#fatalgames

[movierentals]

closed starter for: @fatalgames.

“maybe i’ll have to write my next book about you. maybe i’ve already started it.” why did james get such a thrill from striking fear into the hearts of his conquests? only heightened by the whiskey that he was sipping, he kept a sinister smirk painted across his features from ear to ear. lightly kicking his foot forward, he let his ankle hook around the other man’s, gliding it up and down his leg slowly. “you’d be fine if i did that, wouldn’t you? after all, you do believe that i’m innocent, don’t you?”

[manonrousseau]

Tulipes 💮 Fatal Games / Série noire au campus

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[coolmoviemanmike]

Fatal Games (1984) ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆

[coolmoviemanmike]

I just watched Fatal Games (1984)

[coolmoviemanmike]

I'm watching Fatal Games (1984)

[daddysbarrp]

Writer's Block? Avery x James

@fatalgames

"Uh-oh," Avery said as he sat down the martini glass in front of James. "Usually you only order a dirty martini when you have writer's block. Also, it's two pm and martinis are really an after dinner drink for most."

"So-" Avery said, focusing his gaze on the adorable guy he was currently serving. "What's the problem you're trying to solve?"

[frvckles]

SOUR  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

@fatalgames​  said  :  ❛   i  can’t  help  getting  caught  up  in  it  all .  ❜   (  from  your  choice !  )

‘  it’s  all  so  exciting ,  isn’t  it  ?  all  that  mystery  and  ADRENALINE  –  it  gets  you  hooked ,  and  once  you’ve  had  a  taste  you  need  more .  but  it’s  never  enough .  this  city ,  it  might  seem  like  thrills  and  excitement ,  but  it’s  just  a  PIT .  a  hungry  hole  in  the  ground  that  swallows  up  those  who  are  daft  enough  to  fall  for  its  GLAMOUR .  and  it  will  consume  you ,  batman . . . ’

‘  you . . .  and  me .  ’

[blccmngs]

❝ come here, and give me a goodnight kiss. ❞ ( from dyson, for your choice. )

It seemed that Damian had settled for the fact that he would, most likely, fall asleep on the couch to whatever he had put on the TV. His gaze flickered toward Dyson with a small scrunch of his eyebrows — A soft whine leaving him at the idea of moving from the cocoon of warmth that he had made for himself. Despite the dramatics, he was pushing himself up to weasel his way into the older man’s arms. He pushed himself up on his toes slightly to press a proper, lingering kiss against Dyson’s mouth. “Happy?”