Look into his angeleyes One look and you're hypnotised He'll take your heart And you must pay the price
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Look into his angeleyes One look and you're hypnotised He'll take your heart And you must pay the price
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open to ✵ f
muse ✵ amador vélez londoño, residential + commercial architect, aspiring loungewear designer, mid 30s
connection ✵ stay at home girlfriend (no brats please !! the softer/more impressionable, the better ♡)
“ i’m all yours for the weekend, ” he announced, unable to stop his smile from taking over his face. he’d made proclamations like that to her before, only for them to be dismantled by responsibilities. but this time, he truly meant it. strong arms enveloped her waist from behind, pulling her closer within the safety of his kitchen, his body pressing against hers. “ we can finally try that restaurant you keep telling me about, bebecita. ”
She raises an eyebrow at his proclamation, a smile dancing on her lips. Sure Tamsin had heard it all before, but she couldn't help herself from getting her hopes up. She melts against his frame, savoring the feel of his arms around his waist. "Really?" She murmurs as her smile grows, "You can handle the rooftop tapas place I've been dying to go to?"
BABYGIRL (2024) Dir. Halina Reijn
Lack of Sleep Starters!
pronouns and context can be changed as you see fit.
When was the last time you actually got some rest?
Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer.
Look at you! You're spilling coffee.
You have bags, and I'm not talking about the Gucci kind.
Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?
It's 4am. You need sleep.
You're safe here. You can rest now.
I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness.
Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before.
This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep.
I'll carry you to bed if I have to.
Do I need to baby you?
Huh? What? I'm awake, I swear!
You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down.
Go. To. Bed. That's an order.
I made a nest for you. You can sleep in that, if you want.
Can I get an extra pillow / blanket?
Want me to tuck you in, too?
I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved.
open to women 25+ desired connection: something romantic/sexual, let my old man be in his slut era plz
"Honestly I came over to talk to you because I find you very attractive. All cards on the table I'm a healthy, wealthy man who simply is at a point in his life where I have the time and means to just go for what I want. But please be honest if you're taken or not interested. Or if you have a friend who is equally gorgeous and wants an older sugar daddy of sorts, feel free to play matchmaker."
When he'd approached, Tamsin assumed that there was something wrong with the party. The redhead had never been approached by someone who looked as expensive as he did for something personal. Quickfire bursts of surprise, embarrassment, and lust fire behind her eyes as she takes in his offer. "I'm not seeing anyone." She replied carefully, "I'm Tamsin."
"God, you're so fucking gross. I can't believe you just did that for me. You don't have a shred of self respect, do you? I bet I could tell you to do anything and you'd get that little embarassed grin and do it in a heartbeat. You actually like this shit, don't you? That's so fucking pathetic. You're such a nasty pet. Come here, I want you to do that again, but look me in the eyes this time."
it really is a tragedy and a waste that my cunt’s so wet and tight with nobody to take advantage of it. if the world was fair, some cock out there would be nice and warm with me sobbing on it
i badly want to be a personal porn star for someone!!
take pictures of me naked or wearing the sluttiest outfit, video me while you're fucking me hard, capture my teary face while you use my mouth as your fleshlight🩷
Nico chuckled at her matter-of-fact vulgarity, adding, "Lower half it is, then." He began undoing his belt as he walked in. "But if your mouth is so popular, I'll have to try it out at some point.
"How's bent over the desk sound?" he continued. "Or bent over anywhere you'd like, as long as you're bent over."
"Bent over the desk it is." Tamsin replied as she got out of her desk chair; her fingers found the hem of her tiny grey skirt, rolling it up a little before she shifted to an unoccupied desk area and bent over. The angle reveals her lacey white thong to him, as well as the tops of her thigh-high tights. She had felt the outfit a bit on the nose for what she was, but it had received positive feedback. Looking the part of a depraved office slut, was at least part of the job. "I can finish you in my mouth if you like."
wanna be bullied by two pretty boys who take turns fucking me, mocking me and talking to each other about me and what they want to do to me next as if i’m not lying there beneath them 💓💞💖💓
plot: in source muse: Hyunjae "Jae" Im, The Spellbinder, demon, cult leader, 23/522 open to: anyone 21+
He loved the days when they welcomed newcomers. There was nothing like fresh blood, nothing like the rush of an untouched soul being given to him. He didn’t understand why more demons didn’t do this. It seemed so silly to hide in the shadows and scrounge for a single, hesitant soul every now and again by making some stupid deal. His came willingly, eagerly. They believed in him; they adored him. They worshiped him. If he ever went back to Hell, which was unlikely considering how much he enjoyed this life, he’d be returning with more power than even some of the old kings had. Jae had never been weak to begin with, and with the added strength given to him by each soul that was offered to him, his previous power had only grown. By now, he was practically buzzing with it. All day, he’d been meeting new followers. They’d pledged themselves to him and made the offering at the altar he stood before. He was going to need an outlet for the high of power that was nearly crackling at his fingertips and making his skin sing. “Send in the last one.” The demon’s command wasn’t loud, but he knew that he’d be heard and obeyed anyway. When he heard the door open, he looked up, abandoned the candle flame he’d been playing with, and turned to face the final follower he’d meet today.
“Welcome, dear one,” he smiled at them, his voice strong enough to dominate the space the way his physical presence did but still warm. Inviting. “Come closer. Don’t be afraid.” And yet, he cherished the slight bit of anxiety. He could hear the excitement in their pulse, but it was the sweet smell of their fear filling the lofty room that made Jae’s smile widen. Then he properly saw them as they stepped into the light of the torches along the wall and towards him. A pretty little creature. He was going to enjoy owning this one. “Well, aren’t you a pleasant surprise.” Stepping down to the lower level of the dais, still raised above them where they stopped though, he leaned in closer to them. The demon wanted to examine his shiny new treasure. He slid a finger beneath their chin and lifted it so their eyes met his unearthly blue ones. “Such a lovely gift I’ve been blessed with,” his tone had softened to something far more intimate. He would have to keep this one close. “Tell me your name, dearest.”
If she was honest with herself, she didn't know how she'd gotten here. It was all too fantastical to believe a leader who could cure people of the darkness within them. She wasn't sure she had much darkness, but she knew something of her dark urges. She'd spent far too many nights chasing the wrong kind of men and spending the next morning covering up the bites and bruises to show for what she liked.
She's ushered to him, and he's more beautiful than anyone could have described. His skin was flawless, and his beautiful porcelain was shaped into a lovely jawline and perfect high cheekbones. Every bit of him was without flaw. At his urging, she moves closer, her heartbeat thundering in her chest. It's unimaginable that he could be interested in her, let alone when her eyes are drawn up to meet his, and he calls her lovely. Color floods her cheeks, the redhead blushing at his attention before replying, "Tamsin."
open to f plot: a/b/o verse where an omega lied about being a beta
Everyone had gone home, Adrian had made sure of it, had bribed and cajoled his way into an empty office save for one person. With her, he had made sure that she had enough work to last way past her working hours, forcing her to work overtime, giving him this golden opportunity. One that he had made, but one nonetheless. “You know.” he took the chair from the cubicle next door, sat on it with the back facing her, arms folded over it “I wonder how much you paid for those scent blockers.” his head tilted to the side “They did do a really good job at first, but you can’t erase the scent of omega slick, you know?”
He grinned at her “I’m surprised none of the loosers next to you noticed it, really.” a hum “What do you think dad will say when he finds out he hired someone who has lied on their resume?”
She was always too aware of him as if she could sense him circling her. He couldn't know her secret, or at least it should have been impossible for him to know her secret with the pills she had taken, but there was an uncomfortable knowingness in the air whenever he was around. She blinks as he settles into the cubicle next to her, leveling his accusation as she tries to control her response.
Her cheeks are a splotchy pink, but that's the only tell she's giving him that he's onto her. Tamsin clears her throat, "I'm sure he'd be upset if someone lied on their resume, so it's good that I didn't because I don't know what you're talking about."
Me being possessive is my love language🎀
“Excellent!” Nico clapped his hands together and stepped into her office. “So where do you want me? Do you have a specialty? Do I choose? I need the best y’got, so just tell me what I’m working with here.”
Tamsin blinks at him, "So the way it's worked so far is it's your choice; I will tell you nobody has used the lower half of me today, but a lot of people seem partial to my mouth." She shouldn't be so squeamish, but she can't help herself; talking dirty like this wasn't something she was used to.
Philip had to force himself to settle down, if not for his own sake, then so as not to worry his guest whom he could tell was cautious of this new arrangement. Not that he could blame her, she'd been very upfront about her experience in decorating, but Philip didn't care for any of that. She could demolish the entire house, and he would approve. No, her presence was merely a selfish desire for him.
"There's truly no rush." Philip assured the girl, unable to keep from roaming his gaze over her features. "I was simply desperate to get the process started, as you can see." He added, gesturing around them with a halfhearted chuckle. Time seemed to both fly by and not go fast enough all at once, and the upkeep of the mansion had escaped him. "Besides, I've always been a firm believer in giving experience to those that need it." He assured with a gentle smile.
"You're being awfully nice to me, I really appreciate it, but I'm wondering what the catch is here?" Though she had humble beginnings, Tamsin was aware that things that generally seemed too good to be true often were just that. She wonders if there is some kind of deal; maybe the place had a whole mess of lead paint, and he was hoping to use her inexperience to get around it.
"I mean, this is such a beautiful property. I'm sure there are at least a hundred decorators who are just dying to get in here."
Connecticut isn't as far as he hoped, but as long as they're away from his hometown and the city that never sleeps where all his neighbors flee to he's willing to compromise. What started as a hope, a quiet little prayer he hadn't ever paid much mind to, was now proving fruitful.
"As long as you're with me, doesn't matter how far from home we go," Lee agreed. It was the closest he'd get to admitting aloud, so simply, that he'd forget the ties to his childhood with time. He had to. If he stayed, he would drown in the routine tailored to shield him.
Pulling her close again, returned to the very same intoxication that drove him to confess to his intentions of getting out. "Tell me about all of the places you want to go, even all the things you've done. I've been told my whole life change isn't any good. You think you can prove them all wrong?"
She settles closer to him, her legs tangling with his as her fingers reach out to gently push his blonde curls back. Warmth radiates from every pore of his perfect skin, and she wonders what it must have been like to grow up so beautiful. "Well, you know I have my passport, but the only place I've ever been with it is Toronto." She murmurs as she watches him.
"I want to go everywhere, to see everything. Want to sprawl on beaches in Ibiza and climb ruins in Athens." She murmurs dreamily. Normally, she wouldn't have been quite so honest about her cliche aspirations, but she felt she could trust him. "I want to eat my weight in pasta in Italy. I want to see Versailles and the Mona Lisa, and I even want to make my way out to California."
"I want to eat Kansas City Barbecue too."
call me "baby", while you do nasty things to me and i will let you put a baby inside me, daddy.