#demand

[quotelr]

I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself

Simone de Beauvoir

[thepersonalquotes]

I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself

Simone de Beauvoir

[lovingdilfs]

Those begging eyes (smut)

Shoutout to that one TikTok sound for making me think like this and shoutout to Elvis Aaron Presley for being hot the main character🫡

Warnings: 18+ content, fingering, demanding Elvis (🤭), p in the v, alcohol I think.

Guys idk why they cut me out of the picture! I was right underneath- how rude!

“Stop acting like that” Elvis chuckled, as he took a sip of his whiskey. “Stop acting like what,” you asked trying to look away from his demanding eyes. “Stop acting like you don’t like me” he stood to his ground slowly moving towards you, not taking his deep blue eyes away from you once. You let a little chuckle out by his confidence “Elvis I’m not acting”. A curved smile appeared on his lip “come on baby, you know you want me” he sat down his glass, standing a few inches away from you, almost hovering over you. “Oh, you are so bold to assume that” you looked up at him, not breaking eye contact. “Oh honey, I’m not assuming I know it” he whispered in your ear, trying to mute out the loud music from the party. “And how can you be so assured of that… Mr. I know it” you bit down on your lip when his sideburns were slightly touching your face. “Because,” he said, pulling away from your ear. You let out a small smile “because what” sounding interesting. He looked deeply into your eyes “because I see those pretty little eyes you always give me”. A shivering feeling rush down your spine, and you dropped the small smile on your lips, looking at him with doe eyes “oh really Mr. Presley” “Yeah… it’s almost like you’re begging for me” his face was inches away from yours, and you could feel his warm whiskey breath upon your lips. “Ah, maybe I am” your turn around walking away from him, leaving him standing there with a smirk on his face. The party went on, you went around chatting with people attending the party. As the night progressed you had been throwing back drinks and before you knew it, you were feeling quite tipsy. Despite that you could feel Elvis's eyes all over you the whole night, getting a warm feeling in your lower stomach each time you held eye contact. You couldn't deny the chemistry between the two of you and it seemed like every time you looked at each other, the air between you crackled with energy. As the party began to wind down, Elvis took you by the hand and led you upstairs to his room. As you entered his room, you were immediately struck by how elegant and stylish it was. Elvis went to the bar and poured two glasses of whiskey, offering you one. You took a sip of your whiskey, feeling the warm liquid spread through your body, you looked at him admiring how beautiful he looked. “See you’re looking at me with those eyes again” he leaned back against the couch. “What eyes,” you asked, knowing exactly what he meant “like you’re begging me to touch you”, he said teasingly. “Am I making you nervous?” you said as you put down your glass. “What are you talking about, I-I’m not nervous” Elvis sipped at his drink not letting his eyes wander off you. You moved inches away from his face, eyes focusing on his perfect red lips “oh yeah… cause when I touch you right there” a small moan left his lips when you placed your hands' inches away from his length. You chuckled a bit at his reaction, “look at yourself, your face gets all red for me”. He threw his head back in satisfaction when your hand moved closer and closer up his thigh. “Ah… honey it’s just the natural reaction - you know that” he began to pant from the feeling growing inside his lower stomach. You looked down at his pants, seeing them tighten around his semi-hard length “oh come on Mr.Presley, we both know it's not just the natural reaction… you like it”

His eyes wandered down to your lips and then back up to your eyes, he moved closer to your face and let the words drift on your lips “your right baby, I want to fuck you so hard that you won’t look at another man with those begging eyes”, you didn’t say anything before he smashed his lips against yours, you deepened the kiss. He hovered over you making you fall back on the couch, he slightly whispered into your mouth “open your legs for me” and with his demand, you spread them open, and he pressed his knee against your cunt. You moaned into his mouth at the friction it caused on your sensitive clit. He slid his tongue across your underlip, to invite himself in, your fingers ran through his jet-black hair, pushing him down back the neck to deepen the tension of his tongue inside your mouth. His hand ran down the side of you touching every inch of your curves, stopping at the hem of your dress. His kisses trailed down your jawline, leaving a trail of warm sensations in their wake. As he whispered in your ear, "ready to forget how to walk baby." you couldn't help but moan out his name, feeling a rush of emotion overwhelm you. His lips continued their journey down your neck, sending shivers down your spine with each touch. You felt the wetness gathered in between your legs, you buckled your hips to get some friction on his knees. “Elvis I want you” you panted out, as he removed the straps from your dress, leaving kisses on your exposed skin. “Starting to beg for me” he curved a smile on his lips, and moved his hand underneath your dress, gently tapping the fabric of your red lace underwear, the feeling of his touch made your body twitch underneath him. As he pulled your underwear to the side to slide his fingers through your wet folds, you pulled him down by the back to deepen the kiss. “Oh you are such a wet little girl for me” he mumbled in between the kisses, he slipped a finger inside you without a warning. You couldn't help but respond, letting out soft moans as he curled his finger inside you hitting the spot that you were so desperate to touch.

You could feel his rock-hard cock pressing up against your leg, you rubbed your leg against it to get some friction for him. A groan was released from him, he slid another finger inside you hitting the same spot again. “Say my name honey,” he said while slipping in and out with his fingers of you. “Elvis” You moaned out, biting down your lip not to scream out his name while he kept on hitting the spot inside you. “Elvis!” Your voice got louder each time and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your walls tighten around his fingers and you were ready to surrender the moment he slipped out his fingers, leaving you empty. He gazed into your eyes with a smirk. "Not until I say so," he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "Do you understand that ". You nodded, unable to speak as he started to kiss you again, this time slowly and deliberately. Every touch was like a slow burn, building up the tension and making you ache for more. He removed his pants, and the sight of him let you breathe less “what honey, am I making you nervous?” He chuckled at the sight of your open mouth, staring down at him. He stroked himself a few times, wiping his thumb over his sensitive head, causing him to let a soft moan out. The look at him, stroking himself was leaving you speechless "What's the matter, baby?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Am I making you speechless?" You couldn't help but laugh, feeling the butterflies in your stomach settle down. "I guess you are," you said, still trying to catch your breath. “Just wait and see,” he said, he came closer and lined himself up with your entrance. Teasing your begging hole, you buckle your hips forward to feel more of him “ah nah not yet” he slid his head up through your folds, hitting your sensitive clit. Each touch sends shivers down your spine and makes you ache for more. He started to pant, at the feeling of your warm wet folds surrounding his dick. “Take your dress off” he demanded, you pulled the Dress above your head “shouldn’t be making a mess on that pretty little dress” and without a notice he thrusted his pelvis hard against you, hitting deep inside, bitting down your bottom lip not to scream out his name. He grabbed your face to look at him, while he fucked you hard “oh come on baby, say those pretty little sounds for me!” He panted out. He started to whimper above you, as your walls started to tighten around his cock, you could feel you both were on edge “nah ah baby, ain’t letting you go… not yet” you spoke softly to him with lips parted, experiencing the heat of his breath upon your lips. As he smirked at your words, he flipped you over with ease, making you straddle his thighs, your hands upon his tanned chest. You began to ride out his cock, hitting the desired spot inside you. “I Ain’t holding any longer honey” he panted out breathlessly, his cock twitching inside you. “Let yourself go baby” the words. Didn’t even leave your mouth when he buckled his up, coming inside you. The warm feeling of him spreading your walls was the last thing you needed to let yourself go, you milked the last of him, before collapsing upon his chest. Just laying there, listening to his heart racing. His arm surrounds your body pulling you closer into his embrace. “I knew you wanted me”, you chuckled at his words.

[crocchompers]

GIVE ME WALLY AU'S TO MAKE RANDOM DOODLES OF (this is a threat)

[leaslichoma]

Give me notes in 5 minutes or I lick my crayons

[dk-thrive]

That which we want, desire, and insist upon from another person is felt by them as pressure.  They will, therefore, unconsciously resist.

— David R. Hawkins, Letting Go: The Pathway of Surrender (Veritas; August 1, 2013) (via A Layman's Blog)

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Hmmm an interesting story about dynamic pricing from Only the Poets.

1. A fan

2. OTP’s manager tweets back:

3. Sam’s QRT of the original tweet:

4. Sam clarifies that dynamic pricing was not their choice, and can be reversed if desired, and fans can get their money back. In other words, artists set ticket prices.

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5. So… it seems big artists can set their prices too! Coldplay:

6. Meanwhile Harry Styles:

7. Adding this latest post from Only the Poets… showing that artist can indeed sell tickets at discounted prices if they wish. OTP are selling accessible tickets for lower income fans on an honor system basis.

[theanarchistscookbook]

What if the state just meets the market demand for rape theft and murder

[mochijimin7]

Tomorrow Kdrama Blu-Ray

hey guys! This link is a document for international fans/ people who can't read Korean! I made a step by step guide of how to sign up for the Blu-Ray! The more people the better! Please read the steps, and sign the demand box on here! Share with friends, on social media etc! 

Thank you! Let's hope with all our efforts this masterpiece will turn into a Blu-Ray! It should no matter what, numbers signed up on here don't mean anything- globally there are so many fans! They should make the Blu-Ray regardless!

And the link to the Cafe for signing up!

[thefairysforest]

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[indizombie]

The value of any currency depends on its demand in the market. If the demand increases, its value goes up, which is known as appreciation. And if the demand for a currency declines, its value depreciates. If more foreign investors invest in Indian businesses and projects, the demand for Indian currency goes up. To be able to invest in India, foreign companies have to first convert their currency into Indian rupees. This increase in demand for the rupee strengthens its value against the US dollar. Recently, more and more overseas investors have pulled out a big chunk of their money from the Indian market, consequently affecting market sentiment and currency’s decline.

‘SIMPLY PUT: Why Is The Rupee Falling And How It Affects Your Food, Education, Healthcare And Other Expenses’, Business Insider India

[runningfromadream]

Immature people crave and demand moral certainty: This is bad, this is good. Kids and adolescents struggle to find a sure moral foothold in this bewildering world; they long to feel they’re on the winning side, or at least a member of the team. To them, heroic fantasy may offer a vision of moral clarity. Unfortunately, the pretended Battle Between (unquestioned) Good and (unexamined) Evil obscures instead of clarifying, serving as a mere excuse for violence — as brainless, useless, and base as aggressive war in the real world.

Ursala K. Le Guin

[anxietycryptidthetherian]

heights !!

@thebigneuromess

@chamomilecougar

[dougielombax]

Back by unpopular non-demand.

[p1xel-error404]

lemand demand

[wocado]

The harder the struggle ~ @swami_sivananda

The harder the struggle, the more glorious the triumph.

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