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Fieri Frames
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Not today Justin
Claire Keane
Doug Jones
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
occasionally subtle
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
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Product Placement
Fai_Ryy
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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The Bright Sessions
The Bowery Presents
Game of Thrones Daily
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@kai-0404
You're one of us You're a part of the night You're one of us Say goodbye to the light
— Nosferatu (2024), Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992), The Return of the Vampire (1943), Horror of Dracula (1958), Dracula (1931), Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (1922), Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979)
Everyone shut up Orlok can be both an embodiment of Ellen’s loneliness and isolation and alienation, AND her abusive ex, AND a reflection of the suppressed darker parts of herself, AND just a literal fucking undead creature of the night. There’s layers.
Kate Bush as a Bat for “Breathing” her 1980 single.
Photographer: John Carder Bush
saintavangeline
leading ladies + universal monster movies
bride of frankenstein (1935) dir. by james whale
tap out. . . m.s.
You're a mess. Sweaty hair sticking to your forehead, palms clammy as you hang onto the sheets for dear life—trying to take everything Matt's giving you. He made it very clear he wasn't letting up until he had enough of you.
You whine as he kisses you, silencing your complaints. "I can't—" You gasp as he kisses down your jaw, "Matt, I can't take anymore—"
He laughs softly, spreading your legs to watch his cum leak out of your messy cunt. "Y'tired already, baby?" He teases, settling between your legs again. "I can fuck you like this for hours.."
"Matt—" He ignores your protests, already rubbing his cock through your sensitive folds. "Shhhh, jus' one more, sweetheart. You can take it." He pushes inside slowly, groaning at how easy it is to slide into your soaked pussy. "Fuckkkk.. I love this pussy.." You gasp, trembling at his slow, deep pace.
"You're so fucking tight, even after all that cum. Can't get enough of me, huh?" You mewl, "S-shut up."
He chuckles darkly, leaning down to nip your ear. "Make me." He thrusts deeper, hitting that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. "Or do you want me to keep talking about how perfect this pussy is?"
You shake your head, desperately. "Nononono— embarrassing, embarrassing, so embarrassing-" You babble out, Matt just smirks. He spreads your legs wider, going even deeper. "Y'sound so dirty when you take it, your little whines just make me wanna pound this little pussy harder." He slows down his thrusts, making them slow and torturous.
He leans down to suck a mark on your neck, his tongue swirls around your skin. "Like this? Like feeling every inch of me?" You're unable to answer, hot tears running down your face as he snaps his hips forward.
Both of you can feel yourself growing wetter, your body betraying you to show off how much you're enjoying this slow, deep fucking. He reaches down to rub your clit in tight circles, his voice low and husky. "That's it, gonna make you cum so hard, baby. Gonna make you a mess..."
He can tell you're getting close, your walls fluttering around him. "Matt—" He shushes you, "Shhh, let go for me..." He increases the pressure on your clit and starts pounding you harder, hips pressing against yours. "Make a mess on my dick."
You see white, a choked sob leaving your mouth as your orgasm crashes off of you like a tidal wave. "Fuck yes," He groans deeply, enjoying the mess of your and his juices between you. "That's it..."
You pant heavily, eyes locking with his as you come down from your high. "One more?"
a/n: MAKE HER TAPOUT, TAPOUT.
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Nosferatu (2024)
Nothin.last4ever
Horror Character Appreciation - Elsa Lanchester as the Bride of Frankenstein in Bride of Frankenstein (1935) dir. James Whale
horror aesthetic: nosferatu (2024) directed by robert eggers
"Professor, my dreams grow darker. Does evil come from within us, or from beyond?"
✞ 666 ✞
you crying while trying to adjust to chris’s size
it burned a little — not pain, not quite — but stretch and fullness and pressure that made your thighs tremble around his waist. your breath hitched, and before you could bite it back, a tear slipped down your cheek.
chris stilled. his thumb brushed it away like it killed him to see it. “oh, baby…” he rasped, voice tight. “you feel that full already?”
you nodded, breathless. “it’s so much…”
he leaned down, kissed the tear off your cheek, then your mouth — slow and deep. “you’re taking me so well. fuckk. look at you.”
he didn’t move, just stayed there, buried halfway, shaking from restraint. “let me in, sweetheart,” he whispered. “let me make you feel good. i’ll go slow. i’ve got you.”
you nodded again, whimpering as he pushed in deeper, his mouth was everywhere — your neck, your chest, his praise falling hot and broken against your skin like he’d waited his whole life for this.
a/n: thank you for reading💗 send more blurb requests!
divider: @cursed-carmine
Peak Vampirism on acrylic
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA 2004, dir. Joel Schumacher
「 cowboy!matt popping sweetheart!reader’s cherry ᵎᵎ 」
smut, p in v, unprotected sex, first time, cursing, pet names
based on this ask
matt’s eyes widened when you asked him in your angelic and gentle voice if he could help you with a little something. he thought the “little something” was help with chores, or maybe a small favor. but taking your virginity wasn’t on the list at all.
“you sure you want me to help you out with that, darlin?” matt asked, his voice wavering as he felt his cock strain against his jeans. you had nodded, your eyes wide and expression hopeful as you awaited his answer.
he told you he would, and that he wanted the moment to be right. so when your father told you he had to leave the farm for the day, you and matt both knew it was the perfect opportunity.
࿐ ༢
“tell me if it hurts at all, m’kay doll?” matt murmured softly, gently stroking your cheek.
you nodded up at him, taking a deep breath as you watched matt slowly pull your dress up. he had you laid down in the grass behind a big oak tree in your back field, the slight breeze sending a shiver through your body.
matt’s movements were slow and deliberate, his hands slowly roaming across your stomach and waist. you were growing restless with anticipation, your cunt leaking from the way matt was grinding on you for the last twenty minutes.
you watched him with wide eyes as his fingers hooked around your cotton panties, slowly pulling them down, tossing them off to the side where his pants were, alongside both of your boots.
matt’s fingers ran along your slick folds, smirking as he watched you shudder. your face contorted with pleasure as he began to finger you, his digits sopping with your wetness and he slowly pumped them in and out of you.
quiet moans and sighs escaped your lips as matt pleasured you, your fingers gripping onto his biceps as you tried to steady yourself.
“it’s good, ain’t it sweet pea?” matt whispered, dipping his head down to plant kisses alongside your cheek and jaw.
your head bobbed up and down, your eyes screwing shut while matt’s fingers curled up inside you. suddenly, your eyes shot open as you felt matt slide out, whining softly.
you watched him wide eyes as matt began freeing himself of his boxers, his cock springing up. he slowly pumped himself, lining himself up with your entrance. his blue eye glanced up to meet yours. “you sure you want this?”
you nodded, murmuring a small yes as a moan ripped through you while matt pushed himself in. he slowly sank into you, bottoming out and groaning at your tightness. he buried his face into your neck, peppering kisses at the exposed skin in reach. “m sorry if it hurts, angel,” he muttered into your skin, “tell me when to move.”
your arms were wrapped around matt’s neck, holding him close to you as you adjusted to the feeling of his dick deep inside you. the stretch burned in the best way, the slight pain beginning to subside. “y’can move, matty, please.”
matt wasted no time in pulling out, slowly pushing himself back into you. he pulled away from your neck to watch your face while he fucked you slow and deep, your walls squeezing and clenching around his length.
“that’s it, baby, you’re taking my cock so well, mhm?” he whispered. “i could stay in the pussy all day if you let me.”
you whined quietly, your breath hitching at the feeling of matt’s dick moving in and out of you. he fucked you in a slow and steady rhythm, his hips rocking against yours.
matt smirked down at you, loving the way you reacted to his cock, the words practically leaving your brain as the only sounds you could make where those of pleasure. you gasped and moaned while he continued to move at a steady pace, the sensation practically going through your entire body.
“be loud for me sweetheart,” matt whispered, “tell me it’s good.”
“good,” you sighed, moaning softly as matt’s tip kissed your cervix, “so so good.”
“mhmmm,” he drew out, “y’keep making those pretty sounds like that, angel, and we’ll be out here all damn day.”
bree’s corner ⸝⸝⸝ i didn’t know how to end this </3 sorry. and this is definitely one of my longer fics, but this was sooooo sexy thank u to my lovely 🍒 anon for suggesting this! as always asks and requests are open :) more au things to come (both this one and bsfsbf!chris hehehe)
About three things I was absolutely positive: First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn't know how dominant that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
TWILIGHT (2008) dir. Catherine Hardwicke
