#silvas

[amalgamcorps]

plushophile plushophile plushophileplushophileplushophiledsrfbvsae

[sedge-yells-at-japan]

Well. Huh.

Where is "family uniform"? Granted, that could just be a weird cultural thing—both the Vermillion branches have that going, and they seem mostly okay, mostly.

[newsk112]

Ariane da Silva's team says scale miss due to tumor treatment

UFC women’s flyweight Ariane da Silva stepped on the scale Friday morning closer to the bantamweight division, and her team has since provided a shocking explanation. Da Silva (17-10 MMA, 6-7 UFC) is scheduled to face Wang Cong at UFC 316 (pay-per-view, ESPN, ESPN+) in a preliminary bout at Prudential Center in Newark, N.J., but the fight was in jeopardy of not going forward after the official…

[vanillinwrites]

surrender to me

Thinking about how utterly humiliating it'd be to be forced to ride your yandere-

Tw: non-con, dub-con, extreme feelings of guilt and shame, reader is an active participant in their own assault 

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It's bad enough when he pins you down to whatever surface is nearby, taking whatever he wants from you, forcing you to take whatever he gives you. It's bad enough that you're helpless to his advances, that he can so easily overpower you, use you like his own personal toy. It's bad enough that he fucks you so good, hitting that spot that has you nearly screaming, keeping up the relentless pace until your legs shake, and making sure you always cum at least once, though he always always tries for more.

It's worse when he pulls you on top of him. At least when you're underneath him you can say it's not your fault, that you have no hand in what happens to you.

But now, as you straddle his waist, his cock buried deep inside you, he tells you to "ride me, come on, just the way you like it" you feel shame wash over you. He's your kidnapper, he took everything from you, and now he wants you to be an active participant in your torment. Everything in your rebels against the idea, tells you to fight it, to hold onto your pride at any and all costs. But it's not like you have a choice, you know what disobeying him means- you've faced too many punishments to risk another.

Shame eats at you as you begin to move, hesitant and humiliated, but unwilling to disobey. You rock your hips, trying not to shutter with every drag of his length along your walls. You're so wet for him and you know he can tell. You close your eyes, you don't want to see the way he's looking at you, can't bare to see the adoration in his eyes when you fuck yourself on his cock and he can't help but whisper that you're "such a good girl for me".

You hate that it feels good, that even your leisurely pace is making you bite back moans and fight the urge to ride him harder, to make yourself cum, and to feel him cum too. He grabs your hips, guiding you to pick up the pace a little, and you curse that he knows exactly what you like. He knows just how to guide your movements to make you tremble and whimper as he fucks you, he knows exactly what will have you moaning and gushing around him. He knows exactly how to make you his perfect little whore.

It's too much- the absolute misery of the situation is more than you can bear. You're riding your kidnapper, moaning and crying out for him, feeling your orgasm creep up on you too fast. It’s humiliating in a way that nothing else can compare to, nothing he’s ever done to you has been quite so potently horrid. 

You can't tell if he's still forcing your hips into the rhythm or if you've given into it, can't really tell if he's thrusting up into you or if your just bouncing on his cock that hard- but you're so close, and he feels so good inside you, and you want to cum so bad. You should be fighting this, but you’re not. You’re rocking your hips against his and whining his name and begging for more. 

"Gonna cum?" He asks, voice a little bit teasing but mostly breathless at the way you move above him and the way you feel around him. He tells you all the time that he loves you, that you belong to him, that he’d do anything to keep you all to himself. In moments like this, it’s easy to believe that. You nod, desperate for release. "Go on, then,” he encourages, moving his hips against yours to meet you halfway as you move. 

You do- with a desperate cry of his name you feel your orgasm wash over you, crashing down on you and you can think of nothing else but his length filling you up, hitting so deep inside you and stretching you out so wide. It's so dirty; knowing you threw away all your morality and pride for this- you let yourself be used by man you should hate just so you could get off, you practically begged him for it. 

Because no matter how your mind tries to convince itself this isn't what you want, your body knows this is exactly what you want. 

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[cxbauer]

Movió la cabeza hacia donde provenía la voz, reconociendo de inmediato, al contrario, imposible no hacer ante la horrible situación en la que se encontraba por lo que le regalo una sonrisa. “Bueno eso al menos nos da un poco de consuelo a ambos ¿no es así?” pregunto en un tono divertido, aunque también cansado antes de recargarse suavemente contra el macetero detrás de ella. “Al menos el invernadero es un buen escondite, no les interesa pasar mucho tiempo aquí, aunque no entiendo el porqué, es hermoso” alzo la mirada para apreciar todo a su alrededor.  

levantó la vista de la flor que acariciaba entre sus dedos y giró levemente la cabeza hacia interlocutora. ladeó la cabeza, observándola con curiosidad antes de esbozar una sonrisa breve, casi perezosa. ' estamos en la misma. ' comentó con ligereza. ' no creo que pueda causarme más problemas de los que ya tengo encima. ' se giró completamente, apoyando una mano en la mesa donde descansaban varias macetas pequeñas.

[thecollectibles]

Whistling beast by Raphaël Silva

[ao3topshipsbracket]

Top Femslash Ships Bracket - FINALS

[jonathan-bailey]

He's got his spell on me.

[olympain]

Parents are for telling their children who they're supposed to be. We're here to give you tools, to help you make fools of yourselves, all on your own. Your choices, Clark. Your actions. That's what makes you who you are. Tell you something, son. I couldn't be… more proud of you.

[weirdtvland]

Sly Stone & his newly wife Kathy Silva, 1974.

[avasillva]

like orpheus, i am not strong enough to not look at what i want

[amalgamcorps]

does your brain hold you hostage?

[sedge-yells-at-japan]

I don't remember if it was ever explained why the Silvamillion split into the Silvas and Vermillions, but.

It was to obscure all the inbreeding, right?

I mean, how else are you going to cultivate those great big pools of mana? Outbreeding?

Yea, nah. They split up so that they could keep marrying their attractive cousins while pointing to the different family names on the wedding invites and going "See?"

[lookingathotstuff]

[supfag]

CARLOS REYES 9-1-1: LONE STAR (5.12)