#our GIRL

[hotcupofdragons]

Ashley Johnson (The Original Ellie), will be playing Anna, Ellie’s mother, in HBO’S adaption of the Last of Us!

Troy Baker (Original Joel) will be playing one of David’s goons!

#I LOVE ASHLEY SO MUCH #OUR GIRL #ellie #anna #the last of us hbo #the last of us #tlou #ashley johnson #OUR BOY #troy baker #sobbing crying throwing up

[crownedinmarigolds]

In the low light of the braziers, below the streets of the city in a haze of smoke, the followers of Set hold their ceremony and give their thanks and prayers to the Father. In the shadow of the Hierophant you see the spark of one bright pupil gazing back at you. The Herald, the Miracle, the Godchild. Set Reborn, the Hierophant may have you believe. She's looking your way, curiosity piqued at your presence. Her interest makes your skin crawl, your toes curl, your heart race. The primal fear of something incomprehensibly more powerful than you mixed strangely with the primal desires that come from looking at someone so comely. What do you do in the face of the Almighty? Perhaps the only right thing to do is give in.

#IT'S THE BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY #OUR GIRL #OUR MIRACLE CHILD #HALLELUJAAHH #Okay soryry done now i love this and am happy #kahn #kahanni #followers of set #the ministry #setites #vampire the masquerade #vtm #vtm oc #my art #world of darkness #ahhhh!!!

[i-gotyou-dontworry]

I....

#fuck you Tom! #our girl

[losingbenni]

ASSAD ZAMAN as Hasan Our Girl (2020) | 4.03

#our girl #assad zaman #mygifs

[mushtoons]

WAIT EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HATSUNE MIKU

#WE COMPLETELY FORGOT #OUR GIRL

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

how did Rooster and Hangmen *ahem* meet their girl👀

Part of Our Girl

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Hangman Seresin

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only. Minors interacting will be blocked

Warnings: Safe sex; vaginal sex; fingering; implied oral sex

When the mustached one (Bradley, he said; Rooster, the other one called him) reassures you that his friend (Jake, he said; Hangman, the guy had called himself) is really harmless—and when the supposedly really harmless one maneuvers a toothpick in his mouth and flashes you a million mega-watt grin and agrees that he doesn’t bite (hard)—well, you’re not sure which one of them is lying.

But you’re more than happy to spend at least a night finding out.

--

You go to Jake’s room. Maybe you shouldn’t be so surprised that the guys have separate rooms, but you are. You can’t help but look around. The motel that they’re staying it isn’t exactly the nicest, but it doesn’t seem like the kind of place used for murder or kidney-harvesting. There's a desk in the corner, and it seems out of place for the layout. The bed is so big, it takes up more of the room than it ought to.

Truth be told, your belly is twisting with nerves. You’ve never done anything like this before—at least, not with two men. One, once in a while, sure. Frankly, you’re not sure what’s come over you, but there’s something so terribly magnetic about the two of them.

You expect some small talk, or standing on ceremony, but you're hardly a few steps inside before Jake's curling his hand around your nape, drawing you in. Bradley's still only halfway inside, hanging the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside of the door and shutting it behind the three of you.

Jake kisses like a wildfire: all speed and ferocity, with a blinding heat. When he draws away, and when you have a moment to catch your breath, you peer up at him, taking in his wide grin. He seems to know how good he is—it’s almost unbearable.

You glance back as you feel Bradley’s hand smooth over your hip, drawing you back into his chest.

"You alright?" He murmurs.

"Mhm."

"You sure?"

You turn to face Bradley fully, searching his face. You reach up, gently removing the sunglasses that he's put back on and tossing them toward the desk in the corner of the room. You're only able to catch a glimpse of Bradley's widening smile before you kiss him.

Bradley's kisses are just as intense as Jake's, but terribly different. Jake kissed like he was trying to consume you; Bradley kisses like he's trying to know you, not overtake you. He kisses like he can drive into the very heart of you. You part your lips, slipping your tongue tenderly along his as his mustache tickles your skin. You're so wrapped up in his kisses that you hardly notice as Jake's hands slip up and under your shirt, rucking it up and up and up until you're forced to let Bradley go in favor of helping Jake remove the garment.

As soon as it's gone, Bradley's kisses drop from your lips. He and Jake seem determined to cover as much ground as they can on either side of your neck, advancing and retreating as the other changes direction. You're grateful to be propped up between them, certain that if they weren't pressed so close, your knees might buckle.

"Hey," You chuckle nervously as one of their hands snakes up to undo your bra, "I'm feeling a little exposed here."

Bradley hums sympathetically and draws away first. You watch as he reaches down, pulling his shirt up and over his head. You straighten as you feel Jake pull back as well, watching as his shirt is tugged up and off, thrown in the same direction as he threw yours. Your gaze darts between them, wandering their tanned, muscled skin, and the dog tags that each of them are wearing.

"Better?" Jake asks, chucking you under the chin. You nod, squeaking:

"Better."

--

The bed that had seemed so big when you'd come into the room feels incredibly crowded now. Your jaw is sore. Your body feels hot, and pliant. Your cunt is throbbing, slick, and feels so full as Jake draws back. Your mouth slips open, the chain of his his dog tags slipping from them as he pushes your thighs wide.

You've cum so many times that you've lost count, but a little bubble of bashfulness still wells up as he peers down at you, his tongue swiping along his lower lip. You hardly have a moment to recover before Bradley's arm is hooking around your middle and drawing you toward him. The sheets are scratchy along your back, and his arm is warm and solid around you. You spread your legs as he eases you onto your side, spearing into you in one fluid motion.

"Oh—god—" You loose a shuddering gasp as his hips begin to hammer against yours. Jake chuckles as he settles in beside you. He pushes his fingers past your slack lips, stroking along your tongue before forcing them deeper. His smile only widens as you gag, and he coos softly, pulling his fingers back to gently tease your nipples.

"Almost wish you could be this side, Rooster," he murmurs, fingers drifting lower and lower before they're dipping between your thighs, playing with your still-tender clit. "So fucking cute when her eyes cross."

Bradley groans as you do, and presses his face into your hickey-moddled neck.

"How's she feel?" Jake goads, swiping his fingers even faster.

"She feels damn good," Bradley murmurs just loud enough for him to hear over your whines and moans; over the slapping of Bradley's hips against yours. Jake nods, gently grasping your jaw and forcing your focus to him.

"Don't think we're letting you go anytime soon, sweetheart."

#Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader #Jake Seresin x Reader #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Seresin #Hangster x Reader #asks #replies #anon #Our Girl

[benjaminaldridge]

A Look Back At Matthew Venn In The Long Call🩵

#BenAldridge

#ben aldridge #spoiler alert the hero dies #knock at the cabin #pennyworth #benaldridge #benjaminaldridge #our girl #the long call #matthew venn #declan bennett #benjamin aldridge #london #london boy #gay man #gayman #gay drama #devon #ann cleeves #gay love

[illyrian-dreamer]

Guys I need your help, because I know the next (and final) major plot point for Our Girl, but I'm really not sure how I want it to end....

I would love to know your preference <3

#our girl #dream big with nic #cazriel series

[pink-heart-writes]

i don't remember your voice anymore

and i barely remember your face

i could go through my camera roll, sure

but i try to avoid it at best

i do see you, though, in her eyes

her tiny little brown eyes

i can notice her nose

it looks just like yours

she even has your birthmark

the one on your side, that is

i wonder if she notices

when i stare and don't blink

"hey pumpkin" i call her

just like you used to, to me

i smile and wave a little

dear God, she's your twin

- dee (daddy's little girl)

#my daughter #our girl #daddy’s babygirl #divorce #heartbreak #love #love quotes #poetry #soulmates #love poetry #poems on tumblr #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #breakup #spilled writing #spilled words #spilled ink #poems and quotes #poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #love poem #writers and poets #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writing

[ck12]

best girl 💪

#relapse is a bitch #so glad and proud of her for getting the help she needs #our girl #katya zamolodchikova

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Nothing fills my heart with more joy than seeing Jordy’s happy little face in an England shirt 💗

#jordan nobbs #our girl

[lesbianjarjarbinks]

!!!!!!!

#OUR GIRL #mcr #gerard way #ls dunes #lsdudes

[abbyprincess2]

Pics from Luke Pasqualino’s Instagram ❤️

#luke pasqualino #musketeers #our girl #shadow and bone #sweater

[losingbenni]

ASSAD ZAMAN as Hasan Our Girl (2020) | 4.03

#our girl #assad zaman #mygifs

[thedizzydinosaur]

#tdp #the dragon prince #rayla tdp #our girl

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Our Girl

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Seresin

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Minors interacting with this work will be blocked.

Notes:...Idk, my brain spit this out.

No physical descriptions, no use of y/n. Also not beta-read. Because it never is.

Warnings: Fluff; established relationship; explicit sexual content - overstimulation, fingering, implied threesome; dirty talk

Summary: Your hand slides from Bradley's neck, down to grasp insistingly at his forearm, rolling your hips into their hands before they can ask if it's too much—if you need a break, a breath, some water, something.

You do, but first you need this—release.

You always think that you know when they've each had their fill. Somehow, you're always wrong.

As Bradley pushes himself off of the creaky motel bed, murmuring something about grabbing a washcloth, Jake fills the space between your legs. His mouth presses to your heated skin of your neck. You can't help but suck in a gasp as his fingers smooth along your slick, aching clit, your thighs still trembling from his and Bradley's ministrations.

You whimper, hips rising up to meet the unhurried warmth of Jake's touch, head tipping to the side to give him more room—to kiss, suck, mark, whatever he likes. But he tips his chin up, whispering, "Relax."

Your body drops like a stone against the bed, and you suddenly realize that you've been holding yourself stiffly, still tensed from the rock of your last orgasm, not loose and boneless as Bradley had been for a few moments. You preen at Jake's hum of approval, and the tender peck he drops to your cheek.

"Leave her alone, Hangman."

Bradley gives the order almost lazily, with no heat. Jake hums, fingers still stroking up and down and up again with the lazy rhythm of a cat flicking its tail.

"She can take it," He argues, nose trailing the line of your jaw. "Our girl is just sensitive."

Our girl. It warms you, turns your insides to goo every time. It wasn't something they'd called you right out the gate.

"We've been neglecting her," Jake adds, "You've been lonely without us, haven't you, pretty baby?"

You nod, sliding your hands up to comb through his closely-cropped hair, grinning as the rake of your nails against his scalp makes him purr like a freshly-tuned engine. You turn your head, nuzzling his temple as his fingers continue to draw aimless figure-eights on your tender flesh.

"Haven't been neglecting her these last couple'a hours," Bradley argues. You feel the bed dip as he settle down, hear the plop of his setting the damp washcloth onto the bedside table. You don't tell him that you don't want anything like that going anywhere near your body after he put it there. God knows where it's been, what's it's touching now.

You just reach up, blinking your hazy eyes at Bradley as you lift a hand from Jake. You wrap it around the back of Bradley's neck, giving it a gentle tug, and grinning as he curls over you obligingly. He plants a hand on the mattress beside your head, lips brushing gently against yours. He hums softly, giving you another peck before he leans back just a little to hold your eyes.

"You really miss us, sweetpea?"

You nod, cock-drunk smile widening as Jake grips your jaw, making you nod a little harder.

"See that, Bradshaw?" He presses, glancing back at Rooster as his hand drifts down to rest lightly on your neck. "She missed us."

"I did, Bradley," You murmur, watching as Bradley's hardly-contained amused irritation melt to fondness as his gaze flickers from Jake to you. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your heated cheekbone.

"We missed you, too," He murmurs, smoothing his hand down your body. Your eyelids flutter, head tipping back against the pillows as Jake's fingers spear into your cunt, Bradley's taking on the steady swipe over your clit. Your hand slides from Bradley's neck, down to grasp insistingly at his forearm, rolling your hips into their hands before they can ask if it's too much—if you need a break, a breath, some water, something.

You do, but first you need this—release.

Jake hums approvingly, dropping kisses to your neck as he drives and curls his fingers, chuckling as you whimper, your thighs twitching as you ride the delicate line between sensitive pleasure and pain. You flinch, mouth dropping in a moan as Jake leans back just enough to gather and send a drop of spit gliding over your pussy. The slip of Bradley's fingers picks up, your whines and wails rising as Jake sweeps his tongue over one of your hardened nipples.

"Fuck," You breathe, breath and hips hitching as pleasure coils in your belly, "I—Oh, gosh."

"I love her like this," Jake coos, "You see her? See how we scramble her pretty little brain?"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"Think we can make her cry?" Jake presses on, ignoring Bradley. "Remember last time we made her cry? Must'a been Reno."

"Few months ago now."

"Mhm." Jake lifts his head, and you can just barely make him out, see the way he and Bradley watch your squirming body. "So fucking soft for us that night. I think she would've let us take whatever we wanted."

"Would've." It falls out of your mouth unbidden, but you can't help it. You're riding their hands toward that high, sensitive and shivering as they drive you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers tighten around their wrists, nails biting into their skin as they push and push and push—

"Would've," Jake repeats in a chuckle, nodding, "I bet. Think we can get her there again?" His gaze darts to Bradley, a mischievous smile on his lips, "All loose-lipped and loose-legged?"

Bradley doesn't answer Jake. His lips are pursed, his tempo lagging as he drags his gaze back to yours.

"You want that, sweetpea?" He murmurs, gaze searching your face. You nod hurriedly, pushing down against them and shoving your hips into their touch.

"Please," You breathe, "Please, Bradley—Wannit, please—"

Your trembling plea makes Jake chuckle, but you can't bring yourself to care. You can hear it, too. You can feel the way your tongue is too heavy to push the words out right, your body too consumed by them, their needs, to tell them properly that you want it. But you do. You want them to ruin you, to leave you as a husk, a puddle, a mess from their kisses, their touch, their tongues, their cocks.

Bradley doesn't laugh. Bradley smiles and dips his head, pressing a kiss to the hinge of your jaw, murmuring, "Alright," With a nod. "Whatever you want, sweetpea."

You shiver, hips lagging in their bounding as you cum with an aching slowness, your jaw dropping, your mouth loosing a yowl of shock as the waves of your orgasm crest and roll over you. Jake hums, fingers still curling and pressing as he urges, "Relax." It makes your body drop to the bed all over again, sucking a greedy breath into your lungs. Bradley's fingers still before lifting away, patting your thigh gently, fingers slick and smearing against your heated skin. Jake draws his fingers out of the clutch of your cunt and cuddles in, nuzzling against your neck and smoothing his hand over your belly. It's a moment before Bradley is following his lead. He strokes over your shaking thighs, pressing kisses to your neck as you yawn widely.

"We tiring you out?" Jake teases.

"Yes," You answer flatly, grinning as Bradley chuckles against your skin.

"Complaining?" Jake adds. You smile, raising a hand to grasp his jaw and tip his head up to look at him.

"Not for a second."

Bradley hums, sliding a leg over yours and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"That's our girl."

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