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Nora & Chevalier, Mercato 🥰

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Chris/his team should had pick a 96 liner instead of a 97 liner bec she'd be in the same generation as him. why they picked Alba??? 😭///

And share some cool Millenials facts and things with eachother 🥺

Can you imagine if Chris found his perfect match?!

The adorable fluffy golden retriever romance would absolutely make me die from the cuteness.

Many couples on the same wavelength are just too damn cute, and I can't not explode 😍😍😍😍😍

[aurorawritestoescape]

Ohhh so emotional and hot!!😍🫠🔥🔥🔥

You've been watching him sleep for a while, he seems less worried in his sleep, less agitated by the urgency of not wasting time, of achieving the results he has set himself. There is always a tension in him, a restlessness that vibrates in his body. He is incredibly beautiful, you will never get used to how perfectly designed he is to make you lose your mind.

This is so Javi!!🥺😍

I loved how you showed us their relationship, complicated but real💖 Javi wants to keep her safe and she understands it but at the same time the secrecy hurts her🥺

Beautiful story, V! Thank you for sharing💖💖💖

Poison and Wine.

Pairing/Au: Javier Peña x f!reader

Words count: 1387

Rating: +18, NSFW

Warnings/Tags: pov second person, angst, smut, reader is described having breast and vagina, no other description of her is given (pic does not represent reader's appearance in any way, it is only aesthetic), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (please use protections irl), sad thoughts, yearning, unspoken love.

A/N: Another fic I wrote a year ago, revised a year later. English is not my first language and I have no beta. I hope there are no mistakes but if there are, please excuse me. Writing Javier is not easy for me, I don't know why, but I tried.

It's inspired by the song Poison & Wine by The Civil Wars. I recommend listening to it for maximum effect. Hope you enjoy, thanks for your time!

You are in a small room. The moonlight comes in through the window, spreading across the floor in silvery streaks, leaving the rest of the room in semi-darkness. There is a bed in the center of the room, two nightstands on either side, a wooden chair in the corner with clothes haphazardly draped over it. Old curtains frame the sides of the window. The bed is covered with a red bedspread and cheap white sheets. The entire room smells of sex, cigarettes, and cheap deodorant.

On the wall opposite the bed is a small door that leads to a small, rather squalid bathroom. There is a man on the bed. He is lying on his back, his head resting on the pillow. He has short, thick, wavy raven hair, some tufts falling onto his high forehead. His eyes are closed, a strong, harmonious nose that blends perfectly with the rest of his face, shaved cheeks, pronounced cheekbones, full lips. The lower lip is slightly thicker than the upper one, covered by a pair of short, black, well-groomed moustaches, they’re parted, set in a sort of pout.

Neck relaxed, shoulders broad, arms stretched out at his sides, softly resting, hands open on the sheets. Regular breaths rise and fall on his chest, adorned with two small dark pink nipples, deliciously divided by the line of his sternum. His torso is almost completely hairless, except for a thin strip of hair that disappears into his black boxers. One of his legs is wrapped in the covers while the other is spread and the foot almost off the edge of the bed.

Your back rests on the pillow, which you have placed against the wooden headboard of the bed.

You've been watching him sleep for a while, he seems less worried in his sleep, less agitated by the urgency of not wasting time, of achieving the results he has set himself. There is always a tension in him, a restlessness that vibrates in his body. He is incredibly beautiful, you will never get used to how perfectly designed he is to make you lose your mind.

You are just a diversion, someone who calls to clear his mind, to chase away the horror he has to face every day. He never talks about his job but you are perfectly aware of what happens out there, you have seen it with your own eyes for as long as you can remember, you have lived here your whole life. The drugs, the corruption, the murders, the attacks, the bombs, have always been the backdrop to your life.

Most cops are corrupt, violent, double-crossing, you're used to not trusting them. There are few people who really try to do something good, like him. He was immediately kind and discreet, even if a certain cold detachment always remains.

You know he would never take advantage of you in a mean way. But you also know how he always sneaks out the door before dawn, making no promises, barely saying goodbye. You never know when he will call you again.

He takes what he needs and you are so eager to give it to him and he disappears like a ghost. Present in the moment, fleeting the next.

You know he asks you to meet him at these out-of-the-way motels because he’s afraid someone might follow you. You know it’s a way of protecting you as well as himself. But you can’t help but feel like you’re something small in his life, something not worth bringing into the light of day.

And you know you're already in awe, eager to have him, to taste him and feel his skin and his scent.

He smells like leather, cigarettes and tequila, with a fresh underlay of soap and men’s cologne.

You’re naked next to him, a heat still radiates from your lower abdomen and rises in your stomach.

You lie down on the bed, sighing, accompanying the pillow with your hands to slide it under your head.

Eyes on the ceiling, you’re trying to channel your emotions, without letting them crawl out of you.

You can make do with this. You can wait for him to wake up and you can tolerate him quickly picking up his clothes and leaving after a quick kiss on the lips. What he gave you before can be enough.

His hands running down your body.

Hands that can heal and can burn.

His lips in the crook of your neck, nibbling at the soft skin under your ear.

He pushed you, caging you between his body and the door, kissing you without saying a word. Flesh and teeth colliding.

He raised your arms above your head and his mouth trailed down your neck and chest, his mustache scratching you a little, his breath brushing your skin.

His impatient touch undressed you, his feverish fingers running down your tummy, lingering for a moment on the hem of your panties and then making room for them to look for your clit, drawing circles, making you vibrate.

He made you lie down on the bed, then took off his clothes and threw them on the chair.

He threw himself on you urgently, kissing your soft naked skin beneath him. He moved down between your legs to take care of your privates. His tongue was relentless, hungry, insistent as two fingers continued to rub your clit and his other hand was open on your hip. Your fingers were buried in his hair, your moans filling the silence along with his grunts of approval as he felt you tremble and melt for him.

His lips moved up to you, determined not to leave aside even an inch of your skin. You felt him everywhere on your body and you didn't care about anything else. He pulled you against him, wrapped one big, strong arm around your waist. Your breasts pressed against his chest, his cock poking at your entrance, stretching you an inch at the time, sinking into your warm, soaked cunt.

He moved slowly at first to let you get used to it, then harder, deeper. You felt his mouth widen into a smile on your skin as you repeated his name like a prayer.

Javier.

Javier.

Javier.

He held you tight to feel as much of you as he could, hammering your softest spot over and over again. He whispered in your ear, his voice deep, raspy, bouncing in your chest, in your brain, driving you crazy.

His jaw went slack, his eyes darker and full of lust as he came inside you, making you feel like you were one, painting your walls with his cum.

He didn't stop until he felt your pussy twitch and tighten around his cock, your head thrown back, your eyes closed, your mouth agape.

No one has ever made you feel this way, insatiable, overwhelmed by the need to have him more and more.

You are lost.

Empty.

You can't admit it.

You can't face it.

There is nothing you would like more than to feel important to him, someone who gives him peace of mind, someone who can always be by his side.

You know it will never happen but you can't stop wishing it would.

He wakes up. You look away, so as not to let him know that you were doing nothing but looking at him, in the vain hope of at least satiating your gaze, without success.

Javier.

He turns to you, strokes your arm and then sits on the bed, stretching.

He lights a cigarette, completely unaware of the battle raging inside you. He seems calm, relaxed, takes a drag and tosses the ash into the ashtray on the nightstand.

You want to shake him by the shoulders, tell him how hard it is every time you see him go, how painful it is. You want to ask him if he knows how he makes you feel. You do nothing, you just sit there, wrapped in the blankets, inhaling the sweet smell of his sweaty skin.

You smile weakly at him as he gets up, puts out his cigarette, gets dressed, gives you a quick kiss, and walks out the door.

Without saying anything, without promising anything, as usual.

I don’t love you, but I always will.

[afterlife-2004]

[monsteravariegata]

Guess who got an entire crate of little veggie plants for her party!! Happy 10th birthday my little baby grandma <3

[threnodians]

FEIXIAO・JIAOQIU・MOZE —

⟮ relaxed | grumpy | gentle | shy | surprised | confused ⟯

[southfarthing]

Happy Tolkien Reading Day! Today is the day the One Ring was destroyed, but more importantly, it is the day Faramir and Éowyn's hands met and clasped, though they did not know it, and still they waited for they knew not what, and Faramir said, "In this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!" and he stooped and kissed her brow, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air

[lily-claw]

I was gonna wait until I finished the drawing to send this one but welp, then I'd have to wait until finishing my mid-term exams to finish the drawing 🫠

I couldn't wait to see @sapphicflower 's reaction 🥺🤧

art is inspired by "The Art of Falling"

[deansraspberrypie]

🫶 Dean with kids 🫶

💕😍 Dean and

Lucas 🥹💕

Supernatural - 1.03 - Dead in the Water

🍰 Tag list: @avanatural @undisputedchick2 @jranutter @fortheloveof-jackles @kazsrm67 @muchamusedaboutnothing @breath-of-snow-and-ashes @bluedragonflylady @mrsjenniferwinchester @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men 🥧

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Chris needs a cat. a cat will protrct him from evil and hunt and dodger would love a little brother or sister he could teavh them to bark and press those treat button.

I can honestly say I agree, An🫶n.

But I don't think Chris would agree😅 the guy is either on the fence about cats or he's being nice about it 😆

But never say never. Because it's true, cats are protectors and guardians, and with a certain evil presence around, Dodger might need the company.

Plus, they'd be so dang CUTE together. Imagine Dodger with his sassy dramatic, but equally attention hog of a cat sibling 😁 DREAM COME TRUE!!!

Plus, what happens when Chris has a Zoom call with a cat and Dodger trying to get his attention instead of letting him do work 🤭

[dangopango00]

MY BELOVED LOSER GAMER DOODLES (Kenma & Levi)

This is NAWT usually how i draw me in om but whatever ill do it. Later 😁 i like drawing lyrics shart

Enjoying my silly tablet again and drew my fave loser gamers (kenma levi) Wow this is just like traditional art! Even the part where i dont feel like coloring because im scared to ruin it bc pencil just looks so good!😭 gonna try to color, wish me luck yall….

Also omfg KENMA BEDHEAD LEVI GREMLIN AGGHHHHH THEYRE SO 😍😍🥰🥰🥺🥺

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

If you need some extra happiness today - this is it

[snowraincloverflower]

The panel, this freaking panel, is everything. Bkdk nation rise!!!!! 🙌 🙌🙌🙌🙌

[stupidrant]

I MISS YOU 😭😭 I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OKAY 🖤🖤🖤 MY NUMBER ONE ANGRBODA BLOG. A MAGIC SPELL FOR YOU 🪄 HOCUS POCUS BETTER THINGS ARE COMINH YOUR WAY 🪄 WE ARE GOING TO SEE RESURGENCE OF ANGRBODA LOVE SOON 🪄

The stuff you guys say warms my heart to no end 😭😭💜💜💜💜💜 Im forever grateful to have you all beside me

[tampatom12]

Tampa Bay Buccaneers Team Reporter Casey Phillips: So you and Gronk got your 90th touchdown connection against Atlanta [Tom: Yeah!], which puts you second all time in the NFL. Why is he the guy you have this connection with?

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Tom Brady: He's hard not to have a connection with...he's so easy to like, be his teammate, to throw the ball to 'im, from a quarterback aspect. Just like, the connection we had since the beginning of our relationship, you know what I mean? He got picked when he was pretty young to come play together with me in New England and I think that position [the tight end] is so like, critical to the success of a quarterback because that throw to him is always available; you know, he's always a tough matchup to defend and then you put his incredible athletic ability and athleticism, uh, his speed; all the things that matter, but then there's an intellectual part that people don't see because they always think that Gronk is soft all the time but Gronk is a very very smart player, [and] person; he has very high awareness of everything, so we've been able to play together for a long time and do some really great things together and ummm...he just continues to blow me away. I mean, with all the stuff that he does as a player and how I seen him like, you know, go from a 20-year-old, 21 year-old kid to now, you know, he's just...he's so mature, [is] such a professional and...he LOVES football. He loves playin' and competin'. I think we're all...this team loves him as they should because he's just an amazing guy.

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Tom Brady talking about his Relationship with Rob Gronkowski // via the Tampa Bay Buccaneers YouTube Channel // Sunday, December 19th, 2021

[brb-on-a-quest]

Not to brag or anything but pretty sure I have the best mutuals y’all.