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People who say that we don't get good movies anymore are so stupid and ignorant.

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did you hear. the sun loves him

go see my son, the poster child for uncomplicated good

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Milo Manheim 🤍

Disney Channel Wand ID (2025)

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Artist : https://www.instagram.com/aster4ria/

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The last time I seen my brother. The last time I seen the sun. Just for a few hours, we was free.

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(Part 1? lol)This got more ridiculous than I intended but here we are, a little rujinu aquarium date shenanigan inspired by @galaxyspeaking ‘s great aquarium date concept! I have a part 2 sketched out that’s more romantic and sappy but we’ll see if and when I get to it 🐠

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Married Anthony is lowkey the funniest character in Bridgerton. His rage is still slowly burning under the surface but his wife waltzes in and goes “don’t worry dear it’ll be fine” and he’s just like “yeah you’re soooo right and soooo hot.” As he should

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Kanthony Sleeping Beauty Au as a little treat

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Closet Munch

Summary: While dancing with your husband at the opening night of the twins' juke joint, you get needy for him.

Pairing: bo chow x reader

Warnings: grinding, dancing, dirty talk, kissing, oral(fem receiving), Bo being a munch, fingering, porn with little plot

"Annie, have you seen Bo?" You scan the room for your husband but find no sight of him. Your fingers were itching to hold him. Your body was calling to feel his against you.

"I think he's in there playing cards with some of the guys." She points to one of the more secluded rooms with tables. You thank her with a smile and squeeze through the crowd of dancing bodies to reach your husband. You smile when you finally spot him at one of the tables.

You walk up to him with a sway of your hips. When he sees you, all interest in the game moves solely onto you. You grasp the collar of his shirt and pull him up, his body towering above yours. "Dance with me Bo," you say in a seductive tone. He puts out his cigarette and follows you mindlessly to the dance floor, much to his opponent's dismay.

You press your back against his chest and sway your bodies along with the music. His hands settle on your hips, guiding you to the rhythm. One of your hands reach up to thread through his hair as he kisses your neck. You tilt your head back on his shoulder and turn to nibble on his ear, causing his grip on your hips to tighten.

"I want you," you whisper in his ear. He lets out a grunt when you grind your ass against him. He steps back for a moment to scan the joint in search for any empty rooms. He grabs your hand and pushes past the sweaty bodies towards an empty storage closet.

He locks the door before slamming his lips onto yours. You shove him against the door as you greedily make out. His hands move down to squeeze at your ass, making you let out a whine. You gasp against his lips when he switches places with you so you're now pinned against the door.

He leans down to lift you up into his arms. Your arms wrap tight around his neck for better grip. You pull back from his lips out of breath and fight the urge to kiss him again when he chases your lips. "I need to feel your tongue...please." You shamelessly beg him.

He smirks and gently lowers you onto the wooden floor. His hand rests behind your head, careful not to hurt it on the hard wood. When your back is fully rested against the floor, he lowers his body a bit, letting you feel how hard you've made him. "You want my tongue huh?"

You bite your lip and nod. "You always make me feel so good."

"Don't I know it. I know how my pretty lady likes to be licked." He leans down and licks a trail up your neck, causing your breath to hitch. He smiles against your skin, loving the effect he has on you.

His hand trails down your dress as he continuously makes out with your neck. His touch sends shivers down your spine as it lingers up your thigh to the spot you crave him most. His movements are too slow for your liking. Your body burns with anticipation and need.

"Bo, please!" You helplessly beg.

He pauses his kisses on your exposed cleavage and looks up at you with a raised brow. "Patience darlin'. You interrupted my game, least you can do is let me enjoy this." He chuckles when you groan with an eye roll.

He pulls back and you frown at the loss of his body heat. He pulls up the skirt of your dress and smiles as if he discovered some secret hidden treasure. In all honesty, he felt like he had. "You wanted me that bad huh?" He looks at you with a prideful smirk.

"I did... I do! I need you so bad Bo!"

"That's what I like to hear." He leans down but pauses to give you one last look before disappearing under your skirt. You throw your head back when you feel his tongue lick a stripe from your entrance up to your clit before sucking on the bundle of nerves. He repeats that action, driving you crazy.

You search for anything to grab onto for support. Normally you'd bury your fingers in his dark hair but it was hidden under your skirt. Sensing your growing frustration, Bo offers his hand while the other squeezes your thigh.

You don't hesitate to squeeze down on his hand, his wedding ring feeling cool against your hot burning skin. Your mind thinks back to the night you put that ring on his finger and said "I do." You think to how good he made you feel that night too just like he's doing right now. All these years later and he never once lost his magic touch that made you a puddle in his strong hands.

You clench on his finger as he slowly opens you up wider. He curls it just right, gently massaging your g spot. Before you could beg him for more, he inserts another finger. He knows your body so well. He knows you so well.

"Bo!" You scream so loud, the guests of the joint could probably hear you over Slim and Sammie's music.

"You gonna cum for me darlin'?" He mutters against you.

"Uh huh!"

"Uh huh? Do it then!" He speeds up his fingers while his tongue frantically flicks against your sensitive clit. "Soak my fuckin' face baby like I know you can!"

Your legs spasm out of control around his head. Your whole body shutters as you reach the peak he flew you to. As you float back down to the juke joint here on earth, you loosen your tight grip on him.

He removes himself from under your shirt with a wide grin covered in your juices. "You think you can give me some more?"

You let out a defeated sigh, "I'd probably need a minute after what you did to me." You end your sentence with a breathless chuckle, one that he copies.

"You can rest in the car. That'll be enough time for you to recover before I fuck you in our bed." He leans down to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. "How does that sound? Good plan?"

"Mhm," you hum back before reconnecting your lips with his. He offers you a hand and helps you straighten yourself out to look presentable before you go back out to the crowd.

He has to keep an arm around your waist to help keep you upright as your legs are sore and achy. "You two headed home already?" Cornbread asks seeing you two walk out.

"I gotta get the missus back home. She hurt herself dancing and I don't want her makin' it worse." Bo blatantly lies.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you feel better Y/n." He waves with a smile.

"Thanks Cornbread, you have a nice night."

Cornbread does a double take when the two of you start speeding your pace towards the car. He furrows his eyebrows, you don't seem in pain. He scoffs when he sees Bo pinch your butt while you get in the car. "Those two, always fuckin' around."

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the wind was a paid actor

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BAD AND CRAZY 배드 앤 크레이지 dir. Yoo Sun-Dong

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sabrinacarpenter: New special edition cover of Man’s Best Friend available to pre-order now exclusively on rose vinyl 🌷

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"you attract what you fear"

AHHHHHH A RICH BENEFACTOR WHO WILL FUND ALL MY WEIRD CREATIVE ENDEAVOURS NOOOOOO STAY AWAYYYY

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Loving Vincent (2017) | dir. Dorota Kobiela, Hugh Welchman

The film brings the paintings of Vincent van Gogh to life to tell his remarkable story. Every one of the 65,000 frames of the film is an oil-painting hand-painted by 125 professional oil-painters who travelled from all across the world to the Loving Vincent studios in Poland and Greece to be a part of the production.

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mood

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