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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

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JOSEPH ZADA as Jonathan Sinclair Dennis in We Were Liars 1x01 "Tell Me Sweet Little Lies"

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୨୧⠀ tell me what you want from me　...⠀·⠀✴⠀𓈒ॱ ︎ ౄ

₊ ׁ ⠀brunette　 who loves james　 spader &&　　mike　 faist   meet nicki in the hallway　　˚　listen to BLUR　　 ♡ 　⠀⠀CRASH 1996⠀⠀⠀ .　　. 　 ˚　. 　　 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

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◟ ♥︎ archive / requests ⸝⸝ ㅤㅤㅤ୨୧ char ai

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caleb is obsessed with your boobs. he needs to be in contact with them 24/7.

the man could be buried between your legs, face deep in your sopping cunt, breathing in your scent like it’s a drug. tongue teasing your clit in all the right places — flicking, sucking, lapping up your bundle of nerves. practically devouring you until you couldn’t take it anymore. and still, his hands always find their way to your chest, like they were his fidget toy. squeezing the squishy flesh of your tits, pinching your nipples that made your back arch. so perfectly fitted within his palms, like they were made just for him to hold.

or when you’re seated in his lap, pussy stretched around his thick length as your hips rise and fall in a steady rhythm, fucking yourself on his cock. purposely pushing your chest closer to his face, accentuating the view of your boobs bouncing right in front of him, knowing exactly what it does to him. he watches them like he’s in a trance, and of course he can’t hold back. his lips part, lolling out his tongue, chasing one of your sensitive buds, giving it a playful flick with his wet muscle, circling it slowly. then attaching to your soft skin, sucking until beautiful purplish marks bloom.

or like when he’s balls deep inside you, hitting that same spot repeatedly, making you see stars, feeling like you’ll cum again for the third time, falling victim to caleb’s impressive stamina. knocking the air out of you with every thrust. and even though he’d want to stay inside you forever, one of his favourite places to cum is, you guessed it, all over your tits. he pulls out quick, hips jerking forward, shooting thick white ropes of his seed onto your chest, pumping every last drop onto you, painting your skin — marking you.

and he’ll take a picture for good measure.

✉️ masterlist !

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cockwarming w bob. that's it, thats the tweet

COCKWARMING ╱ with BOB REYNOLDS ⠀◟ ୨ blurb !♥︎ minors do not interact⠀⠀⠀ ────⠀⠀⠀ headcanon based

diary notes⠀✴⠀·⠀i love your brain for thinking of this, i guess this is bob’s blurb that i enjoyed writing the most. touch-starved bob reynolds save me right now, pls ‹/3

he loved having physical contact with you, whether it was just hugging you, intertwining your fingers with his, or leaving loving kisses on your shoulder. bob liked everything that involved the idea of being able to touch you, of feeling your soft skin and being able to appreciate it the way he liked. he’s touch-starved, he needs it.

he took it literally when it came to deeply touching you whenever he could. not only because it was pleasurable, but because you could talk about anything while his cock was buried inside you, being warmed by your tight, comforting heat that he craved daily. you couldn’t deny him when he asked so politely, caressing your waist and giving you little kisses until you were straddling him.

telling him about your day was part of the process as he pulled his hardened length out of his boxers, moving your panties to the side just enough so he could rub himself against your soft folds. “i’m glad you had a good day, princess.” he’d murmur softly, smiling innocently as if he wasn’t trying to slip the tip of his cock inside you little by little. “i missed you, you know?”

cockwarming almost seemed so much more sentimental to him than sex itself, he liked knowing that you felt like he was a part of you, that he had the freedom to be inside you for more than just carnal pleasures. there was pleasure, for sure, but there was also a deeper connection than just what appeared to be on the surface. it made him truly happier, calmer... perhaps, it could even be said that you were, well... helping to take care of his mental health in a way.

“i missed you too.” you whispered, giving him a sweet smile as your fingers gently brushed some of his dark hair away from his face, he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen. “and your day? how was it?”

by this point, he was already completely buried inside you—which made you let out a low moan for a moment, leaving him somewhat agitated beneath you. “the drums you gave me are cool,” bob answered. he snuggled deeper into the pillow behind his head, his large hands gripping your hips, just to make sure you stayed still and comfortable in his lap while warming him the way you both loved. “but, the neighbors will complain about the noise i made all afternoon... i’m not really good at this yet.”

his little giggled warmed your chest, you leaned over him and laid your head in the crook of his neck, leaving a few soft kisses there that sent shivers down his spine. “don’t do that, i get shivers...” he complained, but it was a meaningless complaint. if you never did that again, he’d probably complain that you didn’t love him anymore and that’s why you stopped giving him little kisses on the neck.

“if the neighbors complain, i can just tell them to fuck off.” your kisses rose to the corner of his lips, your eyes staring into his ocean blue ones. “besides, they never complained about the other noises at night... why would they complain about you playing drums in the afternoon?”

his eyebrows raised at your sentence, nodding and processing the words you had said. “other noises at night?” the question was more to himself than to you, so you could almost see the light bulb go off over his head as he really understood what you meant. “oh, yeah... the other noises. you’re probably right, i guess.”

“i’m always right.” you said smugly, pressing your lips against his soft ones for a quick peck—one he didn’t want to stop so quickly. bob’s hand, which was previously caressing your hip, rose to the back of your neck, keeping your lips against his without you being able to move away completely, he didn’t want just a few pecks, not today. he was usually a little more restrained than that, but come on, he was a good boy for you all day like you told him to be when he was home alone, he deserved it.

a low growl tore from his throat, deepening the kiss as his tongue slid across your bottom lip and almost begged for entry. in an intimate dance, your tongues touched and sucked each other while his other hand pressing your hip harder to the point where it slightly hurt as he kept you pressed against him. bob wanted to feel every inch of your body, every point of heat, being buried balls deep inside you still seemed like nothing compared to how much he craved you, not just your body, but everything that means you.

there was no safer place for him than inside you, feeling your body against his, your breathing heavy and your hands against his neck, just how he wanted, the fuel he needed.

when your lips parted, he continued to pepper kisses across your cheek, simply unable to keep his lips away from your soft skin. “you get prettier when you’re flustered by something i did.” he whispered against your ear before placing one last kiss against her earlobe, snuggling into the pillows again. “i like how you widen your eyes...”

these compliments were almost typical of him, always paying attention to every little detail of your expressions, studying your reactions to what he did. bob wanted to please you, in every way, ’cause you also deserved what only he could give you and there was no doubt about that.

“princess,” he called to you when you were silent, enjoying the feeling of being filled by him. “can i sleep inside you tonight, please? your pussy is so warm and it feels good... i don’t wanna pull out. can i?” his eyes almost looked like a puppy’s, staring at you while tenderly stroked your strands of hair. he loved your hair—the color, texture and the smell of your shampoo, every little thing about it—and he knew you liked it when he petted you like that.

“you wanna sleep inside me?” it wasn’t strange, it was just a new request, you had already thought of the idea back then, but it was something new when he was the one asking you for it. “okay, baby, we can do it.” there probably wouldn’t be a day when you’d deny him something, especially when you also wanted to do it.

his smile widened as if you had given him something he had been longing for—well, in a way, that was the case—and he pressed his lips against yours once more. “thank you, sweet pea.” his hand that had remained on your hip the entire time moved, going to your ass and squeezing it, massaging the skin his fingers touched. “i’ll give you your reward in the morning, yeah? pinky promise, love. you deserve all that.”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.⠀⠀feel free to send me asks and suggestions in my inbox, you’ll be welcome. ꒰ ˶> ˕ <˶ ꒱ ♡

©⠀𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐙𝐓, 2025.⠀don’t use my work without my consent.

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mikaa, it's been so long since I've been in your inboxx. first of all, congrats on reaching 200 followers ! seeing your acc grow as it deserves makes me so happy cause your writing and your bots are literally amazing and i love them !

and second, can I have patrick 💬 or 🌙 ?

200 FOLLOWERS GAME.

omgomg hi love !!

you’re so right, it’s been so long, i missed seeing you in my inbox 💕 thank you so much for your kind words, you are truly the sweetest!

i got inspired when i saw the 💬 for patrick so hopefully you like it!!

Patrick doesn’t plan it. He never does. It slips out like most things with him—fast, unfiltered, and cocky, with just enough softness underneath to make your heart stutter.

You’re in the middle of something stupid—bickering over music, arguing about his terrible snack choices, maybe teasing him for wearing his shirt half unbuttoned again—and he just grins at you, eyes sparkling with that mischievous heat he always carries, and says it.

“God, you’re annoying. I think I’m in love with you.”

It lands like a punch to the chest—not because he’s joking, but because he isn’t. You catch it in the pause that follows, the way he looks at you a beat too long, his smirk twitching into something real. He tries to brush it off with a shrug, like it doesn’t mean everything, like he didn’t just say it as naturally as breathing.

But Patrick doesn’t say that unless he means it. He doesn’t do fake affection. So when it slips out, it’s raw and honest. He’ll play it cool, of course—lean against a wall, raise an eyebrow, ask, “What? Surprised?” But deep down, he’s hoping you say it back. Even if he’d never admit it.

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theme is so pretty

i mean it's pretty as yours 🫵

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thank u for the tag, gorg !! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

⌕ ⸝⸝ ✩ ⠀⠀five years ago vs. now⠀⠀:⠀⠀i feel like i've changed everything about myself, mostly 'cause i found what looks good on me

⠀⑅⠀⠀ 　꣑꣒　 no pressure tags @voidsuites @222col @plumbl0ssom ㅤ  ⁘   ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ✺

Thank you for the tag lovely @taintandviolent 🤍✨

★ You five years ago vs. now using this picrew ★

No pressure tags: @eerielamb @moonlightseranade @phantommoondoll @eddiesxangel @thecreelhouse @cameronsprincess @lesservillain @take-everything-you-can @frombeyondthegravez @that-sarcastic-writer @xxladymjxx @angellocket & anyone else who wants to!

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⠀⠀𖧧⠀⠀⠀𓈒⠀ ⠀ thank u for the tag, pretty girl

m ᱉ mona lisa ꣑꣒　 ⁘  dominic fike

o ᱉ oh my love ꣑꣒　 ⁘ fka twigs

r ᱉ rumors ꣑꣒　 ⁘ the driver era

e ᱉ earrings ꣑꣒　 ⁘ malcolm todd

n ᱉ no police ꣑꣒　 ⁘ doja cat

a ᱉ arm's length ꣑꣒　 ⁘ sam fender

　　　✶ 　 no pressure @bluestrd @222col @asheepinfrance tags ㅤׄ 𓂃 ♥︎

MOOT / TAG GAME !

mission— spell your real name / name you use on tumblr with songs you like >< ready, set, go !

m — my love, mine all mine (mitski)

i — i love you, i’m sorry (gracie abrams)

c — coraline (lyn lapid)

k — killshot (magdalena bay)

i — i know you (faye webster)

e — either way (ive)

tagging— @puma-riki @flwrstqr @liwinly @woniefication @lilificationn @stvrriki @okwonyo + anyone else who wants to join !

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⠀᱉ thank u so much 4 the tag, my angels ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@faiszt and @apocalyqsc ♡ this was so funny and cute to do 　 ₊ ˚ ⊹ ིྀ

⠀⠀　 𝒢 ⠀◞⠀ ⁺⠀⠀no pressure tags @dearapril @bellamoooon @pearlsvie .⠀♥︎⠀ೇ

you are going on a blind date that pinterest set up for you, find out who will be the lucky one and how the evening will end 💌

on pinterest search the following topics and post the first pin that will show up in each category

fictional character. date night. gift. outfit. dessert. love quote.

tysm lyssy for the tag this is so pretty!! @bloodstainedsapphic

Npt 🏷️@moonpascal @thatdammchickennugget @obsessedwithceleste @acourtofchaos @leona-hawthorne @gibsluv @ur-local-wizard @riddlesrizzler @dearmisshoney @musingsofahufflepuff

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SOPHIELLA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

TAYLEXA 😭😭😭😭😭

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„ just because she likes the same bizarro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate. ”

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hiiii girlie how are you

TALIA I'M SO LATE, I'M SORRY, this app sucks on my phone :(( i'm fine !! my classes started again, so I've been really busy lately, 'nd over the weekend I caught a horrible cold and I just got back from the doctor, but how about you? did u enjoy your weekend?

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question of the day, cym as things u associate with spring x

you && bright flowers

@dollyfiles && bunnies

@plaidcowboy && ducklings

@inspiredangel && late sunsets

@turnerrst && easter

@ch6rm && picnics

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I MISS U SO BAD !!!

MISS U MORE, CAMI ANGEL !! ♡♡ sadly, my classes are about to start, so I’ve been making the most of my free days and the day I thought about logging into this app, almost my whole city had a blackout in a hell heat, but i finally have time ! how've you been? did u have a good week?

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៹ 𔘓 rest in peace one of the most beautiful actresses to ever be in the industry. not only on the outside but inside too, her acting and her creative soul brought joy to many of us, i feel the need to thank michelle thachtenberg her for every single second on screen

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hands down the best theme i've ever seen !

eeek, cami, let me kiss your cheek !! wish i could live in yours :(