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#𝑷𝑶1𝑺0𝑵𝑺 . a selective 𝐃𝐃𝐃𝐍𝐄 / 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐎 friendly blog . as poisoned by 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗺 , 25+ , she / her . please read my rules below for further information ! 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟭 𝗱𝗻𝗶 .
𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀 . 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 . 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀. 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘀 . 𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 . 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 .
there had been a time, a long time ago, before she knew of oliver better than she does now, when isabelle, young and bright-eyed, used to think, no — dream about his gaze lingering on her. that felt like lifetimes ago, before people started whispering, before her friends started gossiping and giggling and falling over themselves in an attempt to get his attention, however brief it might have been. she was cursed, they said between giggles and gazes that failed to be sympathetic, with being the best friend's little sister. still, that same girl lived inside her, and while she didn't harbor a crush anymore, isabelle still found herself wanting. to prove, at least, that he should take her seriously now that she got to sit among them, pleasant voice and smile drawing attention easily.
she did not expect it to be like this. isabelle felt her face warm — though if it was anger, desire, or shame, she couldn't tell. she made an effort to ignore him, turned to the person across from her and brushed a delicate braid over her shoulder as she leaned in, engaged in a conversation she did not care for. her knees pressed together, and she didn't spare oli a glance as her nails dug into the back of his hand where it rested on the inside of her thigh. warm enough to make her flush. broad, like he was trying to stake claim. she hated it, hated the way she had to suppress a shudder as his voice cascaded down her body just as his fingers brushed down the front of her panties, teasing the lace there. hated how calm he looked. she refused to give him a reaction.
the conversation flew easily , her brother had caught his attention from across the table and started sharing war stories of past business endeavors together — meanwhile , his fingers danced across the front of her panties , putting a little more pressure down with every pass . oli didn't mind her nails digging into him , or the clench of her thighs ... in fact , he kind of enjoyed it . that she wasn't as pliant as some of the other girls he was used to ; just happy to sit beside him , willing to do whatever he wanted . this was more engaging , this was more stimulating for him . but he held steadfast in his efforts , laughter across the table , excitement from people telling stories , isabelle looking at everybody other than him . as his fingers worked against her , putting pressure but keeping a slow pace , he felt the coolness of her wetness build on the material .
there was a stirring in his own pants , a half - adjustment with his free hand as he leaned forward slightly on the table . there was a break in any direct conversation with him then , and he took the chance to look over at her , even if she was engaged in another conversation . oliver watched her face , her breathing , as he slowly moved the fabric of her panties to the side , fingers now fully present with her folds . there was a hint ( barely there ! ) of a smile on his face as he acted like he wanted to be involved in her encounters . " what are you talking about ? " he asked , tone light but non - committal . his head tilts slightly just to give more brevity behind his words , as if he even gives a fuck what mundanity she's involved in while his fingers tease the skin around her entrance .
ᯓ ★ ˎ ˊ ˗ replies are coming soon ! i only have muse for a few threads right now + i've been working overtime , but i'll be on for the 3 day weekend <3 ⁀➴
“got it. sounds reasonable. not doing it out in the open. with the cameras and—“ oh, man. too much talking. sounding like a moronic college student again. with that nina placed money for the items on the counter, waited until he put them in a bag, and walked towards the employees only door. she barely made it there before bumping right into one of the shelves, stopping herself from knocking it over. taking a deep breath, she peeked over her shoulder at him with an awkward half grin and disappeared through the door. “i love my life.” nina whispered to herself bitterly, leaning against the wall of the back hallway.
rivers watched as she went into the back — well , watched as she stumbled her way into the back , really . there was an upturn of his lips at her before she disappeared . his grip returned to the lip of the counter , his head hanging for a second because ... how the hell was he going to turn this 10 minute deal into something much longer ? fingers pressed the emergency door lock , originally intended for criminals , but it couldn't be opened until he released it again — he couldn't take any chances . homme fumbled around to find that makeshift sign , knowing that in their town , he'd be shocked if more than two people came by each hour . he'd just have to pray that god was in his favor today . with the door locked , the shitty sign up , his intentions now set on the girl in the back room , waiting to buy his drugs . rivers slipped past the employee door swiftly — and for added measure ( absentmindedly ) locked it behind him . can never be too careful ! eyes lock to hers , a thrumming of his heart , adrenaline beginning to rise . " so , " he started , finally walking in the room and over to his backpack all the way in the corner under a desk . " what are you looking for ? "
the news had been handed to them earlier in the day : the voice of god requests to see you at sundown . cairo never got to see people's reactions to his messages , only ever when they knocked at his door at the marked time . apprehension , mostly , crowded people's features , but an underlying level of excitement to be specifically chosen to spend ... time with him . this night , however , was different . there was something about the other that intrigued him , something he couldn't quite name . and for somebody like cairo , somebody in his position , being intriguing was not an attribute one wanted to have .
cruel , manipulating , domineering were a few of the choice words people who managed to escape the cult had for him . they were kinder in their descriptions , he thought , than they should've been . cairo's eyes were stationed on the clock , the seconds ticked down until a definitive knock echoed on his door . " enter , " he gave , voice tight as it rang out in his chambers . the threshold opened wide , their presence the only thing in front of him , as he nodded his head for them to step further into the room . he sat back in his chair , eyes never leaving them , as the door finally closed . " come , " cairo ordered , a nod to the empty space beside his desk , beside where he sat .
setting : your muse ( m , w , nb ) was called to cairo's private quarters for the first time since joining . nobody ever talks about what happens in his private quarters , but it's a well known secret . cairo wants something from them and nobody seems to walk away unscathed . they might wholeheartedly believe in his teachings , or they know he's full of shit and entered the cult for some other reason .
muse : cairo bakari ( 35 - 39 ) is a cult leader — starting out as a traditional catholic priest , but began to experience some sort of religious psychosis where he felt he was too powerful to remain under the rigid confines of catholicism . he tells people that god speaks to him , therefore being ' the voice of god ' but uses it to get people to do whatever he wants . ( he doesn't actually think god is speaking to him , but wanted a way to carry out his wicked deeds . )
relationship : non - taboo — any sort of cult member ( either new convert or brought into it by parents / significant others years ago ) , somebody ' undercover ' to get information on the cult , etc . taboo — ( preferably younger ! ) sibling ( step , half , full ) , cousin , niece / nephew , etc .
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drew couldn't have said how long he'd been watching her for. she'd first noticed a few weeks ago... it was weird but it could be worse. she started keeping track of when he came and went and where he stood. he obviously favoured anywhere that gave him a good view through her bedroom window. she could have told someone about it... but after awhile she just wondered if he would ever do anything but look. curiosity was one of the few feelings she understood and processed. it was something that mattered, so she followed it. photos crossed the line, as it turned out. people paid monthly for that kind of thing and drew didn't want anything she hadn't personally approved of getting out. she just... didn't like it. she didn't know anything more than that. maybe if he just got the real thing, he'd get it out of his system, and leave her alone. that was her first thought. not sound logic, at all, but it was doable enough and it was doable in the moment. drew had always been the sort to just 'get it done'. in this case, that meant taking the photos back and maybe a pity flash of her tits. it wouldn't be that much effort. she could manage a handjob too. or part with a pair of panties. before he had time to realize he'd been spotted and run off, drew threw open her bedroom window. her stare was unfeeling and unwavering, locked on where he stood below, "are you coming up or what?"
alex wasn't entirely sure how long he'd kept it up . the following , the stalking , the staying up all night just to get one more chance to look at her . it was sad , really , for the poor guy who could actually meet people and create genuine connections with them if he didn't hole himself up in his room 24 / 7 ( that was , without saying , aside from when he's actively watching somebody through their window . ) which he was that night — most nights ... every night — and he wasn't especially hidden as well as he was in the beginning . it'd been weeks at this point , the escalation from a few glances of her in secret , to being completely stationed outside , to now feeling the overwhelming need to take photos so he could look at them later . because he'd have to go home eventually , right ? and he couldn't watch her from home , so naturally digital evidence was the next best thing !
careful eyes trained on her figure , calm inside her room , resting , or scrolling on her phone , or doing whatever it was she did . it was instant , he thought , from her staying in one place before her hands were on her window , lifting it up , and her voice was out in the open air . alex had always heard the term ' my body took a screenshot ' when it came to being shocked or scared about something , but he never thought it'd happen to him . it was like every thought and feeling evaporated from him , his eyes connecting with hers . she was actually ... looking at him . and it was a few heavy seconds , his heart pounding and his head fuzzy , before the reality set in . he tilted his head slightly sideways , just looking at her . she didn't seem scared . not frightened or unsure , either . it was just ... different .
and alessandro was used to being the different one . so this was out of his element . still — how many times had he imagined this ? imagined meeting her in real life , organically , or in some twisted dream - like version where she was so desperate for him it was painful . it always woke him up angry , irritated , mad at the world — at her . he wasn't sure how much time had passed between her words and his actions , but there was that obsession in his brain , propelling him forward . alex didn't speak in response , he rarely did to anybody about anything , but instead took the invitation and made his way up to her window . his eyes stationed on her every time he wasn't watching where he was going , one leg swinging in with a hop , head and shoulders , then the other leg , before he was standing upright . in her room . in front of her .
ok but a plot where one is a criminal that’s on the run from the police, and they stumble across this practically empty motel that’s in the middle of nowhere, and they think, hey, perfect place to hide out for a few weeks until the manhunt dies down. the motel is run by a married couple, and their sheltered, somewhat naive child – well, actually they’re an adult by now, but they’ve never left their small town, had a job outside the motel, or been anywhere, and their parents still treat them like a kid. the criminal checks in, of course not mentioning why they’re here, and the owners’ kid is fascinated by their guest – they hardly ever get guests for more than a night at a time, let alone guests who seem to have so many interesting stories and secrets….
nostrils flare , head tilts back as he looks down at her , irritation slowly turning to anger ... which is only one level away from rage . aidan's eyes narrow at her defiance , her inability to listen to his demands . " you need to learn to shut the fuck up , " he tells her harshly — the argument stemming from her unwillingness to follow what he says . his orders . she'd specifically went against what he wanted ... and it was simple , really ! he didn't want her going out , didn't want her hanging out with boys who weren't him , didn't want her anywhere without asking for permission first . it wasn't so hard , was it ? " what's it going to take for you to listen to me ? " aidan's head tilts , his skin hot , his ego bruised , and his lack of control over her was stifling . burning him from the inside out .
— closed starter for : @bruiscdthighs .
Oliver Jackson-Cohen as James Ellis in Surface (1X03)
it was like any other day for her — coming home from class , studying , trying to get a jumpstart on any upcoming homework , and then plan her online videos for her fans ... nuria was finished her school work for the day so the next plausible option was opening her incognito browser , beginning to look over some of the fan messages she's received in her inbox . the door to her room was open ( she'd close it in a second ! ) but she was so engrossed in all the tips she's made since the last time she checked that she hadn't heard them in the threshold .
her computer screen wasn't turned towards them , so it wasn't as though they completely caught her off guard , but there was still a skip in her heart beat as eyes finally saw them out of her peripheral . " oh ! " she gave , a half - smile on her lips as she nonchalantly ( or as close as she could get ) closed her laptop . her hands absentmindedly pushed it away from her on her desk , guilt subconsciously driving her . " didn't notice you were standing there — what's up ? " her body turned in her computer chair , more towards them as her head tilted .
setting : your muse ( m , w , nb ) has found nuria's of page . maybe they've known about it for weeks / months and they've been trying to figure out how to use it against her , maybe it's a new finding and they knew exactly what to do . blackmail ensues for any reason of your choosing ! she's not one to talk a big talk , her reputation ( and her family's reputation , plus her future career ) is everything to her .
muse : nuria moreno ( 21 - 25 ) is an of creator ( real original , i know ) and pre - med student but working on of is one of her best kept secrets — she doesn't want to bring her family shame . she's always mysterious , keeping everything close to her chest even in her day - to - day life .
relationship : non - taboo — best friend , best friends sibling , neighbor , classmate , etc . taboo — sibling ( step , half , full ) , cousin , uncle / aunt , parents best friend , best friends parent , etc .
gwyneth had expected it to be another boring thursday night in. no dinner date, no girl’s night, no plans. only takeout, a mud mask, and quality time with her dog, mouse. finishing the last dish, she reached to turn the faucet off and felt a strong arm coil around her tiny waist from behind. the shrill scream barely left her lips as the intruder's gloved hand firmly pressed over her mouth. she caught a small glimpse of his masked face before her futile struggle against him began, bare feet desperately kicking at his shins and the counter. she realized the more she fought back the tighter his grip became and it was harder to breathe. letting out one last mumble of protest, she quieted down and peeked up at his eyes again. hoping she could reason with him.
it was immediate — the hum of satisfaction that ran through him . adrian's hand on her waist started filtering upwards as feet carried him forward some more , holding her up as he walked towards the counter . now she was pressed between the hard surface in front of her , and the solid body behind her , his hand now fully on her chest , ghosting over her breasts , up to her neck , then back down again . a low sound came from the back of his throat , head still close to her ear as he pressed her further into the counter . " you're going to be good , hm ? " he asked , the hand on her mouth lifting just slightly — as though testing the waters — before being placed back over her lips .
" i'm going to let go of your mouth now , okay ? " he gave her , voice strained , low in tone . " don't scream . " he doesn't want to have to injure her , that's not the point of this , but if it came to it ... adrian would . what's that saying ? it'd hurt him more than it'd hurt her ! her nod came quickly and he did what he said , his hand over her mouth slowly released , coming to rest on her shoulder , his second hand roaming from her chest to her stomach and back up again in slow , methodical movements . adrian instinctively pressed himself against her again , a soft groan coming from behind his mask .
he told himself he wouldn't do this — that whatever sick and twisted desire inside of him would remain there . he'd seen thousands of girls come across front pages , billboards , their headshots placed on his desk , but none had transfixed him as she had . adrian spent weeks awake at night , her face flashing in his mind as he conjured up all the things he would do to her . do for her — because he wants her to receive the same amount of pleasure he got , he wants her to feel as strongly about him as he did her . it was decided . adrian had her information for a few days now , always leaving work early to see when she'd be home . and it was on any other night that he sat across the street , staring into her open windows , that he finally got the overwhelming need to act . he got out of his car quickly , scanning the empty streets as he crossed onto her sidewalk , black ski mask held tightly in his hands as the anticipation for the night to come etched itself into his marrow .
adrian circled around the back , peering in the window to see her there , finishing up the dishes . adrian's breathing was starting to become erratic , he quickly put the ski mask on , another inhale of breath , before his fingers softly grasped the back door . it was always open until she locked it before bed and he knew it was almost that time . the door gently opened , his eyes focused solely on her with her back to him , as he carefully put one foot in front of the other . about ten steps . nine . eight ... adrian continued carefully before he was finally within reach and , frankly , he couldn't wait to get her hands on her any longer — he whipped his arms out , one circling her waist , hauling her back to him in a harsh grip , the other over her mouth to force her to be quiet . his head came up close to her ear , shushing her . " shh , shh ... " he cooed , holding her body tightly against his . " it's gonna be fine , okay ? just do what i say . "
— closed starter for : @chains0flove .
Forcing your knees apart so I can tongue your pretty little exposed cunt while you moan and struggle to get away from my firm, uncomfortable grip and ravenous mouth. You shouldn't be enjoying this. I'm hurting you. Using you. Ignoring your protests and sidelining your comfort to feed my unquenchable hunger. You shouldn't be enjoying this at all. But you can't help grinding your hips back and forth. Your trembling body's involuntary reaction to the pleasure being inflicted upon it against your will. Such a stupid prey animal you are. You can't even stop yourself from enjoying your own violation.
ALYCIA DEBNAM-CAREY attending the Zimmermann Summer Escape, June 3rd 2026
You want to control me. You want all the power to yourself. You do. You always do. Look at me, Grace. Grace, look at me! I want you to see this, Grace. I want you to see this! Grace! I want you to see who I am. I want you to see that I am not a man who can be controlled. You mentioned the rules. There's nothing in the rules about killing a family member. SHAWN HATOSY as TITUS DANFORTH in READY OR NOT 2: HERE I COME (2026) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett
ᯓ ★ ˎ ˊ ˗ okay ... walk with me here ... stalker / kidnapper / robber turning the victim into a compliant , willing participant by the middle / end ... ⁀➴
ᯓ ★ ˎ ˊ ˗ i have so many messages in my dms right now , i'm going to try my best to reply back so i apologize if i keep you waiting ! ⁀➴