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He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.

(via hellothisistruth)

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“you’re hot but he probably sees more chicks in a day then i do. he probably just tossed out whatever peppermint caramel holiday syrup they are pushing these days.”

“ the cashier at the starbucks down the street knew my order before i even ordered it; is he good at his job or does just he want to raw dog me? either way i applaud his ambitions. ”

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so the boy is not a wolf– but he bites like one. when you tell everyone he has teeth, he just smiles and smiles.

ON NOT SAYING WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN IN THE FACE OF TRAUMA, Trista Mateer  (via tristamateer)

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        “ really dick ? a simple blindfold’s kinky to ya’ ? i think ya’ might be losin’ your street cred as soon as i upload this. ” she teases, grinning as she pans a little closer to the other. “ i just gotta make sure i get a good close up of this moment – ya’ know, for the fans. ” her smile widens as she zooms onto his face. filming with dick always distracted tatiana in a way she needed – his innuendos keeping the air of their conversations light. “ shoot, ” her tone implies disappointment despite the fact that she feels none. “ i wish i could supply the pretty, but then who would capture the occasion ? i gotta let the public know they’ve been usin’ blindfolds wrong with a new tutorial. ”

he loosed a low throaty chuckle, his dark eyes bright with amusement. he pressed his fingertips against the cut of his jawline, turning that wicked smile of his on both tatiana and her viewers. “you can do a lot with that simple blindfold. i’m disappointed in you, T. i thought you had a much more vivid imagination then that.” he stretched his legs out, crossing one ankle over the other, looking every bit as relaxed and at ease as he always did. the presence of cameras or the prying eyes of the public did nothing to deter him. “now there's a video your viewers would love. consider it a public service announcement for the sexually depraved. a gift to the voyeurs.”

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Reggie looking dapper and fine af in 3x07

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“Imagine if you were the heir. There wouldn’t be enough Xanax in the world to chill her the fuck out.” He mused, with a small huff of humourless laughter. His coffee coloured eyes turned away from the bustling city’s skyline and glanced over at the brunette, offering her an easy lift of his broad shoulders. “It’s all just noise, O. Who gives a fuck what she thinks.” With a soft grunt of protest, Dick rolled to his side and propped himself up on an elbow. His body ached. After enduring a relentless week of extra practices and weight room sessions, the away game against one of Columbia’s biggest rival schools was particularly taxing. They were always intense games, chalk full of body jarring hits and rough penalties. Add in double overtime and despite their victory, the entire hockey crashed on the long trek home. He had spent day a good chunk of the day resting his bruised body. He had plenty of offers just waiting to fill his Sunday night but with a rib cage so bruised it make breathing painful; what he really needed was one of his rooftop sessions with Odette. “No date tonight.” Lifting a hand he wrapped a strand of Odette’s dark hair around one finger and gave it a playful tug, the smile on his lips all charm. “You were my first choice.”

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“ god, the step-bitch keeps looking at me like i’m a red wine stain on her $50,000 persian rug. i don’t know if she’d be happier if i was actually working for the company or if she’d still be pissed because she’d probably be like, ‘excuse me? are you trying to take my daughter’s spot like you’re better than her?’ like, fuck, a girl just can’t win. ” odette rolls her eyes, looking back to the sky as it’s bathed in shades of amethyst and burnt gold and night begins its descent. hands are cupped around a steaming mug of hot chocolate mixed with a generous pour of amaretto, the bottle, a thermos, and a bag of cookies nestled between her and dick. “ how ‘bout you? ” she shifts towards him with a grin, the bitter edge in her voice replaced with playful warmth. “ was your day better than mine or date of the night was shit company so you’re stuck with me? ”

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            no one had ever been as forward with her, let alone so PERSISTENT in his goal to… what? woo her? make her squirm? dylan dedicated more time mulling over dick’s actions than she would ever grant him the satisfaction of knowing. the room had a pleasant spin to it, and she was rather determined to hang onto a semblance of togetherness. this was a confrontation she had initiated after all. it just seemed that the equation of his comments plus the watermelon vodka was having the opposite affect dylan craved. cheeks were stained a vibrant pink hue. even if they wanted to act tough, it was painfully obvious just how flustered she was becoming. ❝ i–, ❞ she sputtered ( rather adorably despite how much she loathed herself for it ), 

        ❝ you couldn’t make me say your name like that, even if you tried, ❞ dylan boldly insulted. it would’ve been a somewhat decent comeback if the regret was immediately plastered on her features, ❝ i’m sorry that was really mean, ❞ she apologized sincerely, unable to stick to even the slightest offense to dick… even if he deserved, it really. her hand feels heavier when he drops it, swallowing thickly as she took the silent cue to drink MORE from her cup as he did from his. ❝ you’re teasing me! ❞ dylan childishly declared, ❝ you say these things to me and i just–i don’t know how to respond to them! help me out, please, what do you want ? like…like what do you get out of this? ❞

he turns his head away when she snaps back, his blossoming laugh muffled in the curve of his shoulder and the silky fabric of his shirt. tilting his head back, he takes a moment observe her, his dark eyes fitting up and down in a slow perusal. in record time, dylan’s voicing an unnecessary apology, as if the thought of hurling an insult - even a soft edged one - and potentially hurting someone’s feelings is truly unbearable. “trust me. i’m relentless in the face of a challenge.”

dylan’s sudden outburst is almost petulant. all that’s missing is a stomp of a foot and a ridiculous pout. he arches a brow at the sudden line of questioning, another husky laugh rumbling inside his chest. “that’s a dangerous question. i’m not sure that’s a rabbit hole you want to fall down D.” his fingers follow the sharp cut of his jaw in a slow glide, doing nothing to hide the amusement on his lips. “i’m having fun. you should give it the old college try. you might even like it.” he makes a show of widening his eyes, his hand pressing firmly against his chest, as if the very idea of dylan enjoying herself around him would be a miraculous event.

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he is lust. he is sex in the back seat of a car. he is hickies on the beach. he is groping in a movie theater. he is ass grabbing in an empty aisle. he is dirty whispers on the phone. he is pressed thighs and lip biting. he is moaned names. he is trembling and goosebumps. he is breathlessness after a touch. he is frustration and dark eyes. he is insanity and clawing nails. he is the pleas of more. he is the begs of not stopping. he is the fantasies that have your hand between your thighs, wishing it was his mouth instead. he is sex. he is lust. he is a drug. one you’ll take with a scream of pleasure and a whimper for another.

the dangers of dating a boy who knows exactly what he’s doing.  (via tonkinwrites)

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could you go a week without sex? a month?

“see it’s got nothing to do with if i can. why would i want to do that?”

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most memorable lay?

“ever been inside a dance studio? with all the mirrors everywhere? man, it was fucking great.”

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36, 62, 27

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

“i’ve been told my good looks are devastating. i simply can’t help it.”

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

“no. i’m not that easy.”

62: What makes you happy?

“my friends, hockey and a good fuck. not necessarily in that order.”

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

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01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for? 

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where is the best place you've had sex?

“looking for suggestions? you can fuck just about anywhere which is the beauty of it. pool tables. against windows in penthouses. libraries. on a yacht outside cannes, against the doors of a charity event.. public places always have the thrill of getting caught.”

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have you ever been in love?

“i’m pretty sure i drooled over my first pair of bauer’s.”

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fmk: dylan, mateo, viola

“i’d marry my boy, mateo, easy. i’d fuck viola and because i am a gentleman i’ll give dylan a kiss to fulfil all those late night fantasies.”

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fmk: demon, ghost, alien

“easy. fuck the demon. marry the ghost. kill the alien.”