#c. cyril

[musingcyril]

Walking into the spacious back garden he found himself in front of a family he had not seen in the last year; a promise that he would only attend these one-year events on the term that he not be forced to come by for Christmas or any other day. He had a thing about families particularly his own. His parents had split; in his late teens while he was attending university in Ireland and then was asked to meet in London where his family had planned a surprise wedding. His dear father had married another woman with a daughter of her own who was nearly his own age.

They had not gone along well, both only children were now forced to be step-siblings. They had only seen each other for a year or two before he had lost contact to focus on his career but now he was greeted with the sight of his step-sister who seemed equally “thrilled’ as he was.

“Well well well ...” he greeted, snatching a glass from a serving table and walking up to his step-sister and smiling before he drank from his glass. “How are we?” he asked, putting on the face and using pleasantries before he was given a dark glare from his father to avoid the bickering wars of the previous years. Cyril had promised not to make any promises of any sort but remained civil. “still working the same old job?”

"Dad says so" he quickly mentioned, taking another sip and watching his dad give him a look that made with put his hands up in a surrender position and sat back in his chair before he turned his attention back to her.

@ofinfinitedreams

[sirensinxs]

Holly slowly opened up her eyes after a couple hours of sleep, feeling her whole body sore from the previous night. They kept up their word of no sleep until the morning. They were both exhausted when they finally went back to her bed, to sleep this time. The night before still felt like a dream. So much happened and changed so quickly. She had never felt so complete and happy as now. Cyril was her new addiction and she had no shame in admitting that. She loved him. Truly and deeply. He was her soulmate, if such a thing exists. Holly gently caressed his arm around her with her fingertips, pressing a soft kiss on his skin before looking over her shoulder to check if her uncle was still asleep.

[isles-of-man]

[musingcyril]

That look on her face; was full of mischief with the thought that her utterance of the title working its magic on the man she sat on. It made him desire her; more and more convinced that he would not forget her. That shameless act of taking joy in her scandalous act; all for a grade.

She continued to use that title; claiming it for him to commit to memory and hear nothing else when it was spoken from those sweet lips. Her cunt, swallowed him whole and those whimpers fell from her mouth as her pleasure rose and her skin became hot to touch; goosebumps growing on her skin as he stroked her legs. His mouth was preoccupied with her breasts as he suckled at them before biting at those mounds with a satisfied groan as he marked her up. While it may be her only night with him he would not allow her to forget him either. Tomorrow she would see those red marks purple and think of him.

A breath left him; momentarily taken out of breath at her frantic pace and watched her with his mouth agape. She was sweet; her features were soft but were contorted in pleasure. She was someone he would least suspect to involve herself in a filthy act, and yet - here she was with her back arched, cunt wet and taking her professor for a gallop. She was simply incredible. “hm, that you are, such a good girl riding my cock. You take me well, don’t you - so tight for me” he smiled, looking down at their hips. His cock glistened with her wetness spreading over him with ease. There was hardly a need for him to have prepared her; she wilfully took him and engulfed him without preamble. “Won’t you think of me after?” he rambled, putting the thought in her mind. “Think of me when you touch yourself? I would think of you when I hold my cock in hand”

He smacked her rear; firmly with a harder slap as he felt it warm with the sting that she would be left feeling when she left his classroom. “That’s right, only I can” he nodded; licking his lips as he wet his drying lips. Every pant left him; exerting his energy as he gave her his energy. He clenched his jaw; his neck strained and his veins popped as he grunted and bucked his hips with the motion of her hips frantically swivelling and forcing him to refocus; holding firm to her body and allowing her to cum before him her walls shuddering and squeezing him. His balls ached to empty inside her.

Eyes stared into her; hearing her request and smiled wickedly at her whimpers as he manoeuvred his hands under her thighs; rose her slightly above him and began his own frantic pace as he thrust his hips up into her and hit that sweet spot inside her precision. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum! - make you full ” he moaned, pounding her with his cock and finally came inside her. He held her down, using his grip to guide her hips to grind into him and felt her begin to overflow with his seed.

A devious grin etched upon her features at his words. Willow only imagined the affect it would have calling him that in a sinful manner. A low hum of elation fell from her lips as she undulated her hips against him. Taking him deeper into her glistening cunt.

Her head flung back as one of her hands reached for the back of his neck. “Oh fuck,” she cried when his lips encompassed her pert breasts. “Sir,” she whimpered as she arched her back even more, her eyes fluttered shut at the sensations that coursed through her veins sending vibrations to her extremities and inner core. She hummed softly letting the pleasure grow as his mouth ravished her hardening buds.

She desperately needed to be his number one, student and perhaps more. She meticulously rotated her hips, causing the most enjoyable amount of friction she desired. Low whimpers of delight escaped as his cock hit her sweet spot. She frantically rode up and down his length. She breathed deeply between pants. “I-I like being your good girl, Sir,” she keened in pleasure as her eyes fluttered at the sensations stirred within. “Me too, sir,” she mewled as her body writhed with hunger and need. His groans made her feel even more alive as they were music to her ears. Knowing that she was pleasing him brought great sense of satisfaction that she craved. They collided in bliss as he thrust up and she pushed down, her walls squeezing around him.

Her lips parted as he smacked her backside. “Please, sir. I know you’re the only one that can give it to me,” she moaned in delight. His words caused her heart to swell with pride, she hummed softly. Her hands tightened around the back of his neck whilst she frantically swivelled her hips wantonly as he filled her delectable so. “Oh fuck, sir,” she cooed in pleasure. “So close,” she murmured, it wouldn’t be much longer before be brought her to the precipice. Just a few more powerful thrusts into her sopping wet heat was enough to push her over the edge as her orgasm crashed over her. Shuddering as her walls clenched around him, “Fill me up. God, Sir cum in me” she whimpered her voice steeped with lust.

[jbaileyedits]

Jonathan Bailey in films highlights of his work on the big screen

(Emphasis on highlights, I am aware not every single film he has starred in is listed above.)

[vizuart]

Cyril Power - The Tube Station (c.1932)

[nerds-yearbook]

The Philadelphia Experiment II was released on June 4, 1994. In the first movie (based on the urban legend), David Herdig (then played by Michael Pare') was part of a Navy Experiment in 1943 that sent him forward to 1984. He then returned to his own time. In the second film, David (now played by Brad Johnson), found himself in an alternate timeline in 1993. He learned that the military attempted the experiment again in 1993. This time, the military sent a Stealth fighter back to 1943. It was captured by Nazi Germany. The Nazi scientists used the technology to help them win World War II. David realized he needed to find a way to travel back in time and prevent this from happening. ("Philadelphia Experiment II" Movie Event)

[pantalon-et-colombine]

Suddenly the curtain parts to reveal the head of a Pierrot, the face ghastly in its pallidness and sorrowful expression. Peering anxiously from side to side as if fearful of being seen lest one should make sport of him, he steps forth with grotesque strides. Flapping his long sleeves with a dismal air, he wanders aimlessly to and fro, opening and shutting his mouth as if hungering for someone to kiss, while the music, now slow, halting and melancholy renders his thoughts aloud. Then as it changes to joyful melody Harlequin bounds before us. He is not the bespangled senseless creature of the Pantomime, but a brilliant fairy-like being, possessed of all the qualities attributed to Puck. Gaily he capers round the woebegone Pierrot, now mocking with pointed finger, now dragging him by his ridiculous sleeves, until angered by his stupidity Harlequin flicks him smartly with his hand, disappearing with another agile bound as Pierrot losing his balance, falls clumsily to the ground.

Cyril William Beaumont, Carnaval, Impressions of the Russian Ballet (London: C. W. Beaumont, 1918), 6-7.

[ffxiv-luci]

[ace--of--swords]

Girls (gender neutral) when they wake up and see people try to drown their tiny lil desciple.

[musingcyril]

[sirensinxs]

“Now we’ll have all the time in the world,” Her graduation would not steal her from him ever again because she wouldn’t need to study anymore or do tests. She could follow him wherever he was, it didn’t matter if it was a work trip, she would happily join her uncle. “Tell me... Then show me how much you missed me,” Holly whispered looking into his eyes with a half-smirk before seductively kissing his lips for a brief moment, soon pulling back to look at Cyril again while her hand continued to stroke him, picking up the pace slowly as they talked. “It tortured both of us, believe me,” The blonde couldn’t help the grin on her lips when the older male mentioned her pretty mouth put to good use. “Whatever daddy wants,” Cyril would have anything he wanted from her, no doubt, she wouldn’t think twice before giving it to him. She was all his. She lowered herself, circling the tip of his cock, moaning softly at the taste of him again against her tongue. Soon her lips were wrapped around the head, swallowing all of his massive length slowly so she could begin her blowjob.

Cyril groaned softly as Holly's delicate fingers wrapped around his throbbing member. "I missed you too, sweetheart," he murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he gazed at his beautiful niece. "More than you can imagine” he mumbled seductively. "Show me how much you missed me." . He reached out to caress her cheek, savouring the softness of her skin. "This time apart have been absolute torture." Cyril captured her mouth in a searing kiss. "Show me," he encouraged, staring down at her hand still working his shaft with practiced skill. "I want to see that pretty mouth of yours put to good use."Cyril's fingers tangled in her golden locks. "Show your uncle how much you've been craving this."

[ruleof3bobby]

THE MANY SAINTS OF NEWARK (2021) Grade: C-

Could've been much improved. Great acting and DP work even. Something about the script or possibly the editing made it feel scrambled. Better ending as well would've helped. Would had been a much better series. Too many characters shoved into one movie.

[lancer-fan-club-was-taken]

i like to imagine that after true pacifist, when frisk gets to be in control of themselves again, that they have a really hard time pronouncing papyrus' name.

and it gets to the point where he requests that they just call him "russ"

i think that'd be cute.

[wlw-webcomic-bracket]

This is me watching people play Geoguessr

[pantalon-et-colombine]

Now come three masked ladies, Chiarina and her two friends, who with linked arms waltz merrily to and fro when there appears Florestan in search of Estrella. Imbued with the spirit of carnival the mischievous trio bear down upon him inviting advances with seductive movement and ingratiating smile. Closing in a circle and dancing round him they increase his embarrassment until blushing furiously he slips through their arms and hurriedly takes his departure.

Cyril William Beaumont, Carnaval, Impressions of the Russian Ballet (London: C. W. Beaumont, 1918), 7-8.