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she'd begun to think that something was wrong with her. despite her best attempt to explain away each separate occasion with reason the events had simply piled up to the point where she couldn't help but turn inward. she was young, sure, and naive - she'd been called that more than once and was willing to admit to the truth of it. her soft, rosy lips twist and her eyes roll back as she falls into her bed alone and with audible exasperation. every date she thought went well never called her again, and that was if they even showed up in the first place because in the last few months she'd been stood up more times than she could count.

these circumstances had supported her new habit, her right hand clumsily moving between her legs as she worked herself up to a thin sheen of sweat just to whimper out a weak orgasm before falling asleep. her dreams were no respite, much to her dismay, dark and filled with a powerful kind of lust that left her seeking meaning from it, answers for the way she would wake up feeling. her head lolls to the side against her pillow as she shudders out a breath and sinks into the depths of slumber.

she always left the window open, felt soothed by the sounds of the night outside as she drifted off to sleep. it never really occurred to her that the night could seep in. she mumbles softly, an incoherent babble of conversation occurring in her dream, her body shifting in response to a touch. it was unknown to her and yet familiar, feather light in nature and filled with a kind of yearning she couldn't yet fathom herself. hannah turns her face into the pressure, humming softly and then sighing out in deep satisfaction as the touch traveled down her body though for the moment none of it was enough to rouse her from her sleep.

closed for my twinkie, @gravekeeps.

the faint hum of the night wrapped itself around the room as emmael perched silently in the corner, his presence masked by the shadows that clung to the edges of the space. he hadn’t meant to follow them home, not at first. but when he saw the way they had lingered at the door, their expression cracking under the weight of disappointment, he couldn’t stop himself.

it was curiosity, he told himself. concern, perhaps. nothing more.

yet as the hours passed and the faint scent of wine lingered in the air, emmael remained. he watched from the edges as they moved through their routine, seeking solace in soft lights and a warmth that didn’t quite reach their eyes. his gaze lingered when they poured another glass, the flush on their cheeks deepening with each sip. and then, when their hands drifted over their skin, unguarded and vulnerable in the quiet of their solitude, he froze.

they didn’t know he was there, couldn’t possibly know, yet the intimacy of the moment burned through him like fire. he should have left—should have turned away the moment they began to unwind completely. but instead, he stayed. watched. felt a strange pull as if tethered to their every movement, to the soft gasps that slipped from their lips.

it wasn’t until they had finally stilled, their breathing evening out in the grip of sleep, that emmael moved. quiet as a whisper, he stepped closer, his boots brushing against the floor. he stood over them, gazing down at the peaceful expression that had settled across their face.

❛ you deserve more, ❜ he murmured, his voice barely audible even to himself. his hand lingered near their cheek before trailing down, slipping beneath the fabric of their shirt to reveal the softness of their skin. his gaze swept over them, drinking in every detail as his touch wandered lower, tracing the curve of their abdomen. slowly, deliberately, his fingers ventured further, finding the warmest part of them. the faint scent of their desire lingered in the air, undeniable and intoxicating. he knew they were still wet—he could sense it, feel it, smell it.

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since they were young he had been the strong one, resolute and confident in the way he cared for them. she’d always admired that about him. the agreement he voices brings her relief and newfound determination, nodding her head along and finding herself instinctively drifting closer to him at the softness in his gaze and the way it wrapped around her with the same comfort that his arms always would.

hazel eyes widen slightly at the next words to leave his lips, a moment of tender surprise before she feels her stomach flipping at the what she could read through the comment. no guy deserved either of them … except him. she hovers in the space next to him and drowns in the tension, feels it build and build until it’s rising up over her head. the way he smiled, looked down at her, the way his digits extended to lightly graze her arm. zara can’t help the little noise of frustration that leaves her, her skin buzzing where he’d touched it, a small nod of her head following his encouragement.

“ i’m gonna .. ” her words fade away as she grabs his hand and pulls him towards the door and into the hallway down towards maddie’s room. she lifts her free hand and knocks lightly before turning the knob and opening the door a crack - “ mads, can we come in ? ”

micah’s jaw tensed as zara spoke, his gaze fixed on her even before she turned to him. her pout, the soft vulnerability in her voice—it stirred something in him that shouldn’t have. he let out a low breath, his hands gripping the counter behind him as if grounding himself.

❛ she’s way too good for him, ❜ he agreed, his tone firm yet quiet, carrying an undertone of protectiveness. his eyes softened as they met hers, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them. ❛ no guy like that deserves either of you. ❜

her proximity was distracting, and when her eyes searched his, seeking his approval, his chest tightened. he tilted his head slightly, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he reached out, letting his fingers graze her arm—just lightly enough to test the boundary they both knew existed.

❛ don’t doubt yourself, zara, ❜ he murmured, his voice dipping lower, ❛ you don’t need me to tell you what’s right—you already know. ❜

but the way he held her gaze betrayed him, revealing that his reassurance wasn’t just about her words, but about her—her presence, her everything.

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her hands tighten, knuckles whitening as her manicured digits curl into the sheet she clutches. her breath stutters at the apology, the heat of her irritation waning slightly as his eyes search and land on her own. it twists her chest, the way their eyes meet and she experiences an overwhelming surge of feelings throughout her body - a conflict she didn’t know what to do with. the invasion of privacy hurt, the lack of trust in what she had grown to think was easily the most fulfilling relationship she’d ever had. he was so many things to her; kind, thoughtful, incredible in bed. he remembered everything she told him, made her feel like the most important person in the world.

she softened against him as his taut arms wrapped around her, pulling her body into the warmth of his and erasing the space he’d created between them in the bed only moments ago. her heart thuds at the sharp contrast in his attitude now as sweet apology slips from his lips and the warmth of his breath tickles the curve of her ear through her dark hair. " ral, of course i forgive you but ... did i .. " she starts, swallowing thickly as he reaches up to gently stroke his fingers through her hair. " did i do something wrong ? " the question is tentative, relationships were foreign, the level of emotion was something she'd never dealt with in herself before being with him. " to make you look ? "

her assurance was the anchor he needed to slow his heartbeat && racing thoughts enough to regain clarity. this wasn't him - at least, not the boyfriend in her life. raleigh knew what she needed, what she wanted, and it wasn't a man of instability. the consuming urge to be with her, to have her, it had shaken him enough that raleigh had lost control, even for a moment. he felt bad for yelling at her, worrying her, pulling away... he couldn't imagine a world without her, a life where kayla wasn't his.

" i'm sorry. " he exhaled, meeting her eyes, trying to slide back into the perfect man once more. raleigh felt himself with her - he'd just never figured out how to bring all the parts of his personality together into one. the darkness, the sexual obscurity, and the man who truly loved her. leaning forward on the bed, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in to a hug even if his heart still raced in his chest. they weren't going to fight. raleigh didn't let them fight. he couldn't stand it. " i'm sorry i yelled, i'm sorry i got on your phone - " he whispered the apologies into her hair against his nose, petting it down softly. " i- i've got trust issues. it's the worst part about me. " maybe that was a lie. he was worse things. he'd done worse things. " thank you for believing me. " the idea you could hate me- or leave me, i just... can you forgive me? "

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closed for my electric soul @neonk1nk .

“ she’s really upset, ” zara pouts softly, lacing her arms together over her chest as her shoulders droop in a sigh before she peels her gaze away from the window. while she wasn’t necessarily the most emotional girl herself, these were the two people she cared about most in the entire world - it broke her heart to see her sister’s heart broken. “ we should … ” her breath hitches slightly, words caught in her throat like an insect in a spider’s web. they crept too, like insects, crawling up her throat and out of her mouth as she shivers and looks over at micah. “ i mean, he doesn’t deserve her. she’s too good for him. ” quiet footfalls bring her over to where he stood, pushing her tongue into the hollow of her cheek as her eyes flicker up to meet his. “ right ? ” she sought his permission, his approval.

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❂ VIKINGS rewatch – 1/∞

“I am with child again.”

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↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .

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ANDREW GARFIELD as Tobias in We Live in Time 2024, dir. John Crowley

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rly want more disgusting n depraved things

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his encouragement starts to settle her, her shoulders relaxing as he guides the blonde's head closer and forces their kiss to deepen. gabi pouts but leans forward too, her obedience outweighing her desire for rebellion as she places her open palms on lillian's thighs and slides them up beneath the hem of her dress. their noses bump gently as gabi tilts her head the other way, tugging lillian's lesser lip between her teeth and biting down gently as she moves to settle her hands of her waist and squeeze firmly, fingertips digging into her flesh as she emits a frustrated moan into her mouth.

she's not happy to do it. gabriela is just about the bane of lillian's existence. she doesn't know why daddy can't be happy with just her. he antagonizes her daily with insisting on being with both of them. she's not opposed to polyamory. that's not the problem. it's just that she can't stand daddy's other girlfriend. all she does is make lillian's life difficult. they fight more often than they get along. and he's always insisting they kiss and make up. but it's not just those lips she's going to have to be kissing. lips join as instructed. frustrated little noise sounds. his hand pushes her head further and she lets her lips move, tongue flicking slightly for hint at deepening it. and, well, it doesn't feel as awful as it usually does. 'that's it. my good girls.' the words help. hand lifts to frame gabi's face, pressing closer.

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" ah, well - " he drops his chin, body shuddering slightly as he attempts to not only combat the wave of pleasure at a sharp jerk of the others' hips but also the unbearable feeling of something like softness that bloomed in his chest. the pet name, the way he touched his face before kissing him ... rycher zealously devotes himself to the moment and swirls his tongue around alarion's with a possessive edge to the action. one of his hands ventures to tangle in his lover's hair, tugging as he sinks himself all the way down, impaling himself on his cock and trying to wipe every other thought from his mind in the process. " lucky me then - innit ? "

surprised little laugh is barked. while it's presumptuous, it's also true. the tightness of rycher's hole around his cock brings alarion pleasure he cannot compare to another. the way the other's hips rock into his is so sweet that he can't even bring himself to interrupt the rhythm. he simply allows rycher to control the pace, a bit uncharacteristic of the king. " most mistresses are too prude to offer up their assholes, my sweet. yours has a tightness i cannot resist. " words are teasing as hand brings the other's chin down to join mouths, tongues meeting eagerly.

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closed for my peanut butter pie @hemat0lasluts .

it’s a busy saturday night, and the open window lets the various little sounds filter in from the street down below - the laughter of a group passing by, a car horn honking, a dog barking. forrest feels something in the air though, a sense of anticipation that he cannot quite see the reason for yet. it keeps his guard up, his eyes darting around this place he sometimes called home.

there was no home, though. not in the traditional sense anyway. in his line of work it was expected he maintain complete availability, ready to pick up and go anywhere at a moment’s notice. It had happened to him already in his life more times than he could count, with the first time being the most memorable - a tender age where he’d seen the realities of what the consequences of crossing his father were like.

he has only about a half a second to react to the sound of his front door unlocking, the click shooting adrenaline through him as he reached nimbly for the weapon he always kept strapped to his side. his expectations are shattered upon her reveal, his brows knitting together as he holds the gun idly between them and tried to process the sight.

“ who are you ? ” he barks, his tone clear that he demanded an answer. fast.

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my, my, my - it was the start of every compliment he paid her, a constant and welcome reminder of where and to whom she belonged. the possessive edge to his tone, his touch, it made her feel safe and secure just as it always had. a girlish giggle emits her as his thigh flexed against her aching core, her little body shuddering against his own as she clenches her legs around his and grinds down against his thigh with shaky exhalations of pleasure. her eyes flutter closed so she doest see his hand come up and her breath hitches as he grips the necklace at her throat with enough firmness to get her attention.

her eyes snap open, but her orbs are hazy and lust-filled, glazed over with her desire as she desperately rocks against his thigh and chases that sweet release she could feel pooling in the pit of her stomach. he tugs then at the jewelry that bore his name, and her gaze moves instantly to his and the way he captures her with a single look will never not shake her down to her very core. " ah, daddy, it's you, " her voice is as sticky sweet as the honey pooling from her pretty little cunt onto his leg. " i love you, i belong to you, always. "

ren shivers and tightens her grip on his shoulder with one hand while her other ventures to tangle deep into the hair at the back of his neck. she turns her face towards his and he leans in to her tease her with the ghost of a kiss. " i'm so so close, " she coos with a soft cry, humping against his leg and clearly a bit frustrated at working with the lack of attention, the denial of his touch as he eggs her on to use only his thigh to get herself off.

tomás groaned low in his chest, a deep, resonant sound that rumbled against her cheek as she pressed herself tighter to him. his grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging in just enough to make her feel owned, cherished, and tethered all at once. he tilted his head, his lips grazing the shell of her ear again as he murmured in a voice that was both commanding and indulgent.

❛ that’s right, my sweet princess, ❜ he breathed, his words vibrating against her sensitive skin. ❛ mine. every inch of you—every sound, every shiver, every drop. don’t you dare hold back from me. ❜

his thigh flexed beneath her, the deliberate movement forcing a gasp from her lips, and he smirked at the sound—at the way her body moved instinctively, desperate and uninhibited. the marks her nails left on his shoulders burned faintly, a reminder of her need to claim him as much as he claimed her, and it only drove him further.

his hand slid up, fingers teasing along the line of her throat where the jewelry rested. he caught the chain between his fingers, tugging gently but firmly, tilting her head back just enough to capture her gaze. his thumb swept over her bottom lip again, parting her mouth as he leaned in, his voice a soft growl.

❛ look at you, ❜ he whispered, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a ferocity that left no room for doubt. ❛ so perfect for me. so eager to give me everything. say it again, little one. tell me who you belong to. ❜

the hand at her back urged her forward, pressing her harder against his thigh as he relished the way her body trembled, her soft cries spilling against his neck. he could feel her slick soaking through the fabric, branding him with her need, and the thought alone was enough to make his control waver—just slightly.

❛ come on, my baby, ❜ he coaxed, his lips brushing hers in a teasing graze before pulling back just enough to watch her fall apart. ❛ show daddy how good you are. show me how you break for me. ❜

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Making sure she knows her place <3

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grinding against a boy while making out and he's moaning in my mouth and suddenly he says "mommy" before he can stop himself and i immediately lose it. i rip his underwear off and put his bare cock inside me and ride him until his balls are completely drained. if you wanna call me mommy so bad then why dont you make me one?