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Lewis Pullman as Calvin Evans Lessons in Chemistry | S1.E1

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Thinking about trans Rhett again. I need to talk to someone about him!

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wanna play with his hair while he info dumps nerdy stuff to me <3

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new (old) till via scott garfield

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Lewis Pullman and his tongue

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"If this all goes to shit, it's on me, too, pal." Do not repost without credit (reblogs are fine!) 💙

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an old interview for the strangers: prey at night .

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Trying to draw my cowboy but I’m just getting frustrated that it’s not looking like him. 😭

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this is a Creature. a little critter. an odd beast.

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THEM THAT FOLLOW (2019) dir. Britt Poulton & Dan Madison Savage

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Rhett with a t-shirt that says "Cowboy pillows"

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Still not over that video of Mr. Pullman making pottery. Like, I've had that video on loop. 🫣 It's saved to my Pinterest.

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I’ve been thinking obsessively about being fucked doggy, where they’re shoving your head into the pillow and fucking into you. Or the kind where they wrap their hand around your throat and force you to arch back against them. Or the kind where they stop moving and telling you to fuck yourself back on their cock so they can see how desperate you are. Or the kind where they’ve lost all semblance of control and are holding onto your hips and fucking into you so hard you want to cry. Did I mention doggy is my favourite?

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For those of you who get to see Lewis, I hope y'all have fun! And I hope he feels loved because we all need it right now. I'm also jealous of y'all lol. I'm just in denial right now and need a distraction.

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I need my Bobby right now

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Smut pt.2 prompt 23 + 46 for Rhett, but it's reader saying these things to him, pretty please.

“did you wear this just for me?” + “poor baby, all fucked out and i’ve barely even touched you.”

you'd barely even started, and he was already bright red in the face. he wasn't used to this. putting on a show for you. being on the receiving end of the praise. he felt a little out of his element, but he also wanted so badly to please you, to be good for you. so here he was, standing before you, chest heaving slightly as he watched you kneeling in front of him, hands unbuckling his belt.

once you tugged his jeans down, you'd see what he was wearing underneath. the delicate, lacy blue panties. god, he felt like such a slut. he'd been wearing them all day, just waiting for the moment you would finally be alone together. and now, the moment had come. as you slowly pulled down the zipper, you caught sight of the blue, and you gasped softly, eyes flickering up to meet his. "oh, cowboy," you cooed, guiding the denim down his legs. his cock was already hard, straining against the thin lace of the panties. gently, you cupped it, palm running over the shaft as he let out a choked sound. "did you wear this just for me?"

"uh-huh," he breathed, though it sounded more like a squeak. his cheeks burned. he felt so pathetic, being slightly embarrassed about it. after all, you were the one who'd encouraged him to embrace this side of himself. the more adventurous side. wearing panties was something he never thought he'd do, yet here he was, hard as a rock, squeezed into the tight lingerie. with a delighted hum, you leaned forward, licking a stripe along his clothed shaft.

"they're so pretty. this cute cock looks so good in them," you praised, mouthing at the tip. he hissed, his hips jolting. when you urged him to step completely out of his jeans, he did so, leaving him in just the underwear. and what a sight he was. pert little ass framed by the blue lace. legs going on for days. "get on the bed, sweet boy. hands and knees" he complied, knees weak as he sauntered over to the bed. you admired the sight as he obediently got situated on his hands and knees.

as you dipped your hands between his legs, cupping his balls, he whined lowly, fingers gripping at the bed covers. you couldn't help the satisfied smile that spread across your face, especially when you saw the way his lashes fluttered and his mouth hung open as you applied pressure. "f-fuck," he hissed, jolting beneath your touch.

"that feel good?" you asked. he could barely speak, only able to let out a mumbled sound of confirmation. you dipped your hand past the waistband of the panties and he whimpered. it sent a swell of pride through your chest, especially when you realized his cock was dripping with arousal. as he gasped and shuddered, you spoke again, "poor baby, all fucked out and i’ve barely even touched you." you didn't miss the way his cheeks burned even redder. you had him right where you wanted him. you were in for a long, pleasurable night, that was for certain.

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You write MDM Rhett like he’s too perfect. It’s not realistic.

good thing realism isn’t what i’m going for