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@wexhappyxfew​ requested any Joe Liebgott from me, if I wanted to.. and how can a woman like me possibly say no to Joe? ❤️

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this was ridiculous, her father’s business had nothing to do with her. she’d said as much when this beast had grabbed her and dragged her kicking and screaming back to his lair. not that he’d bothered to listen, nadia figured he was banking on her father’s love her making him back off. it was a smart bet, and she was sure that her father was beside himself with worry as he realized what had happened. 

at least she certainly hoped so. nadia had no intentions on being dragon food. “this is bullshit and you know it—fucking let me go you ass!” she snapped, the heat from his touch giving her a moments worry before she lashed out and let her fist fly through the air to crack against his jaw in an effort to get away from him. it did more damage to her than it likely did him, her hand was aching from the impact, the pain radiating up her arm as she cradled her hand to her chest with a scowl. 

            wasn’t this what human men had done throughout the centuries? take out their issues with one another through the women in their lives? alexander had been alive for so long now that sometimes, the only form of entertainment that offered any amount of amusement was melding into the human societies, watching them, observing all the fucked up shit that they got up to, while still claiming that the real monsters were creatures like him: nadia’s father wanted a monster, so alex would become one.                  nadia was putting up more of a fight than alexander had initially believed she would, and for that, he could give her credit. the punch, however, hurt no more than the flutter of a insect’s wings against his skin; alex caught nadia’s wrist, pulling it away from her chest, burning hot, molten lava fingertips wrapped around the petite limb. with his other hand, alexander encircled nadia’s throat, tampering the heat but allowing an excess in pressure. not enough to kill her, surely, but it would hurt. “i do hope that eventually you’ll learn your manners, otherwise i am perfectly content to teach you shit the hard way.” alexander’s teeth were bared, pointed and fanged. 

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Tati Gabrielle as Prudence Night in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina ( 2018 - )

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Sgt. R.V. Burgin

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codependent siblings sitting on each others laps while with friends (◠‿◠)

codependent siblings taking care of each other and defending one another (◡‿◡)

codependent siblings sharing a bed after the nightmares wakes one of them (◕‿◕)

codependent siblings FUCKING EACH OTHER HARD INTO THE MATTRESS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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ZOË KRAVITZ & TESSA THOMPSON at the 2021 Met Gala | September 13, 2021

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You scary, beautiful man.

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filthysins​:

samantha was sure she looks very much like a deer caught in the headlights when the demon appears in her room. “what the fuck?” it was the only thing she could utter in the moment, shock and disbelief evident on her features as she tried to make sense of the fact that the summoning ritual she’d done on a dare actually worked. shit like this wasn’t supposed to work outside of movies and television shows. yet here she was standing in her bedroom with a demon standing there where no one had been a mere second ago. 

“i—i uh…i think there must be some type of misunderstanding.” samantha stuttered out, knowing she should likely put some distance between her and the other before things got even more out of hand. despite that samantha was rooted to the spot, breath shaky as she felt the red hot blush creeping up her neck as she tried to keep her eyes from flickering down to the other’s lips as they brushed against her own. “and who-who says i’m a virgin?” samantha felt stupid as soon as she said it, everyone knew that she was, and according to the instructions she’d followed to pull this summoning off her being a virgin was an important part of the ritual. 

                the human is admittedly adorably confused, conflicted, surprised that the summoning she had done had actually worked. it always amused mary, just how often mortals believed that their actions would have no consequences even though they’d preformed the ritual to a tee, perfectly and hopefully. mary was pleased at the fact that she finally freed once again, and was eager to find the reason behind her summoning, even if it had solely been perpetuated by a fickle mind seeking some kind of thrill. 

                 “misunderstanding? what could i possibly be misunderstanding, sweet face? here i was, minding my own business in hell and the next thing i know i’m up here with you, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and virginal blood.” mary licked her lips, close enough to samantha that she’d probably wettened the other woman’s as well as her own; as was intended. draw the shy girl out of her shell. “i can smell it on you, pet. you can’t lie to this nose. i’ve taken and been taken by enough virgins to know what you smell like, sweet like the ripest fruit. mine for the taking.” 

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FIONA GALLAGHER SHAMELESS | 2011-2021

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their relationship hadn’t started the best, mostly due to finley taking issue with her father’s choice to remarry and choosing someone closer in age to her than himself. at least that had been the excuse that finley had been using to mask the fact that even before the marriage finley had been attracted to amelia in a way that was extremely rare for her. it made it all so frustrating having to watch her fawn and dote on her father while feeling that the woman would be much happier and better suited to her. 

imagine her surprise when one thing had led to another and now the two women were caught in some illicit affair that would likely rip the family apart if anyone were to ever find them out. “shh, it’s our little secret. just let me give you what you need.” she murmured, moving in close enough that her words were whispered against amelia’s mouth as a hand slid into the woman’s panties to seek out the other’s heated core, fingers growing slick from the wetness waiting for her there.

                amelia’s marriage to finley’s father was a marriage born of convenience, not love. she needed comfortable and he brought her that, brought her the ability to no longer fret about her finances, where she was going to get her next meal; she could work for pleasure instead of out of need, which was something she desperately needed. amelia hadn’t taken into account that her new husband might have a daughter, let alone a daughter who was exactly her type--at least, before her type was based on money instead of actual attraction. 

               it was hard to resist finley when she was so close, so amicable to her affections, which had be hidden under the guise of mother doting but fell far short from it, just an excuse to shift her attentions from finley’s father to the young woman herself. amelia’s couldn’t hide the way she trembled, needy, desperate to have finley’s hands on her. a soft moan escaped as far as finley’s lips, thighs spreading just enough to give room for finley to touch her. “please, fin. i need you.” 

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The 2019 Met Gala || Gemma Chan

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carmen had always known that there would be risks that came along with being with frank, she also knew that the man would raise hell to protect her and go on an absolute warpath. carmen had warned the men that they were making a mistake. advised them against sticking around because clearly their boss didn’t value them if they were putting them in between her and frank. her warnings were met with laughter, and so carmen resigned herself to simply waiting for the inevitable. 

the first sign of his arrival was the sound of gunshots suddenly ringing through the air, then came the shouts, and screams of anguish that were swiftly quieted. carmen could only sigh, assuming that frank was making a mess of the men trying to stop him and take him out. clearly they had meant for her to either be bait or attempt to use having her as some form of leash to control the man. a stupid miscalculation on their part, and now they were all paying the price. several minutes later the man finally made his way to the room, the shotgun blast was deafening for a moment stunning her briefly as she raised a hand to rub at her ear as frank approached to give her a once over. 

“i’m fine, i think i did more damage to myself when i punched one of them when they first tried to grab me.” of course she had put up a fight, her knuckles showed the proof of it, and other than a dull aching in her jaw from getting hit back the woman was mostly fine. not even frank’s bloody hands smearing crimson against her skin could change that. “are you okay, you aren’t hurt are you?” the question rushed from her lips once she had actually gotten a good look at him, so much blood and she wasn’t sure if any of it was his or not. 

                frank cared little for the mess that he was leaving behind, nor about the lives that he was taking. once his sights were set on violent ends for the violent delight that he had allowed himself, there was nothing holding him back from exacting revenge as he saw fit if it meant that carmen would be safe in his arms by the end of it. gray mortality aside, once you got between frank and someone he loved, you were bound to be six feet under and a feast for the worms wiggling amidst the soil of your grave. blood coated his features, was splattered against his chest and slicked his fingertips; rivers of blood, so much so that his eyeballs were stained with the dark red liquid, vision red in both a metaphorical and literal sense. 

               “y’hurt yourself?” frank repeated, lifting the hand in question to inspect it with his disjointed vision. it wasn’t too bad, not as bad as the men that lay dead as a sacrifice around her and throughout the building, but it pained frank nonetheless. he pressed his bloodied lip to the bruises, an attempt to soothe the injury. his lips quirked in amusement as carmen deigned to ask if he was okay, covered in blood that he was, none of it was his own. “’m fine, carmen. nothin’ that i can’t walk off.” frank freed his beloved from her bondage before lifting her into his arms, bridal style, numb to the carnage he’d left as he moved toward the exit. “i’ve got you, baby. you’re safe.” were the words for carmen’s benefit or his own? 

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