𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 ╱ 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 .

˚ ༘ 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 .

[sugcrtalkin]

˚ ༘  𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 ╱ 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 .  

      sam , mutuals only on discord & dash . dni if under 21 !

        rules + muses / plots / opposites . 

[synqra]

[selinas-deactivated20251210]

MATERIALISTS 2025, dir. Celine Song

[marys-ghost]

I dont care if you came back wrong, you came back. That's all that matters to me.

[ungraceds]

jaw   is   locked   so   tight   ,   tension   riddling   shoulders   taut   and   drawn   together   with   a   muscle   ache   that   is   sure   to   torture   him   later   .   later   ,   as   in   when   they're   no   longer   within   each   other's   vicinity   .   later   ,   as   in   when   this   whole   charade   is   done   once   and   for   all   .   it   fills   him   with   an   anxiety   he   hasn't   felt   since   he   was   a   child   ,   navigating   a   world   without   his   parents   .   immediately   notices   how   she   withdraws   ,   shifting   to   face   the   passenger   door   like   she   always   does   when   she's   irritated   with   him   ..   except   this   time   ,   it's   similar   to   a   door   slamming   shut   and   her   twisting   the   key   in   the   lock   .   there's   too   much   finality   in   the   air   and   it's   enough   to   strangle   him   .   "   i   don't   give   a   fuck   what   they   want   .   "   except   ,   if   that   were   true   ,   he   wouldn't   be   allowing   this   to   happen   at   all   .   can   already   hear   his   uncle's   gravelly   voice   in   his   head   :   you're   doing   this   for   your   future   ,   stop   being   a   pussy   and   suck   it   up   .   sucks   in   air   through   his   teeth   and   tightens   his   grasp   around   the   steering   wheel   ,   thumb   restlessly   drumming   along   the   leather   while   gaze   strains   out   the   windshield   .   "   they   want   us   to   breakup   because   our   contract   is   over   ,   dylan   .   they   don't   get   to   make   more   headlines   out   of   us   after   that   .   they   may   want   animosity   between   us   but   i'm   not   givin'   them   anything   else   .   "   wonders   if   she   will   ,   though   .   if   she'll   cave   into   their   demands   and   paint   it   like   they're   exes   who   despise   each   other   ,   and   feed   into   senseless   drama   .   "   is   that   what   you   want   ?   "   is   torn   from   his   lips   before   he   can   stop   it   ,   hues   snapping   to   glance   at   her   beside   him   — realizing   that   she's   not   even   looking   at   him   .   "   you   want   to   go   back   to   hating   each   other   ?   "

[sugcrtalkin]

"then act like it," says and it comes out quieter than she intended, less combative, more honest. "because the second you read that text you were gone, kas. completely gone. wouldn't look at me, wouldn't talk to me, just shut everything down. you told me there was nothing to talk about, and now you're sitting here telling me you don't give a fuck what they want. those two things don't fucking match." blonde stays looking out the window, something tight and unresolved moving through her expression while the scenery blurs past the glass. "right ... you think they're gonna let it go with nothing to talk about? i grew up in this shit, i know what i'm talking about," she'd meant what she said about taking the hit publicly — still means it. whoever they decide the villain is, she'll wear it. she's worn worse. but that had always been the easy part, the performative part, the part that lived in headlines and comment sections and had nothing to do with what was actually happening inside this car right now. what was actually happening between the two of them. that part nobody had written a contract for. throat works quietly, she still hadn't cried and wasn't going to. but the threat of it had been sitting right there at the back of her eyes since the moment she'd read that text and she was exhausted from holding it at bay. "i don't know, kaspian. like i said you already shut me out, so i figured that's what you want. so i'll just start acting like a bitch again and make it easier on both of us and we can pretend this whole week ... all these months just didn't happen, yeah?"

[ungraceds]

chuck's   snoring   and   heavy   breathing   filters   in   from   the   backseat   ,   and   she   barely   suppresses   an   eye   roll   .   had   spent   far   too   many   sleepless   nights   with   that   soundtrack   playing   next   to   her   — swears   she   may   be   having   ptsd   .   shifts   in   the   passenger   seat   ,   hem   of   her   dress   inching   up   milky   thighs   as   she   positions   herself   better   to   look   at   him   ,   "   think   your   lap   would   look   better   ,   too   .   i   would   say   your   face   ,   but   ya   can't   beat   perfection   .   "   boasts   a   cheeky   grin   ,   flirty   nature   accentuated   by   the   liquor   swimming   through   her   veins   .   spares   a   glance   over   her   shoulder   towards   passed   out   ex   before   her   hand   is   reaching   over   the   console   and   she's   delicately   stroking   along   meaty   thigh   ,   nails   catching   on   fabric   leading   further   up   his   groin   .   "   you're   not   good   at   taking   hints   ..   are   you   ,   theo   ?   do   you   need   me   to   spell   it   out   for   you   ,   or   are   you   more   of   a   visual   learner   ?   "   her   voice   is   soft   ,   purposely   not   trying   to   catch   the   attention   or   wake   up   their   company   but   she's   growing   impatient   .   witnessing   him   with   another   woman   tonight   followed   by   a   fight   ..   she's   reached   her   limits   of   patience   for   the   evening   ,   and   she's   running   on   fumes   .   "   could   ask   you   the   same   thing   .   you   had   your   hands   full   tonight   — sure   you   aren't   gonna   drop   me   off   and   invite   her   over   instead   ?   "

[sugcrtalkin]

his eyes drop to her hand on his thigh for exactly one second before they're back on the road, jaw shifting once. "you're really gonna do that while i'm driving." not a question, just an observation, voice dropping low enough that it doesn't carry to the back. "that's the move you're going with?" his hand covers hers on his thigh, and shifting it further up and toward his cock. "visual learner," homme says it easily, glancing over at her with something warm and unhurried in his expression. "always have been. keep going and we're not making it to chuck's before i pull over." blonde's last question lands and he huffs a quiet laugh through his nose, shaking his head. "her," says it like the word barely registers. eyes flicking to carson briefly, dragging over the hem of her dress where it's ridden up, then back to the road. "no." it comes out simple and final. like the idea genuinely hasn't crossed his mind since the moment he walked over to her tonight. thumb drags a slow line across her knuckles. "only person i'm inviting anywhere tonight is sitting right next to me, running her hand up my leg while my best friend sleeps two feet away." quiet, amused. "which is a lot to process while merging onto the freeway."

[ungraceds]

"   don't   need   to   say   it   ,   it's   written   all   over   your   face   .   "   could   hide   from   anyone   but   could   never   hide   from   him   — not   when   he   knows   her   like   the   back   of   his   hand   .   but   he'll   let   her   play   pretend   as   long   as   he   gets   to   feel   her   drip   along   his   fingertips   for   the   rest   of   the   night   .   wonders   how   long   it'll   take   before   her   boyfriend   notices   her   absence   ,   if   he's   already   started   to   realize   and   is   going   to   start   blowing   up   her   phone   .   a   smirk   tugs   at   the   corner   of   his   lips   as   her   hips   buck   against   his   touch   and   he's   rewarding   her   for   it   ,   grinding   his   heel   against   her   harder   .   their   teeth   click   together   ,   tongues   lashing   out   as   he   filthily   drinks   her   in   like   his   last   glass   of   water   .   moans   are   music   to   his   ears   ,   his   cock   stirring   with   a   restlessness   only   she   inspires   and   he's   hooking   his   fingers   along   the   fabric   of   lace   ,   and   pulling   until   panties   tears   .   "   mm   ,   look   at   that   ...   all   that   talking   is   useful   for   somethin'   ,   hm   ?   "   mouth   brushes   hers   with   every   word   and   there's   a   sick   curl   to   his   lips   ,   fingers   brushing   through   her   folds   devastatingly   slow   ,   collecting   her   arousal   on   his   tips   and   grunting   under   his   breath   .   "   we'll   get   to   that   .   "   one   hand   moves   to   grip   the   back   of   her   thigh   and   he's   tugging   her   into   his   arms   ,   lifting   her   off   the   ground   while   his   other   hand   remains   between   her   legs   ,   toying   with   her   cunt   .   "   but   first   ,   "   lips   drag   down   her   jaw   and   neck   ,   painting   her   skin   with   his   tongue   and   teeth   ,   "   i   gotta   get   you   ready   for   me   .   "   foot   kicks   his   bedroom   door   open   and   he's   dropping   her   onto   the   bed   ,   hands   making   quick   work   of   yanking   remaining   clothes   off   .   "   spread   your   pussy   for   me   ,   baby   .   let   me   see   how   pretty   it   is   like   this   .   "

[sugcrtalkin]

"maybe you've gotten bad at reading my face," she rebuts, quick enough that it almost sounds convincing. almost. the thing is — dante has always been annoyingly good at seeing past whatever she puts up, and she knows it. her socialite life taught her how to smile at people she despised and mean it. her family's world taught her how to look unbothered with a gun at the table. neither prepared her for dante fontaine and the way he looks at her like the mask is already on the floor. but none of that matters now with her tongue in his mouth, hand fists into the chain at his neck and she kisses him like she's been angry about it for weeks. like frustration and bad decisions and something she doesn't have a clean word for. her other hand finds the side of his jaw, fingers pressing into it, and she doesn't let up, doesn't soften it into something it isn't. this isn't a reunion. this is just what was always going to happen the second she knocked on his door. there's a small gasp that spills from lips when he's tearing the fabric of her panties before she's looking up at him with a smirk, "you know … i quite liked those, are you going to buy me new ones?" she doesn't have a smart-assed response for his question, not when digits are teasing her so achingly slow. she's rotating her hips against his hand in attempt to get any bit of relief. "we'll get to that? what? need to fix your limp dick, fontaine?" hums as she's wrapping limbs around him, head lulling backward and granting him access to the sensitive skin of her throat. tosses her purse onto the nightstand as he drops her on the bed, lifting her arms to aid him in ridding body of clothing before laying back against the plush bed. "mm … i think you already know how pretty my pussy is." however, she's still parting her legs and sliding hand down her stomach and toward her cunt and using two digits to part wet folds. lets out a soft moan as she moves her hand to swirl fingers around the swollen bundle of nerves; her body shook slightly and back arched upward. "might just make myself cum instead if you're gonna keep watching."

[angelbabymikaa]

i love when my mutuals are mutuals with each other #myecosystem #myenclosure

[chimiye]

Your Fault: London (2026)

[mcflymemes]

please don't mistake silence for hatred. please don't mistake unanswered plotting messages as indifference, or a lack of enthusiasm towards you. considering the ages of most roleplayers, many of us have bills to pay, families to take care of, medical conditions to treat, appointments to make, classes to take, homes to clean, and lives to live away from the computer that are far, far more important than writing on tumblr — life has a tendency to get in the way of hobbies and fun things like this. be patient with your fellow writers. if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. of course you can set your boundaries, keep your space comfortable, and softblock whoever you wish, but do so while recognizing it's probably not hatred or apathy that keeps them from leaping into your dms with message after message. they probably love this hobby just as much as you... but sometimes life gets in the way.

[dripculture]

[teammarkhelly]

[ravenclairee]

OFF CAMPUS — 1.06 "The Breakway"

[kooksandpearls]

Drew Starkey as Cary Masterson in Lucky (2026)

[sugcrtalkin]

"it says you have good taste," she answers, easy, without turning around, "obviously." the riddles comment makes something in her chest move, not quite guilt, not quite satisfaction. though she lets it pass. he's not wrong — she does speak in riddles, spent a long time perfecting the particular art of saying things that could always be walked back. it's useful. "i always look good," she says, to the last part, but there's no real bite in it. it's reflex, the deflection dressed up as confidence, and somewhere in the middle of saying it she becomes aware of how close her mouth is to his jaw. the warmth of him at her back. the easy way they move together like they've done this a hundred times, which they haven't, not like this. she should probably create a little distance, yet she doesn't. "you're not so bad yourself," she says instead, quieter, almost lost in the music. "when you're not making terrible jokes, but i kind of like this idea that i've pavlov trained you into getting hard." her fingers find his again against her middle, and she lets the song carry them for a moment without saying anything else. sometimes silence with oliver was easier than it had any right to be, and she hadn't quite figured out what to do with that yet.

[beingalones]

every little volley back his way, every comment only leaves oliver more eager to remain close to her, to keep playing this game of back and forth all the way to a moment alone. he feels so reckless tonight that he's half-tempted to coax her into a quiet corner and push his hand underneath her dress. the returned compliment means enough, leaving him smirking to himself, before she prompts laughter. "shouldn't be feeding your ego, but i don't really think i could hide it when you're ass is pressed into me like that." and the last thing that oliver wants to do is break the contact between them. he enjoys it, the quiet, the moving with her, the way his hips subtly shift against hers, reminding her of his want as his hand lingers against her torso. he doesn't notice the interruption making its way over at first, leaning in to her ear so he can speak softly as his eyes remain half-lidded. "let me take you home." he wants to be alone with her, wants to kiss and touch her more than he can on the dancefloor surrounded by people. in a swift moment, there's a man making eye contact with him and then a firm hand around his arm, roughly pulling him back from rima. "woah, what the fuck?!"

[sugcrtalkin]

everything happens fast. one second oliver is warm at her back, his voice low in her ear, and then he's yanked away from her and rima spins around on instinct. and there's robert, her father's head of security, six foot six and completely expressionless, which is somehow worse than if he looked angry. "robert—" she starts. she doesn't finish the sentence fast enough. the punch lands before homme can fully register what's happening, clean across the nose, and rima's jaw tightens. "that's enough," she says, sharp and low, the socialite performance dropping completely. this is a different register, the one she almost never uses in public. the one that grew up watching her father handle rooms. "you're embarrassing me." robert doesn't look particularly moved but he steps back. he knows the line. she grabs oliver by the wrist without looking at his face — she'll look at his face in a second, she just needs to move first — and cuts through the crowd with the particular efficiency of someone who has spent her whole life knowing exactly how to get through a room. the line outside the women's bathroom is seven, eight people deep and she walks past all of them, ignoring the noise of complaint behind her, pulls him inside, and clicks the lock. then she turns around and looks at him. "let me see."

[beingalones]

deep down, grayson knows she's all talk. it's dylan. beautiful, sweet, irritating dylan. friend, persistent object of his desire. his grip tightens on her wrist, tempted to snatch up her other hand too as she rubs him over his pants. he hardens under the touch of that hand, a confirmation of what he'd been struggling to accept since the situation shifted so suddenly. "good girls have a much easier time getting what they want with me." he replies gruffly, not even posing the chance of punishment, though the peek he'd gotten at her ass has his mind wandering with how good it'd feel to see it burn red with his handprint. his eyes roll as she so sarcastically gives in, but he can't keep up his annoyance long, not when she's wrapping her slender hand around the length of him. his breathing becomes shallow. "you're so fucking impatient." he teases, though he allows her the chance to touch for a moment. he licks his lips and then as she prompts him and gives him that much more delicious and intentional please, the switch fully flips. grayson drops her hand, only to pull her hand out from his boxers. his hands capture both of her wrists, using his other hand to turn her around and lead her to the edge of the bed where he pushes her down face first. he takes both of her wrists again, keeping them firm behind her back as his hand reaches into the box beside her and pulls out one of the sets of rope. "you want me to stroke your ego? to get you off with thoughts of me pining over you and stroking myself imagining a moment like this?" he questions and then purses his lips. "stay still. you asked for this, you'll manage to be patient." grayson waits a beat, but he gives in. he always gives in to her. "like i was."

[sugcrtalkin]

it doesn't go over her how easily he hardens underneath her touch, and that knowledge goes straight to her head. "and what do bad girls get?" heads tips to the side, eyes wide like a doe. is sure by this point he could see past the faux innocent act she was putting on. "do they get punished? how would you punish me, gray?" mind runs wild with the thought. he could tie her up and edge her until she's begging for release, or even bend her over and spank her until there was red welts gracing her ass. manicured hand begins to stroke him ever so slowly, "i've never had a need to be patient," replies with a shrug of her shoulders. and she doesn't just mean because she grew up wealthy and had most things served to her on a silver platter. she means when it comes to men too, all of them throwing themselves at her feet. never had to say please to them, if anything they were the ones begging for a chance to go home with her. finds herself letting out a whine when he's forcing her hand out of his pants, but it's soon replaced with a giggle as homme begins walking her toward the bed and pushing her onto it. turns her head to the side, with a nod of her head as he reaches for the rope, pressing her wrists together to make it easier for him just like a good girl would. "i do want you to stroke my ego. tell me about all the times you jerked off thinking about me, or mm... tell me about when you'd cum in your hands and wish it was on my face instead," and while she keeps her hands in place at his demand, her hips rotate ever so slightly against his groin. "you're so patient. could have just told me, daddy."

[sugcrtalkin]

knowing my family is at the game right now and just got to watch bieber half time........ no one look at me right now im pissed my mom is sending me pictures