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awacatin · 11 months
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que no muerde dicen
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napo-con-fritas · 1 month
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People I'd like to know better
@fresasconsal @hakkiest thank you so much for the tags! X X @gustingirl lo mismo! People ya sé que han pasado muchos meses, hasta algún año, I'm so sorry, and I'm know I'm mixing them up here jeje
Name: Bianca/Nonna
Sign: geminis
Height: 1.64m
Last song: wasted by tiesto ft. matthew koma
Last movie: a haunting in venice
Favorite color: right now dark red
Currently reading: I just finished "the woman in black", and I want to start "the winter ghosts"
Currently watching: house md
Relationship status: long distance thing
Current obsession: I'm swimming between obsessions lately
When I created this blog: 2012 I think?
Other blogs: @viscountess-aberowen and @tagthescullion
Dream job: secondary school maths teacher
Dream trip: anywhere that's not tropical tbh
tagging (no pressure): @ailec-12 @sweetsweethate @chaoticconstellation @crushing-on-nico-di-angelo @bring-it-on-perra @victas-art and whoever else wants to do this!
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agualila · 8 months
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Recomiéndame una canción que te guste
trepan los esclavos - sakatumba
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crayola666 · 1 year
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Tngo sueño ijos d la maraca pro tngo tarea pipipi tomen conceptos d mi avatar con un ojo negro 🏃
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youbabygirll · 22 days
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ahora tngo brackets 🥲
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computerbitch7781 · 1 year
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hermano no es joda k buenos gustos tngo
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fairyinpills · 2 years
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No m hables d perder si siempre tngo lo k kero
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awacatin · 11 months
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a m o r y p a z
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kiltroo · 4 months
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sabiai q tngo en wsp un tema del tutú q nunca salió..
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anony-mouse-writer · 1 year
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pearl tried to kill impulse in retribution for the bogey kill
tngo: crying about his tower
skizz: crying about his half heart
etho: vaguely bemused questioning
impulse, cool as a cucumber: hey pearl :)
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cvtvrsisz · 1 year
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tngo tanto antojo de taquitos o hamburguesas ktm
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Between The Stacks
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TW: semi-public sexual acts. Language. Smut. 
SUMMARY: Being friends with benefits with Pope leads to a rather lecherous exchange at your place of work; the library…
WORD COUNT: 900
*Requested*
mjisbby asked:
hii, i love your stories!
can you do a college!pope x reader smut where the reader works in the school library and they have a fwb arrangement. and it’s kinda angst bc pope wants a relationship but he doesn’t know if the reader does?
i wanna add that i really appreciate you, i barely see a lot of pope love on here 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾
*THANK YOU SO MUCH! IT ABSOLUTELY BLOWS MY MIND THAT THERE AREN’T A LOT OF ACCOUNTS OR FICS THAT ARE ABOUT HIM. THE POTENTIAL IS INSANE! I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR HIM… ;) 
Between The Stacks
You took this job because you believed it would give you an excuse to read and get paid for it. The occasional peer having brought textbooks or some novel in the occasional disruption of whatever you’d chosen to occupy your time. But lately, there was an entirely new reason to favor your choice of occupation. And that came to you with the slide of a specific book pulled to the counter that divided you. Those familiar brown eyes blazed with lust for the reason he’d been present would draw your lips into a grin. 
“I didn’t realize you were taking Intro to Mechanical Engineering…” You teased as he shrugged. 
“I’ve read everything in the library twice over…” He confessed as your lips pulled forward into a pout.
“There may be something between the stacks,” You referred to a section of the library rarely visited, aside from those as lecherous as you two had become lately. 
“Between the…Oh…”
Your foot settled on the bottom section of books, spines left uncracked, as his fingers came into a wrap around your thigh, his tongue taking advantage of the coverage granted by this isolation. Meanwhile, your fingers ran through his hair, tugging the course strands in a tight grip that would lessen when he would explore your clit, searching for what made you tremble, and teasing himself away as you directed him back. He smirked against you, this torment always a tngo between the two of you as you were always one to reciprocate. 
“Jesus, Pope…” You groaned as he would retract, the sound of your name breathless from his lips as he would offer you a teasing reminder. 
“We ARE in a library…”
“Shut up and keep going…please…” He grinned before devoring you, his care to take his time left behind along with your request as you moved against him, waist pinned by his forearm, as his nails intended deeper at your thigh. 
“Oh my God, that feels so good…so fucking good…Keep going, I’m so close” You moaned as you felt him smirk against you, stroking his ego, as you would arch your back from the shelf behind you, calw between his hair and the self beside your head, before being allowed that release he’d teased but satiated to teh same degree. 
“What WOULD all of these books think to know…” He would try to find humor in this moment, but found an interruption to your fingers working hsi belt loose.
“You don’t have to-”
“Pope…Shut up….” He grinned before feeling you stroke him just enough to tease, before leading him between your lips. Your tongue coerced the first beads of precum that made you moan, your eyes trained to him as he would clench his jaw tightly at the thought of what was to come. 
“Shhh…” You teased. 
“God, that’s so hot…” He confessed, his librarian fantasy having been proven true in every interaction in which he was with you, worsening with the way you’d corkscrewed his shaft and kept those innocent eyes tainted into sin as you remained on your knees for him. 
You basked in the way his expression tightened, the beauty of his complexion accentuated by his tensed jaw strained to remain as silent as he could, those plump lips, still wearing your slick having parted and closed before he’d lick them between these attempts, and the screwed clench of his eyes lessening once he’d been taken over that same edge that you’d been granted a handful of minutes earlier. 
“Would you uh…maybe want to get some food or something?”
“Are you asking me out, Pope?” His expression blushed. Even though you had learned each other's bodies in every corner of this campus without the obligation of titles or expectations, you had remained exclusive to one another. But he never knew if you wanted more. But he needed it. The thought of anyone else touching you kept him awake, even making it difficult to focus-so much so that he got a high ‘B’ from a recent essay, which might as well have been a D, all leading him into his descent that was his growing obsession with you. 
“I mean…what if I was?” His brows raised in intrigue, swallowing hard to learn your reaction to him. 
“Well…” You moved closer to him, fingers teasing the buttons of his shirt. 
“I’d say it’s about damn time…” His smile widened. 
“Pick me up at seven?”
“Six is sooner…” He spoke boldly as you chuckled.
“I work until seven…” 
“Oh, I was trying to sound-sev-seven's fine, seven’s good…” You chuckled, adoring how he became nervous after your exchanges, making you grin widely to know you had this effect on him. 
“Seven.” You validated, biting your bottom lip before returning to work, finding that specific tension relinquished by him once again…
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