#bigd

[roughridingrednecks]

BigD

[lovingluke]

[moonyartsblog]

Saint Valentine Special: Series 8 Post 2

“A soap bubble is the most beautiful and most elegant thing in nature. I wonder how much a soap bubble would cost if there was only one in the world.”

A famous phrase, Mark Twain, went just like that and, Stan, could easily understand it if that rule would also apply to people. Why yes, for the man her beloved Mae was like a soap bubble: beautiful, elegant, fragile in her existence but powerful in climbing ever higher to reach immensity. Twain also wondered how much it might cost if there was only one. Stan could answer that it would be priceless because, as it is unique and inimitable, the more its value would be incalculable. A chameleon-like soap bubble that dressed in a thousand colors and in countless colors its soul was… Priceless, extraordinary, wonderful, its Mae who, incomparable, knew how to make him a child again to transform him and make him grow into a man in the blink of an eye. eyelash. In this week dedicated to love, he too, like Marcus and Clay, would live on memories that his memory lovingly cradles but which devour and torment the soul with unprecedented ferocity. In a now locked toilet, inaccessible to anyone except him and his daughter, Stan keeps the image of theirs in a cloud of soap bubbles sprung from the soap that his wife loved so much. Laughter, thoughts, future projects, his white fur with those cherry hairs, his eyes that shone like the most precious of diamonds still echo within the walls.

[maelair]

Short Term Tragedy

One of the tragedies of short term relationships is when the marks on my body linger longer than the memory of me; when I set his birthday as my password to remember to celebrate and everything ends before it’s time to reset; when we finally make it past the temporary phase where we never look to the future and instead plan a date that comes and goes wistfully unfulfilled; the way the ghost of us haunts new and favorite places. Just one of these things is tragic - experiencing all over them over and over again is traumatic.

[serendipity-adventures]

320 Best Amazing Dallas Captions for Instagram

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[onehunglatino]

If I cloned mine would you wanna buy one? #cloneawilly #bigd #bigdicklatino https://www.instagram.com/p/CoVqShIJhh8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[idestroyhumanity]

#bigD https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnfpk5ovpk5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[daddychoice]

[micheleappel]

Took a year, but me and Dallas are having a honeymoon ❤️ 🌆 #bigd #blessyall #endofsummer #dallastexas #downtowndtx #thecedars #stilllife #cityscapes #chickens https://www.instagram.com/p/CiZQcozucZm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mc-cards]

⚾️ #bigd 🍓 2022 Topps s.2 N°T87-51 ‘87 Darryl Strawberry @mets . . . . . . . . . . . . . #baseball #baseballcards #sportscards #cards #throwback #roy #legend #worldserieschamp #allstar #80s #80sstyle #d #strawberry #lgm #woody #blueandorange #newyorkmets #mccards #mlb #fleer #newyork #shea #dodgers #thehobby #straw #darryl #citifield #orangeandblue #tradingcards @topps @mlb @mlbpa @mlbpaa @mlbnetwork @mlbonfox @baseballhall @darrylstrawberry18 (at Citifield) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChK7ntKOCUX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[moonyartsblog]

There is something about their father and daughter relationship that will never change: the fact that Stan will always see June as a child.

The same one who dressed her in her own colors and, when someone dared a few more words to her and she was the well-bred young lady with a super positive charge, he immediately jumped into super hyper protective dad mode full of a golden negative.

Her little girl was hers, and no one had to dare to even look at her.

[maelair]

Little Lion Man

It was the first time that he asked for a ride. I was always happy to give him a safe ride but he was normally too proud to ask for it. We were celebrating a lot of things that night: promotions, vacations, love. Against all odds, things were working out between the three of us and there was euphoria in the air. It was time for a drink - one I’d never had before. He ordered and they delivered. As we took our shots he asked me one more time when I was leaving. I told him again and he looked at me as he checked his mental calendar. I’ll take you to the airport, he said. I laughed. This man only knows how to work. He can only commit to work. Even tonight, he couldn’t commit to going out with me, it just so happened that he could sneak away from work for a while and I jumped at the opportunity.

No, I tell him. We never know when he’s going to be needed and I didn’t want to rely on him being able to take us and then being left high and dry. I didn’t need his commitment, just his company, his companionship. He looked me right in the eye and he told me again that he would take me, because, he says, what if I never see you again? And it was then that I realized he’s afraid of flying. He doesn’t care that he’s about to get on his own plane, just two days after me. He doesn’t care if his plane goes down. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t make it out alive. He cares if my plane goes down, if I don’t make it out alive, and it’s one of the most pronounced ways he’s ever told me he loves me. 

The second best way for him to tell me that he loves me is to ask about my day, which is something he rarely does. For whatever reason, this was the day that he asked me how my day went. I told him that I was having a tough day, because of the leak of a political decision that was going to have an impact in my life. Not only my life, but every woman’s life. To put it in perspective for him, I told him it would also impact his daughter’s life. 

He looked away from me when I mentioned his daughter, as he always does, and I knew that the words were sinking in. He brushed them off as he always does with a tough subject but I knew he was listening - he always listened. He would bring it up another day, another time, reference it to let me know that it had taken - but for the moment he was out having fun, enjoying our company, and trying to figure out when we were going to see each other again.

My partner, our mutual friend, the beautiful soul that connected us in the first place, made a statement to follow up what I had just told him. I couldn’t hear what he said but as soon as the words left his mouth, everything shifted. I was watching his face and I saw him flash from contemplative to anger in a heartbeat. He asked for clarification because apparently he had heard what was said - I was still parsing. So he repeated it: slowly, calmly, enunciated. The stillness of the room, the stillness of the energy, the stillness of what was about to come shattered. He was off in a shot, drink doused on my partner, out the door. The whole restaurant stopped to look. Everyone jumped into action.

I panicked. I didn’t know where he had gone. My partner went in search of him while I tried to text. Then call. And then I was blocked. I called a boy of mine in Philadelphia and enlisted his help as well. I needed to make sure he was okay. He texted, confirmed he was okay, and that he did not want to be found - to leave him alone. Luckily my partner knew his best friend well and we were soon at his truck, to try one more time to reconcile. 

I yelled his name as he walked up to his own truck. He halted for just a second but then climbed right in. I opened his door and tried to get him to talk but he refused. I know things went poorly, I understood why he was upset, but this was not my doing and I’m unsure of why I’m being punished. And in his softest voice, with just the tiniest hint of his accent that only I can hear, he asked me for a week to himself, to calm down, to figure out what was going on. Please, he added, and I agreed. 

I watched him drive off and started the week long countdown in my head.

[faeridollz]

Soap fucking you silly on the couch!!

Warnings; p in v, unprotected sex, breeding, implied baby trapping, Virgin!reader, fingering, non/dub con?, NOT proofread, barely any readers prep. MDNI

Summary; Getting caught up in CBF!soap’s trap. But you don’t mind right? You’d never leave him anyway and even if you tried he’d kidnap you and lock you away forever

You smile as you rush to the door, you open it and cling to him. “How ya been Bonnie?” He smiled, hugging you tightly with his hands on your hips. “I’m alright! How is your deployment so far Johnny?” Pulling away and leading him deeper into your parent’s house. The smell of lasagna flowing throughout the large house. “It’s good. even better tha’ I’m here right? Where’s ya parents at?” He questioned, following you as you lead him into the living room.

“Just getting a few more things for dinner. I think dessert or something? But they have to go all the way into town so I don’t expect them to be back so soon..” you mutter, sitting next to him. “Wha’ should we watch bonnie?” He grabs the remote, turning on the tv. “Maybe… a romance movie?” You hum. And before you know it you’re falling asleep on his lap, snoring softly as he continues watching the movie. Occasionally snapping photos for his memory jerking off or other things. But when a sex scene flashes on the tv he can’t help but get a bit aroused, gripping your plush thighs a bit tighter.

Softly grinding his hips up into your cunt, listening to your sleepy and quiet moans. It only makes his cock throb harder through his pants when he realizes that your skirt is riding up and revealing the wet spot on your panties. “F-Fuck lass.. need ya pret’y lil’ cunt..” he grunts, leaning into you and causing you to stir. He almost cums right then and there when he see’s the flash of confusion and fear in your eyes when you wake up. “J-Johnny?! W-What are you-“ you panic, but he interrupts you by covering your mouth and fucking up into you even faster. Flipping you onto your back and practically ripping your panties off, rubbing your sopping clit pussy with his thumb.

“Shh lass, ya’ gonna like it.. ya’ wanna make me happy ri’?” He unzips his pants, releasing his fat cock. “J-Johnny that’s t’big!” You squirm as he presses his fingers into your hole. “I know lass, I know..” He kisses the crook of your neck, feeling the rumble of your throat as you whine. His fingers gently sliding in. “Ya’ so tight lass..” He chuckles, stretching you out with his thick fingers. “Maybe I should’ve got ya drunken up before hm.?” He starts to kiss your neck, your whines echoing through the room as he fingers you pretty pussy a bit faster. Curling his fingers inside to reach your G-spot. “J-Johnny!~” You moan, your hips stuttering. If it was up to soap he’d drag you back to base with him and use you as his personal flesh light. Not that he doesn’t already have a sex doll that looks exactly like you at his house (he can’t bring it on base) wasn’t there an open spot for a new filer needed on base? “Tha’s it lass.~ cum f’me my pretty gal.” He kisses your plush lips, sliding his tongue in.

As soon as you cummed on his fingers he pulled them out and replaced them with the tip of his reddened cock. “C’mon lass, relax so I can fit my cock in ya” he smiled, one hand on your hip with the other hooked under your knee. Slipping his fat cock into your tight cunt and drawing loud moans from you. “C’mon lass, that’s it, biiiig stretch dove.” His words don’t help, causing you to clamp down on him. “T-T’big! I-I’m gonna rip!” You whine, tearing up from both pain and need. Gasping as he slammed into you, shrieking. “Can’t love. I need ya understood?” He lets out a breathy moan, repeatedly pulling out until its just the tip and slamming right back into your cervix. He was huge and not giving you time to adjust, just slamming into your gummy walls with no regard.

When he fills you up to the brim with his cum, even after begging for him to pull out, he babbles on and on. “Gonna make ya’ a momma lass..” he moans into your ear, hips stuttering and sweat layering on his and your skin.

[girlbosslaura]

me enabling my besties to have the silliest goofiest urls for the quarry like they deserve

[movie--posters]

[rosaadiazs]

north or south desi? (are you a south delhi girl...?)

south indian lmao

nope definitely not i prefer to live in a place where I can actually breathe thank you very much (nof that the air quality is that much better here..but still i really couldn't, also it's colder there..how do people live there 🫡)