love surrounds me

and i can give it back

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📌 cj. they/them. 20+. ( fka holesale ) this is an usfw indie with the primary purpose of exploring mature & dark subject matter in the realm of crime, horror, and smut driven plots. taboo subject matter will be present, follow at your own discretion! — opens. wanted plots. wanted opps.

[kendalsroy]

LILY-ROSE DEPP Pop Tarts & Rat Tales

[djo]

SCREAM (1996) dir. Wes Craven

[dd-writes]

Fat cock nerd bf who's oblivious to how much it hurts when he stretchs her out but goes balls deep anyway cos moans are a good thing, right?? And her screaming means she's enjoying it, right?? And those are really just happy tears streaming down her face.

[3therealplanes]

[screen-studies]

CHRISTIAN BALE as “Patrick Bateman” American Psycho (2000)

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his dad had been having an affair. everyone and their mother knew it — well, everyone but theodore's mother. it'd long been a point of contention between him and his father ; the way he so carelessly spread his seed, fucking random twenty-somethings and discarding them weekly like other human beings didn't have feelings. and okay, yes, an uncaring attitude for other people's wellbeing was something theodore had inherited, but he did care about his mom — and his trust fund. the senior hackman's latest extramarital activity had gone on for several months now, and consistently with only one woman : his secretary. it was practically unheard of for him to see someone for so long, going as far as showering her with gifts and taking weekends away, claiming they were work trips. it was making theodore nervous — it was making him mad. the only thing he could think to do was get even, and the only way to do it? fuck her himself. he flirted and dropped hints every time he was around the office, tagging along to brunches and sitting in on meetings. and now, at the annual holiday party, while is father was busy playing the role of doting husband for the public and he knew his mistress was hurting, he whisked her away to his father's office.

"tell me if anyone is coming, alright?" theodore whispered against her rouged lips. the office was effectively a glass box ; huge floor to ceiling windows looked out over the electrified city while the walls around them were all glass. the party was continuing on just down the hall. . . voices and music carrying to them despite the closed door. theodore almost hoped that they were caught in the act. hoped that it was his dad who found them in such a compromising position. he'd lifted her onto the desk and now sunk to his knees before her, pushing away the skirt of her dress before teasing his fingertips along the fabric of her panties. he looked up to meet her eyes, putting on a rare, sweet smile. "you look beautiful tonight," theodore complimented. he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her clothed cunt before parting his lips and licking a firm stripe, intent to have the fabric soaked thoroughly before ever allowing her the satisfaction of pulling it aside. / @spillurgvts sent 12 MF

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no one had noticed that they were missing. the pool party was carrying on without a hitch, everyone getting pleasantly day drunk and splashing away to a playlist of summertime pop hits. but inside. . . the kitchen had been taken over by a cacophony of gasping moans and broken-off protests, the sound only magnified as it reverberated off cool stainless steel appliances and marble countertops. aubrey was torturing her twin brother's girlfriend. she'd been glaring at her since the second she arrived, icy eyes never leaving her — not while she cutely played chicken with andrew and his friends or lounged by the pool, not when she kissed him ' for good luck ' before he did a backflip off the high dive, and certainly not when she so kindly offered to show the clueless bitch to the bathroom. they made it no further than the kitchen, aubrey shoving her back against the massive island counter, instantly hissing that she wasn't good enough for her brother. an unnamable fury roiled in her, making her want to spit in the girl's face when she stuttered back in confusion. she did the next best thing and shoved a hand into her bikini bottoms. "do you hear yourself?" aubrey practically snarled, platinum hair tossed over her shoulder. fingers were stuffed in the girl's mouth to muffle any reply, two more fingers mercilessly fucking into her cunt. "i knew you were a slut. you're fucking filthy." as her gaze traced down the other's quaking body, her hand finally dragged away from the girl's mouth, moving to squeeze one of her breasts. / @wickedlvst sent 06 FF

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"oh, you fucking bi - iiiiiiiiiiitch — " brielle's voice cracked, words warped and stretched into an involuntary moan, desperately wishing she could hold it back if only to not give her ex the satisfaction of hearing it. she shouldn't be here, not at all. she was meant to be downstairs, enjoying the party and hanging off her boyfriend's arm, getting wasted to celebrate the start of spring break. she wanted to hold onto her anger and bitch out her ex for trying to cause a scene in the middle of the kitchen, but if she'd wanted to stay pissed, she probably should've thought of that before going ass-up on some random frat bro's bed and arching her back like a bitch in heat. how the fuck did this always happen with them? anger routinely exploding into arousal, pushing each other around and tearing off each other's clothes. brielle was supposed to be over her — she was supposed to be straight! "ah - !" she gasped, a sudden smile blossoming over her face as a tingle of pleasure spread, making her toes curl. she rocked back against the tongue that was exploring her in ways that she'd sorely missed, resolutely not thinking about how often she lied to chris about just not liking to receive oral, claiming that his stubble tickled and she didn't see the big deal. she did, when it was done right. "your tongue," brielle moaned, gripping at the fabric of her dress that had ridden all the way up her chest, "oh my god. eat me." she groped down her body, turning just enough to look at her ex as she got a handful of her hair, shoving her face into her pussy. / @spillurgvts sent 05 FF

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he hadn't thought much of it when sasha told him she had a daughter. harvey just shrugged and put on that sleazy grin he'd won her over with before joking, ' i'm probably a sperm donor to a couple dozen kids out there, too. ' he really didn't give a shit, as long as it meant he could crash at her place whenever he blew into town, spending their weekends indulging in some marathon fucking before he had to hit the road again — he'd told sasha that he drove a big rig that first night they met at a shitty little bar downtown, but he sure as hell didn't. the lie stuck easily enough, though, and harvey came and went as he pleased, mooching off of sasha and not having to see much of her daughter unless his visitation coincided with a weekend away from her daddy. and tonight, it had.

harvey woke up around 2am to the sound of the television still on in the living room. he had enough wherewithal to pull on a discarded pair of basketball shorts before heading downstairs, intending to turn it off. he stopped short when he saw sasha's daughter, passed out on the couch while an informercial played loudly. he knew that she didn't like him being around. heard every ' private ' conversation she had with her mom, trying to get her to kick him to the curb and saying he was a deadbeat — he retaliated by making sasha scream whenever they had sex. harvey had also fallen into the nasty habit of leering at her, forever tempted by the forbidden, admiring her young, supple body ( she was the exact type of girl he liked to have chained up in his basement ). right now, he was eating her up, staring at the point where her sleep shirt had ridden up while she laid on her belly. harvey wandered closer, letting his rough fingertips glide across the back of her bare calf. when she didn't stir, he crouched beside the couch, eyes drawn back to the honeypot between her thighs. the cotton panties were cute — practically irresistible as he reached out to touch her there, fingers gently prodding, feeling how warm and pliable she was. / @wickedlvst sent 09 MF

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he'd asked her to jerk him off again — he'd been about that tactful in how he went about it, too. both of them in her dorm, sitting on her bed with a mess of papers spread out between them, jude just casually offering to make sure she passed the upcoming test if she felt like getting him off. suddenly, all their coursework was on the floor and layers had been shed, willow's spit and skilled fist working over his cock with efficiency while he doubled down on his promises. and then she'd climbed on his lap, lined him up, and just taken him. jude couldn't stop staring. couldn't tear his eyes away from where his thick cock was splitting her in two, admiring the way her pink folds glistened and slicked up his shaft. she took him so well, and fuck, she was so tiny - a compact little fleshlight - bouncing on his lap like the cute, brainless bunny she was. you were made to take my cock, jude thought with a groan, eyes raising to willow's flushed face. when a pleased sound squeaked out of her, he couldn't resist leaning in to kiss her, the lingering press almost chaste compared to the repetitive slap of their thighs meeting. "i'm sorry," he breathed into her mouth, drawing back only slightly, "was that - was that okay?" jude asked, his stutter halfway playing into the role of harmless, nerdy loser that willow knew him as, but also somewhat genuine, still caught up in the shock that this was actually happening. this was reality and not a dream ; he was really fucking willow. / @mkumine sent 04 MF

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the look on andrew's face was bored at best — to any stranger shown a snapshot of him in this exact moment ( strictly from the chest up ) they'd probably guess that he was ridiculously stoned and vegging out in front of a television. expand the frame a little farther and it'd reveal that he was balls deep in his best friend's sister, refusing to break eye contact with leonie as she desperately rode him. his arms were stretched out along the back of the couch while he continued to lounge, languid and relaxed, still mostly dressed with just his pants shoved down past his knees. "i think you're losing your touch, lee," he taunted softly, refusing to touch leonie as she tried to make him cum. she wasn't doing anything wrong. her cunt felt heavenly, as it always did, the perfect fit around cock, soaking his lap with every downward plunge. the designer cocktail of substances he'd snorted to kick off the night was aiding in his stamina, along with a growing curiosity plaguing his mind. abruptly, andrew spread his legs, thighs knocking into leonie's braced knees to throw her off balance. he laughed when she toppled forward against his chest, finally moving a hand to stroke down the center of her back. "thinking about tyler?" andrew whispered beside her ear. he didn't know the depth of their relationship, though he had his suspicions — hadn't missed the way her eyes followed her brother as he went to another room in the high rise apartment with some blonde from the club, longing. sometimes he thought that most of the joy tyler found in his disenchanted life was derived from leonie's sad looks. / @spillurgvts sent 04 MF

[cinemaisfemale]

Jawbreaker (1999, dir. Darren Stein)

[ilya-rozanova]

ALISON OLIVER as VENETIA CATTON in SALTBURN

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his arms around her is more comforting than her favorite fuzzy blanket , coating her frame with a sense of warmth she never receives anymore . her brother was the only one she felt understood her , possibly the only one who truly cared for her , too . her punches turn slow and soft before they stop all together , now clenching the fabric of his shirt between her hands and shoving her wet cheek into his chest . " i'm scared , hale . " words are gentle as alison catches her breath , now calming down despite the tension still laying thick in her room . thought this would be easy , thought she could slip through with a tipped chin and not so heavy heart - but her brother makes it all so hard . perhaps that is why she did not want to say goodbye . her chin drags up his chest until it settles upon it , wet lashes batting up to look at him , her palms flattening . " not tonight . " hesitantly agrees , how could she not when he looks like that? she sniffles, and wraps her arms around his frame . " could you stay with me tonight , then ? "

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a great sense of relief swelled in his chest, thankful that alison was willing to grant him one more night together. that gives me time, he thought, the first prick of impending betrayal taking seed in his mind. one night was enough to talk her into another and then another and another. . . until perhaps he could wear away at his sister's resolve entirely with a permanent reason for her to stay. "of course," hale whispered in return, one hand lifting to cup her face. his thumb traced below her eye to soothe away her fallen tears before he was leaning nearer, pressing his lips to her other cheek. he lingered there, a soft and pained noise rumbling at the back of his throat, the arm wound around her body tightening for a moment. hale kissed her temple next before beginning to withdraw. "come, lets clean this up," he said, speaking of her spilled luggage. he stooped to collect the scattered bills, head shaking to himself. "do you remember the last time we shared a bed? when i had that awful fever and refused to let go of you at all. i thought i was going mad."

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positively naïve wish shatters when he doesn't seem to budge on her suggestion . figured it would be the best time to ask , with the male who seemed to be more talkative and assertive left the two of them alone . all that could ring around her head was the thought of her daddy on tv , begging for his baby girl to come home safe . the sooner she could grant that wish before it ever made the news , the better . the other , joey ... he's got these blue eyes that have vivianna , for a fleeting moment , admiring , before remembering the evil behind the hues . he may not seem as predatory as his brother , but he was still the reason she was nabbed in the first place . his question catches her off guard , but she'll answer anyway , clinging to the idea that the more he see's her as an actual person , the more he's inclined to let her be . " y - yes , i do . cheaper to live while i attend school . it's closer to the store , too . " vivianna tells him calmly , trying best to not let her nerves waver her small voice . dropping her gaze to her red hands , a reminder of her trying to reach for her bleeding manager to keep the liquid from spilling from his wound before she was dragged away , her heart sinks . squeezing her lids shut a beat , vivianna clears her throat and forces herself to meet her captors eyes again . " you and your brother ... you live together? "

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in an instant he could imagine her on a college campus, somewhere more idyllic than this backwater town — maybe up north in new england, clutching books to her chest while walking across the quad. she did look educated, mousey in a bookish sort of way, joseph thought, watching as her head bowed and her eyes once again screwed shut tight. what the fuck were they gonna do with her? when vivianna's gaze finally lifted to look at him again, the very mention of his brother put a deepening frown on his face. she knew way too fucking much already, but he still honestly answered, "no, i hadn't seen 'im in five years." and, hopefully, after all was said and done here, he'd get to go another five years or so before caleb dropped into his life again. a sharp inhale flared joseph's nostrils as his mind cranked forward to the future, imagining every little way that he'd have to piece his life together again — start over for the millionth time. he could see his brother at the counter now, talking to the clerk inside. "listen - " joey shifted in the driver's seat, leaning towards vivianna with an arm stretching across the back of the seats for support. "don't do anything stupid. mind my brother, alright?" his expression was stern, eyes darting between each of hers, trying to decide if she would be compliant — if she was an even bigger liability in the making. "keep bein' quiet and don't play his dumb fuckin' games, and all'a this will be easier on you. got it?" if he promised her anything more, he'd be lying.

[wickedlvst]

"i mean as long as it's not on my hands literally", sloane retorted with a soft chuckle and a shrug, "i think i'm good." not that it'd be the first time either of them had to clean up puke - obviously, there was a strict 'no alcohol' policy for any of the teens considering how it was illegal, but somehow some sort of liquor always found its way into their cups, most likely stolen from mommy and daddy's personal stash. and if it wasn't that, at least some kid per summer would grow sick from eating too many s'mores and leave it to them to clean up that mess. she'd like to say that you get used to it, but somehow you never truly did. she'd take kitchen or bathroom duty any time of the week over that. one eyebrow raised up questioningly as amusement settled into her sharp features. "funny you should ask because i'm actually one of those kids who were lucky enough to have a camp counselor that knew when to look away because i actually lost my virginity in a camp not so unlike this one right before sophomore year", she responded with a grin, raising one hand in defense, "i know, i know. it was early, but it was also complete shit because, you know, i thought finally", she puts the word into quotation marks with her fingers," losing my virginity would make me feel more at home in my body. you could call it the desperate result of a lot of insecurity and peer pressure and that's precisely how bad it was." shaking her head at the memories that immediately popped up, she allowed a laugh to pearl from her lips to lighten the mood. "my first time after transitioning was basically the complete opposite. my boyfriend at that time was an absolute romantic at heart and felt like a huge ass celebration was in order. you know, the whole show: a room full of candles and rose petals. it was so much better because we loved each other, but to be perfectly honest, it's only started to feel really good in the past two years. i'm an absolute defender of the hypothesis that practice makes perfect and i do my best to get a lot of practice in." with a cheeky wink, she stole the flask back. "how about you? please tell me, your first time was at least half as shitty as mine."

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"no shit?" duncan's crooked grin twitched a little bit wider at the new information, eyebrows shifting upwards in a look of admiration. "a summer camp boning for your first time - that's pretty cinematic." and, honestly, destined to be a dud. he couldn't say that he was surprised when sloane went into the details, already imagining the limited options for sneaky campers : rocking bunkbeds on a cramped twin mattress, getting lost in the woods just to get a poison ivy rash down there, or maybe getting caught in the boathouse. that last one was a tried-and-true choice — duncan's favorite, personally, whenever he snuck away with a fellow counselor during free swim. but any of those for a first time experience, complete with fumbling hands and premature orgasms? underwhelming as hell. letting sloane snag the flask back, duncan's face scrunched up, a sympathetic chuckle falling from his lips. "i think you're lucky, honestly," he returned, shrugging as they walked. he cocked out his elbow a little, purposefully knocking into her arm with a teasing shove. "because you got to experience what most people never do, y'know? losing your virginity twice." duncan wasn't sure if he bought into the whole ' emotional connection ' thing when it came to improving sex, but he would wholeheartedly agree that practice did in fact make perfect. more was always better. "i lost my virginity the night of prom," he confessed, already very aware of how cliche it sounded. "and it was. . . just fine." a little laugh burst from duncan at how anticlimactic that sounded, because the act itself had really been just that. "i'd been seeing this girl for most of my senior year and we went to the dance together. did the whole rented tux, limo, dinner thing beforehand, and then we got a room at the hotel that was hosting, of course. went upstairs virgins and came back down twenty minutes later not virgins."