SPAM IS DELICIOUS

[weareallpuppets]

I was reminded that I never made a spam post, so HERE WE GO. Spam whatever, whenever, if you feel like it. Consider it a free-for-all RP, or a confessional box, or a place to ask me whatever you want. Go wild, I don't mind.

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[anasyrma]

Antonio watches, his back arched, mouth parted, as Arthur cums beneath him(inside him-). His thighs burn with the energy it takes to keep his body moving, to ride the erratic, shallow thrusts of Arthur's explosive afterglow. He winces when Arthur digs his nails into his skin to give him leverage for one last jut of the hips, then sighs with a smile as his partner sinks back contently into the pillows.

So cute. Flushed cheeks, reddened tip of the nose. Ah, how fun it would be, to bend down and kiss it.

"Good?" Antonio asks after he indulges himself with that tiny act of affection, splaying himself up and over the slightly smaller man. Grunting, Arthur nods and turns the both of them over, pulling out a bit too fast in the process. "Ow-"

"Absolutely."

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"NOT CUTE AT ALL!"

"- What did I do?!"

"That is exactly what the problem is, you - " A long string of Spanish curses. "You fell asleep!"

"Well, YES. That is what one usually does when one is bloody tired!"

"But you did not even DO anything!"

"Excuse me? Yes, I - ..."

A pause.

"Erm. I."

"See! SEE?!"

"Stop hitting me!"

"What are you, eh?! Some spoiled, sleepy lion?"

"Why see here, Spain. I am not at all spoiled in any-"

"...Forget it. Ai, forget it."

A thump, followed by rusting - muffled yells, curses, a slam of the door.

"Shit-"

Minutes later, Arthur emerges from his hotel door, clothes obviously rumbled, hair in disarray. He has one arm in a coat, the other smoothing over his mis-buttoned shirt. He's three seconds away from bolting down the hallway, before there's a voice:

"Having a bit of trouble, old man?" says the voice, which cracks so very curiously, "Are you?"

Arthur stiffens. Turns his heel to face a very disgruntled looking Alfred F. Jones, pajamas and all.

"How long have you -"

Expression perfectly blank, Alfred points to the door. The door next to -

Oh.

Oh.

"FUCK."

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AHAHAHHA IDK WHAT..THIS WAS......

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