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Surprise. Surprise was an emotion that would result in pain if allowed to be shown. First dismissal from his father over being too weak. But now it was threatening to his and his mother's life. He had the Dark Lord taking up residence in his manor and rightful home, and yet it seemed only natural. A realization that he was on the wrong side, but he had no choice. Because, unlike Potter, his parents were still alive. And he was alive too, though running out of time. He was weakened and yet still had to move on even though he was sleep-deprived, hungry, and stressed. The man was curled up and so utterly alone that the familiar voice came to him. One such voice that he dared not speak about how beautiful it was, " Leave me alone." a mummer came.
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Taking side steps with each spin, he felt rather boyish. Simply having fun in the water with a beautiful woman and not having to work. It differed greatly from his work; for instance, he could brush up against her. He left a kiss there and then on her neck, rubbing his face against the nape of her neck.
“Don’t let me fall, Ricky,” she giggled, though she knew that that would never happen. He always made her feel safe. Tiffany ran her fingers through his hair, her nails raking along his scalp as gently as she could, but still enough to make him feel the bite. The warmth on the nape of his neck wasn’t helping the tingling between her legs, her clit barely covered.
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John was there, waiting with a very readable scowl. He stared her down and tilted his head, “ Screwed up implies you didn't know what you were doing.
Shayera Hol | open to anyone
Her palms press against her eyes as she enters her quarters on the tower. Shayera can hear the door open and close once more. "I know. I screwed up."
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He was such a considerate man, but not in the act of passion. " That's why I buy you all those scarfs." He had been sure to plan this route out nicely and make a great time. Sure, he had met her under false pretenses, trained as a teacher he may be, but he never actually taught; rather, it was his degree, and he'd only posed as a sub to infiltrate the school for a case involving a potential abduction plot. case resolved now, he got to taste the fruits of victory, having the most gorgeous woman he'd ever met. "Oh how badly do you want my cum?"
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There was no ends to speculation about his mother and ideas of favoritism by being a Slytherin player sponsored by Lucious Malfoy. Quidditch was the one thing he could excel at.
First few years you were out of place. after you got older and more skilled, and egos grown you felt the need to explore because you knew when it was going to end. one day the Hogwarts adventures would be over.
it took a lot to impress upon him and in some truth her exotic nature did allure him. brown and blond. boring. her hair was red fire and paler then most girls, he was quite taken. and that needed to be hidden.
Violet smirked a little. She had to admit, Blaise was one hell of a quidditch player. He definitely kept her on her toes during matches. He wasn't too bad on the eyes either.
She hadn't paid much attention to him the first few years at school, and the only reason she didn't talk to him more was because of the blonde little ferret he hung out with. She couldn't stand Malfoy.
She didn't get how Blaise could either.
She rose a brow at his words and her smirk grew, turning to face him again. "And if you fly into me again, I'll get you to buy me a case of butterbeer." She replied and chuckled a little before turning quickly, so her red hair flicked with the motion.
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Training. The Grim Reaper had few equals, and he didn't feel like tangling with a Tyrant anytime soon. She retreated, but he came down on her at and angle, eager to set her in a corner.
" Don't make me bend you ovrr my knee." HUNK @ Ada from @brotherhoodwarlord
"Is that it? Surely you have a more compelling threat than that." Ada smiled and pushed herself up off of him, quickly retreating several steps before he could swipe her feet off the rubber mat.
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` * 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚣 ( & 𝘵𝘸. 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢. )
do the things you said you'd do to me. won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? when you get a taste can you tell me what's my flavor? i don't believe in god. i don't believe in god but i believe that you're my savior. my mom says that she's worried. tell me that you meant it when you said there was no one else you were thinking of. i know you didn't mean to make me cry. it doesn't matter though. it's so rare that somebody'd look out for you. destiny can't be earned or returned. feel when we argue our skin starts to rot. i dream of eternal life. i don't know why i forgive you, i just know that i do. i guess it's been nice hearing from you. we shouldn't be talking this often. normalcy's boring. i was everything you wanted. i'll answer your questions when you'll answer mine. you thought that you could just call and everything would be fine. you said to me that you won't share. i think i've seen this love before. i've seen this face before. my interest is to lay with you. drain me out and please be rude.
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The guards when Jose Antonio Ibarra complains about being harassed.
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Titles and gleeful cries of pleasure and torture pushing the need for more, he was all willing to help. He was holding onto this generation's perfect beauty, and the best part was her ability to endure and take his meaty girth. Having her nibble needly on him was cute. He was uncaring about anyone who didn't serve him and she served him. L
"Daddy!" she gasped, pleased at how he continued to touch her throughout her release. Riley had never felt safer nor more loved than when she was with him, and she found herself settling in his arms, her teeth playfully nipping at his muscular arms. Other Supes might not like him at all, but she's always had a soft spot -- and spread legs -- for him.
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He noted her reaction before offering her a palate cleanser, something taken from the campaign. Nothing he wanted more than to go to his father's heavenly kingdom. Winning glory and keeping his share of grace, he was now drawn again to the earthly Plaine. She was a surprising beauty, and yet it racked him to study her. " We are considering another co0nquest. One that might rid Italy of the satanic menace. Sending the hoard back and returning Christianity to its rightful realm. For now, you may stay here and tend to my ills and needs."
Margaret finished vomiting before she returned, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. “It’s…it’s okay. Just don’t talk like that again, please.” Partly because it reminded her of her grandparents and partly because she didn’t like the idea of him dying. She didn’t know why yet; they barely knew each other. What she did know for sure was that he was probably the only person in the world that she had left, which was a strange situation to be in. “So where will you go next? Should I stay here and wait for you or go with you?” She didn’t mind doing either, and each option had its own benefits and disadvantages.
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" I'm with the most beautiful woman in the world; of course I am." The man wasn't trying to sound haughty, but it was hard not to. The woman was a vision, even by her age, probably in no small part due to the magic she had coursing through her. " Oh well, leaving with me would be the great good." He said, though his toon indicated he was joking about being a drone, and he was indeed being possessive. That would be the one thing that could please a man for life, and now here he was on a romp with a spiritual beauty like some eighties movies about printing women from computers.
“Your confidence is staggering,” she replied, smirking when he mentioned her effect on him and the other men in the room. Nefertiri was aware, of course, and she was happy to learn that despite being older than everyone else, she still had that allure. “And I am. But I’m leaving with you. That should be enough, Ben.” She couldn’t exactly scold him for being possessive over her, not when she was possessive over him. In a way, he was right in thinking that she would blow him in the middle of a sorority house, if only to remind the other girls who he belonged to.
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@catootjesmuses Isabelle smiled a little seductively. "Well, that's somewhat of a compliment." She replied "It isn't a bad thing, is it?"
Seductive and Isabelle went hand in hand, and he was damn well happy to be seeing her. Closing the distance, he smiled, "No, I suppose it isn't beautiful."
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Dean was a complicated man projecting as a brute. It was simple for him to act like an ass when that was an easy enough attitude to defer and remove any potential long-lasting connection of the heart. "Yeah, well, if I can't kill you, I guess I ought to date you."
keeping her occupied allowed him to justify some time apart for himself and his needs. " Oh well, we can always get burritos at lunchtime."
" Sweetheart, you are going to be in some pretty bad trouble, and besides, you promised my sex." That wasn't exactly true; she said they should have sex after the last romp, and that had gone rather terribly, and he enjoyed making his own play to unnerve and jump her.
@brotherhoodwarlord sent “If you keep looking at me like that, I might just lose control and turn you into my eternal lover.” - Dean @ Bela
Bela’s lips curve into a sly, knowing smirk as she crosses her arms and leans against the wall, her eyes never leaving Dean’s. She tilts her head slightly, her expression one of amused skepticism.
“Well, aren’t you the romantic,” she quips, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Though I must say, Dean, I didn’t peg you as the ‘eternal lover’ type. More like the ‘one night and a breakfast burrito’ kind of guy.”
She steps closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor, her gaze teasing yet razor-sharp. “But do tell me—what exactly does ‘eternal lover’ entail? Midnight serenades? Late night road trips? Wild sex? ”
Her smirk widened as she crossed her arms, leaning in slightly. "Careful, darling. Keep throwing lines like that, and I just might start taking you seriously.”
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Jensen Ackles as Russell Shaw Tracker (2024) | 2.02 – “Ontological Shock”
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Jensen Ackles
Supernatural / The Boys / Big Sky / Tracker
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