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timothée chalamet, wonka (2023)

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Timothee Chalamet by Neale Haynes for USA Today

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HENRY CAVILL by Kalle Gustafsson for The Rake, 2017

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SYDNEY SWEENEY via glencocoforhair's instagram

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Timothée Chalamet for Saturday Night Live ✨

Twitter credit to THR

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While Alexander came home every single day of the week, there was a day in which he came home at really late hours into the night but he would never complain, he adored his job it kept him busy all day, whether it was putting out a fire, hanging out with his friends and colleagues, washing the truck or just help around the neighborhood, he enjoyed every single second of it.

What he loved even more was coming home in hopes of seeing the black haired woman with the beautiful green eyes. They had crossed paths a couple of times before but almost every morning he found himself knocking on her door; checking if she was okay after getting a faint smell of smoke. He became suspicious about it happening more than a couple of times, and eventually he realised why it happened and it amused him, but he wouldn't dare pass on an opportunity to see her.

After getting home, Xander went straight to take a shower and just as he stepped out, there was a knock on his door. "Just a minute!" Alexander said as he wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way to the door. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a little bit, "hey," he said with a smile; keeping a hand on the towel so it wouldn't fall.

"Hi, Eden," he greeted with a grin when she started again. Eden was adorable, he was listening intently and he couldn't stop smiling at how sweet she was and how shy and nervous she seemed to be upon bringing him food, "oh my God, are you serious? this is very kind of you, Eden. And it's my favourite dish too! Thank you. I really appreciate it, I hope it didn't really take much of your time, though." Reaching for the plate with his other hand, he chuckled lightly to the way she said she was his girl. He actually wished she was and not just for food related things. "I know it's late and I'm extremely underdressed but... would you like to come in? We can share the lasagne."

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He was stupidly handsome, the type of handsome that made her heart flutter every time she passed him in the hallway and since that first time she saw him, she'd done silly things just to see him for a few moments. Silly things like burning her toast. She had burnt her toast every time she had it, which had been far more frequent these days, just because she knew if that fire alarm went off, he'd curiously knock and she'd have an excuse to try and talk to him. It normally ended with doe eyes and heat in her cheeks.

Eden had crushes in high school, liked people but never quite to this extent, never enough that she stuttered from presence alone. She did hate that, how she got tongue-tied. Her father used to berate her terribly for it, scold her, punish her... and yer her heart beat so heavily around Xander that she couldn't help it.

"Hi!" she blurted when he answered the way she'd knocked a little tune into his door. Maybe she should've just, left the lasagne on the doormat, tapped and gone back into her flat but she had to start somewhere, right? "Hi I- Eden, from.." she wiggled her finger to her flat, a deep ceramic dish covered in tin foil in her other arm. "I hope this isn't ov-" she took a deep breath. Slow it down Eden. "I'll try that again, Hi, I'm Eden from across the hall, we've met a few times and I hope this isn't overstepping at all but, I noticed you come home late on Thursdays and I just... well I wanted to make sure you had something easy to eat, you know? Easy but, good and I mean I bake but I cook too and I don't think I'm too bad, apparently I make a great lasagne so.. well, this is for you." she had the most sheepish yet, sweetheart smile on her lips and a rosy lush to her cheeks, holding out the dish towards him. "Feeding people, kind of my thing so you know, if you're ever in need of a full stomach I'm uh-- I'm your girl." she nervously giggled.

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ana_d_armas: Venice 💜🦋🌸

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roleplayers who can chat for hours about their muses and also support one another in their real lives and their writing and their hopes and dreams too got me hearteyes

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i just had to let you know you’re mine. hands on your body, i don’t wanna waste no time, feels like forever even if forever’s tonight just lay with me, waste this night away with me.

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an enthusiastic virgin and an experienced, possessive male plot. give me muse a thigh riding muse b because she isn’t ready to fuck him yet. a lot of ’you’re doing so good, kitten’ and ’just like that baby.’ the slow burn surrounding muse a’s first time. muse b taking care of her the morning after, tracing her hickeys in front of the mirror while they’re both still nude. let me be muse a, i’ll love you forever!

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HENRY CAVILL | LUMBERJACK LOOK™

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Timothée Chalamet | On the set of 'Chanel Bleu' commercial in New York City | April 19, 2023

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Her boyfriend's words elicited a long moan from the woman then a wide smile curved on her lips. His accent made her melt and even more so when his eyes were focused on her and a thin layer of sweat covered his body. "You should see the way you look right now, that is perfect." Cade looked absolutely delicious.

Moans and whimpers came from Arya with each bounce. The moment he started meeting her movements halfway, she felt she was losing herself; in the really good sense of the phrase. "Oh m...my God--- I'm... I'm so close, baby," his groaning was so arousing but it was even better when his words of praise slipped and sent her right over the edge. A whimper that almost left her breathless escaped her throat as her thighs quivered while her walls clenched around Cade's cock.

Once she started to recover her breathing, her hands traced the man's chest while she still rocked her hips back and forth slowly on him. She didn't want to be done yet, "c'mere, baby," Arya curved a finger signaling him to sit up, "I wanna kiss you."

He knew he was always seen as someone to keep at arms length, rough in appearance, even his voice seemed deep and gravel but his soul was soft, a gentle heart. He was a gentleman truly but, not right now, not when she was straddled on him looking like a heaven sent angel, christ he may as well have been drooling.

"God you're fuckin' perfect." he let the words of praise roll from his tongue in his signature accent, the slur of it and yet the utter admiration. He'd never felt someone as good as this, the supple nature of her flesh in his roughened hands. His hands were on her hips, rough enough to grip into her flesh but not rough enough to hurt her. He was guiding her with each bounce, along his thick shaft, throbbing and slick with her arousal. At her request he let his hands move, just enough to worship her thighs before moving back and now with guidance he worked against her, when she'd come back down he's thrust himself up, deeper and harder. Low grunts rumbled in his throat, head briefly arching back to let out a deeper groan. The sound of him hitting into her filling that room, a sheen of sweat across his skin but with his warm undertones he looked muscular, carved from the gods themselves. In that low tone of approval he let a 'thats my girl' slip when he lifted his head to soak in the sight of her again.

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ANA DE ARMAS

via Instagram | March 10, 2020