I Might Have To Write A Little Something Special For My Man As An Apology For Not Giving Him Enough Love.

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ohh i am connecting the fucking dots. wonka almost drowns in chocolate, and so does augustus. he’s pushed down a laundry chute, veruca falls down a trash cute. his chocolates are poisoned, violet eats a defective piece of his candy. he’s almost blown into a thousand pieces while travelling, and mike is scattered and reassembled while travelling. did he fucking take inspiration from his own tragedies and near death experiences to psychologically torture the kids. what the hell

olivia benson in season 1 (1999)

i wanna take a bite out of him

ℙ𝕆𝕍: 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕓 𝕀𝕤😫

I CRAVE him daily atp

i need someone to tell me that i’m not insane for watching now you see me and suddenly wanting mark ruffalo (carnally)

might have to come out of retirement

sinners… bo chow… my google docs r speaking to me.

i would DIE for this little shit istg

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+ MDNI, jealous!Ollie, choking, my terrible grammar 😚

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now we all know that oliver is an obsessive lover. that much is clear. he wants to be with you hell he needs it. it feels like part of him is missing when you’re gone. he can’t stop himself from touching you the minute you walk through his dorm room door. the second you enter the threshold his hands are on you, fingers stroking your cheeks, lips on yours. he just cannot get enough.

if he could crawl inside your ribcage and live by your heart forever he’d do it in a heartbeat. having his thick cock burried deep inside you is the next best thing to him. fucking you raw and deep is intimate in way nothing else is. there’s just something so raw and personal about him being the only person who gets to see you splayed out on his bed, your hands tangled in his hair, your soft eyes looking into the icy blue of his own, all while his cock lays embedded within you.

much like felix, he doesn’t like to share what’s his. he won’t. he likes having you all to himself. and he likes being yours. this causes him to get a little (a lot) jealous when he sees you with other guys. if michael looks at you too long he makes sure to protectively place his hand on your thigh, squeezing ever so gently to let his ‘friend’ know that you’re off limits. does oliver see michael as competition? of course not! but he does know how badly michael wanted to be where he is now, his cock in your tight pussy, ravaging you like it was his birthright. of course he knew that’s how michael felt, because thats how he felt during those first few weeks of university after seeing you for the first time. he felt like a horny high schooler with a crush way out of his league (in his opinion). when you said his named for the first time he could have came in his jeans then and there, you were just so beautiful. so, so beautiful. now you were all his.

i wouldn’t put it past him to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you when you get back to the dorms. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, god he trusts you with his life. he doesn’t trust everyone else. maybe he’s a little insecure but all that goes out the window when he’s driving himself into you, his hand grasping your throat- not hard enough to bruise but firm enough to get the message across- he cock so hard and thick that it feels like he may break you.

he moves his hand up to your cheek lightly tapping to get your attention watching the way your glassy eyes focus on him and only him. good.

“who do you belong to, hmm?” he asks, his thrusts never faltering, his cock so deep inside you, you were sure you could feel it in your stomach. “you” it was barely above a whisper, tears of pure ecstasy flowing down your soft cheeks. he needed to hear it, he needed to feel it. he ceases his thrusts immediately, smiling devilishly at the whine that escapes your kiss bitten lips. “who do you belong to, sweetheart? don’t make me ask again.” his hand is back round your throat, a tighter grip this time. you can barely breathe but it brings you so close to the edge. “You! Oliver. Im yours all yours.” it comes out almost like a prayer, an act of pure devotion and love. it was true. you didn’t want or need anyone else when you had such a beautiful man to wreck you and put you back together again every time. he gives you a smile of satisfaction, it’s almost condescending, but by god does it stir your stomach.

“there’s my good girl.”

taglist 💌: @sydneyyymayyy

no because i watched the third film ans was ike damn he fiiiiineee and no one said nun… LOOK AT HIM

People are now just realising how fine Jacob Scipio is after seeing him in Bad Boys 4.

Did no one see him in Bad Boys 3 or Expendables 4?

The man is fine as hell

i’m sat.