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♡ Texts From Last Night ♡

[text:] I was so high last night that at one point I kept licking his neck saying he tasted like soap and truffles.

[text:] He may not be good for my soul but he’s great for my vagina!

[text:] If you really hate him do what I do: give him an amazing night of unforgettable sex then dump him. You’ll ruin sex for him because new girls won’t compare

[text:] I don’t care that he’s a decade younger. He’s cute and I need a good penising

[text:] Last night was a bad idea. I’m hungover and the contents of my purse smell like Korean BBQ.

[text:] Hot or not, she’s from Boston. It’s hard to nut when she sounds like Mark Wahlberg

[text:] Sorry about kicking you last night but you don’t mess with a girls margarita bucket. Ever

[text:] “Offered to eat Froot Loops out of my belly button” drunk. Thats how drunk.

[text:] I sent him nudes while he is at work because I am an evil human being.

[text:] He’s got a big dick and a big ego. This could be fun

[text:] That’s the second time my extensive knowledge of Taylor Swift has gotten me laid

[text:] He woke me with blue berry pancakes and a blow job. He’s a keeper.

[text:] Do you recall asking me to zip line through your wedding dressed as a bleeding angel?

[text:] Two words: nipple clamps

[text:] Oh I had the weirdest dream in which I was an archeologist stealing a golden dildo from a snobby British person

[text:] BRB. These cougars are squabbling over my junk and one of them is offering to pay my tuition

[text:] your horoscope this morning…very interesting…good luck today

[text:] I’m not unpopping my collar. This shirt is too expensive to crease.

[text:] I am lonely and I want to touch your beard

[text:] They have 12 kegs and 40 bottles of liquor and a pool with a diving board. And hardly anyone at this wedding knows me. Should be a great night

[text:] If eating a cheesesteak naked doesn’t make me feel better, then I don’t know what will.

[text:] You are the alcoholic guardian angel of raccoons

[text:] I always hoped that one day I’d have a sex position named in my honor.

[text:] Want to come over? I’m getting stoned and watching Netflix and making s'mores over a candle in my room

[text:] We were running down las vegas boulevard at 8:30 am with our beers cause we were late for our flight

[text:] It was awkward at first he now knows I fucked his little brother, they were both there. then the tequila kicked in and everything was fine.

[text:] I am far too hungover to deal with the fact I can hear you masturbating in the bathroom.

[text:] He is crying over the toilet and his friends just came in and tried to make him take another jello shot.

[text:] So for future reference…. it’s a little unnerving when I can’t get hold of you, and the last communication we had was, “Oh fuck… It’s tequila”

[text:] I was just handed a bible on my walk of shame….are you there god? It’s tequila Tuesday’s hangover

[text:] He returned my car yesterday. Found a duffel bag with beef jerky, condoms, and a handgun this morning. Slightly concerned

[text:] I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.

[text:] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text:] At McDonald’s last night the guy gave you the wrong kind of McFlurry, so you screamed at him, “YOU MCFUCKED UP.”

[text:] This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?

#( visage. )#alek

── ROWAN

Each slap on her ass elicited a happy moan from the redhead. It stung and she was sure each slap would leave behind a red imprint of his hand on her ass, but the pain was also delicious. She basked in it, relished in how absolutely good it felt. Long arms stretched forward before she raised them and clasped her hands together. She looked over her shoulder, too. Well as best as she could considering her hair was now disheveled mess from the tossing and turning. Still, she managed to catch a glimpse of him. “I’ve been so awful,” she purred, playing along with the little game. As she spoke, she wiggled her ass against him - enticing him to claim her again. Or maybe spank her again. She didn’t know what she wanted other than she craved his attention, his devotion, and whatever touch he felt like gracing her with.

There was a small pause, but it was only long enough for her to cry out as his hand came down quickly against her ass again in a quick succession. She lay flatly against the bed, letting her body mold against the mattress, but continued to keep her back arched. Oh, she wanted him to QUIT teasing her and fuck her again but he wouldn’t. And so she’d play his game. Her back was still arched as she slowly gyrated her hips. Doing so pushed him further inside her. Not too deep, but just enough for them to enjoy the motion of her hips. “I’ve been such a slut in my office because of you. I get so lonely in there sometimes and I think of you, and I touch myself. I lock the door…” She paused, once again choose to let out a soft moan as she gyrated her hips. “And I lifted my little dress - the ones you love fucking me in - and I slid my fingers inside my panties. I opened my legs so wide and I just PICTURED you making me strip for you… Like one of the girls in the club in my own office - and you couldn’t hold back any longer and fucked me over the desk. Kept calling me your dirty little slut and spanking me. You came inside me and then made me lick your cock clean. Fuck it was so hot. Then I pictured going to class - giving a long lecture with your cum still inside me.”

Another pause, one so that she could look over her shoulder again. “I came so fucking hard. You see how bad I am? How slutty I am? I’m fingering myself at work because of you.”

For days after there’d be reminders of their lovemaking marked by Alek’s hand print on her pert ass. He aimed to leave her sore and writhing for him–like he always did—to entice his wife to desire more of him. A slow tease before he claimed her again, just to make her wiggle. An ardent grunt of impatience emitted from the displeasure of their separated bodies. His eyes feasted upon her beautiful curves and before he could press himself inside of her slick entrance, he sent another series of spanks to redden her ass a darker shade. “So dirty,” he hissed. Her story pleased him knowing that she couldn’t get him out of her head, even at her workplace. A surprise visit for the future was in due order.

The more Alek visualized the scenario of her–legs spread and fingers vigorously coursing in and out of her depths—the less he could contain his zeal. “I should have left the club early and mounted you on your desk, tearing your panties off with my teeth after hiking up your dress to give it to you hard.” That would have been an unforgettable day, to say the least. With such thoughts consuming him his restraint was fading and his tip slowly disappeared into her pussy. Without warning he bucked hard into her, filling every inch of her moist core with his stiff cock. A pleasurable moan left his lips as he squeezed inside of her. His thrusts became faster and more forceful that his hands gripped her ass hard, digging his nails into her skin. “I’m going to cum so fucking hard into you again. You feel so damn good.” Her story was putting him over the edge faster than he had anticipated, but then again she easily worked him off without saying a single word.

“You’ll be cleaning my dick off soon enough, älskling,” he promised, hovering closer against her to penetrate even deeper. Each thrust felt like a little slice of heaven.

#rowan #reynlrunnr

What Flavor Is Your Soul?

SALT

ah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle

Tagged by: @youaremy--angel Tagging: @reynlrunnr

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── ANGEL

“Mhm, I’d love spending my weekend in Italy with you,” Angel voiced it just like his question, relishing how her own words sounded in her voice. She meant it as well – Angel wasn’t some kind of girl who got attached easily but Alek involved her so very deeply. The man’s attention brought her comfort like one night stands couldn’t, she didn’t know she missed some sort of caresses until she’d began to receive it all again. Not just caresses, of course. They had to be Alek’s. A giggle escaped her cheery red lips yet once again having his nose brushing against her own, an act she returned so very slightly. It was innocent, yet still served to show what would be in store to both soon. Fuck, Angel loved how he could switch – From naughty to gentle, sexual to warm, Alek knew how to satisfy her like no man had done so in ages to the point she knew she didn’t want anyone else.

“Maybe when we stay in our hotel room, I can promise to walk around naked…just to let you see me all you want but you gotta promise you will keep me hot all moments,” Angel whispered close to his ear, gently letting her pale hands run down his jaw before she let her lips meet his own again. The woman kissed his lips heatedly, excited to both getting off the country by his side but mostly being on his arms like that. Angel already knew she couldn’t get enough of him. And of course, she loved being spoiled but being so through attention meant the world to her. “And I will put up some particular shows to you…you deserve it, boss,” she breathed the word purposefully as her lips curled up into a naughty smirk, knowing very well how it would get to him so hard.

His fingers were mere inches from touching her panties yet he knew they were almost to his place and it wouldn’t be fair to start something he couldn’t finish. Instead he reciprocated her kisses with his tongue moving in sync with hers in a rhythmic motion. Tasting her hot mouth and breathing in her scent left him enamored with the raven haired beauty. “We can’t go to Italy and stay in the room the whole time. Lot’s of sight seeing, darling. Though I’m sure we can take in the sights while having sex on the balcony,” he compromised with a sly grin. Being naked with her the entire weekend sounded like a dream, though he definitely wanted to show her around his favorite hotspots in Italia, starting with a romanic boat ride in Venice.

“You’ll have to tell me more about these shows in explicit detail,” he cooed. The car stopped and he immediately got out into his garage and walked around to open her door. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me show you my home.” He reached for her hand and led her in the door that entered his kitchen. It wasn’t a modest size by any means despite Alek not being home to cook often. It was furnished with stainless steal appliances, a large kitchen island, and a long quartz counter that wrapped around a significant area. Stools were tucked under it for added seating though there was a full dining room to the right. “This is my kitchen,” he pointed out as he led her into the room completely. “Would you like something to drink while I pack an overnight bag?” He was already texting his flight captain to see if he could get a last minute flight that evening. Alek didn’t have his aviation license but he hoped to take lessons one day.

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Bill Skarsgård featured in Café Magazine.

#( visage. )#roman

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Look at Our Alex trying not to be tall

So as to not overshadow his cohorts of The Northman. And then see what a good time he's having even with press scheduled up to his neck. Man, he looks good in a sweater.

Alex in Rome doing press for the premier of The Northman.

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#( visage. )#alek

#( visage. )

── ROWAN

Alek’s lips ravished her own. His kiss burned her. It was filled with a burning passion and love, too, and she fucking loved every second of it. And even returned to it as well. For every touch he gave her, she touched him back, holding him and pulling him toward her as close as they could get. “Pussy,” came her breathless answer, followed by her tugging at her own lower lip with her teeth. She had plans to give him her ass at a later occasion because she wanted nothing more than for him to fill her up again.

Somehow, she managed to pull herself up and then rolled over so that it was her on top. For a moment, she thought of taking his hands and pinning them above his head so she could FUCK him. But that, too, would have to be for a later day. Laughter fell from her lips as she climbed off the bed so that she could then climb atop it again. As she did so, she reached for a few pillows that she then used to place under her stomach. She arched her back, too, exposing her ass and pussy for him.

“Give me a fucking spanking,” she practically begged. “I want you to spank me so hard. And then fuck me. Fuck me, baby. I need it so fucking much.”

His cock remained completely hard to pleasure his wife all over again. Now in the confines of their bedroom, they’d be able to take their time with each other instead of a hurried fuck (though still equally as satisfying). With their heated bodies and lips pressed together a tingle of excitement rolled down his back at her answer. He could hardly get enough of her tight pussy, no matter how many times he’s had it. His teeth tugged back at her lower lip too, careful to nip it gently as to not draw blood.

“Anything for you, my queen,” he murmured. Just when he thought she was going to mount him and go for a blissful ride, Alek was left watching her move off the bed. A small pout moved to his lips, which was slowly replaced by curiosity the longer he watched her. As she arched forward her beautiful ass and pussy were all spread out for him, ripe for the taking. “Fuck, you look delicious,” he cursed, already sitting up and crawling behind her. Up on his knees he pressed his stiffness against her wet pussy lips, coating himself again with a combination of their juices. Then he smacked his hardness against each one of her creamy white ass cheeks, watching it bounce off of each one nicely. “Have you been a very bad girl?” He inquired playfully, excited by their continued games. His tip swelled as he pressed it against her entrance, popping it in a half inch before denying her any more of it. This time he took his hand and spanked her ass, starting out moderately, but enough to redden each one of her cheeks. “Tell me how naughty you’ve been...and don’t leave out a single detail,” he commanded followed by another series of stinging slaps to her pert ass. If he hadn’t just had her, he’d be plowing on home by now.

#reynlrunnr #rowan

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( 💗 ) a loving text : @youaremy--angel

( ✉ → iMessage ) I’m thinking about you tonight, wishing you were in my bed.

( ✉ → iMessage ) Do you miss me too?

( ✉ → iMessage ) I want to be inside of you right now, baby.

( ✉ → iMessage ) Can I send a car for you?

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( 😉 ) a suggestive text : @youaremy--angel