#fucking pretty

[frnkiebby]

like at least 17~🎃

[lonelyvampx]

curls X dimples = dangerous combo ❤️‍🔥

[m3t4llica-4-l1fe]

love on me || load era james hetfield, 18+

You're laying in you and your boyfriend's shared bed, watching a random TV show as you wait for him to get back home. You missed him more than anything right now, you haven't seen him in half a year now because of touring.

And it wasn't until 2 long hours later, after 6 whole months of being home alone, that he finally returned. Finally.

You hear his truck pull into the driveway before coming to a stop, the sound of his door slamming shut filling your ears. He opens the front door since you never locked it, and he kicks his boots off, quickly traveling through the house and upstairs to you guys' bedroom at almost the speed of light.

You look over from your spot on the bed, a grin tugging at the corners of James' lips as he sees you on the bed, impatiently waiting. Waiting for him. The grin is definitely cocky, but it's more soft and loving than anything. He missed his sweet, beautiful girl. He needed her too. He needed her badly. He shuffles over to the bed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You instantly sit up as he walks over to you, leaning your head up to eagerly return the kiss. You sigh softly at the familiar feeling of his soft, plump lips against yours for the first time in lord knows how long, and you murmur out between kisses, "Missed you s'much, James.."

"Missed you too, baby. God, I've missed you so much," He murmurs in response, gently pushing you back so you're laying down again, careful not to hurt you. You feel James climb on top of you, his elbows resting on either side of your head to hold himself up so he doesn't crush you. His hands cup your jaw gently, his lips still meeting yours in a series of soft, passionate, yet needy kisses.

You moan quietly against his lips, the sound ringing in his ears and making his cock grow hard and stiff in his jeans. His hands move down to find purchase on your hips, his knees the only thing keeping himself propped up.

His right hand dips down between your thighs, teasingly close to where you need it, but never even brushing your aching core. A shiver runs straight down your spine as James trails his lips down your neck after parting from the kiss, sucking and licking on the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. Your eyes flutter closed, your hand moving to grip his soft, short hair as his beard grazes the sensitive skin of your neck.

His hands slide under the waistband of your pajama pants, tugging them down to your knees. You push your pajama pants further down your legs, kicking them off your feet and watching as James pulls your soaked panties down as well, his eyes locking your wet pussy. He groans lightly at the sight, his eyes darkening with raw desire and love. His hands move to your knees to spread your legs wider before undoing his belt, making quick work to undo his uncomfortably tight jeans.

He shoves his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion, his rock hard cock springing free from its confines. A bead of precum leaks down his shaft, his hand reaching up to stroke himself a few times as he positions himself between your legs.

After a few teasing seconds of prodding your entrance with the head of his cock, he sinks himself into your tight heat, groaning softly as your walls stretch around him. Your hands move up to grip onto his, interlocking your fingers with his as your hands rest on either side of your head, your pussy stretching out around his thick cock and hugging it like a glove.

He holds your hands a little tighter, his breathing growing ragged as his eyes gaze over your face, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort

"Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.. missed this so bad.." He rambles on, leaning over your body and pressing his lips against your neck as he bottoms out inside of you, desperately fighting off the urge to pound you into the mattress at any given moment.

He wants to take his time with you, to have you all to himself after all these months without seeing you. Yeah, phone calls are a thing, but they weren't enough. He missed you more than anything, and he certainly missed being inside of you like this. He leans up and looks down into your eyes with his half-lidded one, his lips parted as he whispers softly, "Tell me when I can move, okay?"

You give him a small nod, and with that, he slowly starts moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you at a gentle pace. His thumbs brush over your knuckles soothingly as you whimper softly, the pain almost overpowering the pleasure.

"Easy, baby, I've got you. Takin' me so well," He praises softly, the words starting to put you at ease. The pain slowly fades away, being replaced with pure pleasure.

He continues his slow and steady thrusts in and out of you, leaning down to kiss you gently. You kiss him back, his hips meeting yours in a sensual grind, pushing himself deeper inside of you. The tip of his dick hits the spot inside of you that makes your head spin, and he picks up the pace slightly after watching your head loll to the side, a small moan escaping your parted lips. He grunts a little, his thrusts becoming slighter deeper as he holds your hands.

"Look so pretty like this, you know that? Being such a good girl for me," He mutters, not even caring if you're listening to him or not. But, to his luck, you were. His words make your cheeks flush red, a wave of arousal and desire coursing through your body as your eyes close.

You feel the knot in your stomach start to form, your orgasm already getting embarrassingly close as you moan softly, your body heating up and shuddering underneath him. He lets go of one of your hands, bringing his own hand down to rub circles against your clit.

Your back arches off the bed, hips twitching and muscles tensing as he rubs at your clit, a whimper leaving your mouth as your eyes shut tighter. "Oh fuck..." You breathe, your voice strained as you moan, your head falling back against the pillows.

James moans softly as your walls tighten around him, his cock throbbing inside of you, desperate for release. He picks up the pace, covering your neck in soft, gentle kisses, a contrast to his rough love-making.

"Fuck, I missed you so much, baby girl... never gonna leave you like that again.." He moans, his shaft twitching inside of you as he gets closer to orgasm. Your walls hug his dick tighter, a low groan escaping his throat.

His thrusts turn sloppy, his hand still rubbing at your clit. Your hips buck and twitch, your muscles tensing even more as you whimper.

"Cum for me, sweet girl," He murmurs, kissing your cheek as he thrusts harder into you, sending you over the edge. With a soft whine, your eyes roll back a little as you cum, your orgasm washing over you harder than ever. He grunts and moans, his breathing heavy and ragged as he cums as well, emptying himself deep inside of you.

It takes you two a few seconds to come down from your orgasms, but once you do, he pulls out of you slowly. He leans down, kissing you softly as he moves his hands down to rub your hips soothingly.

"Be right back," He whispers softly, and you just hum in response as he walks out of the room. About a minute later, he comes back with a warm, wet rag. He sits on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs gently before carefully starting to clean you off, being sure not to brush any sensitive areas.

Once he's done, he pulls his hand away, tossing the rag to the side before scooting in bed beside you, his arms wrapping around you protectively. His hand rubs your back gently as he plants a gentle kiss to your temple.

You rest your head on his chest, listening to the calming sound of his heartbeat as he rubs your back. You missed being in his arms like this, nothing else could calm you down as much as this did.

Your eyes flutter closed as he whispers, "Get some sleep, sweetie, I'll be right here when you wake up."

And with that, you slowly start falling asleep, your boyfriend drifting off as well once he's sure you're asleep.

[sam-victor-freeman]

i have no idea how to draw back

[wtfuckevenknows]

Not gonna lie, I miss walking past this building every day 💗

[exsqueezememacaroni]

Fantômas at Big Day Out, Sydney Australia, 2009 Part 1

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[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[bodygirls]

GIRL IN SEXY LINGERIE

[mysillycomics]

[frnkiebby]

that fucking haircut gets me every GODDAMN time~🎃

[clownboybebop]

if you’re ever in the position to choose between giving up and accepting defeat, and actually trying to fight the ancient unkillable god that is about to peel apart reality like a string cheese, remember this: scientifically speaking, you might as well give it a shot!

1.there were trees at the beginning of the world! there were trees so long ago that they predate bacteria that causes wood to decay. when a tree fell, it would lie there in stasis and there wasn’t any way of breaking down wood xylem on a molecular level in that way.

2. it seems obvious to say, but wood eating bacteria are literally incapable of comprehending what they’re breaking down. It’s just not information conciously available to a microorganism. they don’t know what they’re deconstructing, where it came from, bacteria have no way to even fathom the existence of a tree as a concept.

3. Regardless of the facts above, the world we live in today is a world where wood inevitably decomposes

it is worth fighting the unkillable god no matter how pointless it seems. it is worth taking the risk even though youre trying to accomplish something impossible. the reality in which you live was also once reality in which trees didn’t rot. You live in a reality that allows for existence before the possibility of destruction. you live in a reality where uncomprehending microbes break down matter that is so far beyond the scope of their comprehension that it feels comical to specify something so obvious. you live in a reality that occasionally allows unshakeable physical truths to be altered with no warning.

It is worth fighting the unkillable god because trees are so old they predate the source of their destruction, and it still did not spare them. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because bacteria rots unthinkingly, because there is room in our cosmos for destruction without comprehension on the part of the destroyer. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because now and then reality retracts the promise of immortality without fanfare, and when that happens there is no mercy for the ancient. the unmaking is not softer for the desecrators ignorance. for all things, existence is endless until the exact point where it ends.

so you might as well try to kill the unkillable god. it doesn’t seem likely, but at the beginning of the world, trees didn’t rot. so you never know! you never know

[visenyaism]

seven years ago in the name of tolerating free speech from all political perspectives my nasty ass evil university let an army of tiki torch wielding nazis shouting jews will not replace us march through grounds threatening the lives of students and community members with zero police presence. and today they retroactively changed campus policy around tents so they could send in the cops to bust up the gaza memorial vigil. genuinely fucking stomach turning

[sam-victor-freeman]

babygirl in his babygirly pose

[ink-the-artist]

Love the contrast between the Americans’ “Apollo” and the Soviets’ “Sputnik.” You got the Americans naming their rocket after a Greek god trying to communicate the grandness and importance of this rocket. And you got the Soviets naming their rocket “fellow traveler.” Like a friend you go on an  adventure with together. This rocket is our little friend lol 

[irenablogsworld]

🔞click👇👇👇

[bodygirls]

TEEN SEXY POSE