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one thing about me is I will always enjoy a special and miserable little man

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please I don't wanna be horny on main but those slutty tiny hips and those beefy thighs make me go insane

RYAN GOSLING & EMILY BLUNT for Vanity Fair (April 23 2024 - x)

#send security #vincents gone crazy

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I came

RYAN GOSLING & EMILY BLUNT for Vanity Fair (April 23 2024 - x)

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(my comfort character is some guy covered in blood)

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I can't get enough

Part 2 to "Chains"

Colt Seavers x afab!reader +18

With too little time left, everyone gets bit desperate...

Part 2

Title from the 'new theme song' by amazing KISS

NSFW, piv, unprotected (wrap It folks!), lot of desperation and just Colt being Colt

Word count: 1,092

Colt almost sprinted, if not the slight throb in the knee and pull at his back. But he was back to his trailer in a record time. With a big hand on the silver handle, he pushed the door, which remained closed. 

His brow rose as he tried again, with more force. Nothing… He stumbled down two metal steps and watched the small, wheeled house with a suspicious look. Nah, it was his place for sure. Finally he got a glimpse of the sticky note with scribbled hotel name and room number. He didn't even bother getting in, turning on the heel and stomping through the paths, on the edge of trailers’ park. 

His phone pinged not even two minutes later and he had to shield it from the sun to make up what he was seeing. 

It was a shot made in a mirror. Colt moved his head to the side and huffed seeing legs bend in knees and a hand between them, one of the fingers definitely dipping in. 

The caption said: Plane takes off at 9 pm. 

The stuntman looked at the beaten up watch. It was already 5 pm. 

Desperately, he moved his long legs faster, purposely taking his aching body towards the parking lot. 

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The drill was easy… 

If you were staying in the hotel, Colt would come, ask for a second room key that you would ask to leave for him at the reception and then make himself home, whether you were there or not. Most often he would make himself home between your legs as you hardly ever was not waiting for him.

That’s why he was baffled, again, when the door to your room didn’t open. His keycard didn’t work and you weren’t answering despite his rather obnoxious knocks that were carried down the corridor.

“Babe?!” Colt tried to keep his voice at reasonable volume, looking at his watch and trying a card on the lock again. It beeped a few times and … nothing.

He growled and marveled how simple electronics hated him. 

You’ve heard the commotion outside your door, when you stepped out from the shower, sure it couldn't be Colt. It was too early… 

With another knock, you put the towel tight around yourself, grabbing the fluffy robe you left on the couch. There was silence for a moment and you turned the knob and opened the door, right when the stuntman tried to push it, after another swipe of the key didn't work. 

He stumbled inside, momentum making him leap. His instinct made him roll and jump to his feet quickly. Everything looked like some crazy stunt and you stood there with wide eyes and a knob still in your hand. 

“I hate those cards, what happened to goddamn keys?!”

You closed the door and locked them from the inside. With just a few steps you were both smashing your lips and hips together, as if tomorrow wouldn't come. Colt managed to pry himself from your mouth and teeth pulling at his lower lip and frantically started to push you toward the couch, pulling your robe and towel up. 

“Bend over, please bend over,” the man was practically begging and you couldn't even say anything before you were flipped and pushed gently down, over the armrest. 

He carefully kicked your legs wider apart, his fingers spreading you, the tip of his cock already at your entrance. You didn't even register when he opened his jeans or pulled out. 

“Baby, waaaaa-” your voice died on you, consumed by the loud moan that drowned in Colt's long ‘fuuuuuuuu–”, as he pushed into your pussy right till his balls. For a long time nothing happened and you anxiously looked behind your shoulder, your man's face twisted in some sort of ‘superfocus’, as he liked to call it. He was so horrible with names… 

“Don't wiggle, or I'll…,” he didn't have to finish for you to know. You chuckled, using your inner muscles to grip harder on his throbbing length. 

His fingers dug deeper in your hips. A short slap broke the silence and stopped you. 

You could feel a slight sting in your butt and chuckled even more. Colt was one big teddy bear but on the edge he would show some claws. 

After what felt an eternity, he finally started moving, his rugged breath hot on your back. He leaned and tried to slip his big hand between you and the couch to reach your clit. He was more than aware that he can bust a nut any moment now, your tight pussy clutching him. He dipped his finger in you when his hips moved back and with slick pad started to tease on definitely too up-tempo. You tried to move yourself from him, only resulting in his cock hitting you right in your delicious spot. 

His moans and groans were cut by desperate words ‘Please, cum, cum, cum…’

You almost rolled your eyes at his chivalry, he would die before he would cum first. 

Colt sunk teeth in your shoulder and it was enough for encouragement, your body shaking underneath him, your pussy squeezing, gripping, milking him from every single drop as he cummed half a second after you, still fucking you hard and quick.

With the aftershocks falter and Colt stopping, you took a shaky breath and moved a bit to make him slip from your dripping entrance, letting you finally have a longer look at his red face. He was caging you with his arms, his cock sticking out from his open jeans that he kept on. He actually kept everything on, including his black and red leather jacket. 

“Wow…you needed it quick, huh?” you joked, reaching to the zipper under the base of his neck but he stopped you, biting your hand. 

“Ouch!”

“If you don't want to drop dead right here, don't open it,” he wheezed, putting his forehead on yours.

Your brows moved up and you shook your head in disbelief.

“You didn't shower…”

“I didn't shower…"

You tucked him back into his pants and jeans and just forcefully moved his large frame, slapping his ass to move toward the bathroom. 

You loved that goof but loved your sense of smell a bit more… 

Colt turned his head, looking at you with a pout,”You're not coming?”

Your eyes had to give him the answer, ‘cause he sighed dramatically and moved toward the humid room. 

“I'll call you after the first one?,” the hope in his voice made you crack a smile. 

“Call me after second…"

#holy fuck that was hot

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RYAN GOSLING & DAVID LEITCH for Men's Health (April 22nd 2024 - x)

#plsss the one where he burns the paper #those thighs #pls #lemme sit on your lap sir #sorry sorry sorry

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the self care industry will sell you face masks and teas and whatnot so i'm here to remind you not to forget the most important self care activity which is masturbation

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im full of an untamable rage that constantly seethes beneath my skin but im a real laid back dude dont worry about that

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this scene I swear it killed me. My mind wandered quite a bit. And then he got wet in just his tank top and it was all bbzzzzzzzzzz

colt... mind if i sit? mind if i...

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colt... mind if i sit? mind if i...

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want him crave him need him

put your nose on my nose ryan blease

BLUE VALENTINE 2010, dir. Derek Cianfrance

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19th April 2024 - Berlin... That's the day when dream comes true... I still can't believe

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bloody Gosling is my favorite gender

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Please stop what you are doing for 13 seconds and watch this:

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The Fall Guy

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Guys. The premiere was surreal. And the movie is super fun you're gonna love it. I saw Ryan right in front of me. I died. I love him even more now. Have some content (all taken by me):

#ryan gosling #HANDS #I'm not well #the fall guy #the movie was so fun #colt Seavers #emily blunt #fall guy #the fall guy premiere #berlin #uci #barbie #ken #barbie movie #holland march #goose enjoyers #the nice guys #blade runner #gosling