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stormxpadme replied to your post: Upopular opinion time

Tbh I’m more offended by these cock manipulations…

I'm more offended by how BAD the manips are. Terrible photoshop skills xD

danoise24 replied to your post: Upopular opinion time

Thank you, woman!!! My feelings exactly!!!!!

Well y'know, it's my opinion but honestly I'm sick of people being so fucking 'OMG CONGRATULATIONS BBY' or 'OH HE'S GONNA BE A GR8 DAD' NO, NO HE'S NOT.. He might be great with kids but he's fully booked up... so like what... yeah.. just stop with your bullshit nicey nicey comments and say what you really think. xD

mollylock reblogged your post: Upopular opinion time

I somewhat agree with you. He seems to be deliberately taking jobs that are taking him out of L.A.- and some of these...

I don't want anyone to get me wrong, I hope he DOES step up, because he's gonna look like an even bigger asshole if he doesn't y'know. Also don't get me wrong, I love the guy, but I'm sick of seeing people making assumptions when they don't want to take in the facts which are laid out on the internet about how busy he is. He's purposely filled his schedual up for three years solid, at least... that's three years of his 'child's life.

So no, he's not going to make a GR8 DAD in that respect. :/

[thisisjeremyfuckingrennertalking]

Hey. So I've never written you before but I love your blog! I recently got promoted at work and I'd love some custom Renner to celebrate little old me :-) Is that something you can help with?

 A slightly naughty Late Night Bonus Post to help this woman, ah, celebrate!  Thanks to staingirl for the pretty edit.

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danoise24 reblogged your photo: My Tumblr Crushes: stormxpadme (5%) stitchinliz...

I’m on your list, yeah :-) You’re pretty damn amazing yourself, woman!!

*bows* why thank you, fine lady :D Glad we can share in the awesome together, HA!

[disturbedbydesign]

Bite the Bullet

For the lovely and patient danoise24. NC-17 as usual.

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You were watching the clock tick down your last hour of work before the long weekend when you got the package. It was inconspicuously wrapped in black paper, trussed up with a pink ribbon and tied with a perfect bow. Your assistant handed it to you with a sealed envelope bearing your initials.

“This just came for you,” she said, not bothering to mask her curiosity. “It was messengered over. Is it from-”

You cut her off.

“Never you mind who it’s from,” you said with a smile. “You can head home early. Go on, get your weekend started.”

“You have any plans?” she asked.

She was trustworthy but she was young, and she was always pressing for details regarding your personal life. She knew you were dating Jeremy, and she knew you didn’t like to talk about it much, but she just couldn’t help herself. You let it slide, though. If you were in her shoes, you’d be doing the same damn thing.

“Just some much needed R&R at home,” you said, but it was a lie. You wouldn’t be at home, and you wouldn’t be resting. The thought put a smile on your face and she noticed.

“OK, then,” she said with a knowing glance. “Enjoy your rest.”

“Believe me,” you said, “I will.”

When you were sure she was gone you resisted the urge to rip open the gift and went for the card first, and it was a good thing, too, since the note read:

This is the first half of your gift. The second half is with me. Pack a bag, beautiful. I’m picking you up at 6. Don’t open it until I get there. – J.

He was so delightfully cruel sometimes. He knew that telling you not to open the box would ensure that it was the only thing in the world you wanted to do. You stared at it, as if willing yourself to have X-ray vision. You shook it. You even put your ear to it – anything for just a hint at what was inside. It was impenetrable, though, and you sighed and resigned yourself to waiting out the rest of your work day. Instead of wrapping up the loose ends you should have done before leaving, you ended up staring at the flower he’d sent you earlier that week – a lone orchid, delicate and beautiful and more than slightly vaginal in shape and color. It made you smile. Other men would have gone for a dozen long-stemmed red roses and a Hallmark card, but not Jeremy. He went for the most suggestive flower he could find and sent it with a handwritten note that could have made a whore blush. Such a dirty boy, that one. The day’s end couldn’t come fast enough.

You were out the door at 5 o’clock on the dot and you made it home as fast as the traffic would allow. It was 5:45 by the time you opened your front door and you scrambled to get your shit together for the weekend. You didn’t plan on leaving Jeremy’s place so you didn’t need much. You packed the basics, plus a new bikini you’d just picked up. It was an itty-bitty thing, all white, and it covered practically none of your tall, slender frame. You knew Jeremy would love it. He loved you best in nothing at all, though. You smiled. He’d have plenty of that this weekend.

You heard him pull up and honk the horn. Coming from anyone else, it would have been obnoxious, but knowing it was him just excited you. You grabbed your shit and rushed out the door and there he was, waiting for you in his silver Porsche. He had the top down and he was wearing a leather jacket over the Led Zeppelin t-shirt that fit him perfectly, sunglasses that looked like they were made just for him, and that wicked smile of his that made your panties wet with just one look.

“Hey gorgeous,” he said. “You get your present?”

You walked over to the driver’s side and nodded as you leaned in for a kiss. It was short but sweet, just enough tongue to get your mind racing and remind you what else that tongue could do. He popped the trunk and you threw your shit inside, keeping the gift-wrapped box in your hand as he instructed you.

“Can I open it yet?” you asked, and he just grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Let’s get on the road first,” he said. “I want to get there before it gets dark out.”

You looked at him quizzically. “Where are we going?”

He revved the engine and turned to you with a smile. “Santa Barbara,” he said. “I rented a place for the weekend. You’ve been working hard. You deserve a mini-vacation.”

You didn’t know what to say so you just leaned over and kissed him again, deeper this time, to show your appreciation. He brought one hand off the stick shift and tangled it in your long brown hair, pulling you even closer to him. You lost yourself in the smell of him – smoke and leather and musk and man. You were dizzy by the time you pulled away.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked. “Let’s go.”

Traffic getting out of the city was a nightmare, but somehow with Jeremy by your side, looking sexy as hell behind the wheel, it didn’t matter. You’d never been one to swoon over a guy in an expensive car, but Jeremy made it look good. He made everything look good and you lost yourself staring at him, his hair flying wild in the wind as you sped down the Pacific Coast Highway, sun shining on his face and highlighting all those little imperfections that made him perfect. He caught you looking and you just smiled.

“It’s a good thing you’re wearing a skirt,” he said, and that devious look passed across his face again. He was staring at your long, bare legs and you swatted his arm.

“Eyes on the road, please,” you said, but he could stare all he wanted. You knew what was on his mind, or at least, you thought you did.

“So can I open my gift now?” you asked. “Isn’t there another part to it or something? I’m dying of curiosity over here.”

He licked his lips and reached into the pocket of his leather jacket, pulling out a pack of AA batteries.

“The fuck is this?” you asked.

“Just open the box,” he said, and you did. You were greeted with the sight of a little silver bullet with a remote control. You looked over at him with your eyes wide and he just laughed.

“Oh my God,” you said. “No.”

“Oh, yes,” he said. “Put the batteries in.”

“Now? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Come on,” he said. “It’ll be fun. Take off your panties.”

“No way. Uh-uh. Not happening.”

He flashed you the puppy dog eyes and you knew you’d give in to him. You couldn’t resist that face, and if you were being honest, the idea of the whole thing was turning you on. Maybe it was how exposed you were in the convertible, or maybe it was just how fucking sexy he was. Either way, you gave in. You looked around and, convinced no one could see you, you shimmied out of your panties.

“Give ‘em here,” he said, and he snatched them from you, putting them in his pocket.

He waited for you to slide the bullet up under your skirt, watching you, trying to catch a glimpse of your bare flesh underneath but you made sure to hold your skirt down. He was only slightly disappointed, though, and he grabbed the remote in his right hand, multitasking you and the stick shift. You had it in position but you weren’t ready for it to spring to life. One small movement of his thumb and you were clutching the leather, trying to maintain some sense of composure while the toy buzzed mercilessly against your bare clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you said. “Slow it down. I can’t. Oh my God.”

“What’s that,” he said with a devilish smile. “I can’t hear you. Did you say turn it up?”

And he did, and it was too much but in that good way. Despite your best efforts to keep it together you started writhing around in your seat, moaning and cursing. You clawed at his hand, trying to snatch the remote away from him but he was having none of it. He moved it just out of your grasp and licked his lips as he watched you coming undone next to him. You resigned yourself to it and you let it happen, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, imagining his face buried between your legs and your thighs gripping him so tight. You brought your hands to your hair and pulled at it.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him. His lips were parted slightly and his dragged the tip of his tongue across the bottom one as he watched you. Every few seconds he would turn to watch the road, but his attention was mostly on you – watching your face and the jerking motions of your body as the bullet worked its magic. It was terribly dangerous and stupid but it was so fucking hot you didn’t care and you were just seconds from exploding. He turned it up even higher and you couldn’t help but scream into the wind as you came hard. Anyone who was looking would have known exactly what was happening, but you’d shed your inhibitions the second he’d turned the thing on and now all you could focus on was how gorgeous he looked and the sight of his fingers working the remote.

“Oh God, turn it off. Please.”

You heard him laugh and he turned it down but not all the way off.

“Nope,” he said. “One more. For me.”

“Fuck, Jeremy, I can’t. Please.”

“Yes you can, baby. You know you can.”

“Goddammit,” you screamed and you punched the leather on either side of your legs. “Fuck.”

You couldn’t take the vibrations on your clit for another second so you reached under your skirt to adjust its position. He saw you reaching in and you could hear him moan.

“Put it inside you, baby,” he said. “I bet you’re so fucking wet right now you could slide it right in.”

“Jeremy, please,” you begged. “I can’t. It’s too much.”

And it was but you didn’t really care because the way he was looking at you was so primal that you would do anything he wanted. You pushed the bullet inside your soaking cunt and he cranked it all the way up as you rocked back and forth on the seat. You knew it wouldn’t be long now, especially since he was really into it and saying all sorts of filthy dirty things – the kind he knew you liked, the kind that never failed to set you off. This time was no different and you came again, fingers clutching the dashboard in front of you and cursing a blue streak until he finally agreed to turn it off.

“You little shit,” you said, breathless.

“You like it,” he said, and you saw him wink behind his sunglasses. You ran your hands through your hair and sighed, because you did. You really did.

[snooziep]

just for fun

11 Questions - Now Tag, You’re It!

I GOT TAGGED. and ooh this is my first one of these (and i have another to do as well!!).  hope i do it right (sooo many tumblr rules to learn)   tagged by renneredspeechless

Rules:  •Post the rules.  •Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then make 11 new ones.  •Tag 5 people and link them to your post.  •Let them know you’ve tagged them.  

My Questions To You:   1. When did you last properly laugh and what at? hansel and gretel last night, when the troll said his name was edward.  come on, that has to be a twilight reference. bwahahahaha   2. What is on the walls of the room you are in? a framed bowie poster (image circa 1974), an original painting of bowie my friend rich, a mirror, some book shelves   3. If you became Tony Stark overnight, what would be the first thing you would buy with his millions?  ooh, im a bit careful with money, er, my car tax which is due today (bugger!)   4. What’s your favourite line from a movie? oh god, so many.  let's limit it to renner, makes it easier.  'we're my happy story'   5. Renner has died a few times on film. If you could save any Renner character who would it be and why?  saul gregor, so i could give him a hug and give him some of the millions i just got from tony stark and make him all better   6. The world is ending and you’ve been chosen to repopulate the human race on a new planet. You can take one book, movie and CD. Go! stephen king duma key, neo ned, drugstore anatomy   7. What would be your ideal first date?  nice pint in a nice pub,    8. What smells remind you of home?  anything christmassy nutmeg/cinnamon   9. What is your favourite comfort food?  toast and dripping   10. Most exciting thing you’ve ever done?  seeing rubens barrichello win the british grand prix at silverstone was pretty exciting   11. Where is the one place in the world you want to go but haven’t been to yet? iceland

my questions for you

1. What is the nearest thing to you right now that is yellow?

2. What was your first job?

3.  What age would you like to go back (or forwards) to and why?

4. What got you into mr renner?

5.  What languages do you speak, and what single language would you like to speak?

6.  Rollercoasters?

7.  How are you feeling right now?

8.  What is your favourite kitchen utensil and why?

9.  Who was the best teacher you ever had and why?

10.  Have you ever met anyone who started out as an internet friend (excluding online dating)?

11.  Hmm, last question..... why do you tumbl??

and now, the victims!!

jeremyrennersbeautycausesmepain, amyrenneraddict, jeremyrennergifs, omgstaahp, danoise24

ps. if you don't do this sort of thing - that's fine :)

[wendyqueenofnaughty-blog]

hey sweetie - let me know as soon as you have any news, I'm positive it'll be good :) I'm working on your post, so coming up as soon as I'm done :)

I will & thanks, I hope so too. We'll see. I have NO idea when their nanny gets back today though so..... We'll see. But thanks, I'm looking forward to seeing my post!