Folkz®️🇺🇸

My life, my rules. Just a human putting feelings into words and living life on his own terms a storyteller.

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

I was so restless and horny I could barely sit still. I locked the bedroom door, put on a video, and started fingering myself really deep, the way that always gets me dripping fast. My fingers were curling hard and I was already soaking the sheets when I heard the doorknob rattle.

My little brother was outside. He pushed against the door, trying to come in, but it was locked so it wouldn’t open. Then he called out, “Sis, time to eat.”

I didn’t stop. I kept fucking myself with my fingers while I answered him, voice shaky and breathy. “Okay… umm… mmm, I’ll be right there… ah… just go ahead and eat without me.”

The more I talked, the harder it got to hold the moans back. Every stroke was hitting that spot and I could feel how wet I was getting. I grabbed a pillow, shoved it in my mouth, and bit down hard so he wouldn’t hear me. I was thrusting my fingers deeper, grinding my clit, chasing it while still half-listening for his footsteps.

It hit fast. I came hard squirting, shaking, biting the pillow while my cunt pulsed and gushed all over my hand. It felt so intense, so dirty, so fucking good. The fact that I was fingering myself the whole time I was talking to him made it even hotter. That rush of almost getting caught while I was coming… fuck, it was incredible.

[Santi🍀🍃 @ajxanti]

Tina Tuesday glam by Diana Shin

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

@hollywoodsirens They both look good together; he's definitely winning in real life.

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

I had him on all fours, chest down on the bed, ass up. Lube was already out. I warmed some on my fingers and worked one in, then two. He groaned into the pillow and pushed back.

“More.”
I grabbed the thick dildo, coated it, and pressed the head against him. It stretched him open as I pushed in, slow. He fisted the sheets. When I bottomed out he let out this broken moan that went straight between my legs.

I started moving, steady and deep, one hand on his lower back. Every time I drove it in he moaned louder, low and needy. The wet sound of it sliding in and out had me dripping down my thighs. I didn’t even have to touch myself.

“Harder,” he said.
So I went harder. Longer strokes, faster, angling so it hit that spot inside him. His arms gave out and he dropped onto his shoulders, ass still up, moaning into the mattress. I reached under and found his cock hard and leaking on the sheets.
I kept fucking him until his whole body locked up and he came without me touching him, cum shooting across the bed while he clenched around the toy. I stayed moving through it, pulling more sounds out of him. My own pussy was throbbing just from listening.

When I finally pulled the dildo out slow, he stayed there shaking, ass open and shiny. I leaned over, kissed the back of his neck, and said, “You love when I use this hole, don’t you?”

He just nodded, still twitching, another drop of cum leaking out.
That was enough for me.

[Noble Cinema 🎥 🍿 @_justNoble]

I'M A SINGLE MOTHER OF TWO GORGEOUS KIDS, BUT MY BOYFRIEND DOESN'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THEM.

I'm 30, and I've been dating my boyfriend, James, for almost two years. He treats me well, takes me on dates, buys me gifts, and constantly tells me how much he loves me.

But there's one problem: he wants me without my children.

Whenever I invite him over, he complains that the kids make too much noise. He has never bought them a birthday present, never asked if they need anything, and never offered to help when I'm struggling financially.

Last week, one of my children became sick, and I had to cancel our dinner plans to take him to the hospital. James got angry and told me I was always making excuses because of my kids.

I reminded him that I'm a mother before I'm his girlfriend. He said he understood, but he wasn't ready to take responsibility for another man's children.

The painful part is that he keeps talking about marrying me. He says he wants us to have our own children someday, but he doesn't want to be involved with the two I already have.

My friends say I should leave him because my children will always come first. Others say I shouldn't expect a boyfriend to financially support children he didn't father.

Now I'm confused because I love this man, but I can't imagine marrying someone who treats my children like strangers.

AM I WRONG FOR EXPECTING MY BOYFRIEND TO SUPPORT ME AND SHOW MY CHILDREN SOME LOVE, OR SHOULD I ACCEPT THAT THEY'RE MY RESPONSIBILITY ALONE?

[C👑 @chukwu_somaga]

VisionQuest is a reminder of just how powerful Wanda Maximoff really is.

Hex Vision was created through Wanda’s chaos magic, complete with Vision’s personality, emotions, and memories, despite having no connection to his original vibranium body.

White Vision, meanwhile, was rebuilt by S.W.O.R.D. using Vision’s original body, but lacked the memories and emotional connections that made him who he was.

Then Hex Vision unlocked White Vision’s memories, sending him on a journey to rediscover his identity.

Think about that. Wanda’s magic created a version of Vision, while that version helped restore the mind of the original body.

How many MCU characters have left behind a legacy this complicated, even after their death?

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

I Finger Fucked My Step Sister at Our Holiday Home
We got to the cabin after dark. Rain had been hammering the windshield for the last hour, and by the time I killed the engine the only light was the porch bulb flickering against the wet trees. My step-sister was already half out of the passenger seat, hoodie pulled over her head, bare legs flashing as she made a run for the door. I grabbed both bags and followed, water sliding down my neck.

Inside smelled like cedar and old smoke. The place was cold. She dropped her bag by the couch and stood there rubbing her arms while I found the thermostat. Neither of us had said much on the drive. Mom and her dad had taken the other car and were still an hour behind us, stuck behind a semi.

“Thermostat’s dead,” I said. “Or the pilot light’s out.”

She made a small sound and sat on the arm of the couch, knees together. The hoodie was damp at the hem. Under it she only had a thin tank top and the short denim shorts she’d been wearing since we left the city. I watched a drop of water slide from her collarbone and disappear under the fabric.

I went into the kitchen to check the stove. When I came back she was still sitting exactly where I’d left her, staring at nothing. The rain was loud on the roof. I sat on the other end of the couch, not close, just tired. My jeans were soaked through at the thighs.

“You cold?” I asked.
She nodded without looking at me. After a second she shifted, sliding down so her back was against the cushions and her legs stretched out along the seat. Her bare foot bumped my thigh. She didn’t move it. I could feel the cold of her skin through the wet denim.

I put my hand on her ankle without thinking, just to warm it. Her skin was soft and chilled. She didn’t pull away. My thumb moved once, slow, across the bone. The rain filled the quiet. I could hear her breathing change not much, just a little deeper.

My hand stayed where it was. Then it moved higher, over the smooth curve of her calf. Still no protest. The shorts were short enough that my fingers reached the edge of them easily. I stopped there, palm resting on her thigh, waiting. She exhaled and let her knee fall open a fraction. Not wide. Just enough that the denim pulled tighter across her.

I slid my hand under the leg of the shorts. Warm now. Soft. My fingertips found the thin edge of her underwear and paused. She was looking at the dark window, not at me. Her thigh tensed once, then relaxed. I pushed the fabric aside with two fingers and felt bare skin already slick, hot against the cold of the room. She made a small sound in her throat, almost nothing.

One finger slipped inside her without resistance. She was wet enough that it went deep on the first stroke. Her hips twitched. I added a second finger and started moving them, slow at first, then deeper. The sound was quiet and wet under the rain. Her hand came down and gripped my wrist, not to stop me just holding on. I curled my fingers and felt her tighten around them.

She came fast and quiet, legs shaking, teeth caught on her lower lip. I kept moving through it, thumb on her clit, until her grip on my wrist loosened and she went soft. When I pulled my fingers out they shone. She still wouldn’t look at me. Outside, headlights swept across the trees Mom and her dad turning onto the gravel drive.

Neither of us moved until the car doors slammed. Then she stood, fixed her shorts, and went to open the front door like nothing had happened. My hand stayed wet in my lap.

[CHIIIDEX 💔💔 @chiidex277]

Why Did Arnold Schwarzenegger Face a Female Terminator in Terminator 3?
The T-X was designed to be more than just another killing machine.

She was built to hunt John Connor while possessing technology that made her a terrifying opponent for the T-800.

Kristanna Loken landed the role after a worldwide casting search that reportedly attracted around 10,000 women.
But looking the part wasn't enough, She underwent six weeks of intensive training, including strength workouts, weapons handling, and combat practice.

Even more interesting, Loken worked with a mime coach to control her movements, blink less, and reduce natural facial expressions.
With limited dialogue, she had to make every movement feel unnatural. The scariest part? She looked human, but never truly felt human.

[AyomiPosi✍️ @jokotagbaposi]

My mother called me from the grocery store and asked me a question that made me leave work without even taking off my office badge.

“Sweetheart, if I suddenly started acting confused, would you know something was wrong with me?”

I laughed nervously. “Mom, what kind of question is that?”

“I’m serious. I came here to buy milk, and a few minutes ago, I couldn’t remember why I was standing in front of the refrigerator.”

I stopped typing.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

“I did. But something strange just happened. I was talking to a woman in the aisle, and I couldn’t remember the name of the street I’ve lived on for twenty-three years.”

My mother was 67. She lived alone, drove herself everywhere, managed her own bills, and was the kind of woman who remembered everybody’s birthday without checking a calendar.

Forgetfulness wasn’t completely unusual, but this sounded different.

“Mom, are you still at the store?”

“Yes.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

She started to protest that I was overreacting.

Then she said something that made my stomach tighten.

“Wait, honey. Why is my left hand shaking like this?”

[𝐆.Ī.𝐎🧸 @BiGG_GIO]

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[17:59™ 🎬🦅 @Cinematic4bo]

Let's be honest about Spider-Man: No Way Home for a second. Peter Parker had a good heart, but one decision nearly destroyed everything.

His life was falling apart after Mysterio exposed his identity.

[Hēñ Zø @HRy1943416]

Some problems are just like 96 even
If you turn it down it we still give you 96😌🤧

[C👑 @chukwu_somaga]

THE ADAM PROJECT tells the story of Adam Reed, a time travelling pilot from the year 2050 who accidentally crash lands in 2022 while attempting to travel further into the past.

Adam is searching for his missing wife, Laura, who disappeared during a dangerous mission involving time travel. His arrival in the wrong year leaves him injured, stranded, and desperate to repair his damaged aircraft before his enemies find him.

But his attempt to hide leads him to an unexpected discovery. He encounters his twelve year old self, a boy who is still struggling with the death of his father and the emotional distance growing between him and his mother.

Young Adam is sarcastic, angry, and constantly getting into trouble. Older Adam recognizes those qualities because he has spent his entire life carrying the same unresolved pain.

At first, the two struggle to tolerate each other. The older Adam sees a version of himself he would rather forget, while the younger Adam cannot understand why his future self has become so bitter.

But their situation forces them to work together, especially when soldiers from the future begin hunting them.

As they search for a way to repair the time jet, they discover that their mission is connected to a technology that has the power to change history itself.

Adam came back to save the woman he loves.

Instead, he has been given the chance to confront the boy he used to be.

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

@BiGG_GIO You might actually be correct about the Big Wiz algorithm. 😆

[AyomiPosi✍️ @jokotagbaposi]

I told the man I was dating that my menstrual cramps were so bad I could barely stand, and his response was, “I already paid for the movie tickets. Can’t you just take something and come?”

I’m 34, and he’s 40. We had been dating for a few months, and I honestly thought he was a considerate man. He remembered little things about me, called regularly, and talked about wanting a serious relationship.

We had planned a movie date, but that morning, my period came with cramps so severe that I had to lie curled up on my couch with a heating pad pressed against my stomach.

Even getting up to use the bathroom was uncomfortable.

A little after 8 a.m., I texted him.

“I’m so sorry, but my cramps are really bad this morning. I’ve taken painkillers, but I’m still hurting. Can we skip the movie and just sit at a café for an hour instead? I still want to see you.”

He read the message immediately.

I waited, hoping he would ask how bad the pain was.

Instead, he disappeared for almost an hour.

When he finally replied, he wrote, “I already bought the tickets, though.”

Then he sent me a screenshot of our two seats in the middle row.

I thought he hadn’t understood what I was saying.

“I know, but I’m literally lying down because my stomach hurts. I don’t think I can sit through a whole movie.”

His response made me stare at my phone.

“Can’t you take another painkiller? You’ll probably feel better by the afternoon.”

I told him I’d already taken medication and was still in pain.

He replied, “Then we can get coffee after the movie.”

I read that sentence several times.

He knew I was hurting. He knew I was struggling just to sit comfortably. Yet he was still trying to get me to spend two hours in a movie theater because he had already paid for the tickets.

I wasn’t asking him to cancel our date completely. I was asking him to change it because I was in pain.

And somehow, I was beginning to feel like I was the one being unreasonable.

[Sooh | Xi @AbisoyeOfLagos]

In my opinion… Captain Marvel was a Great Movie. I don’t know about you😒

[CineSiren🍒 @finzyy22]

Black Widow built up the Winter Soldier as a terrifying ghost story who spent fifty years executing phantom assassinations with zero footprints or witnesses left behind.

Yet, his next big move is attacking Captain America and Black Widow on a crowded Washington DC freeway in broad daylight using heavy automatic artillery.

A phantom assassin trained for elite deep cover stealth would never throw away decades of operational discipline to launch an explosive high profile terrorist assault on open civilian streets.

Marvel completely destroyed his stealth mystique purely to set up a big budget summer blockbuster highway fight.

[AyomiPosi✍️ @jokotagbaposi]

My husband was fired from his job, but three hours later, his boss called me privately and said something that made me question the man I had been married to for eleven years.

“Ma’am, I need to speak with you in person. It concerns your husband’s termination, and there are things you deserve to know.”

I asked him what had happened.

He paused before answering.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t discuss this over the phone. Please don’t tell your husband about this meeting yet.”

That last sentence frightened me more than anything else.

My husband, Daniel, had worked as an operations manager at a logistics company for almost eight years. We had a mortgage, two children, car payments, and just enough savings to survive a few months without his paycheck.

When he came home that afternoon, he threw his work bag onto the couch and announced that his company had let him go.

“They’re blaming me for something I didn’t do,” he said. “My boss has been looking for an excuse to get rid of me.”

I held him while he cried.

I told him we would figure everything out together. I even suggested putting our vacation plans on hold and cutting back on expenses until he found another job.

He thanked me for standing by him.

Then he went upstairs, locked himself in our bedroom, and spent nearly an hour on his phone.

I assumed he was contacting former colleagues or updating his résumé.

I had no idea that, downstairs, my phone was about to ring with a conversation that would change the way I saw my marriage.

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

I was standing at the bathroom sink, still in my robe after a shower, when the door opened behind me. My stepson stepped in without knocking, closed it, and locked it. He was already hard under his shorts. He came up behind me, pressed against my ass, and pulled the robe open so it fell off my shoulders.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he said against my ear.

He pushed my panties down and bent me forward over the counter. One hand stayed on my hip while the other guided his cock between my legs. He rubbed the head through my wetness once, then pushed inside in a slow, thick stroke that made me grip the edge of the sink. He started fucking me right there, steady and deep, watching us in the mirror. Every thrust rocked me forward, his hips meeting my ass with quiet, wet sounds.

I bit my lip and pushed back to meet him. He reached around, fingers finding my clit, and rubbed while he kept the same pace. The pressure built fast. I came with my forehead against the mirror, pussy clenching tight around him as he fucked me through it. He didn’t stop. He just held me in place and kept going until he buried himself deep and came, pulsing hot inside me with a low groan against my shoulder.
He stayed inside a moment longer, then pulled out. Cum leaked down my thigh as he fixed his shorts.

“I’ll be back later,” he said, and unlocked the door.
I stayed bent over the sink, still catching my breath.

[Audrey🎀 @Audrey08x]

What’s Your Worst Dating Story? I’ll Go First.

I Was Seeing A Guy For About A Month When We Finally Got Close. Afterwards, I Was Half Asleep In Bed When He Went To The Bathroom. A Few Minutes Later, I Noticed A Strange Smell. First, It Reminded Me Of Matches, Then Something Metallic.

He Had Always Told Me He Didn’t S*moke, Drink, Or Use Any Substances. I Had Never Seen Anything That Made Me Question Him. He Came Back To Bed And Kissed Me. That’s When I Noticed His Mouth Tasted Like A Duracell Battery

[CHIIIDEX 💔💔 @chiidex277]

World War Hulk Could Already Be Taking Shape in the MCU!

Everyone is waiting for Marvel to adapt World War Hulk, but what if the setup is already happening?

Bruce Banner has returned to Earth, and if he loses control again, where could the government contain him? The Raft, a prison designed for superpowered threats.

Now imagine the Leader, Red Hulk, Abomination, and eventually Bruce connected to the same facility. That’s a terrifying concentration of gamma powered characters.

Remember the Leader’s warning in Captain America: Brave New World about probabilities and protecting the world from others. What if his plans involve more than the multiverse?

The Leader doesn’t just need Hulk’s strength. He could want Banner’s mind.

What if Marvel’s World War Hulk begins with the Leader turning the Raft into a gamma nightmare?