#falsegod

[fitsinthepalm]

you act like yours is better... peter and the albatross are literally tied for #1 for me

LMAO i’m laughing so hard the way our favorites are sooooo different is wild

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false god

Lando Norris x reader

summary: in which after every fight comes the makeup sex

inspired by the song False God by Taylor Swift

warnings: smut, mentions of fighting

author's note: this is pretty much just smut without a real a plot. I hope you enjoy reading, and please let me know your thoughts :)

word count: 1.5k

we were crazy to think, crazy to think this could work, remember how I said I'd die for you?

You and Lando were never afraid to say what was on your mind and it often lead to quite loud fights. Screaming at each other, slamming doors, dishes flying around and breaking. It wasn't something you were proud of.

However, no matter how much you fought, you loved each other unconditionally. It was hell when you fought but heaven when you we'rent fighting. And though all the fighting was taking a toll on your relationship, there was always a positive side to it.

The makeup sex was out of this world. With angry words turning to screams of pleasure.

Maybe you were crazy. Thinking it would be okay to fight every other day but you didn't care. Sometimes all you cared about was the sex.

You couldn't really pinpoint what it was exactly. Maybe it was the way Lando pinned you against the wall. His breath hot against your skin as he whispered in your ear.

I can't talk to you when you're like this, staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town, I'm New York City, I still do it for you, babe

"You know, I really hate when you're like this. I can't stand it," he'd say, referring to your behavior during your fights.

His hands would be all over you, teasing, making you beg for it. He'd always start running circles on your stomach. And then he'd painfully slowly move a few inches closer to your waist, often playing with the fabric of whatever pants you were wearing.

You'd try your best but always failed not to give in to the feelings. At one point or another, you'd always let out a whimper that was filled with need. The need to feel his hands on your clit, the need to feel his dick pulsating inside your dripping pussy.

And always, without a fail, whenever you'd make any sound or movement that would reveal your neediness, Lando would smirk. He'd feel proud seeing how he made you feel. And he would have to give it his all not to give into the feeling too soon. Last thing he wanted was to give you the satisfaction of him buckling under pressure.

"Please, Lando," you'd whimper in the hopes of him giving up.

but we might just get away with it, religions in your lips even if it's a false god, we'd still worship

You'd buckle your hips, you'd tangle your hands in his hair to pull him closer to you. You'd kiss him hard and passionately, not allowing the either of you a moments rest until you were almost out of breath completely.

A groan would escape Lando's throat as he'd pull away from you. Sometimes, you'd let your hands make their way away from his hair and down towards Lando's growing erection.

Quickly, however, Lando would put an end to whatever it would be that you would try. Shaking his head, he'd say, "What do you think you're doing?"

He'd proof to you he was the leader. That he was the one who called the shots.

"We can stop this thing right here and right now," the taunt echoing in your ears. "Unless you can play nice."

There it was again. The smirk. It held so much power over you it was ridiculous.

You hated it but you had no other choice but play by Lando's rules. So, for now you kept your hands to yourself and let Lando do whatever he wanted with your body.

He'd start pulling your pants lower to make way so his hand could slip into your panties. Lando's fingers burning with each touch.

His hand would rest on your clit for what felt like an eternity. He'd keep his eyes locked on yours. Lando loved seeing the pain in your eyes when he didn't immediately give you what you wanted. Sometimes he'd even stop there and leave you hanging with a need only he could fill.

But more often than not, his fingers started to slowly move around. First, just playing with your sensitive clitoris. Pressing down ever so slightly, he'd make circles as the tip of his finger would tease the entrance of your pussy, feeling just how wet you were.

Moans would escape and your back would arch against whatever surface you were on. Your head thrown back, you could feel Lando's lips attack your neck. He loved leaving wet kisses everywhere. He loved having you a whimpering mess under his touch.

He'd continue teasing your pussy with his fingers while his other hand would sometimes rest on your neck. And with each movement you'd make, Lando's grip would tighten. Denying you air, making you feel lightheaded and causing the feeling to be that more intoxicating.

"Tell me what you want," he'd say. His voice raspy and dark.

Yours, however, would be barely above a whisper as you tried to get the words out.

"I want- I want you to fuck me."

Lando hummed proudly. "Good girl," he would praise you before he rammed two fingers inside you.

we might just get away with it, the altar is my hips, even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love

You could feel how his digits curled up inside you, moving back and forth and bringing you closer and closer to your climax with each movement. At the same time, Lando could feel you get wetter every second. He'd enjoy hearing you whimper and moan under his touch.

"You like that, huh," he'd say as he continued on.

Sometimes he'd make you cum on his fingers, other times he'd stop just before you could ride out your high. But your personal favorite had to be when he used his tongue along side his fingers.

Lando would slow down the movements his hands were making, never stopping completely as he would lower himself so that he was facing your crotch. He'd pull - or rip - your panties off, saying something about how they were always in the way.

You could feel his hot breathe on your pussy as he would take his time first admiring the look in front of him. You'd whimper and beg and moan. You would always try to do something to get his lips to close the gap sooner.

And when he would finally crash his mouth on your clit, you'd let out a loud scream of pleasure. You could feel Lando's voice vibrate against your skin, intensifying the satisfaction.

He'd usually continue working on you with his fingers and mouth long enough for you to cum. After which he'd lick his fingers clean, tasting every last bit of your juices.

You would left a panting mess, every breath getting caught up in your throat.

But it wouldn't matter to Lando. He'd pick you up and lay you down you on the bed or the couch - or even on the kitchen table. Any surface would do during moments like this.

Lando would usually give you a moment to rest but just enough so that you could catch your breath. After that, he'd get right back to work. He'd rip off your clothes, giving you kisses whilst doing so. He would let you pull his shirt off of his back but he'd usually rush to take his pants off himself.

Sometimes, you'd take his dick in your mouth. Gagging as the tip of it would hit the back of your throat, saliva dripping from the corners of your lips. Lando would praise you, tell you you were a good girl and how well you were taking his dick.

He'd let himself fall off your mouth before he could cum. He wanted to be inside you when he did that. To feel your wet walls pulsating around him.

Lando would position himself at your entrance. He'd tease your folds with the head of his dick and usually you'd yet again beg for him to just push it in, to fuck you until it was too painful to walk.

Lando would always be happy to comply. He'd usually start off slow. Barely moving his hips back and forth before he'd grow tired of waiting. He loved hearing you scream his name so he'd usually fasten his pace soon.

It wouldn't take long before the two of you were moaning and panting. Sweat dripping as Lando would hold himself on top of you with his arms pushing into the surface underneath him.

And almost always, you'd reach your high at the same time. You could feel Lando's load shooting inside you, just as he could feel your walls clenching around him. The two of you collapsing next to each other afterwards.

Sometimes in those moments, right after the sex, you couldn't help but wonder what had led you to have such a heated argument yet again. It was like you had wandered off an invisible path. But you were more than thankful that each time you seemed to find a way back. Maybe it was blind faith all along guiding you.

[cherryslips]

sooooo close!!!

did someone say bingo night?

[nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes]

so when i go to @guiltypleasure it says the blog doesn’t exist but for some reason i can’t have the url?? i think probably someone changed their url from that to something else and i just gotta wait 24 hours, but it’s a pain in the ass

[veone]

it’s the alpha kidol hair cc creators acting like their doing something unique for me.

[eric-sadahire]

Can I tell you all about my personal relationship with our lord and savior?

[elianaodeleya]

Unbenounced to many these holidays they choose to celebrate is in servitude to idols. Stop keeping the traditions of men and keep God's laws. Pagan holidays are all idolatry! #DOS #NEWYEAR #FALSEGODS #PAGAN #IDOLATRY #SPRINGISTHENEWYEAR https://www.instagram.com/p/CmvcXPNOIPZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[metaphysicalpistolsoraclemine]

Eye of Yahweh

Upon the invasion of the planet that transpired in stages since the Luciferian Rebellion, the Negative Alien Agenda NAA was formed by the intruders to prepare the inhabitants of the planet to worship False Alien Gods, such as Yahweh and Jehovah. Both of these are collectives that feed into Negative Aliens group of Archons that feed on the planetary fields through those humans that pray, give offerings, and worship these alien entities through the creation of their Violent Religions. These are sophisticated Mind Control matrices that run the religious software programs through False White Lightwebbing that is designed to capture the human soul in Consciousness Traps. These are called Eye of Yahweh and Eye of Jehovah, they operate as refraction lenses that bend light into artificial holograms and synthetic timelines.

 Every time we touch money, exchange money, we are dealing with Egyptian Curses and anti-human Black Magic. We have been born into a structure that has been enslaved by something ancient that has been hidden from everybody, yet is everywhere, we can’t get away from it, because it’s everywhere in the structures of control. As a witness for all of us, I’m understanding why it’s so hard to complete this, because it IS everywhere. It’s in every organization used to control the society of the world we live in by the Power Elite.

We don’t have a lot of alternatives in fully detaching ourselves; being stuck in the system as it is, and recognizing the Egyptian overlays are everywhere. They are in the stock market, the banking system, everything that we have to touch when we pay for things, rent, bills, we’re in an Egyptian Curse, we’re in the timeline of the energies that they have used form that point in time as a power source. The Federal Reserve, these structures of governament have taken— when we see the obelisk, when we see these monuments that are erected as honoring government all of this is a type of occult knowledge that has been taken from the Masons, but it goes back to Egypt and further into the Essenes, and beyond.

But there is a "Big Black Block" in the Egyptian timelines, because it seems that the primary energy force that is harvested from human beings to maintain power in this world, meaning this small 1%, this Illuminati, these governing bodies — they are drawing upon a regular source of power from the Egyptian timelines and work as automatons mind controlled by the Orion Group.

By doing that, they are creating more karmic exhaust for unconscious humaity, more curses, the more people blindly feed into it— because obviously, there’s not a lot of choices on a Prison Planet.

Or is there...?

A way out for some, is 12 base Ascension through 12 Based Ascension Mechanics.

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[falsegod]

Why does America have so many natural disasters. Are they really more common or is it just because no one cares about the rest of the world

[lettersfromgod]

▶ JUDGMENT AND WOE - "The Wrath of The Lamb!… THE LION!" (with voice over): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G70FSwFw9mI&list=PL6D1BC949E9840878&index=46

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