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figureskatingfanblog · 3 months
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Huge opening Quad Toe. A little shaky on the Quad-Triple combo - should not have had that high of GOE IMHO. Nice spin. Lovely Triple Axel. Nice spin. Wonderful step sequence. Nice spin.
Great program from Ilia Malinin. A lot of improvement.
108.57 and into first ahead of Naumov, Brown, and Torgashev.
Too high. Way too high.
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art-of-the-maiden · 6 months
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in which gangle causes psychic damage to the entire cast
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kxsalt · 7 days
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“That’s my girl.” A figure of speech, a gesture of support.
“Thanks, dad~” A slip of the tongue, an innocent mistake.
Embarrassed by your faux pas, we laugh it off. It’s a running joke, now. It runs away with us. “Go get 'em, kiddo.” “I will, dad!” Neither of us are kidding. It feels too natural. I use my wisdom to help and care for you. You use your energy to inspire and charge me. It feels icky. Icky doesn’t feel bad.
You’re too nervous to take the next step. I take the lead: “Let dad take care of that.” “Here’s a cute gift for you.” “You can sit on my lap, it’s fine.” Your role is enthusiastic follower: “Thanks, dad!” “Dad, can we…?” “Daddy, I want…”
“Bedtime, kiddo. You had a big day.” You oblige. I follow you to your bedroom. You sit on your bed. I take the lead again.
A deep kiss, and a firm hand on your thigh. I can feel you push away from me. Such a big age gap, what will people think? I can feel you grind your pussy into my hand. We need this.
I grope your young body, so soft and pliant. Girls my age aren’t like that. I lick your sweet, bare pussy. Boys your age don’t do that.
A finger in your princess parts, then two. More kissing, with the tongue that calls me dad. We drop the act of being friends making a silly joke. We’re honest for once.
“…Daddy’s little girl...”
“…I wanna be a good kid…”
My thick cock pushes into your needy pussy. I can control myself, for now. You’re soaking wet, but still need to be stretched out. I’m experienced, I know when to be gentle. I know when to be rough, too. I slowly fuck you while I wait for my cue.
“I can take it, daddy~”
Now. I drive my cock deep inside of you and growl as I enjoy my little girl. Your inexperienced body doesn’t know restraint. Rubbing your clit as I fuck you into the mattress, your young pussy gets even tighter when you cum.
“Icky little girl, cumming on her dad’s cock.”
All you can do is beg and nod. I feel your nails bite my back and your breath touch my ear. We’ve waited to long for this, we enjoy every moment. Fucking my beautiful little girl, I cum deep in you.
Your head against my chest; listening to my beating heart. What will people say when they see us together? Who cares. I run my fingers through your hair, your hand rubs my cheek.
“That’s my girl.”
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k-wame · 1 month
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Jaime Lorente as Néstor & Joel Bosqued as Álex 📺MANO DE HIERRO (IRON REIGN) · S1·EP5 · Crime/Thriller
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lotus-pear · 3 months
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bsd rewatch w my friend means obligatory art of my fav found family ever
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goddessclarabelle · 5 months
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are you gonna take your chances? 😇
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nin-nyan-ve · 8 months
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बारा.
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Nihilism and Absurdism
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de-deux · 2 months
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The only right way to wear cut off shorts 🫠😘
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ronkoza · 9 months
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Love fans assumption that Panam is taller than V, like she’s 180cm tall and V is 165cm, which is great because Vesna is 163cm tall.
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whosagodnow · 4 months
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Dennis
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figureskatingfanblog · 6 months
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Nice to see another not-black costume - love the red, Ilia!
Solid opening Quad Toe. Nice Quad-Triple combo. Nice spin. Gorgeous Triple Axel. Nice spin. Great step sequence. Wonderful ending spin.
Fantastic program from Ilia Malinin of the US! Just wonderful from start to finish. I love to see him legitimately trying to perform. The progress he's making is remarkable, and I give him major kudos for continuing to work on that. Great job!
104.06 and into first ahead of Aymoz and Sato
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“S-slower baby” Wanda moans her hand gripping tight in your hair and thrusting her hips up and pushing your head away when you started licking harder and faster. You didn’t stop your pace, her pussy tasted so good and your tongue was warm and you loved when she moaned it only made you wanna go faster. “F-fuck..s-slow d-down” she moans her legs twitching and, rolling her hips making your head spin. “Ugh..fuck..don’t make mommy punish you” Wanda groans her eyes rolling back cum leaking from her overstimulated pussy.
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lads-in-shorts · 8 months
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tenientenuc99 · 28 days
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Hoy toca entrenar pierna quieres acompañar me??
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lovelylinnn · 2 months
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steve uses the non-verbal safeword.
CW: slight NSFW, panic/anxiety attack, harmful stims (scratching self)
“tap three times on me if you ever can’t speak and wanna stop, okay?”
yes, steve had remembered those words. all throughout the times they had sex, he remembered those words. but it didn’t make them any less scary.
the thought of ever needing to stop in the middle of a scene made his palms sweat. of course he and eddie trusted each other; knew that if the other was in trouble and needed to stop, they’d completely understand. no judging whatsoever.
but still… absolutely needing to stop and move on made him so anxious. deep down he didn’t want to be a disappointment. he didn’t want eddie upset.
“baby, what’s your color?” eddie murmured to him, rubbing his shoulders and slowing his rhythm. steve did not reply, shakily breathing into the pillow and tearing up.
“steve, color?” he asked, louder, and more firm. yet he could not bring himself to talk. his mind went to the other times in previous relationships, where he felt like this exactly, and they didn’t even think to check in. and he couldn’t bring himself to stop them.
he could feel eddie shift, basically ready to pull out, before he asked again, “steven.”
oh. his full name. eddie only used it when he was deadly serious. this seemed to snap him out of his haze, and he shakily reached behind him and found somewhere on his body to tap.
one. two. three soft and hesitant taps, just like eddie told him to do months ago.
“red,” eddie mumbled to himself, worried, and pulling out immediately. he flipped steve over, pulling him close and cupping his tear-stained cheeks.
“what’s wrong? what can i do?” he asked softly, searching his eyes.
“i- i don’t know,” he choked out, a heavy sob leaving his lips before gulping down air he felt like was leaving his body too fast.
“that’s okay, just breathe. breathe, steve, okay? c’mere,” he pulled him into his lap, his head in his neck as he continued to cry. eddie ran his fingers through his hair, and steve clutched onto him tight.
“deep and slow breaths,” he told him, and steve was doing the opposite. breathing way too fast and inhaling far too much, to the point his chest and stomach hurt and he began to feel dizzy.
“steven, listen to me,” there it was again, the full name, which brought him somewhat back to his senses, “deep, slow breaths. do it with me.”
and he tried. he breathed with eddie, taking in some air and blowing it out too fast before inhaling sharply again; coughing and sobbing.
“there, that’s it. it’s okay baby, just try again.”
steve only wanted to cry more. of course eddie was congratulating him even after he didn’t even do it.
“again,” he told him, beginning to inhale slowly, holding it, and exhaling slowly. steve followed, better this time, but still failing.
“i- i can’t,” he choked out.
“yes you can, do it with me,” he said, inhaling and exhaling again. steve followed, his hand going to his forearm, clawing to try and ground himself more.
“no,” eddie caught his arm, pulling it away and bringing it up to his chest, “do you remember what your therapist said?”
“he said,” he paused, his breath catching in his throat as he cried, “to find a different way to ground myself.”
“correct. now, just feel my heart. i’m right here, steve. i’m not leaving. try and match your heartbeat to mine,”
steve kept his hand flat against eddie’s chest, then did the same for himself. he could feel how fast his heart was going versus eddie’s, and it made him uncomfortable.
the other rubbed his back, and kept one hand running through his hair, breathing slow and deep and watched as steve tried to do the same.
“good job,” he praised, kissing his cheek. the pair’s breathing pattern was now the same, and steve was no longer crying. steve nodded as thanks, crawling off eddie’s lap and under the blankets, curling up. eddie stood to put his underwear and sweats back on, only to sit back down on the bed and run his fingers through steve’s hair again.
“do you want to talk about it?”
steve sighed shakily and shrugged, wiping his red cheeks.
“just started thinking,” he mumbled.
“about?”
“things in previous relationships. and then i started feeling like i was crawling in my own skin, and i started to panic,”
“what about your previous relationships?” he questioned, only curiously, with no mean intent.
steve let out a quick exhale before sitting up, “how i could never really say no, i guess? i know it doesn’t matter now. i trust you. and i started feeling overwhelmed in the first place, so i started thinking about the safe word, and how you told me to say ‘red’ or tap you three times. but it just made me anxious. i knew i needed to stop but i didn’t want to upset you in the process,”
“you could never upset me over something like that, steve, okay? that’s the point of the taps and the system we have. you know your limits, and in case they’re ever pushed, you do or say so. i’m so proud of you for using it,”
eddie pulled steve in for a hug, rubbing his back softly. steve’s heart kind of broke. here he was, in his boyfriend’s arms starting to cry again because he said he was proud of him. proud of him for something as simple as saying no, and stop. something he never thought he could do; something he was taught was wrong, and his boyfriend was praising him for it.
“i’m proud of you,” he repeated, to which steve only cried harder, nodding in his shoulder as thanks and sniffling.
he pulled back, laying down and wiping his face again.
“i’m gonna go bring you some water and some easy food to eat, okay? just stay there,” he smiled, getting up and heading to the kitchen.
steve smiled softly, getting comfortable under the warm blankets and inhaling the familiar scent of gain and eddie’s cheap cologne.
and he thanked the universe for a boyfriend that was actually a decent human being.
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private85 · 4 months
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