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madamerebloger:

LMFAO MANS PROBS DIED

synqra:

Lítla Dímun is a small, uninhabited island in the Faroe Islands, which is often covered by a cloud of its own.

(via xhilaryashx)

Alright pro simmers I need someone to make Karl’s factory and some sort of Reservoir and a moreau. Thanks

missheis:

Just a thought:

Heisenberg gets to the meeting early, very early, you were invited to be indoctrinated into the family.

Miranda gave him an ultimatum:

You either join or die.

No ones in the church, and he’s settling on his pew—he pats his lap and you eagerly walk toward him as you sit down against him. His arms wrap around your waist, his beard is tickling your neck and his lips connect with the skin of your shoulder as he pulls down your clothes so he can grope on your chest.

You start to push him away, out of fear of being caught by Miranda, but he smacks your hand and grips your wrist while he looks you in the eye:

“That bitch is going to turn you into a monster; I don’t care if you make a mess in this fuckin church. I want her to hear you in the village.”

His lips are on yours now, muffling the soft moans and groans coming from the two of you as he settles back against the wooden seat; pulling one glove from his hand with his teeth.

He spreads your legs, his hand roaming against your clothed sex as you buck up into the curve of his palm.

He undresses your bottom half, hand gently stroking between your legs as his other hand kneads into your hair to keep you still.

His fingers gently prod at your entrance, dipping into it to salve your clit with your arousal before he starts to finger you slowly.

Your hand grips into the fabric of his coat, your eyes watching his in a haze as you try your best not to be too loud; swallowing and mewling softly while he works his fingers in you.

His eyes are looking back at you; soft, reverence, his head is nudging into your own as he takes your lips again to muffle the onslaught of moans leaving your lips as he adds another—causing a small cry to leave your lips as he goes on.

He’s quicker now, both your chests heaving as he tries to get you to your peak and you as your orgasm finally crashes over you in a light of white; and you’re cumming.

You’re gripping and digging your nails in his clothed skin, your throat is taught and strained as your legs shake beneath you. You let his name slip from your lips in a whispered prayer as he keeps going, overstimulated as a small puddle forms on the floor below the both of you.

You’re quick to recover and return the favor before the other family members arrive.