I am gonna yell at jimmy Fallon for trying to add horns to Må
I am gonna yell at jimmy Fallon for trying to add horns to Må
how has your health been? 😰😥
I’m home now! It’s been a rough 3 days. I had some sort of bonus anaphylactic shock
Finally the uncensored version, so I can see vic’s nipples and be horny. I’m thinking many thoughts🤤🤭😳
Now show us the other photo uncensored
like i know it’s just a nipple, but at the same time….. 👅👅👅👅👅👅👅 literally never wanted to lick someone’s nipple this bad dnnssksk
also god the other photo uncensored would actually send me into cardiac arrest. ethan’s dick AND vic’s pussy???? i would explode
Who wants a Thomas Blurb ?
At this point in my life it’s just one wack ass medical issue after another
Having to miss job training because half my body went numb is certainly the weirdest excuse I’ve ever told the truth about
doing mandatory french is stupid, annoying and time consuming the teacher sucks :(
anyway, leaving this for when u awake (or when u see)
i am so in love with flustered damiano i just
imagine telling him that hes amazing / the best thing to happen to you and hes just like
how was french babe? (good morning 😬)
yep, he’s that cat, tears and happiness and holding hands for breakfast
I mini shifted last night and my first experience in my DR was my comfort character snoring
About Damiano and his shoulder injury ask, imagine waking up bc you hear some cursing and the bed is shaking, and you quickly realize it's your dumbass of a boyfriend who's making all this mess. "Are you jerking off? It's 4 am Damiii!" you groan and turn around. "Sorry amore, I didn't mean to wake u up, I just couldn't sleep and I thought it'll help but my hand is busted, and I can't do it properly with my left hand bc it doesn't feels as good and now I can't sleep and I'm stuck with a stupid boner that won't go away!" he says all frustrated and you can't help but laugh at him. " Awww my poor baby" you mock him but then in all seriousness you move and sit between his legs "let me take care of this" so you start stroking him slowly and squeezing at the top and you watch him as his eyes roll in the back of his head and you can't help yourself but get a little turned on by his soft moans so you shove your other hand in you panties and start playing with yourself at the same time. His eyes go wide as he's watching you pleasure yourself and he stars bucking up at your hand and you pick up the pace on both of you so soon you're both a whimpering mess "fuck baby I'm close" he breaths and you nod bc you can't even speak and you both cum almost at the same time. Then you lean down on him and lick his belly clean from his seed and he has the sleepiest most adorable look on his face. "Better?" you ask as he nods and grabs you neck to bring you closer to kiss you. "Thank you amore mio" "Now go to sleep, cause if you wake me up again I'm not gonna be as nice" you warm him as you snuggle up on his chest carefull of his busted shoulder.
but god 🥺 needy broken damiano is my fav too, he’d be such a whimpering mess without being able to move that much and maybe you needing to hold his torso and yelling at him to keep still
a disability is not simply someone that uses a wheelchair.
cystic fibrosis is a disability.
arthritis is a disability.
crohn’s disease is a disability.
deadly food allergies are yes, a disability.
autism is absolutely a disability.
agoraphobia is one of the most debilitating diseases out there.
a disabled person can be anyone who’s life is altered by their disease. please acknowledge that and respect disabled people, no matter how their disability manifests itself.
I’ll also add that sometimes your government might not consider something a disability (sadly, it’s common here), but it doesn’t mean your condition isn’t one. You know it best how limited you are, it only means they don’t want to give you support :( (because they’re either ignorant, or cheap)
It’s fuvking wild not having to be up at weird hours to catch må’s posts because they’re on the same time schedule
I'm debating writing a safeword-use smutty fic for Ethan...would anyone be interested if I did?👀
i would like to see it 👀
the switch from hard dom to softest man alive to make sure you’re okay after you use the safe word, yes please
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Pairing: Thomas Raggi x Reader (she/her)
Summary: Two music students share a room together, but what happens when it’s discovered that one of them has a scandalous career, way outside of music?
Warnings: Smut, literally this is just pure filth.
A/N: Hey, besties! This fic is the fic you all heard about form @teenyweenynightghost earlier! I teased her with it for 27 hours and now IT’S HERE! Once again, this is not one of my best works, I didn’t even proof-read since my wife, pure pressured me into posting this. Also @gr8rainbowpunk I think had send in an ask for a spicy fic, so you can thank both of these gorgeous ladies. <3
Tags: @wasteddoubts @teenyweenynightghost @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @cheese-toastie-11 @unitersmoonshine @selenophiliaxx @mywritingonlyfans @l0standn0tf0und (if you’d like to be removed from the tags feel free to tell me :) and sorry if the tag list is incomplete this was rushes :) )
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Soft moans escaped the boy’s mouth, as skillful, slender fingers wrapped around his cock.
- Do you see how hard you’ve made me? - Voice raspy and nearly giving out; forest hazy eyes looked at the screen, a few comments by all too familiar users popping up. Upon catching a glimpse of a request to speed up, Thomas moved his hand quicker, sugary whispered curses leaving his “Tempranillo”-coloured lips as white ribbons of cum coated his chest and palm; his hips finally stopping their pathetic thrusts, meeting the black chair, halting their desperate trembles. Hands rested on his lap, silver rings glistening from his release. - I’ve got to go now, darling. I’ll see you again, next Saturday. - Voice still quivering, heart thumping in his ears, as shaky breaths left his mouth, the tide of his orgasm slowly falling. - Y/N, I am back! - Thomas’ words startled the puffy-haired girl, hands quickly grabbing onto the closest book; thin-framed, silver glasses pushed back on her nose. - What are you doing? - Sandy locks, wet from the rain that drummed on the ground outside. Drops felt cold upon Y/N’s shoulder as the boy leaned over her, skin carrying the heat of her blood.
- Just reading. - Coral blush crawled upon her nose and cheeks, cobalt eyes scanning the same stanza over and over again. “And if branches tap my pane; And the poplars whisper nightly; It is to make me dream again; I hold you to me tightly.” Words, barely making sense in her scrambled mind, primitive taking over logic. Lines chased each other around her head; a chant, but even Mihai Eminescu’s heartfelt promise to forever wait for his love, couldn’t do anything to distract her from the wet patch on her panties.
- Oh, really? - “The Persistence of Memory”. Clocks melting. Time put on pause. The evidence of her previous shenanigans plastered on her computer screen; her roommate’s slim hand, wrapped around his dick, covered in a thin, white veil of cum; had the image not been so sinful, it would have been ethereal.
- Uhm… - Knees rubbed together, book snapping shut.
- Are you blushing? - Thomas got a hold of her right hand, pointer and middle finger glistening from her arousal, under the cheerless fluorescent lights. He brought her digits up to his lips, savouring each drop of her wetness. - Hmmm, tastes so good. - His voice dropped a few octaves lower, resembling the husky sound she grew used to hearing in his videos. - Would you let me get a better taste? - Her tangelo, short skirt found its way to her waist, allowing the golden-haired boy to catch a glimpse of her underwear; black, lacy jasmine blossoms almost see-through due to the layer of wetness covering them. His words flew right to her heat, tights clenched together, furious nods; the only thing she could do. - I’ll need you to use your words, puppy.
- Yeah. - Breathless, barely muttered through her closed “Syrah” lips. The boy’s fingertips ran down her slit, soft pillowy lips planted kisses against her clit, teeth biting into the fabric, grazing her pussy, as he pulled the underwear down her legs. Fiery tongue licked a stripe connecting her knee to her inner-thigh, her head thrown back with an animalistic groan. A gasp left Y/N’s lips as an icy, long finger entered her, sinking in her heat, the base of the sterling skull on Thomas’ digit touching her folds; oceans excitedly spilling into their bays, brain turning mush, waves with no purpose. Small, forlorn sounds leaving her throat, as her own yearning hand reached under the baby blue sweater. The burning stretch of a second finger had her biting into velvety lips, the golden boy assuring her he wanted to hear her “pretty, little noises”, teeth releasing the spot, a “Petite Verdot” bite mark appearing over the thin skin. A whimper of emptiness left the russet-haired girl’s throat, as the guitarist once again sucked all the collected juices from his pointer, shoving the middle one in her own mouth, allowing her orgasm to glide over her own taste buds; slightly salty flavor spreading on her tongue, as her lips held his fingers captive. Her Benjamin Victor’s angel figure rose from the seat, rubbery fingertips pressing into his tattooed torso, pushing him onto the stain sheets of her bed. The man propped himself up on coarse elbows, observing the wafer-thin drape of cum leaking down the almond-haired girl’s thigh, as she made a show out of pulling his pants down. In a swift motion her cunt was positioned right on his erection, folds grazing his cock over the thin fabric of his boxers. An appetite for the sound of seams ripping, stronger than ever before in Thomas’ ears. She leisurely slid up and down, mewls, escaping her “Merlot” lips in perfect sync with his own grunts, a symphony in the cramped room. The aquake hands tightening their hold against his light-brown flecked shoulders, a dead giveaway for her second release.
- Aw, didn’t you get to cum too, pretty boy? - A minuscule smile gracing her features as she looked at the worked-up expression on Thomas’ face. “Barolo” flush painted his body. - You know how many times I couldn’t cum, huh? Watching you reach your own peak and getting interrupted. - A grotesque slap landed on the boy’s side, making him whimper, the wet spot on his underwear; mixture of his growing arousal and Y/N’s release, getting bigger. - You stay here, bratty boy! I will be back soon and when I come back, you better not have moved! - With that Y/N disappeared; rattling of items in a box, an article of clothing falling to the ground. She came back with a ruby rope and a pearl necklace, nipples hard around her piercings. A thin, steely chain linking the rings, peaking above the “White Zinfandel” skin.
- What are you going to do with these? - Thomas’ head lifted from the cloudy pillow.
- Wait and you’ll find out, puppy. - The girl climbed up next to him, rackle grazing his sweaty chest. Frosty fingers threading the string and wrapping it around his neck, leaving some to hang over his belly like a leash. Another piece of red string, contrasting his ghostly skin pulled right above his nipples, bound to the hanging cord. Pearls found their way round his neck, Y/N pulling the necklace higher and shoving it in his mouth. She got up to her knees, adoring her creation. He was a trembling “Blue Boy”. - Now no sounds and touching, and I might think about letting you cum. - Her dandelion voice melted the boy’s insides, body twitching, under the rope from the mystery of it all. Her hands quickly got to work, freeing his dick from his underwear, then gently getting a hold of it. One dry tug made Thomas let out a groan of discomfort, Y/N’s mouth biting and sucking onto the skin of his lower belly right above his cock. A “Nebbiolo” spot, kissed better, a quick switch, his dick now stuck in between her lips, tongue licking up and down his length; head bobbing more and more entering her with each nod, as his hips moved forward ready for his release. Y/N suddenly pulled her mouth away, a harsh slap landing on his inner thigh. - What did I say about moving you slut? Huh? - Her hand now switched out her mouth moving up and down his dick. Desperate hands clutched at the scarlet satin sheets. Five cold fingertips slipping into each dip of his body. A plethora of wet kisses planted to his sun-kissed skin, “Tannat” hickeys creating a divine painting along his shoulders. Muffled moans and salty tears, leaving wet spots on the pillowcase, golden locks; a mess. - Awe, is my pretty little whore so desperate he is crying. - She moved to get the waxen pearls out of his mouth, allowing him to speak. - What do you want, babe? - Hands gently threaded through his tawny hair.
- Y-You. - He stuttered. Her wetness grinding down onto the base of his dick, juices trickling down his length.
- Well, have me then. - A breathy whisper left Y/N’s “Grenache Rosé”-colored lips. That was all it took for Thomas’ hands to grab her by her sides, slamming her onto the bed, fingertips wasting no time in dropping to her heat, eyes wandering over the room, stopping upon a plate of strawberries. He grabbed a freckled fruit, fingers still wet from the almond-haired woman’s arousal, the berry shoved in his mouth. The sweetness of it, mixing with Y/N’s cum.
- Hmm. Magnificent. - He moved up, leaning to kiss her lower belly, a hand slightly pulling on the dangling chain, making the girl let out a roaring moan. He wasted no time to lick up her slit one last time, before lining himself up with her entrance, the feeling overwhelming. Warm and tight, sending him into a spiral. Y/N trembling beneath him, her dulcet mewls, he managed to thrust up a few times, the girl suddenly flipping them over sinking onto his cock.
- C’mon baby! I know you can do it! Don’t cry! - Thomas’ body shook, brain blanking, “Sans titre” flashing in front of his eyes. Seed spilling inside the girl. Then he felt her wrap her wrap her arms around his frail body, handling him like a porcelain doll. Delicate fingertips gently untying the ropes, then tracing his “Tawny Port” lips.
- You are art. - The last thing he heard, before Y/N stood up again, retrieving the brown book from before. - And if the stars shine on the pond / And light its sombre shoal, / It is to quench my mind’s despond / And flood with peace my soul. - He smiled; cuddled up in her arms, under the “Cabernet Sauvignon” blanket, lavender, sex and cigarettes grazing his nose, he felt like a man from a renaissance painting. Brain soaking in pure Ecstasy.
Thanks for bullying me in the A/N lol
Also I’m embarrassed at how long it took me to realize all the wine puns , I’m American and cannot legally drink so I know nothing of wine lmao
Oh my god it’s a miracle ! THEY GOT DAMIANO ON A BALCONY
I want to sleep on Vic's boobies 😩
I want to kiss and be shut up by them before sleeping on her boobs 😭
Sometimes you just gotta wear a entire 3 piece suit to an interview at McDonald’s