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Even Matt and Emma shared my confusion over the choking scene

Emma laughing about it then deleting the post

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Rhaenyra: I am heir to the throne of House Targaryen and I will refuse to reign in a land of bone and dust. We just have to talk to Alicent about Aegond’s unjust coronation, right?

Daemon, with hundreds of soldiers behind him and in armor ready to raise hell: Certainly dear.

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They said Lucerys fought a dragon like a Targaryen, died at sea like a Velaryon and was brave like a Strong 🥺🥺🥺

#HouseOfTheDragon

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Daemon “as you wish, My Queen” Targaryen. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON “The Black Queen” (2022) dir. Greg Yaitanes.

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Did they really think they could lock Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon in a room and wait patiently until she bowed down to a psychopath as they usurped the throne from a woman who happened to be the rightful heir? AGAIN? When the last woman usurped was herself?

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viseryes : you already have a wife .

daemon : * stomping his feet on the floor , full on tantrum mode * i want another one !!!

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This video of Paddy Considine saying "she's serving Targaryen realness" has me stunlocked

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Pedro Pascal as Oberyn Martell in Game of Thrones

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Pedro Pascal as Oberyn Martell in Game of Thrones

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OBERYN MARTELL | GAME OF THRONES (2011 - 2019) | 4.01 TWO SWORDS

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TJ IM FUCKING CRYING. This was the best thing to wake up to. 

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Exhibitionism - Max Phillips

Exhibitionism || Hair-pulling || Ass worship Max Phillips x f!reader

Words: 700 Warnings: smut. PiV.

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You couldn’t exactly say you were surprised.

When Max hauled you into his new office and slipped his hand under your skirt it was pretty much business as usual. And when he jerked your panties to your knees and turned you to put your hands up against the wall that was par for the course as well.

What was new was cool glass instead of paint beneath your fingers. What was new was the view out into the small park with parents and kids strolling and honest to god ducks not fifty feet away.

"Max, no."

He didn’t act like he heard you, fingers slipping between your legs to stroke into your heat while he softly bit your neck. No fangs, not yet, just a soft nip to let you know he was thinking about it. His other hand slipped around to palm your breast, tucking inside your shirt and then pulling it down to expose you to the cool A/C.

You tried to struggle. "Max, people can see."

"So?" He rolled your nipple between his fingers and you felt the brush of his teeth when you moaned.

"There are families." You pushed against the window and Max’s hands came up to cover yours. You noticed a smear of your own wetness across what was perfectly clean glass.

"No one looks up," he whispered into your ear, rocking his cock into your ass. "And these windows are tinted, even if someone did they wouldn’t see anything." He held you firm, slowly rubbing against your core. "This is the only spot my fucking coworkers can’t see from the door."

You thought about that while he sank his fangs into your neck. The new office had a small window in the door, it was true. And you hadn’t really noted what parts of the office were visible or not when you’d walked in.

"C’mon baby," Max pressed your hands against the window, "just let me…" With a soft kick he shifted your legs apart and you sighed as you gave in, spreading your legs even further. As soon as you did you heard him growl, letting you go immediately and working his pants open.

A hand pressed low on your back and you arched your spine for him, sighing as he slid home. His other hand curled around the nape of your neck, squeezing softly.

"That’s my good girl," he grunted, hips smacking into the backs of your thighs. The hand on your lower back slid around to dip between your legs and you felt his chest press to your back, tongue lapping where he had already bitten. "They offered me a secretary with the promotion but why would I take that when I can take you?"

You stifled a giggled, fingers curling slightly on the glass. "Do you think secretaries are only for fucking? What is this, 1956?"

He chuckled into your skin and then his fingers circled you just so and you were struggling to think about anything other than how he felt inside you and on you and with you. His lips smeared under your jaw and he grunted as he shoved in further, faster, taking your roughly and pressing small tight circles over your clit until you were moaning his name over and over and scratching your nails down the window.

He settled back into his desk chair, pulling you into his lap and nuzzling into your hair. "Fuck baby that was good."

You blinked out at the clear blue sky. The treetops just below the window. "You’re welcome."

He laughed again and you joined in this time, slowly pulling away to set your clothes to rights and give him a quick kiss on the nose. It was the end of your lunch break and you needed to get back to your own office across town.

As you left you looked up towards his office windows out of curiosity and then groaned.

Max had lied.

Not only were the windows not tinted, but even from the ground you could clearly see the handprints you had left on the glass.

You were going to kill him.

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read. this. now.

The Devil Speaks in Tongues (Part Three)

Pairing: Dio Morrissey x f!reader, No use of Y/N

Rating: E (Explicit, No Minors, 18+ Only)

Word count: 2608

Warnings: DARK!Dio, Angst, Demonic Possession, Smut, Pure Filth, Deception, Squirting, PIV (Wrap it up…), Edging, Sexual Acts in a Church, Brief Encounter with a Priest, Explicit Language, Explicit Descriptions, Vaginal Fingering, Choking, Paranoia, Creampie, Slight Violent Overtone at One Point. If I have missed any, please reach out and tell me.

A/N: I’m sorry this has taken me so long to write, I’ve had trouble with finding the will to write and then had some bad news about a member of my family, so forgive me for this being so late. But here is this monster of part three. Smut is under the cut. @diomorissey Here you are baby, I hope Dio is everything you can imagine.

As always, Reblogs and comments are HIGHLY appreciated and if you love what you see, go ahead and add yourself to my taglist!! 

Editing: Myself, all mistakes are my own.

(Part Two)

The heavy, dark tone carried loudly through your ears, your eyes flicked open to look into Dio’s blown black pools of lustful greed. His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, his hands dragging down the underside of your thighs until he meets the junction of your knees, where he gripped firmly before he stood up. His tall dark figure was illuminated by the dusky orange glow of the booth, glinting off of his chains and rings as his hands slowly dipped down to his waist, pulling his black shirt up, slowly revealing more of his bronzed, defined abdomen.

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day 1 🎃 mandalorian

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PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE’S HOTTEST MOMENTS

68. 62/232 votes → Oberyn Martell being very direct in Game of Thrones | Two Swords (2014)

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Yoooooo, imagine Ezra reading to you ☺ his southern accent wrapping around you like a warm blanket. He probably leans his head against yours while reading and kisses your forehead every so often saying how much he loves you

First of all, Elijah!! This is beautiful, I am over here pining over this. I'd love to have Ezra read to me. He would melt my heart in an instance. So lets try this.

Pairing: Ezra x gn!reader

Warnings: Absolutely none.

Word Count: 643

A/N: I hope I captured Ezra, in his mannerisms and how he speaks, well. This is 100% softboy, fluff..

Comfort

You tug lightly at the mustard yellow sweatshirt Ezra has on, eyes big and soft as he turns around to wrap his arms around you. "Welcome home, starlight. I have missed you terribly, today." Ezra hums, his warmth encompassing you, while your arms circle around his, slightly, softer middle.

"Oh, Ezra. I've missed you too. I've thought about your sweet voice all day at work." You chuckle lightly, pushing up on your tiptoes to kiss his chin gently. Ezra leans down some, making it easier for you to reach his chin, and the warmth of your kiss spreads through him. Ezra smiles down at you, a little gleam in his eyes. "You have been thinking about my voice all day, starlight? Tell me, what is it that you have thought of." He says in that cool, almost southern drawl, while his lips curl into a smile as he admires you. He lifts a hand to your cheek, gently brushing the backs of his fingers over your cheek, admiring the way your soft skin felt on his rougher, calloused hands. "Oh stars. I didn't expect you to request that." You hum, thrumming your fingers on the small of his back, a small blush forming over your cheeks. Ezra's warm, brown eyes glance over your pinkening cheeks and smiles softly, that smile that shows he is holding his entire world in his hands. "I was thinking about you reading to me..." You say softly, turning your head further into his soft touch.

Ezra hums in delight, his fingers still tracing little features across your face. "That's precious, starlight. You want to lay in our book nook and let me read 'The Great Gatsby' to you?" His voice smooth as cinnamon butter on one of mommas fresh baked bread rolls. It always chilled you to the bone, calming every tender nerve that stung. You look into his eyes, smile beaming from ear to ear, your body practically vibrating in joy. "Yes, please, my moonlight. Let me change into something more comfortable, and I'll meet you in the nook?" You ask excitedly, pulling away from him to scurry off and change. You slip into one of his oversized, long sleeved t-shirts and a pair of pajama shorts and head back into the living room. "Starlight, I'm already in the nook. I brought us some hot chocolate, made just the way you like them, piled high with whipped cream, marshmallows, cinnamon, and of course, I did not forget to put your Butterfinger in yours." Ezra coos, as he hears the little pitter patter of your feet on the mahogany floors. You practically dive into the bed, crawling across it until you reach Ezra's arms. He immediately lifts the blanket for you to tuck yourself into, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in real close. Ezra leans in and places several gentle kisses to your face, before the last one meets your lips. It's warm, like Ezra, radiating warmth all the way through you. He's your comfort, your soulmate, and with each passing day, you grow deeper and deeper in love with him. You nuzzle into, resting your head against his chest, one hand on his thigh and the other hand resting on his chest. He opens the book, pulling you as close as he possibly can, your ear rests perfectly above his heart, listening to each perfect little thump. Ezra clears his throat and he begins to read the first chapter. Each delicate word dripped like southern comforts, dipped in honey and rolled in sugar. His voice lulling you to sleep, as you listen to his heart flutter, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. "Goodnight, my sweet starlight. May you have dreams of the '20s and us in prohibition, zoot suits, flapper dress' and all." Ezra whispers, closing the book and placing it above his head.