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     Christopher was an all around perfect man: a CEO, very caring, passionate, and open minded to just about anything. He had a beautiful wife with stunning features and a baby that was just around the corner from coming into their lives. Everything was perfect and as planned, they were living the American Dream.

     There were just a few things she did not know about her husband and what dirty secret he had, no one knew about it and he wanted to keep it that way. Though they’ve sworn to never keep secrets, the man had been hiding from his wife before they’ve even began to date. The man murdered people. His victims were usually people with a horrible criminal past or simply a person he thought needed to go, he made sure for it not to be people he personally knew or always say around because it would be completely obvious. A presence of extreme satisfaction came over Christopher when  accomplishing something he was not supposed to be doing.

     Being in the mindset of just wanting to clean up as fast as possible, before the woman in the house could awake to hearing anything strange behavior, he was out of luck. The very second he had seen his pregnant wife standing in the doorway to the bathroom, he continued to scrub off the blood, “Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” Christopher usually had time to toss his clothes away, but the police were called and he couldn’t risk being caught, though maybe that would have been a better predicament than being caught by the person he loved and adored the most, he didn’t want her to think anything different of him. He was the man he said he was, minus the killing.

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Claudia had considered herself blessed to be able to fall asleep almost immediately after her baby stirred her away with its tiny kicks. She usually never even moved, her eyes remaining closed, and if anything her left arm subconsciously slid over her belly. This particular kick jolted her right out of bed, as if the tiny little being inside her had gained some purpose in her movement.

She slid out of bed, trying to recall whatever soothing remedy she’d red for night stirs online that afternoon. Her eyes were barely even open when she registered her husband in the bathroom. Claudia was about to reach out and grab his hand- bring it to her stomach and make some joke about how the baby would make an amazing soccer player- when she realized he was cover in blood. “Chris!” She didn’t even have time to form a sentence and Chris was already assuring her it was fine. “What’s going- are you hurt?!” Too many thoughts came to her head at once. How was he covered with so much blood? “What happened?”

[urbanxdivinity]

[diegolunadaily]

Group therapy with your pants down?

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Antonia Thomas for Wonderland Magazine

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Emily Blunt © Jason Bell // Harper’s Bazaar Australia (2012).

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Emily Blunt photographed for Vanity Fair, February 2018.

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Zazie Beetz by Micaiah Carter for Wonderland Magazine, Spring 2018

I feel like I’ve recently come into the role of being able to curate what I do. I try to do things that really speak to me: something that needs to be told, or that’s unusual or different.

[fuckyeahgorgeousguys]

[versrps]

thalcssophile:

“I wasn’t aware that missed was a synonym for dreaded the return of.” He muttered in reply, rolling his eyes as he crossed one leg over the other. He’d perfected the shifts in movement humans were so used to seeing, and by now it was simply a muscle reaction never to stay in one pose for too long. “You’ve probably forgotten because you’re old and irrelevant.” He observed coolly. “However, I’ll humor you. You left. This is my turf until I see fit to move on somewhere else. I have the royal flush, you have a 3 of clubs and a 10 of hearts. Better luck next run, yes?” He asked, a fake smile pasted to his lips. 

“Oh, really? What of yours is in the city?” He asked, words slow as he tried to keep himself from gritting his teeth. “You? Bored? No. What happened to all of your little followers, hmm? You never do quite adhere to the social pariah instructions.” He murmured, referencing the normal social pattern of vampires–which was, of course, simply not to have one.

“How much longer do we have to put up with this hateful faćade, Alex?” Wyatt actually yawned before bringing the cigarettes up for another puff. “I’m not interested in turf wars, babe. That’s always been your thing. If you’d have been able to use your powers you’d know that I was coming in peace.” He leaned back before turning to smile at a couple that walked by.

“You.” Wyatt winked with a chuckle, flicking the ash of his cigarette onto the ground, his eyes never leaving his ex lover’s. He nodded along as Alex spoke. He was telling the truth- he was bored wandering the world- and now one was able to satisfy him quite like the man in front of him. “My followers are all well, thank you for asking. I left a few friends in Germany. No one quite as spiteful or interesting as you.”

[famishddarchive]

thriller halloween plot ideas.

features slasher/supernatural/paranormal plot prompts

a verse where it’s like boyfriend/girlfriend go and visit the abandoned house of a local serial killer. then a few weeks later they start getting creepy notes in their mailbox, photos of them enjoying dinner, and oh shit who planted these camera’ all over the house? then eventually…someone has to die.

i want to do like a interview with a vampire au plot where your muse has turned my muse into a vampire and it’s really this daddy/lg help me i’m hungry but i don’t want to kill anyone oh wait oops i killed the maid and i actually kinda like this can we do this some more kinda thing…. (could totally be switched with the vampire role being a woman or m/m, f/f)

i want a fucking serial killer plot like say muse a and muse b have been dating for the longest fucking time, they’re totally in love, and then at like 2 am one night, muse b comes back home fuckin covered in blood like “ok usually i have time to clean up, you weren’t supposed to see me like this but they had 911 on speed dial and i had to come home” and it’s muse a like oh, oh shit i’m in love with a serial killer and muse b like well fuck the love of my life knows i’ve killed like so many people and idk i feel like this could go places u know

lets do an age gap plot gone wrong. muse a is an older man new to the neighborhood that one day while out walking his dog runs into muse b who is the sweet 16 year old daughter of his next door neighbors. after some heavy flirting one thing leads to another and they have sex and start this crazy secret love affair. soon however muse a realizes something isn’t quite right with his new love and after trying to break things off and move on he starts to recieve photos of them together in the mail with threats to report him to the police. muse b isn’t ready to let him go and is willing to do anything to make him stay including killing any new girl he brings around.

what if muse a and muse b are madly in love with each other, so madly in love they are ready to kill any and everyone who stands in their way? a natural born killers au where the two of them are on the run from the law after a wild crime spree and are road tripping across the country robbing banks and falling even deeper in love until one day muse b grows tired of running and just wants to turn themselves in. muse a can’t let that happen so now their partner in crime has become their captive. (additional plot can include muse b secretly being pregnant and trying to escape for a bettter life.)

lets do a supernatural plot where muse a is a century old vampire who has fallen for muse b who is a werewolf and leader of their pack. the two of them are learning how to live together and co-exist but whoops muse a keeps killiing people and drawing attention to them, muse b has to choose between their pack who wants muse a killed or the love of their life.

finally what if muse a and muse b are a loving couple ready to be married. the night before the big day however muse b is killed in a terrible car accident leaving muse a all alone to pick up the pieces and live all by themselves in their new house. one night muse a wakes up to find all of muse b’s things scattered on the floor and hearing a loud noise goes downstairs to see the letter magnets on the fridge spelling out ‘i am still here’. learning to communicate with one another muse a finally finds peace in knowing their love isn’t truly gone however their efforts to reach out to them has let another spirit into the home. one more more evil and determined to make muse a’s life a living hell.

[versrps]

hornyhimbos:

Rainer had just gotten home from his second to last semester of college and felt like celebrating. He had just gotten his letter of induction into an honors society and all was looking fine and dandy with pre-med. He’d hit a year or two of working once he graduated and then apply into medical school, and get accepted of course. Tonight wasn’t about that though, it was about the moment - not the future. Tonight was for fun which was why Rainer had gone to the nicest club in town. His typical home joint for a good time and was sidling up to the bar.

What Rainer hadn’t expected though was to see one of his dad’s coworkers at the bar as well. Winston Warrick. The man was a glorified silver fox. Rainer had spent nearly all of his high school life mooning over him, well between the cheerleaders he was banging and mutual lacrosse team trysts. Rainer knew that Winston owned the joint, but well - what was he actually doing out and about here? It seemed odd. Rainer just shrugged though, he had learned quite long ago, or so he felt, that Winston Warrick was a bit out of his league. Leaning over on the other side of the bar to him though, Rainer waved over the bartender. “Give me a suck, bang and blow and a screw shot.” He ordered.

He thought he had recognized Davenport’s son as he was perusing his club earlier, and as he made his was over to the other side of the he was coming more and more sure of it. The boy had stood out to him over the years, he hd heard stories of his intelligence and his popularity in school. Also, he was far better looking that Winston's coworker. “Suck, bang, and blow and a screw shot.” One of Winston’s bartenders reluctantly repeated as he slid the shots to Rainer. The older man had to chuckle as he waved his hand, hinting that the tab was on him.

“How’s your father?” The billionaire looked down at the younger man with a smile. “Does he know this is your drink order?”

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based off of this

–––NAVID IS A PARTIER. to say the least he enjoyed spending his weekends drunk and barely at home. he decided to start early this week, in celebration of summer and whatnot. so here was sitting, on the rooftop of a fantastic club, the party spilling out to the top, bottle service crowding the tables, and navid laughing as he held a bottle of grey goose to his lips. but in his state, as much fun as he was having, he was missing something or someone. so naturally, without thinking twice, he pulled out his phone, calling the other. he hadn’t called for a week. they were like POISON to him, drawing him back to old habits. he needed to detach himself, but here he was. “darling, please. come. join me.” he hummed, his words slurring as he looked at the crowd of people. he needed them. he shouldn’t have called. he’s trying not to be too belligerent. after all, he knows if he slips up, the paparazzi were close to getting pictures of him trashed, but magically it had yet to happen. he figured largely because of the person he had just called. nevertheless, here is was, blasted out of his mind. 

[versrps]

Samirah had thought she’d sworn off rushing out in the middle of the night to meet Navid; but all it took was one little phone call and a short slurred sentence for the girl to be reconsidering it all. “Fine.” Was all she said before hanging up. It was no secret where her lover was, everyone but Samirah had been instagramming and snapchatting about it all night. But they didn’t care about Navid’s reputation the way she did. It wasn’t hard to find her flickering, misguided star, he always was the center of attention. She managed to get him to follow her to the edge of the balcony. “You slipped up again, huh?” Pinching the bridge of her nose, she laughed to keep from crying. It was just another broken promise after all, she’d even almost lost count.

[versrps]

your-lonely-witches:

Warrick was unsure as to how he’d got to the club. Usually, this type of environment was the last you’d expect to see him in, especially if alone. He wasn’t anti-social, just he’d need to be dragged to this type of place usually. Tonight, however, he was sitting at the bar nursing a glass of vodka and coke, alone, needing a drink after a shit day. His Dad worked here and he’d expected to be able to grab a drink and catch a ride home but it looked as if he wasn’t working today. 

The boy was flicking through his phone to call a taxi when he spotted his Dad’s boss sitting next to him. ‘Oh.’ he smiled, somewhat nervously, ‘Hey, Sir.’

Winston recognized the younger man from hanging around the bar, and he was pretty positive he was one of his managers son. That might be fun. The billionaire wished he had been able to put a name to the face, but he spent all day being introduced to people. He smiled at the handsome boy, and nodded his greeting. “Call me Winston.” The bartender in front of him was waiting anxiously to hand him his drink- and Winston eventually took it from their hand. “And another for . . . “

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open to: men (tops if you want things to be sexual) 

“There’s tea on the stove if you want some, or I can make you some coffee.” Benjamin spoke up as the other trudged into his kitchen. Already fully dressed and ready for the day, he was nursing a cup of herbal tea as he looked over at the man he’d brought home from the bar last night. Normally he wasn’t the type to let people stay– he liked his privacy, you know– but every once and awhile someone became an exception; and looking the other over? Benjamin couldn’t help but smirk behind the rim of his mug; it had been a long time since one of his exceptions had looked that handsome, even when groggy and still waking up. “I, uh– I take it you slept well?”

[versrps]

“Coffee would be great actually, but. . . I don’t want to trouble ya. You look like you’re all ready for work and shit.” Hunter sauntered into the kitchen and stopped to lean against the counter from Benjamin. The mechanic was no stranger to one night stands, and he no longer allowed them to be awkward. “I hope you don’t mind I used your shower. You had me working up a sweat last night.”

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thalcssophile:

Alex simply watched him sit down across from his, eyebrows slightly raised in a mix of amusement and boredom. “How very dare me, yes. Living in a city that you insisted I spend my time in, anyway. Where have you been for the last twenty-two years, hmmm? Torturing someone else?” He asked, ankles crossed neatly as his space was invaded. “You may have staked your claim, but we both know who holds the cards as of late.” He murmured, watching the smoke drift up from his cigarette. “That’ll kill you, you know.” He smirked, fingers tapping the tabletop. 

“No. I didn’t. Excuse me for thinking you were smarter than to show up in this city so…quickly after your last dispersal.” He murmured, lips pursed in a sarcastic tilt. His hand moved slowly, gently taking the cigarette from between Wyatt’s lips and placing it between his own, giving a slow inhale. Once he exhaled, he moved forward, placing it between his fingers again. Just because he could move as fast as light, didn’t mean he had to. Sometimes the enjoyment was in drawn-out movements. “So, to what do I owe the displeasure?”

“I see you’ve missed me then.” Wyatt retorted, with an effortless smile. He had the ability to look at the positive of almost everything, and when his former lover had asked where he’d been for the past two years? Well that simply meant Wyatt had been on his mind. “The cards. Tell me, Al. We’ve played so many games over the years- I must have forgotten what those particular cards pertained to.”

“Well, I heard something of mine was in the city and decided to check up on it.” Wyatt grinned lazily as he watched Alex put on a little show with the cigarette. He chuckled at the word displeasure, leaning his head back and scrubbing his hand over his face. “You see, I’ve gotten quite bored. And like I said, it’s time for a check up.”

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— open to females, 25+. — connection: girlfriend. — adrian is based on the character dexter morgan, from the show ‘dexter’.

This was a situation Adrian had been avoiding most of his life, for obvious reasons. Relationships and sex had never been part of the plan, it wasn’t something he was interested in and never would be, that much he was sure of. But she was different and while his feelings toward her were just a step above the kind of feelings he held for acquaintances, he’d still let her in on an emotional level. But this? This was a bit too much, even for him. “Can we–.. I need a moment,” he pulled back from the kiss, breathless as his hands rested on her hips where she sat straddling him on the couch. Any other man would’ve been in the process of ripping her clothes off by now, considering the teasing and grinding, but he wasn’t sure how he felt. “We still have two episodes left of the Crown to watch, y’know.”

[versrps]

Penny froze when she heard her boyfriend begin to speak, and it wasn’t words of encouragement or to tell her how sexy she was writhing on top of him. She was usually open to criticism, but not when it came to something sexual; there she was especially sensitive and the fact that he had stopped her in the middle of what she thought was a good time had her head spinning. “You. . . really wanna stop? To watch the fucking Crown?” She asked down at him before rolling off of his lap, and the couch, and making a be line for her bottle of red wine.

[ofwolves]

( 𝕒𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒'𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕥 )

open to — older alpha’s // &&&

“Get a hold of yourself, you don’t really want me. I could smell your rut from a mile away. You should be at home with a good Omega, or at the very least a fleshlight.” Gage suggested after encountering the Alpha in the woods on the way home. He didn’t want to sound or act hurt, but most Alpha’s didn’t want Beta’s, in Gage’s experience. Not for very long, anyway.

[versrps]

“Gage.” The Alpha said his Beta’s name like it was a command, turning to step out of the shower. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous. You think at my age I don’t know what I want?” Winston sneered at the thought of him using a fleshlight, the thought alone caused him to let out a disapproving growl. “We both know I haven’t had need for such thing in my life.” It was true, as an older Alpha he was desired by all, and right now he wanted Gage. But he wasn’t going to tell him more than once. “I don’t think you want to make me beg, do you?”