romaβ
if i look back, i am lost
tumblr dot com
β
AnasAbdin
No title available
No title available
No title available
sheepfilms
will byers stan first human second
I'd rather be in outer space πΈ
Cosmic Funnies
Cosimo Galluzzi
JBB: An Artblog!
titsay
Acquired Stardust
todays bird
πͺΌ
β
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
seen from United States
seen from TΓΌrkiye
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from TΓΌrkiye
seen from Chile
seen from Mexico
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from TΓΌrkiye
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Belgium
seen from Lithuania
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
@flthys
teaΒ .Β theyΒ /Β sheΒ .Β twenty - threeΒ .Β Β Β Β Β Β prv. @writefilth
( this is an independent and selective roleplay blog . mature and taboo content will be written on this blog , with heavily triggers tagged but there will still be some untagged mature content. proceed on your own risk! minors and personals dni. don't like ? block me. )
guidelines . faceclaims . plots . inspiration . opens .
*taps on glass*
THIS WAS HIS THIRD APPOINTMENT, but he had yet to say anything. if he wasn't tossing the stress ball up into the ceiling tiles, he was staring at her tits, or at the clock. he was fucked if he talked, and he was fucked if he didn't - so he'd rather keep his mouth shut and waste everybody's time. he caught the stress ball in a clammy, knobby hand and looked at the clock: forty seven fucking minutes left. jesus. marshall's eyes then moved to her, sitting there with her fucking notebook. his jaw fell open and he reached up with his free hand, using his thumb nail to repeatedly flick the top of his bottom front teeth, making a clicking sound for the sake of being an annoyance to her.
open to f !! (35+ only)
marshall lindsey. he/him. 24. straight. 6'3. pawn shop cashier. serial killer/ghostface.Β pinterest board.
plot: marshall's somehow being forced to see a therapist abt his 'problems' (aka his fantasies abt killing girls) and your muse is the therapist so he's gonna be freaky a pervy as fuck to her (or marshall and his twin brother have already been sent to prison for being serial k*llers and your muse is a therapist he has to visit but the whole pervy shit still stands)
SHE'S BEEN IN THIS BUSINESS FOR A LONG TIME, and for good reasons. it paid well, had great benefits. but the real kicker to it all, was each patient seemed to stimulate the part of her brain she used to hide as a little girl. the dark part of her interests that seem to peak with each sick detail she pulls out of her patients, the psychology behind those more deranged than her. margot plays the role of the perfect therapist, which, despite it all, she's damn good at her job. but it would be a lie if she said she's in this career for selfless reasons. slender legs crossed over one and other as she taps her pen against the notebook rested against black pencil skirt, brows raising in amusement as the two sit in silence. eyes drop to his open mouth, and margot tilts her head sideways. "is that a new nervous tick we've discovered, or is that your idea of annoyance? because if it's the latter, i'm afraid you're going to have to try a little harder than that, mister lindsey."
i know it's been awhile buuuut.... anyone wanna do discord things <3
! ! !
SYDNEY SWEENEY. Saturday Night Live (2024)
OWEN DIDN'T ACTUALLY GIVE A shit if she liked it - he'd have fun, either way. his eyes were too busy looking at her tits. she dressed like a slut, so there wasn't a lot left to imagine, but god - he wanted to grope and pull at them until they were sore and she was crying. each drag she took made her easier and easier. his hand began to rub against her thigh, fingers slipping under her dress every so often - like it was just an accident. " yeah ?? " he nodded. " i got another one for you, baby. " he held a second joint in front of her face. " you want it ?? " he'd make her smoke it even if she said no.
his fingers brushing against her bare skin has goosebumps trailing up her thighs, her hands now gripping at her knees while her shoulders raised to press against her flushed cheeks. eyes are hazy and lids are heavy as she looks at the joint, her headshaking slowly. "no.." chloe murmurs, her head nearly falling forward, dazed and all. "mm, can't. i already.. i don't feel good. i mean, i feel good but... weird. don't think i can... handle more. but thank you."
Jacob Elordi as Felix Catton Saltburn (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell
HE DARED HER TO FIGHT BACK, but they both knew he'd pin her down and make her do it until all that was left was ash. he watched her carefully with each hit she took. " how you feelin', baby ?? " he teased, once again using the little nickname he'd picked for her the minute she changed form his annoying sister to another pair of tits he could picture himself fucking. " 's your head feeling all fuzzy ?? "
the nickname has the blonde giggling, cheeks burning a shade of red. it was innocent, coming from her brother, right?? yet, chloe feels all tingly and giddy. always a sucker for attention from the male species. takes another hit before her head hangs backwards, feeling herself become used to the sensation. "yeah.." she responds quietly, tugging on the fabric of her strapless dress when she feels her heavy tits pressing against the fabric with each heavy breath. "i feel... dizzy. like, light... like a feather!"
THE LEFT SIDE OF HIS MOUTH curled up into a smirk before he started to laugh at her. he shook his head when she tried to give it back to him. β nah, baby - β he pushed her hand back to her β - this oneβs yours. iβm gonna let you smoke the whole damn thing, like a big girl, right ?? β owen guided the joint back to her lips. β and donβt waste my shit, yeah ?? some of us donβt have big tits to flash to get shit for free. β
"the whole thing??" chloe gasps, leaning her head back as her eyes widen at the joint again. teeth trap her bottom lip and she wants to fight him on it, slip away and go join her friends already, but she knows owen well enough to know he wouldn't le her go until she obeyed. "don't be crass!" she tells him before sighing, leaning back forward to wrap her lips around the joint again. she takes another hit, longer, and her head starts to feel all fuzzy.
OWEN DIDN'T RESPOND, HE JUST smirked and lit the joint up. it might've been for her friends, but he didn't doubt she'd be willing to smoke it if a boy asked her to. he looked at the way her plump, pink lips pursed around it, and his mind wandered to a vision of them all slick with drool, wrapped around his dick. " smoke it. " he told her, his head tilting just slightly. " d'you like it ?? "
the smell alone of the joint being lit up has chloe's nose scrunching up, the smell of her girly perfume becoming covered in the stench of weed, now. still, she hesitantly wraps plump lips around the joint and inhales. it burns her throat, has her coughing out the smoke and her free hand smacking against her almost bare chest. "oh, god." she gasps, trying to catch her breath. "gross! it burns." pushing the joint towards him to hand it off, her head shakes.
HE COULD TELL BY WHAT SHE WAS wearing that she was probably going to a party hosted by one of her slutty friends - the kind where shitty dance music played and girls practically begged to be groped and touched by pansy-ass frat boys. GOD - she was so fucking stupid that any attempt to be nice to her melted away. " what kind of a dumb bitch steals weed when she doesn't even know how to fucking use it ?? " owen ripped the bag from her hand and nodded to his bed. " sit down. " he put the bag back into the box, pulled out a couple joints, and walked over to sit beside her on the bed. owen's hand slid into his pocket and he pulled out his lighter, the joint held out to her. " jesus fucking christ, chloe. do i gotta tell you how to do everything ?? take it. "
"hey - " chloe whines, pouting out her bottom lip at his insult. "i... it wasn't for me. it was my friends." she huffs quietly, staring at the ground in embarrassment. he never failed to make her feel so stupid sometimes. obeying, she strolls to the bed and plops herself down, placing her hands on her laps as she watches his next moves. when he offers her the joint, it's then does it click. "ooooh, i see. that makes sense." she slowly nods. his words have her flinching, her brows furrowing. "stop being so mean, owen, god!!" chloe pouts again, taking the joint between her fingers and pressing it to her lips .
a starter for @flthys !
having always thought that he could control himself around liquor, tate had helped himself to one too many glasses of whiskey. it was one way to keep the fun going, to let loose and simply enjoy. let the merriment continue downstairs, while he had his own down this hallway as his calloused palm held onto the curve of that waist of hers after he had pinned her to the wall. his breath was tainted with grainy, woody scent that the liquor of his choice had, enough for her to even catch scent of it with how close he had gotten to her face. he smiles at the woman he believed to be his wife, chuckling as he presses his lower half to her β pants tighter, and him seeking attention from her. "where have you been, darling?" he would whisper against her ear, hand rising from her waist to one of her breasts, thumb grazing against that clothed nub of hers. "been looking for you all night. did you really think teasing me was such a good idea? in front of all your friends too."
ashley wasn't a fan of parties, not like her pretentious sister, at least. but she was trying this new thing such as growth, and that included spending more time with her family - especially after her divorce. after a few dreadful hours of mingling, she managed to slip out of the room and b line it towards the guest room - ready to slump herself down on a bed until the party died down. she barely makes it halfway through the hallway before her chest is pressed against the wall, tall, strong body pinning her there. it has the redhead gasping, nails scratching at the wall as she attempts to turn her chin over her shoulder, eyes widening at the sight of her brother in law. "tate? what are you - oh, fuck." the woman moans as he brushes against her clothed breasts, her tits always being a little more sensitive than she had liked. can't remember the last time she was touched, either. instinct has her pushing back against the male, but she snaps herself back to reality shortly, realizing he must be drunk enough to confuse her with her twin. "tate, i.. fuck. i'm not - it's me, ashley."
OWEN LOOKED AT THE BAG IN her hand, then to the lunchbox. his first instinct was call her a stupid bitch...make her cry (he always liked it when she cried). but chloe was stupid sober, so he wanted to see how stupid (and horny) she could be when she was high. he nodded towards the baggy while stepping closer. " d'you know how to use it ?? " he asked. he reached down and gently grabbed her wrist, tugging it to give her the signal to stand up.
wide blue eyes stare up at her brother as he approaches, and she's ready for him to be cruel as always - so of course she's taken back when he gently tugs at her arm. "um..." chloe hums, standing up, adjusting her short little dress as she glances at the bag. "don't you just, i don't know. eat it?" she's heard of people doing it before. though, the material of the green plant in the bag seems like it'd be kinda gross. "right??" she asks, glancing back up.
OWEN SLOWED TO A STOP as he stepped inside, hearing the rustling coming from his room. he tossed his keys on the coffee table, his apron on the couch, and walked down the hall. he expected it to either be his mom coming in with some bullshit ideas her book club friends had given her to ' fix her son ' or one of his friends breaking in to steal his money or weed because they ran out. but what he saw was so much better than he could've though (or even fantasized). his sister on the floor in front of his closet, sitting on her knees, looking through the shitty tin lunchbox he kept hidden under the floorboards. owen knocked his knuckle against the doorframe.
open to STEP/SISTER !! (21+ only)
owen raley. he/him. 25-27. bisexual. 6'5. fry cook.Β pinterest board.
based
connection: gimme slutty dumb bimbos or dumb innocent girlies PLS !!
her knees and hand presses against the carpet as the other digs through the box she's found. had promised her friends she'd bring the party favors while they bring the snacks and booze, because chloe wants to make a good impression and, well, she assumes her brother would have a stash hidden somewhere. a grin spreads across her face as she spots the plastic baggy, pulling it out and ready to shove it in her bra until she hears knocking behind her. like a deer in headlights, she freezes, mentally cursing under her breath before she turns her head over her shoulder. "um.. hi, owen.." chloe mumbles, cheeks flushed as she crawls around to face him. "i.. this isn't what it looks like, i swear!"
KRISTINE FROSETH IN THE BUCCANEERS
ahhh i miss bein here .
