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ngl i wanna do a love island au i think that would be so cute

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writing fanfic abt white supremacists in the big 2025? smh.

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carmen berzatto + art donaldson + me

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thinking of van who packs... 18+ only.

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first of all. BUTCH VAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! butch bulge.

van who dresses up in suits when she takes you out for dinner and wears her best packer/strap underneath. not even to fuck in the car after or when you guys get home, but because she loves packing. she fucking loves the bulge and feels good when she looks in the mirror while fixing up in the bathroom, smiling at the imprint of her packer and adjusting it before walking back out to you.

van who prefers actual packers to straps. just something about it gets her going. she was always fascinated by them.

van who always groans and moans and whines when you deepthroat her packer like she can actually feel it. van who tells you she's glad she doesn't have a real cock because she'd be drenching your face in her cum 3 seconds in to you blowing her.

van who loves realistic straps :) honestly, i can see her loving both realistic and those weird ones, like pink monster straps 😭 but she loves one that match her skin color and loves sending you pictures of her stroking her strap in bed. van who gets an ejaculating strap and sends you a video of her playing with her 'cum' on her stomach...

van who is always rubbing her bulge against you in public. van who loves when you grope her in public. van who loves readjusting her packer so it looks like she has a boner after said groping.

frotting with van but using your straps :)

dry humping with van but she's in her boxers, her strap bulge rutting into your clothed ass.

you know what? ball worship with the packer. kissing and sucking the packer's balls while jerking van off, her hips going crazy as she throws her head back and tells you how good you're doing.

van with a clit piercing + strap. gently bobbing your head up and down on her strap, knowing you're hitting her sensitive clit. god. pulling the harness off her and just seeing the amount of slick clinging to it....

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ending of anora (2024) but pretty when you cry by lana del rey is playing in the background

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dilf!art can't fall asleep without having skin-to-skin contact with you 🫂 that’s the reason why he always sleeps naked. he’s really trying to get rid of this habit, but last time he went to sleep wearing this expensive and really soft pajamas that you’d bought him, he ended up taking the shirt off in the middle of the night, throwing it on the floor, because it’s too stuffy in the bedroom, he can’t move freely, and well… he can’t fully feel your silky skin against his chest.

honestly it’s really sweet, because he loves you so much that he’s all over you even when he’s asleep. his hand is under your shirt, flat on your stomach when he’s pulling you closer to him, or on your lower back, under the waistband of your shorts. his nose is literally buried in your hair, so sometimes you’re not sure if he’s even able to breathe. but he’s okay with the scent of your shampoo and perfume being his oxygen.

when for any reason you’re not with him (when either of you is away for work for example) he sleeps with your pillow in his tight embrace, inhaling the scent of you on the pillowcase. he’s also carrying a travel size of your perfume in his suitcase when you can’t make it to a business trip with him.

and in the morning? he’s a sight to behold. no wonder you’re waking up first every day, only to catch the sight of him sleeping in nothing but his briefs. i mean, of course you don’t want to miss the view of him sprawling on the mattress in the early morning sunlight, almost glowing like a porcelain figurine. it’s not a problem for him to wake up early, when he wakes up from the feeling of your lips on his chest, or behind his ear, whispering something sweet to him. he’s so smiley and sleepy, that sometimes you just end up tickling him to hear this extremely attractive hoarse laugh </3 and then kissing his chest and stomach again </3

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procrastinating thinking about… master manipulator!art… master manipulator!art who’s not technically your sugar daddy he just acts like one but he’s just your older bf… walk with me.

he finds some unstable college girl and makes it his life’s mission to fix her — to his standards, of course. letting you stay in his all too lavish apartment for nights on end because you just can’t stand to stay on campus, buying you little designer trinkets as “incentive” to keep pushing in your classes. the latest was a miu miu wallet and it was just for writing a paper — a three page paper. double spaced. he’s done a pretty good job of getting you pathetically dependent on his approval, his love, his praise. he’s still got plenty of work to do, though.

he sits you on his lap and strokes your hair while you whine and whine about going to a small college, about how you wish you didn’t have to go at all. “how about…” god, you always know when he’s about to tell you what to do, a command thinly veiled by the tone of suggestion. “applying to transfer to nyu? it’s so much closer to me, angel. then you don’t have to worry about taking like, 50 fucking trains every morning, and i don’t have to worry about if you’re okay or not”. he smiles, pulling your leg so your straddling his thigh.

“i’m a big girl, art”

“barely” the last thing he needs is you pulling this conversation away from his objective, especially over the obvious fact that you’re old enough to ride the train by yourself. “you can’t just not go to school”

“why not?”

“because” his hand comes to hold your face, his palm swallowing up the bottom of your jaw, his fingertips pressing into your cheeks. “you need an education, even if you stay up in this apartment for the rest of your life. i won’t be around to buy you shit forever”

“oh, so you’re breaking up with me”

he can’t help but laugh at you. always so dramatic and whiny about every fucking thing he says. “c’mon, tell me you’ll apply” he’s practically cooing at you, squishing your cheeks just enough to make it a little harder for you to talk. you take the hint, just resigning to nodding your head. you’re so easy for him. “and if you get in?”

“i’ll go” you whisper through squished lips, the space between your eyebrows all crinkled up from slight annoyance. “that’s my girl” he praises, kissing your pouted lips. “whatcha gonna study? gonna be a teacher? spend all your summers with me?” he’s right back to not letting you get a word in, shoving idea after idea into that pretty little head, getting you all excited over empty promises. “where’re we gonna go, huh? venice? rhodes? where, baby? you pick, we’re there”

jesus, if he’s living this far above his pay grade, it looks like you are gonna need that education.

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carmy and his girl having a sourdough starter tg <3

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carmy who sort of has a thing for that kinda casual soft dominance in your guys’ everyday life. when you guys are out together in a crowded train car or busy street how he’s behind you with a hand on your back or hands on your waist directing you where to go or when to stop. he lights your cigarettes for you even when you already have your lighter out ready to go. when he insists on getting things for you or opening jars because he doesn’t want you to worry your pretty little head about anything. he’s the type of guy where when you’re at a bar with friends, he’s behind you at the pool table, a hand over yours and his breath hot on your ear as he helps you shoot the cue ball.

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im sick, i am in love w him.

imagine reader getting a tiny teddy bear tramp stamp for Carmy and her shirt rides up and he sees it and can’t stop thinking about it till they get home and he’s immediately dragging her to the bedroom

you gasp once you face the counter, bracing your hands onto the edge as carmen aligns your ass to his hips. he turned you around so fast you’re almost dizzy from the motion. it’s uncharacteristic for your man to be this rough seemingly out of nowhere. cool air hits your skin as he drags your shirt up, his thumbs soothing the exposed portion visible to him with grazes of his thumbs. circular motions back and forth to the middle of the small of your back. hovering and reverent. it occurs to you right then what he’s found and why he’s suddenly so feral.

“when?” he asks, his tone eerily calm.

“… when what?”

“cut the shit,” he replies sharply. his thumbs press deeper into your skin.

“when d’you get it?”

“… weeks ago.”

“… the fuckin’ girls trip,” he scoffs, the realization knocking him upside the head as he stares down and admires the permanence.

you went out to vegas for a friend’s birthday. he had his worries, but he’s not toxic enough to restrain you from having fun. he may not trust other men around you, but he trusts you. and what have you done with this trust? you didn’t tell him. you’ve walked around your apartment like nothing, like you didn’t engrave him into your skin. like you didn’t subtly mark your body and call it bear’s. he couldn’t believe it when he told you to grab the casserole out of nat’s oven, your shirt lifting enough for his eyes to catch it, the tiny teddy bear greeting him in a flash. it’s all he could think about through dinner and the drive home.

“it had to heal,” you defend. had you said anything sooner, this would’ve happened earlier. much earlier. you know him far too well.

“would’ve been careful,” he scolds. he has half a mind to drag your pants down this second.

“we all got one,” you try again, turning to look at him over your shoulder. his face holds an overlay of a rosy tone, his mouth slightly slackened the more he stares down at the stamp, only flickering his gaze to you for a moment before looking back at it.

“yeah? same place?”

no. not the same places. you and your girls all got tattoos, but definitely not in the same spots. this was for carmen alone. for him to obsess over like he’s doing now. something cutesy and yet so sensual from where it lies on your back, something he can see anytime he wants to position himself from behind. it’s telling how much of a fan he is of missionary and you riding him if he missed it for this long.

your silence tells him everything. he sucks in a heavy breath before he steps back, no longer warming your ass and thighs. he grabs your upper arm to straighten you out and then his footsteps are quick across the floor. you almost stumble keeping up with him on the way to the obvious destination.

it’s not too bad… backshots for a week is not a punishment, but you won’t dare tell carmen that.

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no matter what your most embarrassing moment in life is, at least it’s not having fucking chat gpt write fanfic for you bc you’re too lazy to do it yourself

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she is going to be SO unhinged and crazy this season i cannot wait

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young girl asshole fucked videos

wrong account!

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So like hi, I know this is out of left field but I wanted to know more about Latino culture because I want to learn and branch out with writing a black latino character and ect. I've watched videos about the culture, researched how black culture and latino culture intersect and what differences there are. And honestly I wanted to speak with other latino writers who participate in fandom to find out what you all like to read in a fic or what you find rude or silly ect.

this is crazy. smh.

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ok in 2025, i have returned.

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should i rebrand this acc?