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lewis during their set

Atta Boy show at Union Pool | NYC | 11.01.23

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Reblog if you're shorter than 5'8.

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If this pops up while you’re scrolling, I wish you unconditional love and massive success.

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I have so many questions about this outfit! Also the cowboy hat on the window corner - crying

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"No one else can make you cum, I'll ruin you for anyone ever again. You're mine to play with, to destroy, to love. Forget ever leaving."

🥴🥴🥴

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Girls with the kindest hearts suck it the sloppiest

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shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode

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Sometimes, you don't realize the changes that are happening, but your mom is usually the first one to notice that the temperature has changed in the room a little bit [...] You know, popping my collar. She keeps trying to take down my collar. She's like, "Glen, could look a little douchey," and I'm like, "Well, you know, Hollywood's sort of douchey sometimes..." [x]

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You got perfect teeth. Look at the teeth, America. No, I never had braces. I just pushed those puppies in just during social studies. That's what I did.

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to break in a new house or apartment,  boxes scattered about and furniture newly placed

Screams Bob after y'all move into your new house ;)

abby, i'm giggling and kicking my feet because yeah, it's so domestic bob in his new house.

minors and ageless blogs dni, explicit sexual content under the read more.

So basically, Bob wouldn’t hire movers.

“A little manual labor never hurt anyone,” Bob insists, which is all well and good until the Daggers head out in the evening, leaving you both in your new house, surrounded by sealed boxes and askew furniture, drenched in sweat and absolutely exhausted.

Bob digs around in the boxes on the counter - labeled kitchen in his familiar uppercase scrawl - and fishes out the bubble-wrapped wine glasses. You order a pizza and eat it on the floor of the living room with a bottle of red wine that Natasha brought over as a house-warming gift for you both.

You have a glass of wine and another and another, and soon enough, Bob has you pinned on the wood floor, cheeks wine-flushed, glasses askew on his nose.

“This is our house,” Bob murmurs between kisses. He nibbles along your neck, making you arch into him, head back. “You know what that means?”

“What?”

“We have to make it ours. Christen the house,” Bob says against your neck. He pulls your shirt over your head and sheds his own. He looks so good, arms bulging from the all-day workout, chest flushed.

You exhale a laugh. “Oh? Is that right?”

“Yeah,” Bob says. “Every room.”

He leans down to kiss your stomach and works his way back up to your breasts, sliding your bra from your shoulders and running his tongue across your nipples, licking and sucking and kissing and nibbling.

“What d’you think? Want to start with this room?”

He kneels, looking down at you, fingers skating down your hips to grip you more firmly, waiting for your response.

“Here? We don’t even have curtains up, Bob.”

He shakes his head, cracks a sly grin that Bob saves for you and you alone. “So?”

You roll your eyes, but really, Bob has had you worked up all damn day, carrying all of those boxes with his sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, his arms glistening; pulling his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

You loop your arms around his neck and whisper, “Let’s give our new neighbors a show.”

You do exactly that when Bob slides a pillow beneath your knees and puts you on all fours in the middle of the living room, surrounded by unpacked boxes, and fucks you into the nice real-wood floor.

None of your friends see much of you in the first week in your new house. You and Bob are far too busy christening every corner.

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For the prompts, how about number 7. I like it when you tell me what to do? I can just imagine Jake saying that to Venus 😏

Everyone say thank you to Helena for giving me a reason to write the Jeep Wrangler fucking fic!

"Get in the car."

The four words are music to Jake's eyes. It doesn't matter that it's been said in a hushed, demanding tone. In fact, that makes it all the more better.

He nods, quickly getting out a couple twenties from his wallet to give to the bartender. Venus grabs his free hand, leading him away from the bar, away from all those who were trying to flirt with him.

Jake didn't flirt back, he would never. And while she knew that, it didn't stop the green eyed monster from coming out.

But rather than yelling or throwing drinks, she had found a better way to deal with jealousy.

"Get in the back." Her breathing is ragged from kissing him, hands on his chest to press him against the car door.

"I like it when you tell me what to do," Jake smirks.

"I can tell by your raging boner," she remarks, her fingers unbuttoning the top three of his shirt, allowing the silver chain around his neck to glisten in the moonlight.

With anyone else, Jake would have been embarrassed. But with Venus, it just eggs him on. Over two years now and it's still mesmerizing the effect she has on him, her effortless ability to render him so quickly.

"What can I say V," he leans down to be at eye level with her, "You're fucking gorgeous."

She tries to fight back a smile, her eyes closed, fingers seemingly frozen on his shirt.

"Get in the car before I take you right here Seresin," She mutters, trying to sound demanding. It helps that she's brushing her raised left knee against his growing bulge.

"Anything for you Venus." He places a gentle kiss on her warm cheek before opening the door, following her orders quickly.

As soon as he sat down, she was all over him. Her amber eyes remained locked on his face as she lowered herself down into his lap.

"Oh fuck," Jake groaned upon feeling her bare, wet core grind against his denim covered crotch, "W-when did you take those off?"

"When that blonde was flirting with you," Venus said before sinking her teeth into his unmarked neck.

Fuck military regulations.

Jake's head tipped back, practically presenting himself for her, "God, she was trying so hard. Can't-fuck-can't hold a candle to you V."

A whimper leaves her kiss bitten lips, her hips rolling against his at a near frantic place.

"Need you Jake," she says against his skin. A constellation of bite marks and developing bruises now littered across his pale neck.

"I-I got ya V." One of his hands cupped the back of her neck, allowing him to crash his lips against hers. The other went down, underneath the hemline of her sundress, fingers searching.

A loud moan fell from her lips when his fingers found her soaked entrance, quickly thrusting inside her. It was fast and hard, desperate pants coming from both of them quickly filling up the Jeep Wrangler.

She places a hand against the cool glass to support her as she grinds down against his fingers, thighs shaking from pleasure.

"Fuck you're clenching me so hard. Don't know if I can get a third one in," Jake chuckles.

Her available hand wraps around the silver chain he has on, tugging on it. The pressure around his throat, the way it decreases the amount of oxygen he can take in, causes Jake's cock to throb.

"D-don't know if you'll be able to put your cock in me before coming," She grunts against his lips.

"Think you just want me r-real bad V." His voice is shaking, his cock aching for some kind of relief.

"Want to ride your cock and watch you fall apart underneath me." Her hands fly to his zipper, undoing it and the top button. Jake shimmies his hips, his pants and boxers down to his thighs.

He pulls out of her, using his slick-covered fingers as lubricant for his cock. It wasn't the same with his fingers than hers. He knew if he asked she would, but that took away time Jake could spend being inside her.

She lets out a sharp gasp when the thick head of his cock brushes against her entrance. Venus wishes she would get use to it by now, the last thing Jake needs is another ego boost. But god, he's so big and it feels so good to be filled by him again.

Once he's fully inside, he stills, waiting for her to speak, to tell him it was okay.

"Jake, I swear if you don't fucking move-"

There it was.

The sound of skin slapping against skin combined with the little ah-ah-ah's quickly fill up the car, the windows now foggy from their actions.

"How-shit-how do you feel so tight every time?" Jake is barely able to ask, his head buried in the crook of her neck.

Her fingers find his blonde hair, gripping the soft strands for purchase. A witty comeback dies on the tip of her tongue when his cock brushes against the spot that makes her see stars.

Her tight walls clamp down on his cock, causing Jake's eyes to roll to the back of his head. God he loves this, loves being consumed by her and only her. The idea of someone else was absurd. Venus knew this, Jake had make it abundantly clear.

But damn if he didn't love the unexpected benefits of jealousy.

Somehow, his fingers are able to find her aching clit, drawing circles on the bundle of nerves.

"Oh fuck! Jake, fuck!" The worry of being too loud has gone out the door. In fact, she would love for one of those girls to try to find Jake, only to see her riding his cock.

The very thought causes her to increase the speed she's raising and lowering her hips. Jake's are desperately trying to meet hers, thrusting upwards.

Sometimes Venus and Jake liked taking their time, liked trying to make each other fall apart in a unspoken competition to see who would crash first.

But this was desperate. Bob and Maeve had probably returned from the bathroom (how those two thought they were slick was beyond Venus) by now. She also just wanted to feel him, to be full of him.

And Jake wanted the same thing.

She comes first, Jake having to wrap an arm around her waist to help her stay upright as she shakes against him. He keeps thrusting, wanting to prolong her pleasure, wanting to feel her tight walls hug his cock for as along as possible.

"C-c'mon Seresin. Wanna....wanna be full of ya."

Her words tip him over, the back of her thighs flushed against the top of his as he comes undone. Jake's really thankful he parked in the back of the lot, away from other cars.

Venus rests her head on Jake's shoulder, his arms wrapped around her waist, bodies pressed together. For the next few minutes, they just sit like that as they catch their breath.

"Sh...should we go back inside? Like soon?" Jake asks, breaking the silence.

Venus shrugged, "I mean, Bob and Maeve can keep themselves entertain with each other, so I'm not worried."

"If you're not worried, then I'm not worried," Jake says before pressing a kiss to her warm forehead.

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there's something about Payback's "soooo...." and change of topic in the bar scene that's so dad-coded to me. that's a man with a 'get along' shirt and a fanny pack full of cheerios in the back seat of his car. peak character writing no notes.

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it’s never too early to teach children about the devaluation of labor!

(from an American Girls book)

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the urge to brat so hard that i get railed until i cry and cant think for myself <3

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practice makes perfect - pornstar!rhett abbott x reader

pairing: pornstar!rhett abbott x inexperienced!fem!reader

summary: rhett wants to prepare you before your first day on set.

warnings: 18+ only. age gap. fingering. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. oral (f). squirting. rhett’s hairy chest.

a/n: i just wanted to give everyone a little taste of the man that is pornstar rhett! i’m so excited to world build and share more of this story! i hope you enjoy! <3

“You’re gonna have to relax, doll,” Rhett cooed as he spread your thighs apart. “You can’t be this stiff in front of the camera.”

“I’m just nervous,” you muttered timidly. “What if they don’t like me?”

“You’re gonna be a star, honey. We just gotta loosen you up. Here, sit up.”

Rhett’s strong arms pulled you into a sitting position, his large hands massaged your biceps gently. His cobalt blue eyes looked into yours and you fought the urge to look away. He was intimidating, but not in a scary way. He was larger than life in your eyes. And you were just a girl from a small town who barely had anything figured out.

“I’m not going to hurt you, doll. Promise. C’mon, shake it out,” he held you by the shoulders and shook you lightly, causing a soft giggle to escape your lips. “There it is, there’s that smile.”

He laid you back and started to place tender kisses against your neck, his lips burning a trail down your body in their descent. The day old stubble scratched across your sensitive skin. The soft glow coming from the lamp on the bedside table created a calming environment. At least it wasn’t hot, bright studio lights.

“You taste so sweet. Can’t wait to get my mouth on that beautiful pussy. Gonna taste like a damn peach,” Rhett spoke with a slight growl.

Your breath stuttered as he mouthed the edge of your panties. They weren’t special. A pale pink pair with frilly lining. His tongue ran along your folds through the cotton, flicking against your clit before doing the same motion a few more times. You could feel the cool air hitting against the wet spot and it sent shivers over your body.

Rhett didn’t waste much time pulling the panties to the side and dove right in. Expert tongue pointedly thrusting into your dripping hole. The lewd noises of his ministrations filled the large room. A sheen of sweat covered your bodies and you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking against his face.

“Goddamn… fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” Rhett mumbled before wrapping his lips around your swollen bud. The suction caused a scream to erupt from you and your juices covered his mouth and chin as your release hit you forcefully.

He slowed his movements but he didn’t pull back, instead he just slid two thick fingers into your fluttering hole. It didn’t take him long to find that special spot inside, curling his fingers and making a ‘come hither’ motion.

Your thighs trembled and your whimpers were loud and wanton. Rhett pulled away from you long enough to start running his mouth.

“Look at you, shakin’ like a damn leaf. You’re so damn sensitive. I bet I could make you come again if I just told you to. So eager to please. Such a good little girl. They’re gonna love you, sugar. Now, c’mon. Come for me, little girl.”

You came once more, this time harder than the first and you couldn’t hide the way you felt a little embarrassed at the sound of your wetness. You nearly soaked his hand. He hadn’t even pulled his fingers out before he was attaching his mouth to your cunt once more. Your third orgasm came quickly after the second and you drenched his face once more.

Rhett pulled away with a satisfied grin on his face, your release trailing down his chin and into his chest hair.

“Just as delicious as I thought. You whine like that in the movies and you’ll have every guy blowing their load in their pants,” he joked as he wiped your juices off with the back of his hand. You didn’t want to tell him but you were even more nervous. Because if Rhett wasn’t your scene partner, then how the hell would anyone ever make you come the way he just did?