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estherkleins · 2 days ago
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Este feels a whole-body shiver cross over her, muscles contracting and flexing when Carter drags his tongue along her clit one last time.
Fuck. Fuck.
She can't think of a time every nerve of hers had thrummed like this— had practically sang, humming, trembling like the chord of a harp. The pleasure, the stimulation choked out every thought.
Except for ones of Carter. His tongue-lips-eyes. His hands, kneading into flesh and muscle gently.
He deems her a dream.
There's something to be said about the way her eyes go heavy- lidded, sultry, when she watches him press against the arch of her foot.
Good God. She hadn't even known how ... attractive, something like that could be to her.
Carter must be revolutionary.
'Wanna fuck?'
Este needs to find out just how revolutionary.
'Or we can fool around some more. I don't have another meeting until ten. Bet I could make you come again.'
It takes a moment, for Este to fold and straighten her limbs— pressing her foot against his bulge again, for good measure — but she manages to sit up, every so slightly.
"You know— I kept wondering if your dick was as pretty as your face."
Her head tilts— dark hair spilling down her shoulder like a stream.
He's just too handsome. Way too handsome, to the point Este can't even comprehend it. Too handsome for the ugly toads that awaited him in that boardroom, of course.
Unworthy bastards!
She shifts again, nudges her toe near the clasp at his pants, the strained fabric below it.
"I would ... probably do anything to fuck you, right now, honestly."
It wasn't until Este was calling out his name, gasping, that Carter began to slow his movements. He kept his fingers inside of her, curling upward, while she rode out the highs of her orgasm.
She sounded and looked like a goddess. Some divine mythological being. Panting, open mouth, dampened forehead.
Carter dragged his mouth over her clit one last time before pulling himself away. Este was staring at him, licking her lips.
Oh. He hadn't kissed her yet, had he? Not on the mouth.
He'd have to fix that soon.
She dragged her foot near the bulge in his pants. Carter sighed, felt himself twitch beneath his boxers. He wrapped a hand delicately around her foot, holding it in place while he angled himself toward her. He pressed himself very deliberately against the curve of her foot, sighing.
"Of course I'm hard. You're a fucking dream."
He massaged her foot in one hand. Isn't this how it all started? Carter grinned, running his free hand through his curls.
"Wanna fuck?"
He placed both hands on the arm rests to the chair Este was sitting in. He leaned in. He understood if she didn't want to give it up right away. It wouldn't make him want her any less. If anything, it was an excuse to see her again. Maybe after work.
"Or we can fool around some more. I don't have another meeting until ten. Bet I could make you come again."
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gabriellereed · 1 year ago
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They manage to get the door open, and already before them is a wall of bodies — in various states of undress, chatting, dancing, sleek with sweat and glitter.
Oh!
Selene had warned Gabi this would be no small affair, but looking around at the penthouse, massive, littered with revelers, she was only now understanding just how big. The reverb from the speakers is loud enough to rattle her teeth. Maybe it'll reset her brain, or something. It'd been a rough fucking week.
"Like I said, he has this ... thing, about him, so if he's surrounded by a gaggle of admirers or something I'll scare 'em off." Selene shoots her friend a wry grin. "Just worry about having fun."
There's a snort, a flutter of Gabi's eyes. Now the woman who worked eighty-hour weeks was going to lecture her?
"Selene. You wouldn't know fun if it showed up in your Google calendar."
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Her best friend volleys back an eye-roll of her own, smiles affectionately as she instructs her to stay put.
"Let me go make sure he's not back-flipping across the balcony rail."
There was no telling what he'd be doing at this point in the party. Selene wants to set this introduction up perfectly ... she just has this instinct about it! And a Machiavellian drive to execute this idea.
"Matty. Matty, Matty, Matty."
There he was. Thoroughly enjoying himself, of course. Selene smiles at her little cousin, extends her arm to ruffle that perfect array of hair.
"I have been looking for you."
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moldchan · 4 months ago
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smileflowcr · 3 months ago
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Tiene la gran duda de si a Junho-hyung le gustará su cabello negro o no... Han pasado 84 años desde que lo usaba(?)
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fenharel · 11 months ago
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im home on my pc time to microanalyse every second of that trailer brb
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ly-kos · 7 months ago
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I am going to kiss that qiyana on the mouth
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pei-na · 7 months ago
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@strxngertogether said ; x
i'd just eat the cheese. Connor!
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// kayn stares at the cheese. it absolutely doesn't look like it should be good anymore, nor does it smell good, but a lot of cheeses don't really smell good. connor's opinion doesn't really help when rhaast is agreeing with him.
no. he's not doing that. he shoves the plate of cheese away from him, then looks at connor judgingly. " neither of you would survive a DAY in the wild. " , is exclaimed, as he throws his hands up. " stop trying to poison me. both of you. what the hell. "
rhaast chuckles at the back of his head. ' aww, c'mon, I thought it's funny. I'm sure it's safe. '
his eyes narrow. " absolutely not. " to connor, it just looks like kayn's talking to himself.
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lareinawriites · 10 months ago
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alicelillianshaw · 2 months ago
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Alice grins wide— Jack was willing to bequeath Cora to her, free of charge, the very next time she chewed her socks!
How generous!
It'd been a long time since Alice had a dog, but she figures one as sweet-natured as Cora would be a breeze.
God.
It made Alice's stomach sink a little, actually. Thinking about how much she would miss once she left Jack's house here in Connecticut— Cora, and her silken ears, sweet nose, the stairs she would gallop down, the lovely, lovely kitchen where her and Jack would always start their days. The verdant lawn. The call of gulls, distant crashing of waves.
And Jack.
Jack, in every corner of this house.
As beautiful as this home and Connecticut was, the thing that infused it with meaning was him. The one that made her want to stay here was him.
It made Alice feel strange, empty, to think of how her mornings wouldn't start with Jack any more.
The absence already feels like too much to handle.
'It’s crazy. You make collecting cards almost sound metal.'
Her lips twitch.
"That's because it is metal. Particularly if they're Austrian cards— and baroque."
And then Jack asks—
'Do you have any embarrassing hobbies that you’d like to share?'
Alice makes a low noise, raising a hand as if to fend off the question.
"Well..."
Well!
"Okay, this is— this is really stupid, compared to collecting vintage cards, but when I was in junior high I got really into paper-mache stuff."
Alice winces.
"Uh— particularly masks, so my poor parents had to deal with me during my Phantom of the Opera phase, leaving masquerade masks around the house in various stage of drying and decoration, paint and glitter and weird jester fabrics..."
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Embarrassing! Weird! Messy— wet, sticky strips of newspaper plastered everywhere.
"It was all very odd. I don't have a good excuse."
Despite his teasing about selling Cora off, Jack was pleased to hear that Alice would go to great lengths to purchase her. Predatory loans, even. Jack smiled, charmed at how quickly Cora and Alice seemed to get along. Jack could hear Cora in the mornings, nails pattering on the hardwood floors upstairs, gently stepping outside of Alice’s door to see if she was awake. Jack would have to guide her away, very quietly, but he thought it was very sweet.
Jack felt the same as Cora, apparently. In the mornings, before his workouts, he wondered how long it would be until he could see Alice again. How long before she was awake.
“Well. The next time she chews on my socks, I will give her to you for free.”
And whose fault was it for leaving his socks lying around? Well. That was beside the point.
Jack laughed at the mention of esoteric art dealers. Somehow, she made card collecting sound very cool, which was clearly not the case. If fifteen minutes ago hadn’t happened — Jack might’ve made a joke about drug connections and cocaine dealers. It was best he steered away from that subject.
“It’s crazy. You make collecting cards almost sound metal.”
Jack smiled at Alice, finding it difficult to look at anything but her. Somehow, he managed to avert his gaze, and his eyes found their way back to the aces on the table.
“Do you have any embarrassing hobbies that you’d like to share?”
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arcanegifs · 3 months ago
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#act 3 cait will never beat the prince!caitlyn allegations
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mercymaker · 1 year ago
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You are perfect, every time.
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nerves-nebula · 6 months ago
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AND WITH THAT THE GIRL FRIEND GROUP IS COMPLETE. Etik with her two nervous and misunderstood friends <3
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ortizselene · 1 year ago
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She was doing really great.
It sits inside Selene like a hot stone— warm, but heavy, the joy to hear Kaia was doing well, the knowledge she had missed so much in her life, the anxious twist at the circumstances the two women would be reuniting under.
Could Kaia have ever predicted this? Selene engaged, poised to take the Kennedy name? Kane. Out of all her brothers.
Selene attempts to wash the heaviness with another sip of her drink.
'Well. I’ll be forty before you know it, so. Be careful.'
Christ!
There's an immediate strain to her voice.
"Don't say that."
Jesus. Ten years from now, and what, they'd be forty? Wasn't it just last year she was eighteen— sharp elbows, unruly hair, still growing into the figure of a woman?
Look at Selene now; still under her father's thumb. So much so she was about to chain herself to a loveless marriage, something that would rankle at her daily, hourly, rub a deep wound that would be impossible to ever heal?
Ten years from now, and it is utterly impossible to imagine herself happy.
Selene's eyes slide over to Kieran, his hand curled around her glass, and it's like an immediate balm.
You should order whatever you want.
There's no etiquette here.
Just like with the drink. So immediate from Kieran, so relaxed; Selene should do what she wants.
'I’m starving. I didn’t realize how badly.'
"That's true." A beat, and her eyes fall back on one of the garnishes of the sandwich: caramelized onions. "We are ... supposed to be the future. We should be blazing a trail when it comes to work lunches."
She smiles at Kieran; something decidedly soft. Gentle at the corners of her mouth.
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Selene didn't realize it, but it was the same smile she wore in the dining hall; when Kieran would arrive late from practice, and she got to witness his obvious joy at the realization Selene had pilfered four slices of garlic bread for him.
"You could just do the roast meal. It's practically an entire thanksgiving dinner."
It sounded good; something Selene's family might have cooked if there wasn't such a clinical distance between her siblings and parents.
Their salads arrive, and she finds her eyebrows climbing. The beets are expertly sliced, cut thin as a sheet of paper, the balsamic glaze is drizzled with all the purposeful chaos of a Pollock. Even Kieran's salad, the greens and garden vegetables looked crisp and incredible.
Kieran allows her to order first; Selene eyes the sweat trickling down the glass of her margarita, and fuck it.
"Can I get the pomme frites, please. And... the grilled sirloin sandwich?"
Why not, after all? She turns to Kieran, raising her eyebrows. Honestly, she'd probably cheer if he ordered half the menu, or if ordered nothing but dessert, ordered seven more drinks for himself. Their fathers may have arranged this lunch, but they didn't have to talk about business, and they didn't have to do anything other than what they wanted.
There it was again. That aching in his chest, the flood of nostalgia when Selene said Kaia had star quality. Even if Kieran was indirectly upset with Selene for being engaged to his brother, something that he hadn’t really come to terms with yet, he couldn’t ever hate her. The minute that he tried, he’d remember the kindness that she’d shown to Kaia during a time that was already difficult and complicated for her. The only child left at home. One brother, hours away at college, and the other rarely ever showed his face.
But Selene. Selene had been that glimmer of hope for Kaia, the warm older sister that she never had. Kieran could never hate Selene for that, no matter how much time had passed, no matter who she married.
“Yeah. She’s doing really great.”
Kieran watched as Selene took a sip of the drink, remarking moments before that the ADEA didn’t apply to him. He wasn’t forty yet, but he was getting closer every day.
“Well. I’ll be forty before you know it, so. Be careful.”
And then Kieran wondered. Forty. Where would Selene be? With Kane’s children at that point? Would Kieran have any of his own?
No. No, enough, he told himself. He was spiraling. Every time she said something, he spiraled even further, and each time, it was hard to climb back out.
He took a large sip of the alcohol before reading through he menu. Selene mentioned pomme frites, or a sandwich, and Kieran had absolutely no issue with either. They both sounded really good. He was craving the steak sliders, maybe with asparagus or fries or mashed potatoes on the side. They sounded so good.
“You should order whatever you want. There’s no etiquette here.”
Not with me, he wanted to say.
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“I’m starving. I didn’t realize how badly.”
Kieran thought back to college, and his remarkable ability to inhale anything that was placed in front of him. Burgers, salads, pizzas, burritos. That hadn’t changed. Kieran still enjoyed a good meal, a big meal. He remembered always picking the leftovers off of Selene’s plate before sheepishly turning to her, asking, “are you going to eat this later…?” She was always kind enough to let him have the leftovers.
Thankfully, the server arrived with their salads, asking if the pair was ready to order their entrees.
He looked to Selene, letting her decide if they needed more time.
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estarion · 2 months ago
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his favourite colour isn’t red, btw. it's blue. on this blog, red is almost exclusively associated with his corruption arc in the past, and the continuation of that in the present. ( if he ascends, everything about him becomes unapologetically red and there is no going back to blue. )
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sunandflame · 16 days ago
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Ik you said you don’t have TikTok but you HAVE to watch this
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdP9AJdD/
Peter Steele… what a wonderful and beautiful man he was. Rest in peace. His aesthetic—and especially those eyes—fit Rob Lucci so well. Though I might have to disappoint a few people: Rob Lucci wasn’t actually inspired by Peter Steele, but by Harvey Keitel in Taxi Driver. All of them are incredibly handsome men in their own right… (especially Lucci).
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sans-guy · 1 year ago
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Oh sure boy howdy do I love not having any sort of set desire towards anything/one
“Taken circa September 14th, 2015 11:59pm”
sans was my first fictional crush and believe me it was Really bad
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