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nooooo don’t fuck me as a friend 🥴 don’t grope my tits from behind, bend me over the counter and fuck me when we’re hanging out 🥴 don’t teach me a lesson for teasing you all the time because i think you won’t act on it 🥴 i would hate that

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PEDRO PASCAL as HARRY CASTILLO MATERIALISTS (2025) dir. Celine Song

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continued from here + @tenderflcsh

he doesn't regret it, that night when the feel of her lips gave way to the weight of her body as she climbed on top of him. he doesn't regret the next time that it happened. nor the one after that. it's just for fun, he told himself. she's just some overtly hormonal kid looking to gain a little experience before she heads out into the world. whatever the excuse was that he chose to believe, it causes him to approach her. "again." he repeats softly, more to himself, as he shakes his head in disbelief. "i might as well fix the damn thing myself." with a heavy sigh, he sits himself down at the edge of her chair, about to reach over to take one of her legs into his lap before her comment causes him to frown. "hey now. what does that make me then, huh?" he won't have her insulting his own profession just because there's a few bad eggs.

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a bright smile quickly appears on his face, feeling a sudden wave of gratitude to the other man. it's been some time since he's spoken in their mother tongue. and although it's not a skill he'll ever forget, it's nice to have someone to talk to who understands. he casts that smile over to john before he disappears down the hallway. rummaging through his bathroom, he finds what he needs and lumbers back in. immediately, he makes a pained expression upon seeing the state he is in. "god almighty, jardani. what have you done to yourself?" his voice is a mix of humor and concern. placing the supplies down on the table next to them, alexei lowers himself onto his knees in order to inspect. one hand cups john's opposite hip to keep him steady while the other hovers around the wound. "is bullet still in? or go straight through?" he asks before reaching over to his couch to grab the large glass bottle of vodka left there. "because if still in there, you will be needing this." his smile reappears as he hands over the bottle with the cap unscrewed.

jardani... it's a name he has not heard in a long time; back when bared canines tore into the tender flesh of every soul unfortunate to find themselves his opposite, back when the house that raised him kept such a tight collar around his neck that still he feels the vestiges of every now and again. it's a name he has since shed for one more infamous. and perhaps that is why his guard lowers just enough, reminded that there are some who know the man beneath the monster.

❝ я рад вас видеть. ❞ the expression of gratitude is met with a nod of his head as he slips past the larger man and enters the homestead. instinctively, his gaze rakes around every corner, every piece of laundry forgotten on the chairs or pizza on the table, every little thing that could otherwise be a threat. but upon alexei's playful insistence, he settles into a loveseat, body heaving a sigh of relief upon being off his feet before he reaches for the hem of his button up to lift and reveal the bloodied damage done to his side, hissing as he does.

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continued from here + @bvrningdcwn

given how often sofia was over his house to spend time with his daughter zoe, he really shouldn't be so surprised to find her here. but with zoe away at his ex wife's house for the weekend, there was no reason for sofia to still be here. but it was complicated now, especially now that he and sofia had shared an intimate moment together. he doesn't regret it; sofia is a wonderful, beautiful girl. but he does feel guilty about having to hide that from zoe. this thing between them was risky, but goddamn if sofia didn't look good in that skirt. he lets out a sarcastic laugh at her remark, picking up on her double meaning, as he sits down at the edge of her chair. "no no, it's fine. make yourself comfortable. pretend like i'm not even here." he takes one of her legs into his lap, massaging lightly at her calf. "what's that book you're reading about anyway?" it's just a question to keep her distracted while he works his way up her leg, moving so that he can rest on his stomach and her legs can be propped up on his shoulders while he trails his lips up the innermost part of her thighs.

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she can't be this easy. a couple of suggestive comments and her heart is already racing. she's been subjected to them before, from customers at the diner she worked at, who thought they were being discreet when they so obviously weren't. some of whom may have even been his coworkers, or even himself back when she didn't know him. but, christ, what was it about jeb that made her body shift not in disgust but in something else? an airy laugh leaves her, eyes casted away as her cheeks continue to burn. "i'm a big girl, mr hartley. i can take care of myself." however, the second her gaze returns to him, she eats her own words. now that he's closer, she feels entirely too small. he's huge, with well muscled arms that sure as hell could crush her if she ever got wrapped up in them. her breath gets locked up in her throat, feeling warm under his gaze, too warm. "oh yeah?" she asks like she doesn't already have somewhat of a clue, unable to believe the words are coming out of her mouth, "like what?"

HE GRINS , the wicked curve invasive in nature as he gives her ensemble a once over . lorraine — that was her name . pretty thing , like a walking doll . he cocks his head ; " not the kind that you needa be hearin' 'bout . " the answer alone is dripping with sleaze , impurity clinging to each syllable .

he steps closer . " what's'a girl like you doin' workin' ?? you tellin' me you walk around lookin' like that and you ain't got someone spoilin' you ?? " not that he'd be the one to do it . jeb raises an eyebrow . " money ain't no problem , sweetheart . i can think of plen'y other ways for you to pay me . "

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the feel of her warm legs in his hands, paired with the sturdiness of her body that he leans against, allows him to relax for the first time in a long time. it's all the proof he needs to know that she's here, safe. and when he feels her fingers comb through his unruly curls, and the soft whisper of comfort that feels like a kiss, he draws in a careful breath. "he wanted a night with you," he admits aloud, feeling as though she deserved the truth as to why he had come to her in this battered state. "the buyer i met with. he changed his offer to add a night with you or else no deal." anders leans away from her, but his hands don't budge from her thighs. "i should've just said no and walked away, but..." he shakes his head, his grip on her tightens ever so slightly, almost possessive. "i got angry. broke his nose. i'd never let that happen. not even..." he pauses for a second, unable to believe what he was about to say. "if the boss ordered me to."

she’s taken by surprise at the way he presses himself against her stomach. out of all the possible things he could have done next, this certainly wasn’t one she was expecting. this big, broad, brooding man liquifying below her. it becomes clear what he needs. and whilst she knows they shouldn’t be doing this she doesn’t stop herself. joey’s hands caress the back of his head, fingers gently digging into his mess of dark curls. she begins a pattern of slow stroking, soothing the parts of him that she couldn’t see. “it’s alright,” she says quietly, allowing him to push forward and put his weight on her. a tiny grin pricks at the corner of her mouth when she sees the way his shoulders fall as her fingernails scrape along the nape of his neck. she would stay like this all night if he wanted her too.

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you, me, and the sound of my fingers in your pussy on a lazy sunday afternoon

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continued from here + @thursdaygrl

her joke makes a much needed laugh leave his lips, alleviating some of the tension threatening to crush him. "no, yeah, definitely," he plays along with a grin and a tone of sarcasm, "we should probably sue for damages, or something." his smile remains on his lips as they enter the laundry room. though, it felt more like a closet with how compact it was. after he's shoved in his clothes, he glances down to her when she lets out a noise of surprise. immediately, his eyes land on the thin purple fabric on the floor before widening once he realizes just what it was. quickly, he turns his head to look out the window, pretending he didn't just see what he did by watching the party carry on without them. once he hears her stand up, he turns back to face her again. "hang on, probably should add a dryer sheet..." it takes him a moment to locate one, spotting the box high up on a shelf on the side of the room where peggy stands. surmising that she most likely won't be able to reach it, ethan instead awkwardly shifts himself around her in the tight space so he could grab it himself. however, the second he stretches up, he feels his towel start to come loose. instinct forces him to act quickly, his hands racing to grab the fabric before it could fall — especially when he is literally right in front of her. "sorry! sorry." embarrassment burns in his face, but once he has one hand gripping his towel to keep it secured, he quickly grabs the box, grabs a sheet, and shoves it into the dryer. only then, does he draw in a much needed breath like it was the most difficult thing he's ever done.

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she hates how easily her cheeks grow warm at that. it hadn't been her intention, but she can see how he might think that. "and what kind of idea would that be, mr hartley?" she feigns innocence, batting her lashes before dropping the charade with a soft laugh in embarrassment of herself and opting to clarify instead. "it's my work uniform, for your information. so i have to wear it. otherwise i won't get paid. and then that means i won't be able to pay you."

—— open to f / nb

" YOU BEST STOP COMIN' 'ROUND HERE IN THOSE SHORT SKIRTS OF YOURS , " jeb taunts as he leans against her car door , scratching at the back of his neck with the wrench he clutched in an oil stained fist .

" — might start givin' the fellas 'round here the wrong idea . "

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open: fem 21+.

plot: inspired by this. daughter's best friend or best friend's daughter. secret hookups in private sorta vibes.

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there she was again, lounging about in the summer heat of his backyard like she damn near owned the place. admittedly, he can't help but glance over to her every now and again while he worked, glimpsing her smooth legs being propped up while she had her nose buried in some book. he knew that he wasn't being all that discreet no matter how hard he tried to be. and she knew that too, because the next time he glances over, she's pulling the bottom of her skirt up higher along her thigh. it's evident what she wants. equally annoyed and amused by her coyness, dante shakes his head before he places down his shovel and starts making his way across the lawn over to her. "don't you have your own house to be at?" he asks with playful exasperation.

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Don't talk to me like I didn't know him. He was my brother. THE LAST OF US — 2.03 “The Path”

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they are over at @cannibalfarm now!

i think i'm gonna give my cannibal family their own blog because i miss them too and they deserve their own space to thrive and cause havoc on lol

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i think i'm gonna give my cannibal family their own blog because i miss them too and they deserve their own space to thrive and cause havoc on lol

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that gets a smile out of him. a small one, but a smile nonetheless. if only, he thinks to himself. but there was no getting out of his life. not with the kinds of debts he still owed to her father. but he leaves it at that and lets her finish up her bandaging job as he slowly slips into the comfort of the moment. the air around them is warm, like a blanket sheltering them in from the cold, cruel world outside. and when she leans away, he fights every instinct not to tighten his grip on her legs to keep her close. "thanks." his voice comes out low and curt. this would be the moment where he should let go so they could part ways, but he can't bring himself to do that just yet. "could you just—" the words tumble out of his mouth before he could stop them after a long pause. immediately, he jaw tightens and he looks down, unsure of what to do. after another long moment, he leans forward, pressing his head lightly against her stomach and stays motionless just like that. just wanting to be near her.

“maybe it’s time to look into a different occupation then?” she teases with that same smile, eyes focused on the spot she’s gently dabbing at with a cotton ball. she wonders if he has anyone else in his life that would do this for him—she knows all too well how isolating this line of work can be. it was a wonder how her mother has put up with it for this long. she’s surprised to hear that he doesn’t mind seeing her, maybe even wanted to. or was that just her looking too hard into it? either way, she can’t ignore the way his hands are locked on her even when she moves. they always follow. it’s a strangely comfortable moment and she could easily see herself melting right into it if not careful. “just about finished,” she says, applying a clear layer of antibiotic cream over the cut on his temple. she finishes it off with a butterfly bandage, leaning back to admire her work. “there, good as new.”

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continued from here + @thcfantasyfactory

that catches his attention, his own brows raising slightly in surprise before he lets out a soft laugh. "the sexiest, huh? you're probably the first person to ever say that." when it came to bands, most people tended to be drawn to the guitar or drums, and by association, the people playing them. not that johnny minded when his bandmates were surrounded by more girls than he was. his tastes were more particular anyways. "well, i'd say: his loss, but it sounds like he didn't deserve you in the first place." when he notices her hand extending, he quickly wipes the sweat from his palm on his jeans before taking it and giving it a gentle shake. "johnny." with that, he pulls his hand away, but gestures towards the door. "i can sneak you in through the back, if you want. just... don't let any of the guys know. i'll never hear the end of it."

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Danny Ramirez as “Papasito” in Karol G’s new music video “Papasito”

HIS HANDS?!? THE PLACEMENT?!? THE GRIP!! 🫦