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THEO JAMES For Dolce & Gabbana Campaign (May 15, 2025)

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working at home wasn't azra's usual routine. normally, she would be in the office before anyone else was even awake, let alone thinking about their job. but with so many of her direct reports on holiday, she elected to start the week off at home. she had set up camp at their dinner room table, notebooks and print mocks spread out around her. but between emails and the usual drudgery from the start of the week, azra's mind finally roamed a bit. it hardly registered that she had even gotten up and wandered the house until she was turning the door handle into his office. closing the door softly behind her, she came up behind blaise, hands resting lightly on his shoulders. an amused smile twitches at the corner of her lips. glancing at the monitor, her hands slowly slide down his chest as she leans down to his ear. "can't say please, hmm?" she whispers, nipping at his earlobe. "what were their buzzwords of choice this morning?" azra asks quietly, dipping her head to press a kiss right below his ear.

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the only thing more aggravating than a monday morning conference call was a monday morning conference call where one of his employees had the gall to say ‘synergy’ with a straight face. blaise muted his microphone so he could exhale through his nose in peace, watching the virtual meeting fill with tiny squares of bland faces and belligerently beige home offices. he lifted his cup, sipping his tea and let his director’s ongoing monologue about 'global alignment' drift to a distant, irrelevant hum. his camera was off, already put in an appearance; he didn’t need to perform any longer. he could have used this time to review the amex statements running wild through his inbox. instead, he found himself arching a brow, his mouth almost curved into a smile at the thud and click of the home office door behind him. setting the mug down, savoring the last of the bitter heat stinging his tongue, the chair slid back half an inch from the desk’s edge. "if you’re going to interrupt my workday, darling, at least kneel for it."

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he's aware, in fact, that she doesn't like moments like this. it wasn't like it was niko's favourite by any stretch; but he couldn't help enjoying the way eva got so pouty when she didn't get his full attention like she surely wanted. such a sweet, needy princess. the question has him quirking an eyebrow, ignoring his friends' chuckles at her mild insolence. "did i give the impression you had a choice?" he asks, tilting his head. if she was going to be a brat about it, then he was definitely playing another game. maybe even two. niko merely kisses her cheek before his attention is back on the screen. but there's a smug little smile on his lips as he selects new game on the menu. "here we go, boys," he murmurs into the mic, giving one last thrust up into eva before he settles back into playing the game.

“oh.” eva responds, before a sleepy smile blossoms from the tender forehead kiss pressed to her forehead. she likes spending slow, lazy mornings with him, but sitting on his lap while he squanders his hours on video games isn’t her favourite. it seems to be his, however, so she tolerates it. but there are limits to her tolerance, ones he often tests. she has hoped that her plea coupled with her cute puppy look could make him yield, but it doesn’t work out the way she wanted it to. “what if i say no?” she asks, sending him a pointed glare that’s still playful, then. sighing softly at his promise, she nods reluctantly. “you’re so mean to me.” she pouts, before he returns his attention to the video game. the throbbing heat between her legs aches for more, so soon she’s grinding against him, teeth sinking onto her bottom lip to quiet herself as much as she can manage to.

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BRIDGERTON (2020 - ) | s01 ep04 'AN AFFAIR OF HONOR'

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MANNY JACINTO Balestra (2024)

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continued from here | @downbcd

when her last connection had been yanked away by one of the new bombshells, neoma had felt more stressed than sad. they had been coupled up since the start but now everything felt so uncertain. but ella... at least there was ella. even if she might be groggy in the morning, this was beyond worth being woken up for. the kisses to her back and shoulders make her melt slowly, leaning back into the blonde. "mhmm," she hums out softly, hips rolling down toward her touch. a breathy—albeit quiet—moan slips past her lips when ella's fingers finally settle on her clit. "you should have just slept here," neoma whispers. she turns her head, enough that she can press a kiss to the other woman's lips. only pulling back when she needs to breath, she pleads a soft, "fuck me."

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the money, she told herself, was worth pretending to be interested in mediocre men and worth potentially frying her social energy. neoma had to remind herself of that repeatedly. especially when particularly dull additions joined the villa—like the aforementioned surfer bro. at least there were the girls. at least there was nia, in particular. she can't help her incredulous giggle at the mere idea of such small talk. "what, you didn't enjoy talking about the tragedies of low tides? or how..." she trails off, quiet for a moment before scoffing. "i can't even pretend to know enough to bullshit a discussion about surfing." her eyes roam over nia as she giggles again, mind wandering briefly. "okay, tomorrow—" she starts, leaning toward the other woman a bit before she goes on. "—while the boys are working out and the girls plaster on makeup atop the other makeup they didn't properly wash off, you and i will have a lengthy shower." neoma tacks on a playful wink. "we'll perform a whole ass concert in there. we will avoid all other peopling. it'll be a delight. what do you say?"

while fame had always been the goal, nia hadn't been particularly thrilled with her first tv performance taking place on a reality show that she could tell was more scripted than not. still, the friendships she'd made with the other women had made the summer far easier to bear, and neoma's friendship in particular had been her saving grace. she let out a pleased giggle as she lowered herself onto the cushions, immediately at ease as the other woman commiserated with her. "you should have invited me! that would've been a hundred times more enticing than that sorry excuse for small talk i had to endure." for many reasons, least of all because neoma was as gorgeous as she was easy to talk to. "maybe we should pitch it to production next time: i bet they'd eat it up and it'd get us out of talking to whatever stupid boys they have slated for us that morning." which was a joke as much as it was a fantasy, really.

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the weight of paloma in his lap, the warmth of her laying against his chest, is the only thing keeping him calm in a moment like this. though, perhaps calm was relative—what with the frustrated grunts and yelling into the headset at his friends and teammates. having her so still, sleepy, and pliant on his cock all the while was grounding him, at the very least. this was her purpose, was it not? keep him warm and accompanied while he had fun. "no, baby," he chuckles quietly, dipping his head to kiss her cheek. but he thrusts up into her roughly again, trying to draw another moan out of her for his friends' amusement. niko hums, revelling in her sweet kisses to his skin. "you sure?" he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips. "you'd rather sit here than bounce on daddy's cock? alright," niko relents. his grin widens as his friends chuckle in his ears. "you heard her, boys. one more game."

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continued from here | @intimaecys

she could fool herself all she wanted by insisting she came here for love, above anything else. it would be nice to find, of course. but the second she met all those original men, and every bombshell that followed, she knew the chances were slim. there were moments when she wondered if it was worth enduring this—the money, opportunities, followers, whatever she had convinced herself to come on this show for. she wasn't sure she remembered anymore. but then she'd get to have a moment with shannon and she'd think, just maybe... technically, there was nothing stopping her from exploring connections with the other women; she knew that. but every chance she had to go pull any of them for a chat, she found herself hesitating. but now that casa amor was here... bronte decided it was high time she said fuck it—that's what this whole "challenge your relationships" bullshit was for anyway. and what better challenge than to finally taste the temptation that's been just out of reach the whole time? the gasps and shrieks and squeals of delight around them when bronte kissed her was only fuel to her fire, even if the sound quickly faded to mere background noise. her hand finds the back of shannon's neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. the cameras, the other islanders, nothing else was on her mind as she settled into shannon's lap, pressing close against her chest. bronte nips at her lower lip before kissing her again, taking her sweet time in the moment because she knew that she could.

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she always feels so small in his lap—so sweet and delicate and his. it almost makes him feel bad for surely waking her with that rough thrust, but little moan is worth it. the chuckles in his ear from his friends seem to agree. "mm, no, princess. i didn't," niko whispers. he turns his head to press a tender kiss against eva's forehead, marvelling in how adorable she was in this sleepy state. even if his cock... feeling how wet she still was with that small thrust had him throbbing inside her, need rising in him again. but his eyebrows raise when she halts and covers the mic. the corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk at the question. "can you last one more game?" his voice is soft, but it's clearly not a question. "i'll let you move while i play if you can manage one more game," niko adds in a promise.

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MEGAN THEE STALLION ON LOVE ISLAND USA (2025) S7, E15

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JENNIFER'S BODY // (2009) — dir. karyn kusama

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open to f / nb plot — love is.land based bc i can't be stopped — it's time for ca.sa amor but rather than being interested in the guys, we finally explore the connection we've been ignoring for weeks alt. muses — billie, lennox, neoma, hana

she was trying to give her attention to these new boys—desperately trying. they show required—no, downright demanded—that she talk to them at the very least. but bronte had been talking to one of the men for a full half hour before she realized her eyes kept finding their way across the villa to her. they had been flirting casually for weeks and it hadn't amounted to much. but now... while she had an inkling the other felt the same, bronte was unsure how to broach the subject. it wasn't until the game of raunchy races that night an opportunity arose. when she heard the ding of her phone, she quickly opened the text and read aloud, "kiss the islander you want to explore a connection with." she didn't even have to think. bronte was out of her seat in a flash, going over to the other woman, and pressing a searing kiss to her lips.

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open to f / nb plot — "c.ockwarming your dom while he plays a video game with his friends, everytime he thrusts up into you his friends hear your squeaky choked moan through the mic and they all compliment how sl.utty and cute you sound being so nonchalantly used by your dom" alt. muses — brooks, matteo

what a perfect sunday—the house was clean, the sun was out, and he was gaming with the boys. but best of all, he had his pretty princess sitting on his c.ock while he whooped as.s. niko was half certain she had fallen asleep, even in spite of the frequent yelling into his headset. "left. i said, left, you idiot!" he hollers, the rapid clicking on his controller accompanying the words. an aggravated sigh escapes him as large block letters on the screen announce that he's died. "fuck!" he growls, leaning back in the chair with a grunt. niko stares in disbelief at the screen for a moment before his attention diverts to her. he smooths one hand up her back before he thrusts up into her roughly, as if to check if she's awake. "you paying attention, baby?" he whispers teasingly.