looks that kill

[kittywriites]

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[ad0rati0ns]

archie's eyes widened just slightly as dex moved towards him. his spine pressed against the brick wall. "i'm not anything," he replies, leaning his head back. he can physically feel dex's presence, the heat between their bodies. his voice- unfortunately- makes him shiver. archie's fingers move without thinking, curling into dex's belt loops to keep him in place. he offers the other one of his signature, charming smiles. "as if you haven't been thinking about me, too, dex?" archie tilts his head to the side, ever so slightly. "are you gonna fuck me in this alley or do you want to go somewhere else?"

[kittywriites]

That fucking smile. And he wondered why Dex had chosen the nickname he had. He arched closer, pressing their lower halves together as a familiar heat stirred below his belt. "Yeah, maybe about that fuckin' mouth." Dex answered crassly; likely the closest he'd ever come to admitting that his own thoughts strayed to the other man on occasion. The next question posed made Dex's cock twitch eagerly behind his zipper, and his hips pressed forward insistently. He leaned in, stopping just short of a kiss as his free hand slid up Archie's over throat to grip his jaw. "I should fuck you right here, where anyone could come out and see just how much you love it," Dex's voice was low and gravelly, already thick with desire as his hips rocked none too subtly against Archie's. "But I think I'm gonna take you home, take my sweet fuckin' time, and see how much I can make you beg for it."

[sarcasmpersonified181]

A wry smirk took hold on Ethan’s features. He’d have been interested in Cecilia for her looks alone, but it would have been fleeting, momentary. What had truly captivated him was in the brief time he’d known her, the thus far limited amount of opportunities they’ve had to steal time for themselves, the young woman had displayed a wit that he had not anticipated. He’d fully expected a sheltered, naive and thoroughly shy girl. There were certainly elements of being sheltered, she was very clearly the apple of her fathers eye. But the more he saw of her, the more he glimpsed a young woman who wished to be truly free of any restraints placed upon her. His kind of woman. “Mm I’ve got a feeling you’ll do just fine within.” He brought her into the brownstone he maintained in the city. Not his full time residence, simply one of a handful he rotated between. Within he brought her to the living room where a roaring fire, two glasses of already poured wine and a bottle chilling in ice awaited them. He practically pulled her down into his lap as he came to rest of the spacious couch before it all. Hand coming to graze over one of her exposed thighs. “I do hope you’re not expected back, cause I don’t intend to let you out of my sight till morning.” He reaches for a glass with his free hand and give it to her before reaching for his own.

[kittywriites]

She let him lead her more deeply inside, feeling a bit like a lamb being escorted into the lion's den — in the most exciting of ways, of course. A breathy little giggle escaped her as he tugged her down onto his lap, and despite the nerves that had her heart racing, she settled in as if she'd been there a dozen times over. Thighs spread easily to accommodate his hips, and she tried not to blush at the way the position hiked her already short dress even further up her thighs. One hand came to rest on his chest as the other took the offered wine with an impressed little smile. There was already such a stark difference between this man and the pitiful college boys she'd involved herself with before now. Cecilia shook his head at his words, trying not to appear too eager at the prospect. "My dad thinks I'm having a girls night at Wendy's." As soon as the words left her lips, she was embarrassed by how pathetically childish they sounded. In an effort to counteract it, she pressed closer, thighs parting wider to slide forward until she could feel her lacy little panties pressed to the zipper of his slacks. Heat thrummed through the girl. "Point is, I'm all yours." she said softly, lips curled into a coy little smile as her hand slid down his chest to toy with a button on his shirt. She held the glass up between them. "So what are we cheering to?" she prompted.

[hclenshivers]

Madelyn Cline & Odessa A'zion via Instagram

[sugaredwraith]

open: m muse: tazi trevino // mid-twenties // drug dealer

"why do you always feel the need to be right?"

[kittywriites]

"When have I ever been wrong?" he retorted, pausing with the joint halfway to his lips. "I mean about like, important shit."

[bruiscdthighs]

claire tried and failed to hold back a smile. people usually said that drunk words were sober thoughts but she tried to take everything that came after liquor with a grain of salt. it was easier that way. but hard to do with this much liquor in her system. her hangover was going to be monstrous. the smile was self-deprecating, too... simpler to deflect than to try to digest the compliment. ❝my fifty different shitty dye jobs and home haircuts did it for you? really?❞ claire snorted and pointed at him in accusation, ❝you have shitty taste.❞ it took one to know one. she downed her next shot. it was a terrible idea to try and keep up with jesse but she had been at it for so long that there was no turning back. ❝and i had no idea, just so you know. i'm not a bitch. you were a freak but a cool freak so it would have been cool if i knew you thought i was cool.❞ claire cringed so hard she almost tipped backwards, ❝oh shoot me. please. now.❞

[kittywriites]

Jesse let out a soft laugh as a few memories swirled through his mind, one particularly unfortunate shade of orange standing out among them. He shrugged a shoulder, hands lifting defenselessly. "Listen, I thought you were so damn hot, it didn't even matter. But I mean, you're talking to the guy who showed up to freshman year with a green mohawk, so..." He trailed off with a laugh, reaching for his beer bottle. He took a swig and couldn't help the way his brows raised at the new information. She'd been into him? "Well, y'know — " he made an exaggerated show of leaning back against the bar, putting himself on display. "I'm actually even cooler now, so — " he gestured to himself with a ridiculous waggle of his eyebrows. "If you've got any teenage fantasies you need help bringing to life, don't let me stop you." he winked before his face broke into a teasing grin.

[jolenegifs]

JENNA ORTEGA via IG

[meravigliarosso]

CHASE INFINITI 98th Academy Awards

[velvetframee]

EUPHORIA | season 5, episode 2 america my dream

[ad0rati0ns]

archie already regretted coming to this side of town. he looked back towards the door, wondering if he should just slip inside and find a random person to hook up with. it wouldn't be that hard. he knew he was a good looking guy. there was something so irritating about everything that dex, from the way that he smirked, smoked, and looked. he narrowed his eyes as he glared at the other. "fuck this," archie said, flicking his unlit cigarette away. he leaned against the alley wall, running a hand through his thick hair. "don't make me say it," he mutters, shaking his head.

[kittywriites]

A cocky little chuckle rumbled from Dex's lips. He brought the cigarette up for one last drag before flicking it in the same direction Archie had tossed his, smirk still firmly in place as he exhaled the smoke and crossed the alley in a couple short steps. "What's the matter, Archie? Feelin' shy tonight?" he asked, body crowding Archie's while one hand lifted to plant against the brick next to his head. Dex leaned, lips nearly brushing the other man's ear as he spoke in a low, inviting rumble. "Too shy to tell me you came all the way across town to some shitty dive bar, hopin' I'd be here — 'cause you were sittin' at home thinkin' about my cock?" He pulled back just enough to catch the other's gaze, his own already dark with desire as it flitted down to Archie's lips. "That about right, pretty boy?"

[kittywriites]

— closed ;; @choosingt3xas — based ;; x

"Yeah, that's all of it." Jesse nodded, sliding the bag towards her on the coffee table. "And uh — listen, I'm gonna give you my buddy's number. He can get you whatever you need from now on, alright?"

[honeyvce]

“nah, i gave up selling you on my personality a long time ago.” blake's laugh came low and easy as he finally set the guitar aside, dark eyes following her approach with entirely too much interest. when her knee brushed the inside of his thigh, one brow lifted. trouble. always trouble. “doomed, huh?” he echoed, amused. “that's one way to put it.” before she could retreat or continue her little drive-by flirtation, his hand wrapped around the back of her leg and gave a firm tug. suddenly the distance disappeared. jasmine stumbled forward with a startled laugh, leaving her with little choice but to land right in his lap. blake settled back against the couch like that had been the plan all along, one arm draped lazily across the back cushions behind her. “there.” satisfaction flickered across his face as he looked up at her. “much better.” his thumb traced an absentminded path against her knee before his grin returned. “you spend half your time disappearing on me. figured i'd save us both some time and keep you in one place for a minute.”

[kittywriites]

An uncharacteristically girlish giggle escaped her when she was suddenly tugged down onto his lap. Thighs spread on instinct to allow his hips to slot between them with a comfortable familiarity, panties pressed flush against the denim of his zipper as her hands found a home on his chest. Her skirt hiked up with the action, his delicate touch on her skin causing goosebumps to pepper her flesh. A wicked little smile tugged at her lips, and she none too subtly rolled her hips down against his. "Aww," she cooed. A hand slid up his collar, one perfectly manicured nail dragging along the angle of his jaw to turn his face up to hers. She leaned in, but stopped just short of kissing him. "Is that your way of saying you've missed me?" she asked. Her tone dripped with a teasing sarcasm, but her gaze was soft as it flitted over his face, bordering on affectionate and betraying the words she would likely never say aloud: she'd missed him too.

[pinkliqht]

brows furrowed, as if she were confused by his anger. she was doing to for him, for them. could he not see that? " but she's still alive. " tone almost sounded disappointed with that fact. she barely flinched at the contact to the wall so close to her head. attention was solely on him. " she was getting in my way, our way. i was doing this for us, why can't you see that? she wanted you and you expect me to sit around and let her think she even stands a chance? "

[kittywriites]

There was heat burning through his veins, and while anger was definitely at the forefront of it, there was something else simmering beneath the surface. A different, deeper sort of fire that only seemed to intensify as he glared down into her dark, devoted doe eyes. It settled low beneath his belt with a familiar stir that he adamantly ignored. "What Mallory and I are is none of your goddamn business!" What they were was broken up, but Neva was right. Mal had been coming back around, putting out feelers about starting up again. The girl had no idea that was the reason she was currently laid up in the hospital with her car totaled. A fresh wave of anger surged through him at the thought and the grip around her throat tightened, craning her neck back to keep his gaze locked on hers as he stepped closer until his body crowded hers against the wall. His cock twitched at the feel of her pulse thrumming beneath his thumb. Micah's jaw clenched, shaky breath mixing with hers when he spoke in a low, steely voice. "You're not going to pull another stunt like that again. You're going to stay the fuck away from Mallory. You're not going to follow her, you're not going to talk to her, you're not even going to think about her." His tone left little room for argument, but he raised an expectant brow. "Am I clear?"

[ad0rati0ns]

at least archie had the sense to look annoyed that dex was there, even though he's exactly where archie thought he'd be. his usual charming smile morphs into a frown. he didn't satisfy him with an answer, just the usual disgusted look at the nickname. "don't cream your pants, i just need a light," he murmured, stepping closer to the other, an unlit cigarette in between his teeth. archie didn't smoke much, hardly ever, actually. "so are you going to give it to me or not?" he asked, wiggling the cigarette between his teeth, though there was a clear double meaning to his words.

[kittywriites]

He fucking knew it. Dex hid his smug eager smirk behind his hand as he took a long, slow drag, blue eyes appraising the other. He'd absolutely planned on getting laid tonight, but Archie's arrival was one hell of a pleasant surprise — not that the blonde would ever say those words out loud. He reached into his back pocket for his zippo, flicking it open as his hungry gaze finally dragged back up to meet Archie's. "Yeah, I'll give it to ya." he answered in a low voice, smoke curling from his lips as he clicked the lighter shut. He raised an expectant brow and shrugged one shoulder. "Soon as you admit what you're really hopin' to get."

[wesandresons]

SHAWN HATOSY as TITUS DANFORTH READY OR NOT 2: HERE I COME (2026) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett

[dvstancia]

the feeling that settled in bryson's chest at the sight of his shirt hiking up her thighs wasn't something he could easily put a name to. it wasn't lust—not entirely. it was softer than that. warmer. she actually looked like she belonged there. "oh, it definitely looks better on you." his tongue swept across his bottom lip as he pushed away from the doorway and made his way into the kitchen. resting his forearms against the counter, he tipped his head back to look at her. "now tell me," he began, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "did you make that coffee for two, or am I just here to be stolen from?"

[kittywriites]

The way he was looking at her was dangerous. Perhaps not in itself, but certainly when paired with the way it made her skin warm and her pulse quicken. After all, Wendy adored being adored. "Ah, well, I've already raided the jewels and valuables, but I suppose I could be persuaded to share the caffeine," Her hands moved to rest against the counter, leaning back as her eyes appraised him with obvious approval. She tilted her head, lips curled into a teasing smile. "If you play your cards right."

[kittywriites]

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