Wedding Night With The Italian Stallion !

Daily fucking reminder that Luigi Mangione is innocent, completely and fully. He has been convicted of no crime. He has had no fair trial. He is a SUSPECT. Luigi Mangione is entirely innocent and everyone needs to stop parroting this insidious propaganda that he “committed” the crime he is only SUSPECTED of. He is not a murderer. He is not a criminal. He is an innocent man.

kang dae-ho the man you are..

unfortunately i am a dope fiend and i will smoke to get to the function

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SUN AND WATER; SO INTIMATE.

dad'sbestfriend! james mcavoy x brown!fem!reader

🍯 hunni pot — oh. my. god. for context i was speaking to a friend recently about split (2016) and she tried to convince me it wasn't real because she'd never heard of it and she's a movie junkie.. long story short we rewatched it and i don't remember james mcavoy being THAT hot?? like i remember him being hot but damn. anyways enjoy my rambling as i freak out over dilfs on the main. im back hoes. reader is like early 20s and james is his age and divorced

hot summer days were the best thing for you. the sun warming you and giving you dark tan lines that highlighted you stretch marks that little bit more. looking through your aptly packed suitcase, you huffed at the idea of not being able to buy a new bikini. granted, you were only here for two weeks of your summer break, and you did have four in total, but you could never have too many, right? you settled on your blue two-piece, throwing a tank top and a baby skirt over it just to prevent your ass from being completely out as you walked down to the waterfall/lake a little ways from the summer house.

you decided to tan before getting in the water, the peaceful current giving you the perfect opportunity to relax and lay around. laying on your towel under the beating sun, you slid you bottoms down over the dips in your hips, a little crack show for the birds and bees.

maybe ten minutes go by, and you turn over to face the sky. sitting here baking with a blunt would be amazing, and you make a mental note to roll one next time you come down here. slipping your top down a little, then a lot, then just taking it off and letting it all hang out was a wise decision, the sun shining on your bare dark nipples and a tickle moving it's way in between your thighs as you reel in the feeling. another ten-ish minutes and you're dozing, barely keeping your eyes open as you listen to the water flow just a few feet from you. you stop trying after a bit, rolling into the sensuality of sleeping half-naked with nature.

until you feel a shirt laying over your midriff.

and feel mr. james trying to shake you awake. fuuuuck.

his eyes are (reasonably) diverted from you. james couldn't help but feel like a perverted high schooler, awkwardly kneeling so his best friends daughter didn't have to see the far too obvious boner she was giving him right now. james had kids of his own, he'd seen nipples and pantylines before, so why did he feel so.. different?

as you woke up and hoped to God Almighty that that the Earth would just swallow you while right there, mr. james gave you that we don't have to talk about it look that he'd given you many times. you just nodded as he turned away, flicking his belt and removing his shorts to reveal his trunks. it could've been your hazy brain. it could've been the angle since you were still tying your top. it could've been the lighting of the Sun, for God's sake, but you swear that mr. james' trunks were outlining his cock, the fabric tightening around his thighs. but you didn't have time to see it because he quickly plunged into the water, using his big arms to move himself under the waterfall, cascading down his hair and chest. (im a dirty pervert. omg that gif is going to the wank bank)

you sat on a smooth rock, right in the middle of the lazy lake. it was low, allowing the water to kiss your feet and the Sun to rub your back. watching as mr. james blatantly circled you, like an animal. he came to a stop in front of you, just watching you before speaking. "it's a cute top, y'know. dunno why you'd wanna ditch it." he shrugs, laughing as your attempt at splashing him ended with you nearly falling off the rock and him being no more wet than he already was.

you two got out after a bit, talking about life and how school was going and whatever could come to mind. mr. james's eyes never left you once, meanwhile you were avoiding his eyes like the plague. too busy watching his chiseled stomach flex every time he laughs, or shifts, or just fucking sits there.

"m'eyes are up here, lassie. what's with the pervin'?" he asks, lifting your chin with two fingers. you open your mouth, but words are failing you and by God you can't speak your mind. what would he think of you?

"i wanna fuck you."

oh.

"oh?" shit. what the fuck is wrong with you?

the answer to that question would have to wait for another time, because mr. james wasted no time scooting closer to you on the towel, lifting you up over his lap and lettin you sink down on his swim trunks, the cold fabric making you roll your hips. james could only grunt, resting his hand on your ass to push you a bit more forward, his hard-on twitching right against your clit.

"who've thought you as such a fuggin minx.." he groans, his lips connecting with yours twice, then a third time before you could feel his fingers slipping past your bottoms, groaning into your mouth as he feels your pussy for the first time. no matter how many times he'd dreamed about this, rubbed his cock to the idea of pleasuring you, he couldn't have dreamed this up in a hundred fucking years. but God, was he loving it.

slipping his cock out from his shorts, he watched as you let your manicured hand slip around him. james couldn't believe his fucking eyes, if he hadn't waited so long for this, he'd have cum just by the look in your eyes. sinking down, you rest your hands on his chest, feeling his trembling breath. you don't even have to tell him how much you love it, your pussy does all the work for you. the wet noises that start to come out of you spare no expense at letting james know what a good job he's doing at fucking you from below.

mr. james, ohhhfuuck.. you could barely contain yourself, he was fucking you with something to prove. the plap! plap! noise against the water falling in the background was heaven.

"drop that mr., darling. you know we aren't being very-- ugh, fuck me.. formal right now." he chuckles, continuing to fuck up into you while adding his fingers in the mix, rubbing your clit in deliberate, wet circles. cumming, oh fuck..!

and cumming you were. the Sun was beaming on your face, you were being fucked like a whore in the most intimate setting in all the Earth, and you were cumming, hard. james pants as he fucks you through your orgasm, letting you go limp on his shoulder. "wet as the water you are, darling." he chuckles, reeling in the way you clench around his cock completely involuntarily. a beat goes by as he rests his hands on your waist.

"you've ever been skinny dipping?" it was going to be a looooong night.

GAZ & PRICE IN ATOMGRAD RAID EP. 2 | MODERN WARFARE II

simon riley smut drabble <3

nasty rating: ★★

saw a tiktok and it made me think about how simon's eyes cross when he cums. like his breath picks up and he starts curling upwards to the point where his abs hurt, he starts whining lil "fuck"s and "shit, yes"s while his balls tighten and his head starts to get heavier.. and then boom, just like that thick, slightly salty ropes of cum start to eject themselves into your throat while you swallow around his cock.

breaking simon into calling you mommy.

no fucking way, princess. he laughs and shakes his head like you just told him the funniest joke on Earth. no chance, never.

simon can't even believe you would ask him such a thing. him call you mommy? have you gone mad? why in the world would he ever do that? simon had a hard enough time submitting to you as is. now you throw this into play? you must want him to tie you up and show you who runs shit around here. (it's you.)

c'mon, babyyy. you lament, leaning in and letting your dark brown nipples rub against his. up and down, still wet from simon sucking on them earlier. just one time, c'mon. say it.

simon was coming up on his third nut in the last thirty minutes, and he was starting to lose himself. your hips were moving the same pace they were when you started, maybe faster since your pussy was creaming like a faucet. no, no..im not gonna-- fuck me.. not gonna say it.

he's not. nothing can crack that wall down. he won't. his mind is made up. you clench around him in retaliation, but the tightness adds to his overstimulating pleasure and makes him drop his hands to the sheets, gripping them with a force that would have stopped you in your tracks, must be why he moved.

fuck, mm-mommy. it comes out completely unplanned, unrecognized and unintentionally. simon can't look you in the eye, just gripping your hips again and watching you grind back and forth just a bit.

what's that, si? he shakes his head, closing his eyes and throwing his his head against the headboard. simon bites his lip and whimpers, simon riley, the 6 foot 200 something pound tank of a man whimpers at the feeling of your pussy gripping him.

mommy. i said-- i called you mommy. he reiterates, moving you up and down on his cock and watching it like it would disappear if he looked away. fuck you. fucking hate you-- fuck! simon's cum started spurting up into you and he was seeing white. his balls felt like they were cramping, tightening and releasing too quickly, too harshly, he swears for a second he's gonna pass out.

before you can quip, his fingers are wrapped around your throat and squeezing. not a word. he damn near whines. he's trying to sound all manly and deep voiced, you can tell, but his voice nearly cracked at how tight you are around him, and how fucking sensitive he is. not a fucking word, i swear.

maybe not now, but this will definitely be brought back up (especially when he starts to get a thing for fucking you while you're knocked up.)

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CANDY FROM A BABY.

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huunni drops → i wrote this decently crossfaded last night so! this is so not based on what I want a real person to do to me HEHDHXB (kiman?? real people?? NEVER.) anyways non-con is sorta implied? not really i think it's more overstim... welp! WHAT ELSE I MISS?

you keep mushing his head from in between your thighs, the tears welling up in ur eyes making it almost impossible to see him as he sucks another orgasm straight from your clit for the fifth time. "no more" you'll whine, trying to close your legs as he repositions himself. he sits on his knees now, inching himself closer to ur dripping cunt. between your cum and his spit, you were starting to look like a freshly varnished wood carving, your brown skin making it impossible for him to take his eyes (or mouth) away from you.

"c'mon, mama.." he whimpers , looking up at you like a baby you just stole candy from. his beard rubs against your clit, a hair trigger reaction that makes you almost close your legs again. he doesn't even wait for your answer. he knows what it is. he wraps his arms around your hips and pushes them til your knees damn near hit your shoulders. his thick lips are so rough and selfish, taking what he wants from your body with no remorse or protest from you. at the same time, his tongue is soft and pillowy as he wraps it around your clit in intricate shapes to pull another orgasm out of you. ♡