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When a physicist falls in love :)

Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.

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guys i got a new job

#i'll actually have to work

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SKINS 3.05 "freddie"

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୨୧ how sugardaddy!rafe found his favorite little muñeca

rafe wasn’t entirely sure as to what it was that piqued his father’s need to go on vacation every few months out of the year, but he wasn’t against it. since returning back to tannyhill, following his brief collegiate stint, rafe needed an outlet — a place where he could go and blow a few tens of thousands of dollars and not be reprimanded, a place where he could lose himself in copious amounts of coke without judgement, a place where he could be the man — the one who was needed, the one who had all the answers.

so, when ward came up with the brilliant idea to send his eldest of kin to the island of culebra, puerto rico — just to keep his volatile son out of trouble … rafe was quick and eager to oblige.

the villa was immaculate, completely renovated from the ground up, with the pristine view of the clear turquoise waters that crashed against the powder white sand. but what caught rafe’s bright baby blues was the little puerto rican girl who stood bent over, tiny white shorts sucked in the soft fat of your plush ass as you carefully picked at the bright fuschia hibiscus flower that grew alone in the patch of crisp green grass. shiny blown out hair cascaded down the small of your back as rafe tongued the inside of his cheek, watching closely as you straightened your posture, the shorts now almost entirely swallowed by your plump ass.

rafe couldn’t help himself, but continue to ogle at you, his bloodshot eyes carelessly drinking in the way your bronze skin shimmered under the sun, as well as the cute hot pink heart-shaped glitter tattoo that sparkled on your lower back. and fuck, it took everything in him to not shove his hand down his pants with the way the fat of your ass sat all heavy and perfectly curved against the flimsy fabric of your shorts.

smiling to himself, rafe obnoxiously clears his throat, causing you to flinch and whip your pretty little head at him, all wide eyed and open-mouthed, “uh, don’t think y’should be pickin’ at other people’s flowers, huh?” he questions, his voice dripping in a condescending cadence as you immediately drop the pretty flower from your small fist, allowing it to fall at your sparkly pink toes.

remaining silent, you awkwardly shift on your feet, blinking your wispy lashes together as you close your mouth, “i’m sorry, i just — hmph,” you sigh, your nose scrunched in frustration as you struggled to find the right words … in english, at least.

cocking his head to the side, rafe chuckles at your fussy state, his stringy bangs masking the way he incessantly stared at the way the swells of your breasts bounced against your one size too small lily pink triangle bikini top. judging by your thick accent, rafe could tell that communicating with you would be a bit of a struggle — lucky for you, he considered himself to be a proactive man of sorts.

taking a step closer to you, rafe feigns a sigh of disappointment, even going so far as to pinch the bridge of his nose “i don’t know, i may just have to tell someone that y’just comin’ here and makin’ a mess of things — i can’t have that, sweetheart,” he shrugs.

your little heart thumped rapidly against your chest as you bit down into your pouty bottom lip, swallowing thickly as you brought your terrified gaze to the ground.

deciding to twist the knife, rafe nudged the point of your chin with the side of his signet-tinged index finger with squinted eyes, “y’parents never taught y’how to talk to people, huh?” he questions, his pupil-blown eyes searching yours as you parted your swollen lips.

furiously shaking your head, you take a short breath, “i-i dunno how — the words are h-hard,” you speak, your voice small and mousey as your eyes meet rafe’s intimidatingly blue ones.

“well, y’gotta learn, yeah?” rafe shrugs.

with bright and naive eyes, you let out an excited gasp, “you can teach me?” you question, swollen lips pursed together as rafe licks over his pink chapped lips, taking another step closer to you as his rough hand grasps the side of your face.

you were a naive little one, a bit too welcoming … but he could fix teach you.

bringing his thumb to curve around your jaw, rafe shushes you, “y’shouldn’t be walkin’ around stranger’s houses dressed like that — your daddy ever teach you that?” rafe lightly pushes your head back, a shit-eating grin now playing on his handsome face as you obediently answer him with a forceful shake of your head.

your bambi eyes now welled with embarrassed tears, you gently attempted to pull your face from the young man’s tight hold, “yo no tengo …” you whimper softly.

shifting your face, rafe raises a corrective brow at you, “english, kid,” he scolds.

poking out your fat bottom lip in a wobbly pout, you lightly stomp your foot in frustration, “i don’t have a daddy,” you whine, a warm teardrop rolling down the apple of your cheek as rafe tutted at you with a knowing nod to himself.

“that’s the problem, huh? y’don’t have a daddy to keep y’little ass in line,” rafe mumbles, bringing his thumb to mush against your swollen and somewhat sticky lips as you stare at him with confused, yet needy little eyes.

letting go of your jaw, rafe runs a hand through his greasy hair, before swiping at the corner of his mouth with his finger, “listen kid, m’gonna take care of you, yeah? buy you whatever girly shit y’like — maybe even take y’home with me one of these days —”

“like a daddy?”

letting out a huff, rafe takes in the way you reach down to grab ahold of the wilted flower, boobs nearly spilling out of your bikini tops as you fist it tightly in your grip, “yes, but i’ll be your daddy —”

“papi!” you beam, a wide smile stretching your swollen lips as you bat your cutesy stacked lashes together, “that’s your name?” you ask politely, reaching your small hands to tug on the waistband of your shorts, unknowingly pulling them further up your ass.

“rafe is my name, pretty girl — but y’can call me papi, okay?” he coos, swiftly snagging the flimsy flower from your hand, causing you to pout as you roll your eyes, leaving rafe to snap his fingers at you, “hey — don’t start that shit, now come here and let me fix y’up,” he commands, internally satisfied with the way you quickly removed the frown from your face and walked over to him, the tips of your toes mattering the tips of his sandals.

curling a ginger underneath the waistband of your shorts, rafe softly pulls on the stretchy fabric, taking a mental note of the frilly thing you wore underneath. placing the flower in your shorts, rafe carefully secures the band of your shorts to hold the flower upright, you dainty belly button ring also catching his watchful eyes.

craning your neck to get a look of your cute new accessory, you scoff with excitement, “aye, es muy bonita, papi!” you squeal, rushing to swing your arms around rafe’s tense and warm neck.

lightly patting the top of the curve of your asscheek, rafe gently pulls you away from him, “listen, kid — y’can’t just trust every person you meet, yeah? not everyone is going to be nice like your papi, hm?” he clasps his hands around your bare shoulders, biting back a smirk as you nod feverishly.

“tell me that you understand,” rafe pushes, silently encouraging you with a small squeeze of your shoulders.

“i und-understand,” you breathe out.

bringing a hand to barely pat your cheek, rafe reaches his free hand down to tug the hem of your shorts down to cover your ass, “good girl — now why don’t y’come with daddy and i’ll buy y’some pretty clothes,” rafe hums, massaging your cheek with his thumb.

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crazy

summary ౨ৎ - you have to sit on roman's lap inside peter's car.

warnings: pure smut, 18+, minors dni!

🎀 - was listening to crazy by aerosmith and ended up with this. also anon who asked for a smut with roman, this is for you but i lost your ask 😭 i hope you like it!!

not mine gif

why did he even suggested this in first place? did he really thought it was a good ideia?

peter was driving, right beside his MOTHER and you and roman were both sitting in the backseat. there was a few boxes in the seat you were supposed to sit, so roman had the brilliant idea of making you sit on his lap. and now you couldn't stop grinding against his hard on.

his grip on your waist was getting tighter and you could hear his breath getting heavier. the skirt you wore and the way your hips were moving slowly maked it seem like you were giving him a lap dance. he lifted your skirt a bit, so he could watch your ass, biting his lips to control his lust.

peter and his mom were talking about something serious, and you felt bad for not being able to pay attention. you just couldn't resist.

"shee-it" roman murmured.

"shut the fuck up" you murmured back.

"peter, stop here" roman said sternly.

"what? why?" peter's mother stared at you both with a concerned look.

"just fucking stop the car she's about to throw up"

you stared at him and he blinked at you.

"i think she's pregnant, peter"

your eyes widened at his lie. that son of a bitch.

literally.

when peter was about to ask you something, roman grabbed your arm and took you out of the car, heading to inside the forest. you were unsure about what was gonna happen; would he fuck you? drink your blood?

"fucking tease aren't you?" he pinned you against a tree all of sudden, making you gasp. he was so tall that it made you a bit scared. "want my dick that bad you almost made me fuck you in front of them? filthy slut"

"please..."

"beg for me." he wrapped his hands around your throat, kissing you harshly. his tongue was exploring your mouth in the most disgusting, hot way possible. you felt desperated for him to fuck you.

"please, roman"

"please, what?" he asked in that annoying usual tone.

"please fuck me"

"please fuck me what?"

you rolled your eyes, and he slapped your face softly.

"don't fucking roll your eyes on me"

"please, fuck me... daddy" you cringed at the last word. roman smiled.

"thats my girl. bend over"

you immediately did and he didn't waited for you to be ready or adjust, only putting all his thick and huge cock inside you.

"ROMAN!"

you moaned in pain, it felt like you were being ripped apart. he stayed still and let out a groan.

"would you look at this" he chuckled, admiring the way your pussy was suffocating his dick. "i don't think i'll be able to stop"

you had a few tears in your eyes, but it was starting to feel really fucking good. your wetness made the pain quickly disappear.

"move... you can move now"

didn't needed to tell him twice. he thrusted out and inside you like a mad man, like he was hungry and wanted to devour your soul.

he first started slow, enjoying the feeling of being inside you. but you were driving him insane, all that tease, your little gorgeous body, that pretty face and all the desire he had for you, mixed to the way you would away turn him on and then go away.

"harder, roman"

"what's my name again?"

he held your wrists behind your back, pounding into you in a mind numbing speed.

"d-daddy... go harder, daddy. fuck me dumb"

his groans were so fucking hot.

"who owns you?"

"you, daddy"

he used one of his hands to held your head against the tree.

"ouch!"

"y/n..." he moaned, "tightest pussy i've ever fucked. can i cum inside you?"

"yes... please, cum inside me"

hearing that was it for him.

"fuck..."

you felt his hot liquid inside you, and it felt so good you kept your hips hitting against him.

"yes, just like that... keep fucking yourself on my cock, darling"

he kissed and licked your neck, holding your throat, arching your back against his chest. the way your pussy was clenching around him was enough for him to cum once again, this time, you came too.

"you're mine after this"

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when reality hits fr

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I’m going to unlearn shame *bursts into tears and beats my head against a brick wall*

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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔢 🩸💉

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Boy Kills World Featurette Exclusive

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Bill Skarsgård breaks down the training that he did preparing for the role of Boy in this exclusive featurette clip shared by @/fandango via Twitter/X.

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Bill Skarsgård as the Marquis in JOHN WICK: CHAPTER 4 dir. Chad Stahelski

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♡´･ᴗ･`♡

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diagnosed with sweetest girl syndrome

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her legs omfg

no words just lana del rey on the pole

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