Eddie

Storytelling | Movie 🎬

[Eddie @EddieGrey01]

BLOODAXE from the producer #Vikings.

[Eddie @EddieGrey01]

This movie is a must-watch.

[Eddie @EddieGrey01]

Erika Sakae 🇯🇵 represents the spirit of Japanese volleyball with her dedication, discipline, and determination to keep pushing forward, proving that excellence is built through consistent effort.

[Eddie @EddieGrey01]

Erika Sakae 🇯🇵 represents the spirit of Japanese volleyball with her dedication, discipline, and determination to keep pushing forward, proving that excellence is built through consistent effort.

[Debby @DebbyU90]

first time a Military Man fvcked me… He Handles a Pùśsy Like He Handles His Wéapon

He still had the uniform on when he kicked the door shut.

Combat boots. Camo pants half-unbuckled. The same disciplined, unreadable face he wore on duty. But his eyes were different tonight — dark, focused, starving. He didn’t kiss me first. He just looked at me like a target he’d already decided to take.

“Turn around.”

The order was quiet. Absolute. I turned. He bent me over the table in one smooth motion, yanked my panties down, and kicked my legs apart. I heard him spit into his palm, then the thick, heavy head of his cock pressed against me. He was bigger than I remembered — long, thick, veins standing out like he was already locked and loaded.

He pushed in slow at first, forcing every inch into my tight pussy until he bottomed out. I gasped. He stayed there for a second, letting me feel how completely he filled me, then pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in.

He fucked me like he was on a mission.

Hard. Precise. Relentless. Every thrust was controlled power — the same way he handled his rifle. No wasted movement. Just deep, punishing strokes that made the table shake and my mouth fall open. One hand pinned my lower back, holding me exactly where he wanted me. The other reached around and rubbed my clit with the same focused intensity he used when locking onto a target.

“Take it,” he muttered against my ear, voice low and rough. “This is how a soldier fucks.”

I was dripping within minutes. Then squirting. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock pounding into me filled the room. He never slowed down. Never lost rhythm. When I came the first time — hard, shaking, moaning into my arm — he just growled and fucked me through it like my orgasm was an obstacle he intended to destroy.

He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his elbows, and drove even deeper. The new angle made me cry out. He looked down at me the entire time, jaw tight, eyes locked on mine, hips snapping with military precision. Sweat ran down his chest. The dog tags around his neck swung with every thrust.

I came again, harder, squirting around his cock. He finally let go, a deep, guttural sound leaving his throat as he buried himself to the hilt and flooded my pussy with thick, hot cum, pulsing inside me like he was emptying years of discipline and restraint.

He stayed inside me afterward, still hard, still twitching, forehead pressed to mine.

Then he kissed me — slow, deep, almost tender — and whispered,

“Round two starts when I take the boots off.”

I was already soaking the table.

I couldn’t wait.

[Eddie @EddieGrey01]

Satomi Fukudome 🇯🇵 is a talented Japanese volleyball player whose dedication, composure, and fighting spirit reflect the discipline and determination that make Japanese volleyball so admired.

[Hope @Ifysings1]

And now it https://t.co/JxNVhgduQ9. Now it ends.
The greatest knight who ever lived… died on his knees.

[Debby @DebbyU90]

He Bent Me Over the Hotel Balcony Rail With Both Hands Gripping the Edge While He Took Me From Behind

He led me out onto the balcony in nothing but his shirt. The night air was cool against my bare skin. City lights stretched below us, cars moving like tiny glowing insects fourteen floors down.

He didn’t say a word. Just turned me around, placed both my hands on the cold metal rail, and pushed my chest forward until I was bent over it. My tits hung free in the open air. The wind licked between my legs.

I heard his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock dragged through my already soaked folds. He pushed in slow, stretching me open inch by inch until his hips met my ass. The position forced him deeper than usual — every thrust angled straight against that sensitive front wall.

He gripped my waist and started fucking me hard. The rail dug into my palms. My knuckles turned white. Each stroke made my tits swing and the cool night air brush over my nipples. I could see people walking on the street below. None of them looked up. The risk made everything tighter.

He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he pounded into me. The wet sound of our bodies meeting was loud in the quiet night. I came first, legs shaking, having to lock my elbows so I wouldn’t collapse over the rail. He kept going, using my orgasm to fuck me even deeper, chasing his own.

When he got close he leaned over my back, one hand covering my mouth, and buried himself to the hilt. I felt him swell and then the hot, heavy pulses flooding me. He stayed locked inside, grinding every drop as deep as it would go while my fingers stayed clenched on the rail.

Only when he finished did he slowly pull out. A thick trail of cum immediately ran down my inner thigh and dripped onto the balcony floor.

He turned me around, still breathing hard, and kissed me once.

“Don’t clean up,” he said. “I want you sleeping with that inside you tonight.”

I walked back into the room on unsteady legs, still bent slightly from the rail, still full of him, the night air cool on the wetness between my thighs.

[G.I.O🧸 @BiGG_GIO]

Throwback to when Big Wiz brought Bella Shmurda out at the O2 😂😭 Bella was so happy, he completely lost his steeze 😂❤️🦅

[Sunkanmi🫧 @GodHand3310]

Daenerys Targaryen Might Never Rise as the True Dragon Queen

What if Daenerys surviving the chaos of King’s Landing is actually bad news for fans waiting to see her most powerful transformation?

Many fans believe she was meant for a true dragon’s death sacrificing herself in fire to save or reshape the world. That sacrifice could have consumed her completely, only for her to be reborn in the flames with power beyond anything she had ever known.

Imagine Daenerys fully awakening the blood of Old Valyria, commanding every remaining dragon, and rising as a living force of fire and blood strong enough to rewrite the fate of Westeros itself.

But if she survives and continues ruling (or walks a different path in the books), could the story be choosing a completely different destiny?

Her survival doesn’t rule out becoming something greater… but it could change everything about how that transformation happens.

Would you rather see Daenerys survive and rule the Seven Kingdoms, or sacrifice herself and rise as the ultimate Dragon Queen?

[CHIIIDEX 💔💔 @chiidex277]

Worldbreaker Hulk Could Be Coming in Avengers: Doomsday

Marvel has spent years holding Hulk back. But what happens when Doctor Doom gives him a reason to unleash everything?

In the first Avengers movie, Hulk was an unstoppable force. Then Infinity War showed Thanos overpowering him, and Smart Hulk eventually replaced the savage monster fans wanted to see. Many fans felt Marvel had stripped away what made Hulk terrifying.

But Hulk’s greatest weapon has always been his rage. The angrier he gets, the stronger he can become.

Now imagine Doom destroying entire universes while Hulk watches helplessly. Every death, every world erased, every defeat could push his anger beyond its limits.

That is where the Worldbreaker theory becomes terrifying.

Could Doom’s multiversal destruction finally unleash the Hulk Marvel has been holding back?

[Eddie @EddieGrey01]

Satomi Fukudome 🇯🇵 is a talented Japanese volleyball player whose dedication, composure, and fighting spirit reflect the discipline and determination that make Japanese volleyball so admired.

[yeh🏌️ @yehwole]

When you’re on SSB, figure out what triggered the ban, then let your account rest for a while. Once the ban is lifted, come back with full force. Happy to be back with my mutuals! ❤️🔥

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Let's start with thy latest post

[Cherry @FilmWithCherry]

The juice was definitely worth the squeeze.

[Debby @DebbyU90]

I should have gone home.

Instead I sat in my car for ten minutes, still dripping, the taste of my own orgasm lingering from when she’d kissed me after wiping her fingers. My phone buzzed.

**Unknown number:** Come back inside. I forgot to check one more area.

I knew it was her.

I walked back into the empty studio. She locked the door behind me, pulled the blinds, and pushed me onto the same table. This time there was no wax. Just her hands yanking my pants and panties all the way off.

“Lie back and spread wider than before,” she ordered.

I did. She climbed onto the table between my legs, shoved them open, and buried her face in my pussy like she’d been starving for it. Her tongue was relentless — licking, sucking, fucking into me while two fingers curled against the spot that made my vision blur. I came hard within minutes, squirting against her mouth. She moaned and kept drinking it down, adding a third finger and stretching me open while she sucked my clit.

When I was shaking too hard to take anymore she stood up, stripped off her own pants, and climbed over my face.

“Your turn.”

I grabbed her ass and pulled her down onto my mouth. She was soaked. I licked her the same way she’d licked me — deep, hungry, messy — while she rode my tongue and rubbed her clit against my nose. She came with a low, broken moan, grinding hard, coating my chin and lips.

She didn’t give me time to recover. She turned around into a sixty-nine, sank her mouth back onto my pussy, and pushed three fingers inside me again while I kept eating her. We came together the second time, messy and loud, the table creaking under us.

When it was finally over she climbed off, calmly handed me a towel, and kissed me once — slow and filthy, tasting both of us.

“Next time,” she whispered against my lips, “book the extended session.”

I already knew I would.

[Audrey🎀 @Audrey08x]

So I went on a coffee date with this guy. He’s 22, and I’m 29.

Not gonna lie, I went in thinking I’d be the confident, mature one because he was younger. Somehow, I ended up talking about how stressful work has been lately while he just sat there patiently listening to me. Then, after coffee, he asked if I wanted to check out the little bookstore I’d mentioned earlier on Duet. I was like, “Wait, you actually remembered that?”

[Hque 💌 @hquestudio]

Survival is not innocence, true.

But let's be honest about what Sansa paid:

A 12 year old girl dreaming of knights and songs.
Beaten bloody for her father's sins in King's Landing.
Married to a monster who made her watch her husband die.
Married to another monster who raped her on her wedding night.
Gaslit for years by Littlefinger who called it "love."

She didn't become Cersei. She became the anti-Cersei.

Cersei played the game to stay powerful.
Sansa learned it to make sure no little girl in Winterfell ever has to learn it again.

She fed Ramsay to his own dogs. She outplayed Littlefinger at his own trial. She told Daenerys no to her face.

She didn't get a happy ending. She EARNED a kingdom.

Queen in the North was not a gift. It was a receipt.

[Hque 💌 @hquestudio]

Every episode proves Viserys was right.

[Eddie @EddieGrey01]

Ladies with real numbers 🔢

[JERRY @jus_jerryy]

Now picture this, a diabetic patient comes into the ER and the doctor only orders eight units of insulin, but somehow there’s 800 units sitting right there at the bedside. What do you even do in that moment when the nurse who set it up is barely holding herself together?