little blood on my shirt.

timothée chalamet, wonka (2023)

Timothee Chalamet by Neale Haynes for USA Today

HENRY CAVILL by Kalle Gustafsson for The Rake, 2017

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"Hi!" she blurted when he answered the way she'd knocked a little tune into his door. Maybe she should've just, left the lasagne on the doormat, tapped and gone back into her flat but she had to start somewhere, right? "Hi I- Eden, from.." she wiggled her finger to her flat, a deep ceramic dish covered in tin foil in her other arm. "I hope this isn't ov-" she took a deep breath. Slow it down Eden. "I'll try that again, Hi, I'm Eden from across the hall, we've met a few times and I hope this isn't overstepping at all but, I noticed you come home late on Thursdays and I just... well I wanted to make sure you had something easy to eat, you know? Easy but, good and I mean I bake but I cook too and I don't think I'm too bad, apparently I make a great lasagne so.. well, this is for you." she had the most sheepish yet, sweetheart smile on her lips and a rosy lush to her cheeks, holding out the dish towards him. "Feeding people, kind of my thing so you know, if you're ever in need of a full stomach I'm uh-- I'm your girl." she nervously giggled.

"Hi, Eden," he greeted with a grin when she started again. Eden was adorable, he was listening intently and he couldn't stop smiling at how sweet she was and how shy and nervous she seemed to be upon bringing him food, "oh my God, are you serious? this is very kind of you, Eden. And it's my favourite dish too! Thank you. I really appreciate it, I hope it didn't really take much of your time, though." Reaching for the plate with his other hand, he chuckled lightly to the way she said she was his girl. He actually wished she was and not just for food related things. "I know it's late and I'm extremely underdressed but... would you like to come in? We can share the lasagne."

ana_d_armas: Venice 💜🦋🌸

i just had to let you know you’re mine. hands on your body, i don’t wanna waste no time, feels like forever even if forever’s tonight just lay with me, waste this night away with me.

HENRY CAVILL | LUMBERJACK LOOK™

Timothée Chalamet | On the set of 'Chanel Bleu' commercial in New York City | April 19, 2023

"God you're fuckin' perfect." he let the words of praise roll from his tongue in his signature accent, the slur of it and yet the utter admiration. He'd never felt someone as good as this, the supple nature of her flesh in his roughened hands. His hands were on her hips, rough enough to grip into her flesh but not rough enough to hurt her. He was guiding her with each bounce, along his thick shaft, throbbing and slick with her arousal. At her request he let his hands move, just enough to worship her thighs before moving back and now with guidance he worked against her, when she'd come back down he's thrust himself up, deeper and harder. Low grunts rumbled in his throat, head briefly arching back to let out a deeper groan. The sound of him hitting into her filling that room, a sheen of sweat across his skin but with his warm undertones he looked muscular, carved from the gods themselves. In that low tone of approval he let a 'thats my girl' slip when he lifted his head to soak in the sight of her again.

Once she started to recover her breathing, her hands traced the man's chest while she still rocked her hips back and forth slowly on him. She didn't want to be done yet, "c'mere, baby," Arya curved a finger signaling him to sit up, "I wanna kiss you."

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