wns · 11 months
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The church in Huntsville was quaint, but she found herself there on Sunday mornings the past few weeks regardless. One might assume it was a lasting habit from the outside, but Roxy had never really been a churchgoer herself. No, she kept coming back each week because she was intrigued by the priest. You know the one who looked like he stepped out of a wet dream. It wasn't just that they were good looking, but something about their voice was downright sinful. It certainly made attending services worth getting up in the morning.
So it was with this knowledge in hand that Roxanne found herself in the confession booth, in order to try and seduce the hot priest. After all, what better small town entertainment was there? "Forgive me father, for I have sinned..." She began, letting her voice be wistful. She knew full well there was only one person who could be on the other side of the booth, in fact she was counting on it. "I feel as of late that the sin of lust has taken control of me. It strikes me even here in the church. I find myself distracted any time I'm on my knees for prayer by thoughts of taking that position in front of Father Capone and showing him the true meaning of worship." Roxanne let the want creep into her voice. "Is there anything to be done?" The coy innocence still hung in the air, as if she didn't know full well what she was doing.
@containatrocity
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banisheddie-moved · 2 years
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eddie: is the kindest and sweetest person ( as long as you are to them )
also eddie: i want to carve my name into you and lick up the blood. i want to chokefuck you until you cry. i want to leave marks behind so everyone knows who’s fucking you
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banisheddie · 2 years
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alright. i’m about to say it
eddie deserves to be pegged
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petrifiedcrange · 2 years
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I've only had these characters for a handful of days and suddenly I'm thinking about Stede having sensitive thighs and Ed's beard and scruff and I'm just...
I've no idea if it's me or Stede or Spiceday or this brilliant little gay pirate show doing something to me but I'll just leave it here and go surf through ofmd tags.
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galaxsims · 2 years
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cityshope · 2 years
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[ HEAT ]:      while in the middle of a make-out session, sender pushes the receiver up against the wall, unwittingly heating things up even more.
𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 .
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🕷 ⸻ here they are again , hidden away in the shadows of an oscorp maintenance closet -- pressed between the door & perfect curves flush to his . cliche though it may be , peter thinks he could get used to this . . . tongue grazing her teeth , polished pink nails scraping his scalp & the electric thrill of being caught just outside . he hums into the heat of her mouth on his & a wandering hand falls to gwen's thigh -- the other follows suit -- to lift her up & around his waist .
❝ 'm startin' t' think ya' like this sorta' thing , sweetheart , ❞ he muses , teeth tugging at her lower lip . mischievous fingers slip beneath fabric of her skirt , quite thankful for her taste in fashion & its convenience , giving a squeeze . he rather enjoys the gasp she elicits , smirking to himself . ❝ anybody could walk in here -- any time . even harry . i bet that turns you on , doesn't it ? ❞ he'll support her lower back while thumb draws circles on her thigh clad in nylon & plant slow , heated kisses along her jaw . ❝ ya' think you could keep quiet 'f i got you off in here , hm ? ❞
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meganzfoxy · 10 months
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meganfox: don't mind me just missing cannes already !!
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kalissimsblog · 2 years
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Charles, after finding Mira's "naughty stash": She's not into these things.
Jaeson: It’ll do you no good if you keep assuming things about her.
Charles: Trust me, she’s not. I know how this is going to end if I say yes.
Jaeson: La petite mort?
Charles: With Mira forcing herself to do something she absolutely doesn’t want. She’s a people pleaser, Jace. I don’t want to do that to her.
Jaeson: It sounds like you’re objecting on Mira's behalf.
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seawaveleo · 10 months
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lovin the dichotomy here
anyway tumblr número 1 campeão do mundo staff stop changing the mobile layout and get rid of tumblr live
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banisheddie-moved · 2 years
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here i am. enjoying my high. when suddenly…….eddie wants his dick sucked
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mcntgcmerydcre · 9 months
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what is your biggest turn on?
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begging and being called daddy.
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