` - 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 .

[dontgetwisewithme]

Debase her. Pull her tits out when she is talking about something important. Grab her by the hair when she’s trying to go out shopping and force her to her knees. Casually reach into her pants and grab her ass or push a finger in her pussy when she’s reading a book. Show her she’s just a sex thing first and foremost and eventually she’ll never remember she’s anything else.

[ahomeonmars]

RAHUL KOHLI Photographed by Eike Schroter for Netflix

[omoerotismo]

[pickled0ctopus]

Halt and Catch Fire (2014 - 2017)

Joe MacMillan

[jeffreyss]

YOU MAKE ME 💦 SERIES ↠ 5/??

[corruptmorality]

plot twist. gentle, soft spoken, and not very assertive teacher is pursued by bold, flirtatious, and notorious trouble maker student. that’s it that’s the plot.

[veronicathegoddess]

wanna be groped and grabbed and fucked til i’m fuzzy and brain dead and the only thing i can do is moan and beg you for more

[kneehighsandlows]

Please let me suck on your fingers and look at how handsome you are.

[suburgatories]

writefilth·:

𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜: males 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡:  katie ( 21, pastors daughter. olivia holt fc / changeable. / ) met a boy via instagram who convinced her / charmed her into sending him explicit pictures, messages, videos, etc. she just found out your muse ( step/brother, step/father, family friend, friends father/brother/boyfriend, teacher, priest, literally anything ! ) has been catfishing her as said boy.

how  did  the  sweet  pastors  daughter  find  herself  entangled  with  a  stranger  online  ?  a  stranger  who  she’s  sent  such  foul, filthy pictures  and  videos  too  after  months  of  them  convincing  ?  a  stranger  who  she promised  her  virginity  too  ?  call  it  being  excited  that  a cute  boy added  you  on  instagram  who  was  way  too  charming,  or  call  it  what  it  could  be,  loneliness  and  curiosity on  what  it’s  like  being  bad.  yet,  sitting  here  now  with  someone  she  thought  she  trusted  and  knew  showing  her  a  video  of  her  f*cking  herself  hard  with  a  handle  of  a  hairbrush  that  she  had  sent  what  she  thought  was  a  stranger,  katie  knew  she  made  a  mistake.  “  how  -  how  do  you  have  that  ?? “

how tragic   –––    promiscuous girl finds herself in deep water due to carnal urges she should have a handle on at twenty-one years old, had known the second he’d laid eyes on her she’d be easily led astray .  it’s not his fault that she couldn’t simply keep things out of her pink little hole long enough to be loyal to the teachings of the lord .  he was simply doing god’s work, thrusting sinners into the light in order to force them to repent, considered it part of his volunteer work, seeking out those in need of guidance .  ‘ when you create and distribute porn, katie, don’t be surprised when people get their hands on it, ’ blonde muses, calloused thumb pressing gently against the screen to pause the indie film, humming in amusement at the moment he’d decided to freeze it on, a rather explicit shot of her hairbrush shoved into her desperate, virgin cunt .  ‘ now, i told your father i’d keep a look out for anyone in need of special guidance, what’s he going to say when he finds out his own daughter is a whore ? ’

[awardseason]

SIMU LIU 2022 Vanity Fair Oscar Party — March 27, 2022

[suburgatories]

slumberpcrty·:

they make quite the picture, hands at each others collars in his living room, breaths heavy, punctuating the tension with each puff. the whimpers falling from arlo’s lips light ascher aflame, wanting to lick them from his mouth only to draw more out with each passing moment. he has to bite back a groan that ends up rumbling low in his throat as he feels warm wet dripping onto the slope of his fingers, the precum gliding his fingers up the younger’s cock for another firm stroke from the calloused hand of an experienced partner. “yeah, LOVE, i’m touching you.” his gaze did not falter, remaining steadfast as he drank from arlo’s presence. his responsive hand starts to pump arlo’s cock slowly, massaging the underside of the flared tip as he tugs, smearing that oozing tip down the shaft with his thumb. “WOULD YOU ask?” ascher challenges, necessitating the younger to verbalize his desires explicitly.

form is strung so tight, knows the slightest movement would force him to snap, spiral even   –––    doesn’t know if he’s ever been this aroused, situation has forced him to reach a whole new plain .  thrumming with adrenaline, and perhaps a little fear, he steals another glance downwards, mouth dry with how slack his jaw had become .  doesn’t know if it’s a conscious decision or not,  didn’t have the means to consider it right now, but his hips press forward, watching as his painfully hard cock passes through the male’s grip .  precum steadily pearling at the slit at an almost embarrassing rate, knees threatening to buckle at the stimulation ascher engages in .  has wanted to be touched by a man for so long, one man in particular but he’d probably have accepted anything in the height of horniness, and it’s so much better than he’d imagined, his strokes so sure, there’s no hesitance or doubt .  ‘ i don’t think . . .  i think maybe you need to move your hand because i’m scared i’ll, y’know, i’m not good with self-control, ’ brunette insists, though the reluctance in his voice makes itself known, the other’s shirt is undoubtedly stretched at this point, his knuckles pale as he grasps at it in an attempt to ground himself .  question posed has him licking his lips, as if stalling in his response, ‘ i’ve thought about you fucking me, i’ve thought about it a lot, but i have never thought about how i’d ask you to do it because i knew i’d never work up the nerve    ––    but i want it, want you to work me open, then stuff me full .  so full that i convince myself i’ll never walk the same way again, empty your load into me, leave it dripping out of my hole . ’

[suburgatories]

slumberpcrty·:

FINALLY those eyes meet his. ascher’s soften ever so slightly as he scans the others, want to see them blow impossibly wider with lust, to see those heavy lids fall as he fucks more apologies from the timorous young man’s lips. he couldn’t even think on the emotions his DAUGHTER might be feeling, couldn’t bear to consider the thoughts any longer that when arlo brought her up, ascher’s spine goes erect reactively before ( as swiftly as possible ) removing the recollection. ascher laughs INAPPROPRIATELY. “you didn’t know what was happening when you jerked off thinking about me? DIDN’T KNOW what that meant?” his voice is throaty and aggressive, one hand unrelenting on the fabric of the shorter’s shirt. “i don’t fuckin’ get it,” ascher chuckles mirthlessly, running a hand through his wavy, light brown locks. “if i fantasized about YOU when i jerked off, i KNOW what that means.” the wide palm which had just moved through his hair moves in front of his trousers to wrap around arlo’s hard, weeping dick, smooth and hot in ascher’s hand. he gives the younger’s cock an experimental tug, rotating his wrist at the flared tip as he held his gaze. god, he feels enamored with arlo’s responsiveness, his soft features and smooth jaw. the urge to see him fall apart under his fingertips, split open on his cock is overwhelming. he can’t help the way his fingers twitch with desire on arlo’s dick. “it would mean i want to FUCK YOU.”

it’s probably not the best argument to claim he thinks of tons of fucked up shit when he’s hard, knows this is different anyway considering the fact he acted on it, let his stupid desires override any common sense . entirety of his form jolts at the rough hand wrapping around his cock, takes just about everything he has not to bust right then and there, brain can’t quite comprehend the fact he’s being touched by this man .  the man who’d quite literally invaded every single one of his fantasies over the past few months, the man he’d risk everything just to get a taste of, hands lift, help themselves to space on his chest, digits curling into the material of ascher’s shirt .  ‘ fuck, fuck, ’  brunette whimpers, steals a glance downwards, only to immediately wish he hadn’t    ––––    ‘ you’re touching me, you’re . . ’  eyes are wide as they lift back towards the male’s face, own jaw slackened, the warm heat of his palm sliding along his length, fingers practically tugging at the other’s shirt as his hips cant forward .  soft whine emanates from the base of his throat, it feels so different, having a man’s hand wrapped around his leaking cock, better than he’d imagined, ‘ would you, would you fuck me if i had asked ? ’  voice hitches as it carries across some of the broader vowels, as if he’s scared to know the answer, half-convinced that ascher will shove him back, laugh in his face at how desperate he looks, tell him this is all a massive joke .  still, the possibility doesn’t stop another dribble of precum from spilling, tip flushed and desperate for release . 

[suburgatories]

slumberpcrty·:

ascher’s strong fingers grab at the front of his collar, an action he didn’t know he would take until after he had taken it. the tanned digits flex as he stretches the fabric under the weight of his grip, their bodies being pulled flush, arlo’s dick pressing against his thigh, a pink pout centimetres from him. “look at me, arlo,” ascher growls, his brown gaze not lifting from the thick eyelashes below him. the tension in the air was palpable, forcing heated puffs from between ascher’s lips as he struggles to catch his breath. his own interested cock presenting a heavy bulge in his trousers, his hips near arlo’s midsection. “i haven’t seen you GET fuckin’ feral. maybe we’ve got different definitions.” ascher’s voice is rough and low; fingers unwavering from the bunch of arlo’s tee. “i KNOW you’ve been selfish. taking from me what you can to get your dick wet. didn’t even have the BALLS to fuckin’ ask.”

can feel the air forced from his lungs as digits wrap around his collar, any little bit of distance eliminated, along with any shred of sanity the boy had left, teeth clamp down on his inner cheek as he feels his cock drag along the man’s thigh .  reminds himself to inhale as he abides by the demand, isn’t really in a position to do anything else, eyes carefully creeping up such an impressive form, gaze is wide, panicked as he finally looks the other in the face    –––     if he gets nothing out of this other than some really great memories to jerk off to then so be it .  right now though, he’s verging on the side of worry, worried that his relationship is dead in the water, worried that his indiscretions will somehow make it back to his family, to his friends .  ‘ feral for me, it’s not like i’ve ever crept into other people’s rooms and jerked off with their clothing or pictured them while my girlfriend was sucking me off, but i can’t help it, when it’s you, ’ arlo responds, voice slightly more whiny than he would have liked but at least he’s not crying, ‘ knowing you’re around, having to see you all the time makes me insane . ’  brow quirks at male’s comment, as if it were that easy, as if he could skip down the hall from his girlfriend’s room, knock on her father’s door and ask him to wreck him, ‘ how could i ask ? i didn’t even know in my head what was happening, you intimidated me . ’

[suburgatories]

slumberpcrty·:

ascher’s laugh that splits his lips is full of MIRTH, unable to help himself from how greedy he’s already been. as if his eyes that linger of the younger male’s swollen, smeared tip don’t at least give him away. the throbbing against his jeans was unable to be ignored as his thick cock swelled with desire. he would be lying if he admitted it wasn’t IN PART due to the allure of adultery. the majority, he was keenly aware, was from arlo HIMSELF. ascher manages to push himself off of the couch, two strong, tanned palms pressing into the fabric. he stood as he had previously, towering over arlo except the younger male’s cock was between them. “you’re not LEAVING,” ascher began on a low grumble, a confident step moving toward the younger, closing the distance between the two as near negligible ( he could feel the hard, flared tip of arlo’s prick pressing against his trousers ). “why be shy now, arlo?” ascher taunted, adrenaline still pumping white hot into his veins, the taste of desire salty and saccharine against his lips. “were you shy when you were recording yourself?”

any semblance of dignity he still possessed abandoned him the second ascher closed the distance, tries not to choke on his own tongue as his cock presses against the fabric of the other’s jeans, scared to move even a millimetre, worried it’ll be enough to make him cum, and he can’t think of much worse than having to grovel over the fact he’d not only videotaped his daughter sucking him off, then said his name, but also spilled his load all over his clothing .  brunette can’t bring himself to look up, the male is too close, though he suspects ascher knows this, finds entertainment in having him making a fucking idiot of himself .  hands flex by his sides, bringing them up to awkwardly tuck around his torso, wonders if the other can hear how loudly his heart is hammering, threatening to break free of his ribs, ‘ i’m sorry about the recording, really, it was stupid i know, ’ he offers, gaze unmoving from where the flushed tip of his cock dragged just an inch or two along the fabric of ascher’s pants, wasn’t intentional, even if every fibre of his being was desperate to rut against the man, finally relieve himself of this unrelenting pressure .  ‘ i don’t know why the thought of you . . i don’t know why it makes me act so recklessly, i don’t know why it makes me so fucking feral . ’

[suburgatories]

OPEN TO: ( m/nb ) customer . STORY/PLOT: can be a freeuse situation . ( free use tw )

‘ oh no, ’ female cries, watching helplessly as the glass of water she’d taken such care not to spill on its trip from the kitchen to the corner booth slips from her grasp, landing on the table with a loud thud .  moves quickly, near-manic in her attempt to clean him up, dabbing at his shirt with napkins, thinking nothing of doing the same to his pants, not that it was really helping   ––   in fact it was doing the opposite, bits of the paper napkin now stuck to his clothing .  glances back over her shoulder, anxiously scanning for her new manager, ‘ i’m so sorry, sir  . .  i’m, oh god i’m so sorry, it’s my first shift and my head’s a little all over the place .  let me get you a dessert or something, on the house of course . ’

[suburgatories]

OPEN TO: ( tops / males ) fellow frat brother . POTENTIAL PLOT: the two of them shared a drunken kiss at last night’s rager, and while arlo has been somewhat sure of his sexuality for a while, even thought he’s never admitted to it, your muse is in denial .

had spent all afternoon trying to get the other alone, knows the male had been avoiding him, going out of his way to never be in the same room as the brunette, it’d taken hours and all the patience he could muster to finally corner the other .  in his bedroom of all places, perhaps he’d be more relaxed among his own things .  doesn’t attempt to sit down on the bed the male is currently occupying, instead stands in the middle of the empty floor, debating how to initiate this conversation, ‘ dude, i felt it, i felt you against my thigh, you were hard, fit to fucking burst . ’  wasn’t JUDGING, he’d certainly had to go to his room and jerk one out after their rather sloppy make out,  isn’t trying to back the other into a difficult spot, just wants to discuss the happenings .  that’s all .  finally makes a move towards occupied bed, sitting down rather carefully, as if he were afraid the other would lash out in violence, ‘ it’s not a big deal, i just . . thought maybe we should talk about it ? ’  male sneaks one quick look at the boy, ‘ felt pretty impressive, not something to be ashamed about, ’ he attempts, trying to lighten the mood at least a little .  knew what the frat was like, the constant use of homophobic slurs, using fights to settle any disagreements, not exactly the best environment for someone to be gay in .  

[dcbicki]

RICK THICK FLAG The Suicide Squad (2021)

#i am looking disrespectfully