try as i may

to love what fits in my hand, i don't.

[ncvitiates]

ncvitiates: you were born to hold my cannonball brain, like the lord holds the moon.

[lestatdelioncuort]

Sam Reid @ The Vampire Lestat x Palomo event in Madrid (x)

[tipsys]

closed for : @ncvitiates ( cont. )

it's arguably pathetic just how much the idea of helping guide gus in the act of self-pleasure allures him. sure, it might not be as directly pleasurable for him as being the one to do it, but the end result was still making gus feel good. so, whether it was by oz's hand or his own, it would be a win for their relationship merely because it happened, let alone because of the fact that he was allowed in the room with him at the same time. "oh, uh, yeah---" pulls himself back to reality, a redness to his cheeks as the brunet realizes a few seconds had passed in which he was just thinking about the other a little too hard. but in his defense he was hard. "it's kind of really hot. in my opinion at least... it's intimate but gives you room to explore yourself? like i can guide you but ultimately it's your body, gus, so you can chase the feeling whatever way you want."

[ncvitiates]

letting people help him was not a skill that gus had ever trained, namely because in the eyes of people like his father, people who were essentially god to him, needing help from another was a sign of weakness and would surely get you killed. he wasn't in the woods anymore though and his father was dead, maybe letting his gospel die with him was a good idea so it didn't continue to haunt him and his brother's lives. "it's hot?" that made him feel a little better, it handed some control back over to him and warmed his insides in that unfamiliar way. he had never had to think of himself in terms of his attractiveness, nor did he really know what to do with oz's attraction to him but he did like the attention, even if it was scary to admit. after a long moment of silence, gus straightened up, puffing his chest out a little as he gave a little shrug. "fine, we can do that." as casual as he tried to sound, he could not disguise the flush to his cheeks or his avoidant gaze behind nonchalance.

[gaysie]

does anyone know if it’s okay to want things or let yourself have them

[blcssom]

it had been clear from their first encounter to calvin that helena would be a unique client. they often spent the first hour or so of their time together simply talking— or, rather, she spoke and he listened. sometimes a rapt audience, other times just a sounding board for her thoughts. she felt.... distant. not just from him, but from people altogether "mm, i don't know if insecure is right. maybe more defensive? emasculated is a good word...." he spent just a few more moments thinking about it before he straightened in his chair, a gentle smile offered as a means of apology for both interrupting her story and letting his mind wander from it in the first place. "is there anything that big brain of yours can't find a logical solution for?" his arm extended to her as a means of invitation, his other hand patting his lap as means of invitation.

[ncvitiates]

considering she was paying for his company, lenny should have been more stern with the time she let calvin waste. blatantly not listening to her when she spoke or derailing her in favour of talking about what he wanted would have been enough cause for anyone else to find someone better suited for what they wanted but frankly, she was happy enough with him just existing in the same space as her. she wasn't fussy, money wasn't as important to her as it should have been and her soft spot for his dim-witted ways left it easy to forgive him. with a shy smile, she got up from her place sat on the armchair opposite him and gladly took up his offered lap, perching herself down politely with one arm wrapped around his shoulders. "oh, there's plenty. i like your puzzles though, you help me think in a different way." a softer kind of logic, dumbed down a little to make sure calvin was still following but not out of pity. she was so tired of people who claimed their intelligence to be the most important thing in the world, it was a good change of pace to be around someone who took things less seriously, who knew other ways to live. "how're you feeling about the shoot? nervous?"

[sophsknight]

what do you mean the princess’s children resemble me? that is absurd and nothing but a coincidence. i am her sworn protector and nothing else. i spend my nights in her chambers only to guard her. speak once more against the princess’s virtue and i will see you beheaded at once for treason.

[dinah-lance]

Samara Weaving attends the Los Angeles premiere of Magnolia Pictures' "Carolina Caroline" at Vidiots on May 28, 2026 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Michael Tullberg/Getty Images)

[blcssom]

it was almost uncanny, the way novalie— typically with her head in the clouds, eyes wandering, and thoughts all a jumbled mess that hardly ever came out the way she wanted them to— became singularly focused when it came to her work. hands danced across the page where she was making a rough sketch of their profile, inspiration drawing delicately shaped brows together in rapt concentration until a movement from her subject seemed to break the spell altogether. "ah-ah, i said—" her tone was deceptively sweet as manicured fingertips flew out to grip their chin tightly, talons poised against soft skin as a veiled threat as she re-positioned them. "i really need you to sit still, baby! it'll just take that much longer otherwise... and didn't you promise to be a good model for me?"

closed for @ncvitiates ft. novalie 'nova' presley / unhinged pottery freak / bisexual

[ncvitiates]

someone was going to come looking for him eventually. how could they not? the lead singer of the band about to set off on their first world tour had disappeared into thin air, vanished into smoke after going out to pick up a fresh pack of cigarettes like some kind of magician— gone without a trace. mik had been told he was pretty his entire life, getting complimented by strangers was as commonplace as breathing but now it felt more like a curse than a blessing. nova's focus on him was intimidating, surprisingly so from someone who looked so sweet. if she had the capability to steal him off the street before he could understand what was happening, what else was she capable of? "sorry..." mik's apology came out as a timid squeak, and he was quick to try and clear his throat. he had promised that, but only because he didn't want to face whatever the fuck she was going to do if he didn't play along. "i just— i really have somewhere i've gotta be..." for a wannabe rockstar, he was meek and scared of conflict, especially when it felt as though his life were at risk.

[ozempicofficial]

[fawnrust]

in a more perfect world, or perhaps just a less judgmental town, mj would've been able to walk down the street hand in hand with shepherd without fearing the impact it would have on her relationships to those closest to her. she hadn't been physically attracted to him at first glance, breezing right by him on her way to a booth without much consideration at all— it was only when he'd appeared before her with a complimentary milkshake that she really gave him a closer look, noticing how sparkly his eyes seemed when he wasn't dodging eye contact, his generosity and apparent nervousness immediately endearing. her friends didn't see him the way she did, and she knew for a fact her mother wouldn't be pleased with his profession, but for now she was more than happy to engage in a secret tryst just to be with him. it was late enough that the air had sufficiently cooled to stave off the stifling humidity of the day, though mj could still feel the prickling of sweat beginning to gather between her breasts as she hung halfway out the window hooting and hollering all the way down the road to their destination. they pulled up to the (thankfully) empty lookout spot with a clunky groan from shepherd's old beater of a car, and mj popped back inside the car once again, this time rolling up the window and turning to him with a giddy grin stretching across her cheeks. "thanks for the milkshake... fries too," she gushed, reaching out to toy with a lock of his hair. "do you treat all the girls you bring up here this nice?"

[ncvitiates]

"the— the girls?" shepherd scoffed in bemusement, flashing a set of slightly crooked teeth as he barked out a little laugh. he couldn't say for certain if mj was messing with him or not but even as a joke, the idea that he was able to bring even one girl up to the lookout, let alone a harem of them was ridiculous. mj was the first girl to show a genuine interest in him, it had been prompted by his insistence on giving her free food but she could have very easily taken his generosity and left him in the dust. she hadn't though, her repeated returns to the diner could have been because she really liked their food but even shepherd wasn't delusional enough to think they had the best burgers in town, she really must have been coming back to see him of all people. "no— no way, mj. you're the only one." he wanted to melt back against the old leather seat the moment she began to toy with his hair but he forced back that girlish desire and instead sat up a little straighter in an attempt to look more in control of himself. the temptation to peak back down between her thighs was strong and one he only barely resisted, namely because he hoped with the way things were going, she was going to allow him a real look. "the only girl i've taken up here, i mean. i wanted to do something special for you, y'know? cause you're special."

[ugh-finneee]

head empty, no thoughts, just need to hold a vibrator to a sweet subby boy's hard cock, just under the tip where he's most sensitive until he's shaking and whimpering and begging me to stopstopstop (but if i pull away he begs me for more). he's twitching and leaking and his breath keeps hitching, but every time he gets too close i pull away and let him hump the air a bit until he's calmed down so i can go again

[saetiate]

your knight carefully checking your body to make sure no one has touched or harmed you, paying extra special attention as they spread your legs to make sure your sanctity is still in place and inspecting you thoroughly

[blcssom]

there wasn't much she liked about her father's regular court soirees, but erika couldn't deny the appeal of so many loose lips gathered in one room. it had been her duty for as long as she could remember, attending parties and weaving through shadows to collect information that might have been useful to her father. her soft features lulled others into a false sense of security, certain that such a pretty thing could not understand much less retain their confidential matters. zeroing in on an acceptable target, she watched them pluck a glass off of a nearby waitstaff's tray before gracefully forcing her way into their line of sight. "oh, i wouldn't if i were you—" she interjected coolly, head motioning to the drink in hand. "not unless you're looking to bring an early end to your evening. my eldest brother's specialty: most make it to the floor before they make it to the bottom of their first glass."

closed for @ncvitiates ft. erika liu / detached, entitled, bored fae princess / bisexual

[ncvitiates]

erika floated into eion's line of vision like cherry blossom petals floating in the wind. had he not been caught up in his own thoughts he might have seen her more aggressive approach to engaging him in a conversation but as she began to speak, his daydreams were blown away and he was met with her pretty visage, ignorant to any alternative motives lingering beneath the surface. "is that so?" for the first time that night, a smile found its way onto eion's face, yet he did not place the glass down to be forgotten. "forgive me for saying so, but an early night does not sound so terrible to me. it is a beautiful celebration, but perhaps i am not in a festive mood." his father, while powerful, was not a pleasant man and his plan to send eion away to the neighbouring kingdoms in search of a bride was going just as well as the prince had assumed it would. no one wanted part of the melchior dynasty, meaning eion had been spending most of the parties he had wormed his way into occupying dark corners, wishing for the comfort of his home and the warm bodies of his concubines. realising how ungrateful he sounded, eion shook his head with a bashful smile and turned his face down to avoid meeting any judgement in her eyes. "i must sound brattish, i apologise for burdening you with my troubles. are you enjoying yourself?"

[ohmovie]

ALIEN: EARTH 2025 – │1.04 "Observation"

[steskniona]

[ncvitiates]

closed: @fawnrust based: while on the clock at work, arlo has been writing graphic smutty stories to post on his blog, all about his fascination with older, dominant women and with obvious inspiration drawn from his boss, fern. unaware that she has been alerted to his troubling interest history, arlo gets called to her office to discuss his behaviour. who: arlo luna, twenty-one, heterosexual, psychology student/intern, submissive.

the latest story he had posted on his blog, a short piece about a guy who was getting off on being taken advantage of by his boss at the legal firm he worked at was not autobiographical as some people in the comments assumed it was. there was a lot of detail paid to specific things, little touches that felt too particular to be pulled out of thin air but no, as much as arlo believed the things he wrote about were real, it was all just a fantasy that kept him going. no one would understand if he tried to explain it to them, why writing such verbose filth made him feel better about himself but it did. he liked to retreat to a world of safety when things got stressful, one where someone could take control and autonomy away from him and instead tell him what he needed to do. it was a little while after his lunch break, which he had spent checking the comments on his post while eating the pathetic excuse for a sandwich he'd brought from home, when he was called into fern's office. it didn't occur to him that it might have something to do with his inappropriate activities at work, people got called to her office all the time, usually to be scolded for a lack of efficiency but arlo was unnaturally confident that he was good at his job and didn't need such reprimanding. "you wanted to see me, miss caruso?" he asked from his place in her doorway, head and shoulders poking out from behind the door. it wasn't often that he got the opportunity to talk to her, a little fish like him was at the bottom of the corporate food chain but he cherished every second they did spend together. "can i help you with something?"

[ladiesofcinema]

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