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ELLA PURNELL attending the 81st Venice International Film Festival | via valeriaferreriamakeup

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Did you think she would understand? That she would look at your face, your true face, and give you a kiss?

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*pokes head out*

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the prophecy

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Nicola Coughlan Attends The Loubi Show by Christian Louboutin at Paris Fashion Week 2024 Hair by Halley Brisker and Makeup by Neil Young Styled by Aimee Croysdill 📸: halleybrisker and bazaaruk

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as ander drove, gigi let the sun warm her eyelids and bring a rosy hue to her cheeks while she basked in her little piece of heaven. they'd been on the road for a little over an hour. she'd spent that time comfortably in passenger princess mode: handing him small bites and drinks she'd packed in a cooler... "dj-ing" and filling the car with his favorite songs he'd played for her over the past few months... giving him kisses at every red light and stop sign.

when she felt his touch again, she grinned, squinting over at him as her eyes re-adjusted to the light. she curled her delicate fingers around one of his much larger ones that rested against her thigh -- god, she was obsessed with this man's hands -- giving him a gentle squeeze. she loved seeing him so happy and excited, especially when he was bringing her into such a personal part of his life going to his family's home. in the past, she was careful to not get herself mixed up with her daddy's personal life, but with ander, it felt different. everything felt different. she always wanted more of him.

"i already know i will," she smiled over at him before leaning over the arm rest to press her lips against his shoulder. "a cozy house, the ocean, and an uninterrupted week with you may be my definition of heaven." she sat back again, her fingers releasing his so she could cheekily slide his hand further up her thigh. "will you jump in the water with me when we get there?"

🍒 open to: f / m / nb, 25+.

🍒 plot: ander is a crime boss and your muse is his sugar baby that he's currently driving to his family's coastal summer house to spend some one-on-one time with.

warm sun on his skin, gentle breeze in his hair, no cars on the winding road but the one he's driving, and his sweet little thing at his side — what more could he possibly want? well, a lot more, actually. he and the rest of his organization were gearing up to make a big move back in the city, but ander decided he needed the week away first before they would go through with it. in the off chance that things would go awry and something would happen to him, he needed to give his sugar baby a good and everlasting memory of how much he adores them.

taking his eyes off the road for a moment, he looks over at them and can't help the smile that appears on his face when they turn to look at him as well. he reaches over and allows his hand to engulf their thigh, giving it a few reassuring strokes. ❝ we're almost there. i can't wait for you to see it. you're going to love it. ❞

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DAISY EDGAR-JONES for Atmos Magazine

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@darkwants

PEDRO PASCAL and DAKOTA JOHNSON on the set of the 'Materialists' in New York City

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Gigi thinks she could cum just from the way Dio says her name.

She leans down to press her lips gently across his face, peppering him with sweet kisses with the hope he'll say it again. She gasps at the way his thick fingers work her up, loosening the channel that has always been so tight until she came across him that night. Her mouth it parted as she attempts to breathe, desperate to fill her lungs with the night air and more of him. She nods eagerly at the direction he gives, sitting back and letting him adjust her as he needs to pull his cock from his pants.

She briefly looks down at him to see his hard member standing at firm, hot attention for her. It's unlike anything she could've dreamed about: long, red, swollen, and she wants to touch him but gasps when he wraps his arm around her to pull her back against him. She can feel his length scalding against her, and she gasped when he collects her wetness to spread it across himself and notch at her opening.

She can't help the squeak that escapes her when she begins her descent. She'd assumed with the way his fingers had spread her apart, how much slick had accumulated between her thighs, and how floaty she felt from the high that she would be more than ready to take him. But she tightens at the intrusion, her thighs shaking until he hits the right spot against her wall. She moans and wrinkles her brow, battling between the varying sensations going through her body.

"It's too big," she giggles, hazy eyes opening for a moment before she lets her forehead fall against his. She wraps her arms around his neck again, shifting her weight forward so she can use him to leverage her body more slowly, and she lets another inch slide inside her. "Dio," she whines, rolling her hips in attempt to move and finally feeling him slide the rest of the way.

"Oh, Gigi." He breathes out her name against her soft skin, a gravelly chuckle vibrating against the curve of her delicious throat. "Gigi. Gigi. Gigi. How could I ever say no to that?" In this lone stolen moment between them, the pliant little creature in his arms has offered him the universe incarnate. Who is he to turn down such an offering? Dio has never been a selfless man, after all. Teeth graze the sharpened line of her delicate jaw, those two fingers continuing to work and stretch her tight cunt even as his other hand reluctantly relinquishes its hold on a perky, rounded breast. "Sit back a little and raise your hips," he coaxes, leaning back to look at her adorable little face again. He drinks in her heavy-lidded gaze and the effects of the high on her eyes and cheeks. There's hardly any space between them anymore; certainly not enough to do what he needs to.

"That's it, kitten." The dark male's praise comes all too warmly, thumb still taunting her swollen clit as his other hand works at the buckle of his belt and the zip of his pants. "You're gonna feel like fuckin' heaven." A heavy arm wraps around her, eagerly pulling her slight body back to him. Only then does Dio retrieve his thick fingers from the warmth of her, using her honey to slather and stroke his turgid cock into position. "Lower yourself slowly, yeah? Grab my shoulders." His meaty head pushes between her plush and dripping folds, muscular thighs burning with the restraint of keeping himself from just fucking into her with the wild abandon that his primal nature begs of him. "Wanna feel you suck me in — gonna enjoy this ride."

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the best of ness: [7/?]

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ELLA PURNELL in Variety "Making a Scene" (2024)

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“Are we just friends if it’s your breath on my neck late at night or if it’s our laced fingers beneath your covers? How tightly do we need to be pressed against each other before you admit that you aren’t doing this for warmth? How many times does your thumb need to brush my lips before we realize that we’ve gone too far?”

— tara love / this. this is too far. (via ink-and-oceans)

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It’s the little things with you ❦

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