#my obsession

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Cal Kestis ❤️ Jedi Survivor

[sixgunluvr]

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The sound of your name on his lips , along with the weight of his body on top of yours, sent an electric shock through your entire being. It was as if his touch alone could set every nerve in your body alight. Your hands roamed up his muscular back, feeling the strength and power contained within. His skin was hot, the muscles beneath shifting and moving as he moved against you.

Your legs had already parted for him, and he slid inside you with a low moan of satisfaction.

"Fuck, you feel good," he murmured against your lips as he thrust into you deeper.

Your fingers gripped his shoulders as you welcomed him inside. The feeling of him filling you up was indescribable, and it only made you want more. His movements were slow, almost agonizingly so, as he set a leisurely pace. You could feel every inch of him as he moved against you, and the sensation was maddening.

The way he filled you up, the way your bodies moved together, it was like a dance - a dance of passion and pleasure.

His hands roamed down your body, gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. You wrapped your legs around him, digging your heels into his ass as you urged him deeper.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "So fucking wet."

You couldn't help but moan in response, the feeling of him inside you driving you wild with desire.

His thrusts became deeper, more urgent, causing you to cry out in pleasure. He captured your lips with his, silencing your moans as your tongues dueled in a dance as old as time.

Arthur pushed himself to his knees while still inside of you, his strong hands gripping your hips as he used them to take control of the tempo. Each thrust hit a spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

You were his captive audience, and the lust in his eyes was all the proof you needed. No one had ever looked at you with such hunger - like you were his last meal on earth and he was going to savor every last bite.

His hard length slides in and out of your wet warmth, making you want to cry with pleasure.

He brought your left foot up to his right shoulder, changing the angle and causing him to hit a spot that made you moan loudly.

He started to speak but your loud moan drowned out his words.

"That's it darlin, take it like a good girl," he groaned as he thrust deeper into you.

Sweat glistened off his sculpted chest as he moved in rhythm with yourself.

You gripped the sheets tightly as your climax built and built, your breathing becoming ragged and short.

"Don't stop, don't stop," you chanted, lost in pleasure.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and the only thing that could quench the flames was Arthur's thick cock. He grunted with effort, his hips slapping against yours as he plunged into you again and again.

The sound of skin against skin filled the tent, punctuated by your gasps and moans. You writhed beneath him, unable to contain the pleasure building up inside of you. Every thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, but you didn't want to fall over just yet. You wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.

Craving release, your hand made its way to your clit. You rubbed in gentle circles, mimicking Arthur's movements and allowing the tension to build. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Arthur swatted your hand away, pinning it above your head as he increased his thrusting.

"That's my job," he muttered, sweat dripping from his brow.

You moaned beneath him, writhing in pleasure. His other hand snaked its way down to your clit, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive nub.

With every stroke of his cock, with every twist of his fingers, you found yourself sinking deeper and deeper into a sea of ecstasy.

"Come for me sweetheart," he demanded, his voice low and guttural.

With those words, the pressure building inside of you snapped, and your orgasm tore through you like a storm. You cried out, your nails digging into Arthur's chiseled biceps.

Arthur didn't let up, his thrusts becoming faster and more brutal as he chased his own release. He wrapped a hand around your throat, not enough to cut off your air, but enough to send a thrill of fear through you. You knew that you were completely at his mercy.

And that thrilled you almost as much as the feeling of his thick cock inside of you.

With a growl, Arthur released his hold on your throat, instead wrapping it around your waist and hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around him, bouncing up and down on his cock as he pounded into you from below. Your tits bounced in time with your movements, and Arthur took full advantage of the view. He reached up and squeezed them hard, pinching your nipples between his fingers until you cried out in pleasure.

"Yes, oh God, yes!" you screamed, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

Arthur's thrusts became erratic as he felt himself nearing his own release. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the heat spreading up his spine and into his brain.

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside of you and let out a guttural roar as he came harder than he ever had before. His semen filled you to the brim, spilling out around his cock and down your thighs in hot streams.

He didn't pull out immediately, instead choosing to savor the moment of pure satisfaction.

He was still hard inside you, and the feeling of your walls contracting around him was indescribable. Arthur's breath came out in harsh pants as he slowly slid out of you, leaving a wet trail on your inner thighs.

You let out a sigh of contentment as you laid there, still panting from the intense orgasm that had just rocked your world. Arthur collapsed next to you on the bed, sweat dripping from his brow as he tried to catch his own breath.

"Holy shit," he muttered, running a hand over his face. "That was...

incredible," Arthur finished, turning to face you with a sated smiled.

You couldn't help but agree, still reeling from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. Your entire body felt like it was made of jelly, and you struggled to find the words to express what you were feeling.

"Yeah, incredible doesn't even begin to cover it," you murmured, rolling onto your side to face him.

Arthur pulled you close, wrapping his arm around your waist and nuzzling your neck.

Your bodies were still slick with sweat, a testament to the passion that had just consumed you. You could feel his heart racing in time with your own, and you knew that what had just transpired between you had been nothing short of earth-shattering.

As the two of you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your love-making, the sounds of the camp outside filtered in through the tent walls. Men laughed and joked, their voices rising and falling as they swapped stories around the fire.

But inside the tent, it was a different world.

The scent of sex lingered in the air as you and Arthur lay there, your limbs tangled together. Arthur traced patterns on your skin with his fingertips, sending shivers down your spine.

For the first time in your life you were truly happy and content. You knew, in that moment, with Arthur, you had found something truly special.

As you both drifted off to sleep, Arthur pulled you closer, wrapping you in his big strong arms.

You knew then, without a doubt, that you were where you belonged.

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Cause he’s a phantom

[kairolee2004]

I feel like this would be impossible but— HEAR ME OUT!

Imagine if- as a young child, you lived in Texas and had a close friend that you would even consider your best friend. Thomas Hewitt..

And when your younger teenage years came around, your parents moved you out of Texas and all the way to England.

You live there still in your mid twenties and decided to get a job. A Nanny job to an English family by the name of the Heelshires. Of course you thought is was for a real child but it turns out the nanny job is to take care of a life-sized porcelain doll. The two parents tell you that the “doll” is named Brahams… Supposedly, the real Brahms perished in a fire 20 years ago, and he had apparently rejected several nannies prior to being introduced to you. As Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire leave for their vacation, you are given a list of rules to follow in regard to their son.

Turns out, the bastard wasn’t dead but better yet, living in the walls and stalking you. He had become obsessed and in love with you. How couldn’t he? You were so damn perfect and gorgeous… you needed to stay forever. He tried to keep you all to himself. But you got away with only one suitcase.

You tried to think of a place where you know Brahams would never think to try and look for you. Somewhere completely different from where you were right now… how about Texas?

Making your way all the way back to Texas, you decide that it wouldn’t hurt to see some old family. And head on over to the Hewitt family house. When you arrive, you of course see Luda may and charlie (Hoyt) but you don’t see Tommy anywhere. You ask about him to Luda May and she calls for him… you weren’t ready for what you saw.

Tommy wasn’t the same old little boy who was shorter than you, smaller than you, quieter than you- no.

This was a full grown ass man with 2 feet towering over you and more than 200 pounds of muscle to over power you. And when you say he was “quieter than you.” You meant it. As kids he didn’t talk much and now he still didn’t say a word. It was his eyes.. yelled and screamed with ruthlessness. His eyes seemed as if he saw stuff. They weren’t innocent like they used to be. If looks could kill, you would have dropped minutes ago.

Yet his actions spoke other wise. When he first saw you, he was stiff, kinda like when a bull walks around in a china shop. With the intention of not breaking something so precious and fragile. He didn’t want to break you.

Next thing you know, your body without mind, walks towards him and hugs him. He is stunned for a second before he engulfs himself around you. In a protective manner, a way of saying ‘I’m not letting you go…’

You felt off when you hugged him. Sure it was nice when you saw your childhood friend once more but then again… he wasn’t at the same time. This place was different, this family too. They all were dark souls that were covered with a normal family persona. It was wrong.

Luda May promised that you could stay one night and in the morning you could hit the road again. You felt no reassurance behind those words.

As you got ready for bed, you opened the one suitcase that you took from the Heelshire house, you were frightened… you had some clothes in there and some essentials but one thing was out of place. Brahams porcelain mask. You knew how much this mask meant to him… and he would do anything to get it back. Even if that meant going 4,669.21 miles just to get it back.

Later that night in the bedroom, as you were about to fall asleep, you heard blood curdling screaming coming from the basement. As you made your way down from your room, you saw a young woman burst through the basement door and she was covered with blood. Not far behind her, followed Tommy. He looked at the pathetic women, then at you. He looked terrifying… you didn’t move, only stared.

The young woman screamed at you for help, that was until Tommy revived his chainsaw and killed her with it. This couldn’t be real- right?

Reality hit when all of a sudden, Tommy came over to you and held the side of your face softly. And looked into your eyes. He didn’t want you to be scared of him.

You over lapped your hand over his and held it without saying a word. Slightly leaning into his touch. He helped you stand up and held the back of your head, with the other hand on the small of your back.

You let your head lean against his chest. This was wrong on so many levels… you both knew it. Yet it didn’t stop both of you. This was a silent moment needed.

Well… that was until you heard his voice again. The fear of which you knew was bound to come once more.

“(Reader), Why did you leave me?” Brahams child voice appeared right behind of Thomas. When he turned around, he was there. Brahams of course didn’t have his mask but rather yet, pieces of the porcelain dolls face glued together. It was a sight to behold.

Both men stared at each other… you couldn’t tell what they were thinking but you could definitely tell what was about to go down.

Oh no …

Could you imagine that?

I swear! These two men got me by the throat- ;/;

I absolutely adore these two masked men, and I mean come on how could you not!?! <333

[respectthepetty]

Since I'm obsessed with Eddie (and Chen Yi) in Kiseki: Dear to Me, I'm watching the BTS videos, respectfully, so I thought I'd share some of my favorite tidbits.

Chen Yi does have trackers on Eddie.

Chen Yi does, in fact, like being tied up by Eddie.

And Eddie (after the actor did some hardcore mathing) has liked Chen Yi since elementary school.

Finally, "butt" was a possibility in that bar game.

thanks to @befuddledcinnamonroll for posting the links

BTS episode 1-2

BTS episode 3

BTS episode 4

BTS episode 5

[desertangels70s]

[mrskokushibo]

Someone made a beautiful sketch of my dh.... 💖

Image: Pinterest

[sweet-potatah-pie]

My loves 👸🏾💚🤴🏽

Board is filling up!

[sixgunluvr]

Here's another gif for you! I have sooooooo many to make!

[motherfeyre-archeron]

Honestly, Jude Duarte, high queen of elfhame can step on me and I'd thank her.

[reihino1988]

The wedding.

[lodgeofeilhart]

To me, this is Tissaia de Vries, the woman from seasons 1 and 2. Who we saw in season 3 wasn't her at all. She wasn't in character and I unfortunately don't regard that as her ending.

Some might agree, and others not, but the woman didn't die in S03E08. She's alive and kicking, rebuilding Aretuza for the next generation of sorceresses and going to help with the fight against the Wild Hunt. This ending was absolutely ridiculous. Never would she have told Yennefer, go, I'll compose myself and meet you later, to then kill herself. It wasn't in her nature to be cruel, and that ending was cruel. Yennefer should have teleported to Tissaia when she felt her wrists hurt... nothing makes sense.

[respectthepetty]

Kiseki: Dear to Me is my everything. This show is the love of my life. This show is my soulmate.

No other show can ever reach the level of this show.

[poisonbxtch]

[plasticrarity]

On the twenty-third day of the month of September, In an early year of a decade not too long before our own, The human race suddenly encountered a deadly threat to its very existence; And this terrifying enemy surfaced, as such enemies often do: In the seemingly most innocent and unlikely of places...

HAPPY LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS DAY