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yall, i finally watched obsession yesterday (bc i'm broke and it's finally streaming for free) and....WOW. i am SHOOKETH. i think this is like, the one horror movie that's come out in like the last few years that actually deserved the hype it got????
Carving my name inside a little heart below your tummy, I'll lick the blood off the bruise, you taste so sweet little one, I did this so you always know who you belong to even when you touch yourself, this is how much I love you, you're mine and mine only.
YES HI im still here, just been spending time with my new niece and also tryna knock some things off my tbr. I should be getting to things this weekend! 😘
getting all hot and heavy with him in a corner booth at the club or on the couch at a house party, and he’s trying to convince you to cockwarm him right there. he’s got his hand on the back of yours, pressing your palm into his crotch to show you how hard you’ve made him, all the while talking all low in your ear. “need to feel you so bad. i can’t wait. just sit on it, baby. come on, nobody will notice.”
Steve Harrington serving looks in Stranger Things season 5
THE OC (2003-2007) — 1.02, “The Model Home”
— HI, CUTIES ;; i'm around for the evening and feelin' froggy, so give this a like for a one-ish liner based on something from your wishlist !!!
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LUPITA NYONG'O attending the world premiere of "The Odyssey" (July 06, 2026)
I should be placing small soft bites on your legs as I make my way up your pussy.
TOM HOLLAND as Peter Parker SPIDER-MAN: BRAND NEW DAY (2026)
as a trans man, any time I see someone who excludes cis men but not trans men, it feels like a slap in the face. you’re essentially telling trans men that they are not men.
That is not my intent AT ALL, but I am so sorry, as I can see exactly how it can sound that way.
My problem is likely not even with cis men, but straight ones. I have just never had an issue with any trans men, irl or online, and so when the third straight cis creep hopped into my DMs to be rapey and weird, I reacted and immediately posted without thinking about how my words could sound. I could and should have worded it differently, you’re right.
Again, I am sorry that’s how it came off, because that wasn’t my intention at all, but I know impact overrules intent. The literal last thing I want to do is alienate or disrespect my trans brothers and sisters, so I appreciate the perspective that even something I think may be complimentary is actually exclusionary. Thank you for pointing it out to me, I will absolutely be more thoughtful with my words.
“Very well,” she said after a moment. She had nothing else to say; all her concerns ( if they could be called that ) had been covered in a very no-nonsense manner. Her tongue darted out, tasting the lingering bitterness of the whiskey on her lips. A tilt of her head sent hair tumbling down her shoulder before she stood from her chair in a graceful movement. Her neck rolled this way and that, like she was trying to release some tension from her shoulders as she started walking around the room slowly — curious, in her own way, about the space and the man inside it. What secrets did he keep within reach, if she knew where to look? How far would he let her go? Would he stop her if she tried to run? A glance over her shoulder while she pretended to study a collection of books gave her pause as her the pad of a finger ghosted over the edge of a shelf. He looked strong, shoulders sturdy in a way that betrayed the muscles under his clothes; he wouldn't struggle holding her down. The thought had warmth pooling in her stomach almost immediately. “So you'll leave me alone most of the time but I'm not allowed to fuck anyone else…” Alana trailed off, the corners of her lips twitching up as she turned to face him again. She mirrored his pose, leaning against the bookshelf behind her, an arm wrapped around her torso as her eyes glimmered with something akin to mischief. She loved to tease, to push buttons, to test the give of other people's patience with her. “Dominic,” as she pushed herself off, making her way across to him, Alana let her expression melt into one of mock disappointment. His gaze raked down her body. She could almost feel the weight of it on her skin. “You won't leave me wanting, will you?”
His brow raised in slight surprise, half expecting some sort of argument just for the sake of it. Maybe she realized what sort of position she was in and how limited her options truly were. He watched with interest as she perused his office — not unlike a cat inspecting it's new surroundings. Dom smirked, but decided not to share the joke. His gaze trailed over the woman, just as shameless now in his appreciation as he'd been earlier. Silky golden waves ( that he could already picture twisting around his fingers ) drew his gaze to the delicate arch of her back, down to the jeans that hugged her ass and thighs just right. He could already envision how perfectly she would fit in his hands — maybe while he held her up against that very bookshelf. It wasn't until she spoke that Dom begrudgingly and shamelessly dragged his appreciative gaze back up her body to meet her eye. That mischievous glint he found made him smirk, teeth dragging over his bottom lip. Fuck, this was going to be fun, wasn't it? "Alana," he mocked her tone, brow quirked in interest as she approached him. He swore to Christ, if he were a lesser man, he'd already have her bent over this fucking desk. A short, almost imperceptible chuckle escaped at her question. Dominic stood up straight and took a step towards her to close what little gap remain between them. His gaze was locked on hers now. "Sweetheart," he murmured, voice low and inviting, as a hand lifted toward her hip. He allowed one fingertip to brush along the sliver of skin visible between her jeans and top. "You can have anything you want in this house." His teasing touch dragged from her hip to stop above the button on her jeans as he leaned in, nose brushing her cheek as he moved to whisper in her ear. "All you gotta do is say 'please'." He lingered for a moment and then pulled back to flash her a cocky grin before moving to step around her — and maybe letting one hand reach down to give her ass a playful swat. "Come on, I'll show you where your bedroom is." he offered as he pulled the door open, looking back at her with that same smug smirk.
I swear yall, I am THIS 🤏🏻 CLOSE to making a rule that I don’t rp with cis straight men. bc every time I see one in the tags or one reaches out to me, it’s always the most predatory, rapey, “I only play violent dom males against females”, power hungry creepfucks. Can yall just keep jacking off to porn in your mom’s basement and leave the rest of us ( who actually want to write and not just live out rape fantasies ) the fuck alone???🤨
Had this been a normal moment between them, Raya would have swooned at the compliment with ease. Her cheeks would have flared a bright pink color and the giggle that was likely to have escaped her would have been giddy in nature. But right now there was none of that. Perhaps a twitch at the corner of her mouth as he took a step back and her heartrate began to slow, but that was it. Cue another nod then in understanding and a shaky breath as she tried to collect herself. Just because he didn't have to hurt anyone, didn't mean that he never had. And she clocked the difference in wording before trying to push it from her mind. Raya knew Jesse. Perhaps not as well as she had originally thought merely an hour prior, but she did know his heart. He was good. Down at his core, and she was so sure that he couldn't just fake it that much enough to fool her.
At his request to sit, she nodded again slightly and with great hesitance, she pulled herself from the door and slowly crossed over to the couch in question before sitting gingerly at the edge of the cushion. She wasn't ready to get comfortable just yet, especially as she voiced her first of many questions. He said he'd be honest right? Time to test it. "Have you ever ... you know .... - with me?" Her mind wracked itself into circles to think of any and all vampire lore that she could. Twilight. The Vampire Diaries. Anything and everything for answers, and the one that kept popping up was that vampires could sometimes - even in only in fiction, where she thought they had solely belonged - mind control their victims into never knowing when they were bit. And in a flash she remembered all the times he had kissed upon her neck with great intention. At the time it had felt intimate and sexy, but now? Now she had to ask if there was ulterior motives. "Would I even know?"
He watched her move to the couch, waiting until she was seated and comfortable ( or in this case, just seated ) before he moved to sit adjacent to her in the big, lumpy armchair. Jesse felt like he was trying to corral a kitten without spooking it. But he could hear her heart slowing some, and she was staying to hear him out. That was a hell of a win. However, the victory felt short lived when she voiced her first question. So they were diving right into the deep end. Fuck. Jesse's eyes cast down guiltily as he let out a low breath before he pointedly answered her second question first. "Well, we have this sort of...Jedi mind trick thing we can do? At least, that's what I call it." he began with a slight shrug. "We can make people think things, and do things, and...yeah, forget things." he nodded, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, hands wringing nervously in front of him. "And that night we met and I brought you back here — after you already wanted me, after we were already hooking up — " he stressed that point emphatically. He'd never used his little skill to get a girl into bed or actually convince her to do anything. " — I made you remember some things...a little differently." One thing. The memory he knew she had, of his head between her thighs while he coaxed her to yet another orgasm with his tongue and fingers, wasn't the entire truth. "But I — I didn't know that you and I were gonna be — this!" he gestured between the pair. "I didn't know we were gonna matter so much, so I didn't think it would matter. And then we just, I dunno, clicked or whatever, and I knew the smart thing was to stay away from you, but...I couldn't." he admitted softly, shoulders lifting defenselessly. "I liked you too much. I wanted you too much." he murmured shamefully, eyes casting down to the floor between them.
Ironically, Georgia had already frozen before the male told her to. Hazel, almond shaped eyes widened and the girl nodded slowly, lips parting to let out a breathy and desperate sigh. "I-I'm not, I'm not moving." She breathed out. "I missed the last bus home, I-" Georgia felt like she had the need to explain what the fuck she was doing out here at this time. "I was out with friends, all I'm doing is walking home." Her heart pounded in her chest, watery eyes glancing from the lifeless body back up to the handsome male in front of her. "I'm sorry, sir - I won't be a problem. I promise, I just want to take a shower and get to bed. Please just let me walk home." Her hands moved to gently toss her hand bag on the floor. "Take my phone, my wallet - everything's in there."
Oh, for fuck's sake. Dom felt the irritation ripple through him as the girl let out a string of panicked excuses. Any thought that she may have been somehow connected to the dead rat on the pavement was obliterated pretty quickly — nobody was that good an actress. "Alright, alright, just shut the fuck up!" he snapped with an irritable wave of the gun as he stepped toward her. He needed to think. There was no way he could just fucking let her walk; best case scenario, she kept quiet for a few days before singing like a canary. But Dominic didn't like the alternative either. He had no intention of leaving two bodies in this alley. "Fuck!" he hissed, the realization of his third option sinking in like a bad headache. "Okay. Pick up your shit." the man ordered with another gesture of the barrel to her discarded purse. "I don't give a damn about your wallet, but I'm gonna need that phone, sweetheart. And please don't do anything stupid and make me blow your pretty brains out, alright?" he requested with a raised brow, free hand extended for her cellphone.