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twinkinspector · 1 year
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when he’s hitting it from the back and you tell him he’s too deep so he tips you forward and mounts you to get even deeper
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klarsynt-arc · 4 years
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@sugarot as promised
         his favorite mornings are ones like this. when he wakes slowly and comfortably to the warmth of his wife beside him. he doesn’t think he will ever fully get accustomed to it and in truth he never wants to. he never wants to take any of this for granted. emil shifts from where he lays, arm snaking around bella’s waist as he pulls her closer to him. dead dips down to press a kiss to her shoulder before he lazily travels his over her neck. emi’s hand moves under the covers to brush along her skin, fingers grazing over her hips and thighs, then moves between them to slowly rub at her. he doesn’t need to watch her expression to know she’s more awake than she lets on. 
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samenkomen · 4 years
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@sugarot said:
🗣️ richard
Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine
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hellfiredawn · 5 years
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“I am certain you must hear this all the time --- but you are beautiful.”      Silky smooth tone is matched with one of his signature, charming smiles. Hand leans onto the top of the bar, as he very openly gives her a once over. The bartender has already prepared him a drink, one of the many perks to being the owner, and he raises a brow toward her.     “With such beauty, you must surely make the Gods themselves weep. Bellus, you simply must let me offer you a drink. Champagne, perhaps?”        /       ( @sugarot ♥’d. )
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multahomines · 6 years
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“ sallie. ”  he’s  quiet  --  contemplative.  no  more  than  usual,  but  his  voice  is  low,  his  touch  careful  and  slow.  something  might  be  different  --  or  it  might  be  something  that  will  pass  with  time.  like  grief,  or  the  sorrow  that  itches  and  crawls  under  his  skin.  “ it’s  late.  you  should  rest. ”  he  says,  from  the  edge  of  the  bed,  obscured  in  shadow.
        @sugarot  the pain matches the splotches on the wall, reddened--
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escapemethods · 6 years
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   he’s offering her a cigarette,  lighting a worn metal lighter simultaneously.  hasn’t seen her around here before, and forgive him for being curious about the new face in this old, old boys club.  “it feels rude not to offer while we’re both standing out here.” / @sugarot
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brutlista · 5 years
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     𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐃 in the last few minutes , with his chin plunked comfortably in his hand , poking and squishing the cherubic plump of his daughter’s chubby face . she hardly seems bothered by the inspection , far more invested in gumming on her toys and observing the world around her . he’s apparently bound to test how long that patience can withstand the level of adoration her father’s willing to bug her with .     “     babies are so cool .     “ 
@sugarot // sc
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sovietarchive-blog · 6 years
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          illya releases a  LONG  breath in response ;  it’s not that he’s surprised, simply  ...  long-suffering, perhaps.   ❛   sallie, you know perfectly well that I do not dance.   ❜        //        @sugarot.  sc.
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fdsfdsfsdfs · 6 years
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                                       EYES  widen  with  the  faintest  hint  of  amusement,  and  that  mouth  of  his  ALMOST  pulls  upwards  into  a  smirk.  Right  brow  rising  as  he  attempts  to  keep  composure,  and  a  hand  goes  to  rest  upon  lips  as  he  deeply  inhales  —  LISTENING  to  the  rest  of  her  story  as  he  then  nods,  as  if  that’s  enough  to  get  across  that  he’s  listening.  Finally  as  she  comes  to  a  stop  mouth  drops  into  an  ‘O’  as  it’s  quickly  pulled  upwards  into  a  small  smile,  ❛❛  I  COULD  DIE  FOR  YOU  ?           Nah  you’re  shittin’  me  they  didn’t  REALLY  say  that  did  they  ?  FUCK  that’s  some  deep  ass  shit.  Eyes  squint  ever  so,  he’s  for  the  moment  incredulous  then  again  ?  Who  the  hell  would  make  up  THIS  sort  of  story.  ❛❛  Jesus  that’s    HEAVY    what  did  you  say,  hope  you  ran  for  the  hills.  ❜❜  
                  .::  STARTER CALL / @sugarot : ‘i could die for you’ red hot chili peppers 
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sythegun-aa-blog · 6 years
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                           ❛❛  I’ve  no  idea  on  what  ground  I  was  founded.  ❜❜  Words  no  longer  seem  to  have  quite  the  emotion  they  would’ve  had  two  years  prior.  They  fall  flat,  as  if  he  was  quoting  some  fact,  and  not  talking  about  the  things  that  shape  us,  mold  us  into  the  kind  of  person  we  become.    LOST    the  fundamental  things  he  once  held  close  to  heart,  the  principles  his  father  had  installed  in  him.  They’ve  long  ago  fallen  to  the  wayside  as  he  tries  to  map  out  just  where  that  soul  of  his  is  going. 
                                        starter call / @sugarot : hozier ‘shrike’ 
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burnshort · 6 years
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         “She called her Daisy.” a reflective pause. in the past, his lips might have trembled. “She always did like that name.”
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twinkinspector · 1 year
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slotting suga’s cock between your drooling pussy lips and humping and grinding to get friction on your clit until he finally chuckles
“aw, baby, you want me that bad?”
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klarsynt-arc · 4 years
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he smells like home.
what do you think my muse smells like? ||  @sugarot
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okay well now we’re both soft
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englacial · 6 years
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                         “Adjust your stance, don’t be so stiff. When you’re shooting it’s not as clunky as your brain thinks it is, you want to be fluid with it.”
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>>     @sugarot  /  starter call
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psyclownsis · 6 years
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“so apparently starbucks quit makin’ their summer sweet teas? an’ now they’re sellin’ the unsweetened versions? because they wanna be, like, more healthy? which is all well an’ good, except, hello, they’re still sellin’ caffeinated drinks out the wazoo.” she hands sallie her drink and then takes a long pull on her own straw, apparently deathly parched from the effort of saying four sentences. “hypocrites. every last one of ‘em. those baristas are lucky i know the kinda crap they gotta put up with, or i’d’a robbed ‘em f’r every pastry in the place.”
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sovietarchive-blog · 6 years
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          ❛   no need for  THAT,  sallie.  I want to make this about you.   ❜       //       @sugarot.  suggestive starters.
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