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Seeing Lewis Pullman in carhartt or a bolo tie pulls the exact same reaction out of me that a Victorian man would’ve had at the sight of a woman’s ankles. I won’t be elaborating at this time.
Modern-Human Nesta Archeron 🍂 grey skies bc reminds me of her silver flames
Yoongiah put his hand in his pocket but his finger slipped through the pocket hole đź¤
I am of the strong belief that we should throw every oc with an ena voice claim into a pit and force them to fight to the death, for the right to be held in the same regard as the true ena then we have a bountiful feast afterwards
yeah i might write season 3. hrhng. yep im. i might do it lol B)
I just rewatched season 2 ep 5 of spectacular spider-man and am once again furious that it got cancelled. there was so much opportunity for character development and i am grieving, mourning, coping, sobbing, shaking, shitting my pants even, because it will never come to pass. i need a third season guys. i need it so much. what if i just wrote it myself hm?? what if i just wrote my own third season? /hj
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All I’ve been able to think about all morning is this character. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!
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Imagine pacing back and forth inside your home, nervous he might not come back home after the fight when the front door slams open. He walks inside, a menacing look on his face. You stop in your tracks as he stares you down and walks past you. It takes you a second before you snap out of this trance his gaze left you in and you follow him out back. As you walk out, his back is to you. You find him stripping his armor off, exposing his broad shoulders, his muscular back rippling. Dirt and blood covering his skin. A mix of old dried blood and fresh bright red blood trickling down. As he bends down to step out of his armor, you walk up right behind him as he straightens back up. Lightly touching his shoulder when he wips back around with a growl through clenched teeth, grabbing your wrist. You can’t help but let out a gasp. Before your brain can process what’s happening, he roughly kisses you, smashing his grime covered lips against yours. He quickly pushes you down onto the ground taking both of your wrists in his big hand. The noises coming out of him is primal as he lifts the bottom of your tunic up. Putting his free arm under your leg, lifting it up as he pushes his thick cock inside of you. With as much as you were dripping from watching him undress, the stretch still stung as he entered. The pain quickly subsided as he starts pounding into you relentlessly. Burying his face in the side of your neck as your breath is stolen from your lungs. All you can do is lay there, hands above your head, body pinned into the ground by his body and take everything he gives you. The dirt and grime and blood that covered him is now marring your own body. You can feel the anger, the frustration built up inside of him as he fucks it into you. His teeth sinking into your neck, his canines drawing blood. You finally managed to get enough air in your lungs to let out a scream. Not a scream of pain but of absolute ecstasy. A scream of pleasure. The pressure of his pelvis against your bundle of nerves has you coming around him hard as he begins to spill inside of you. . . . .
PLEASE tell me there are Darkside Detective fans here. I just finished the first game I'm losing it
I constantly have it in my mind that Gillion is three years older than Chip. Gillion, yes, Gillion mother fucking Tidestrider, is the oldest of the albatrio.
It's funny on a base level, Gillion is oldest yet the others need to babysit him. Gillion is the oldest but he knows the least. Haha.
It's less funny if you think about Chip being 8 years old, happy with the black rose pirates and then Gillion. Gillion who is eleven and training to be a weapon for others.
It's less funny if you think about Jay, 12 and spending time with her mom and sister. Gillion, 13, who can't remember his mom and almost expects his sister's hugs to hurt because the only contact he gets is hit over the head for failing again.
Chip, 14, Jay, 16, able to act out and cause trouble, because they're teenagers, why not goof around? And then Gillion, who's 17 and told to be an adult and act like it. But he can't change how he acts, because being mature has always been the standard expectation, he doesn't know how to be an adult when that's already what he's been his whole life.
Chip, 18 and he is scared to kill someone because killing is bad. Jay, 20 and her sister is dead and she is heartbroken. Gill, 21 and he is already used to killing, and he never sees his sister anyways, and he ruins his life. He ruins his life doing wha he thought was right, doing what they taught him to do.
Gillion is three years older than Chip, a year older than Jay. And it seems insignificant until you think about those years being stolen from him. It took Gillion 22 years to be free. Chip was free off and on, he had a childhood, Jay was never held back, she had a childhood.
Gillion didn't.
papa aone making your tummy bulge, “you feel that baby? that’s papa right there in your tummy. little cunny is so tiny isn’t it?”.
and all you can do is nod and mutter an “uhuh” as you place your hand over his <3
no tummy bulges but everything else is the same <3
papa! aone + soft dom! aone + dirty talk + size kink + creampie + overstimulation + f! reader
hes gentle, overbearing with the way he hovers every single time he fucks you. the weight and heat of him pressing down onto your clit has your already trembling legs thrash around his pistoning hips.
aone is gentle... until you squirm.
large, thick palms splaying across the squishy expanse of your thighs. he tries to shush any whines the best way he can- by smashing a sloppy and too heavy kiss against your already tender and swollen lips, body bending down to claim every warbled scream tumbling forth from your mouth.
when he pulls back, looking with lidded eyes- blush running down his chest, gazing down at you with such ferocity you quickly stop any movement, uttering out a single;
“papa...” all in response to his gaze, crumbling completely, turning your head to the side.
he doesn't mean to pin you so hard, doesn’t mean to look at you so... meanly- he promises, but there’s something about the way you're crying, hips twisting in a pleasure addled haze- unable to take in such a big, heavy cock without some type of shake or seize or muscle spasm that brings out a tug of overwhelming need to take you as pliant as possible.
trembling, large- overworked shoulders shake, tears forming along the white eyelashes decorating his lids, muscled form eclipsing your own while he sees you take him in, pussy spreading so hotly around his cock, folds hugging him tight- he has to look back up at your face while he fucks you, the sight alone brings him a little too close.
“my baby.” aone grunts out- figures its the best apology you’ll be able to get out of him for the time being, slamming into you, drowning his cock in your tight, wet cunt, tossing his head back- wave of sensitivity awoken by the pretty title you've given him.
back arching up off the bed, your hands look desperately for his biceps, squeezing hard, sputtering out his name, trembling while your nobu squeezes a hand between your bodies, another body jolting thrust accompanied closely.
“my pretty girl- that's me...” he gasps, crumbling slowly, twitching harshly, feeling the jolt of your tummy as you take the impact of his hips so well, harsh vibration traveling up and up to your neck.
eyes rolling to the back of your head with the slowly increasing pace he’s using, all to fuck you into the mattress.
tears well up in your eyes- he always makes you feel so small, the filth he grunts out comes so natural it blindsides you always, gurgling out another pitch-y squeal as he pushes your body back down.Â
“papa feels good in your tummy... mm?” aone wonders, his own tone crumbling to a lowly mumble, driving deeper and harder, wet slaps of his heavy and heated balls.
“so little... so little, but you take your papa so well.”
it brings you to the end, swimming in pure pleasured haze, tummy clenching down, mouth hanging open in a quiet yell, stars swimming with every blink.
he rears back, waiting with a baited breath as you cum- taking in every inch of your body as you butterfly underneath him, throat on display while you try to arch, still being kept still round your middle, this is the only time he lets you move as you please.
eyes fall to your pussy, cock sliding out so very slowly, painted in cum that’s dripping down every prominent vein of his reddened dick, forming a circle around the base of him- pubes covered, hips coming away sticky, strings of your cum still connecting you to him with every agonizing movement.
the slow drag brings you to tears once more, already squeezing around his cock- you cant think, can barely comprehend the stiff length of him moving.
in a crazed state, your own shaky hand clamps down over his, still pressed to you- feeling what he does, slowly bringing you back from that orgasm, now seeping down to your ass, coating his cock with your cum.
“good girl.” he breathes, need bubbling in his stomach, letting you take a deep breath, in attempt to regain sanity before he begins once more, rocking your body up the bed with invigorated thrusts- he needs to paint your walls white with his cum, needs to watch your already stretched cunt seeping with his cum.
“papa! p-please!” you scream, face scrunching up, lidded eyes opening briefly before shutting tight, only able to see the pinched skin of his brows in a blur as his body eclipses your own once more.
it doesn't take much, swollen head nudging an un-giving wall within you before he finally cums, moving his hands from your tummy, down to your hips to pull you down to him.
like always, he makes sure to keep you close while he cums inside, throbbing with every spurt, lowly groans, grunts and your name vibrating deep in his chest, labored breath a struggle to keep even.
you always look so pretty beneath him, letting him gaze upon your twitching, glistening body- letting him take claim over your being over and over.
“feels good- so good.” you finally murmur, hands moving from his biceps to lay on either sides of his thick neck, pulse quickened and heavy- matching your own, finally able to meet his heavy gaze, too tired to be intimidated.
he only nods, bringing his mouth to your own pulse point, once more pressing too heavy kisses there.
I am a women with simple wants
BARRY KEOGHAN as DRUIG Eternals (2021) dir. Chloé Zhao
Oh, okay then
I’m like a werewolf but instead of the full moon it’s a thunderstorm like I just go crazy like rsjahxjen tjsjsndbdkekkf stnaksjjckwkcnskxjnwckksicnfndn