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[siremasterlawrence]

The Movie Warehouse

It is a testing shoot part during the audition process as Henry Cavill pops his head in to the room as I wave him in the door slid in to the side and he enters excitedly with a huge smile.I punch a button under the table as the door shuts close to a locks could be heard in a mere second slinking in the background of the room and the our gaze returns to me once more. Another button is press as light balls drops descending from the ceiling as it lit up in to a bright multicolored light washing the room all a glow and I become even happier to see in my power.Alan Ritchson is the next to begin slipping in to my room as the door pushes past it on to the wall as he walks in a stunning massive body stood taller towering over me with such power and I am left in true amazement. He thinks for a second as his eyes rose up in to the air staring at the light as it glows up hitting him in the head with a eye beam as his body shuts down and I watch as his mouth drops, he dribbles and he sinks in to a deep slumber. I laugh with such enthusiasm happily throwing a fist pump walking from behind the tablestanding in front of both men grabbing his nipples as they moan in pleasure at my touch and watching them suffer is sofucking hot. We are along ones in the room when I hold on to their belts undoing them as they fall to the ground the pants loosen, they fallto the ground in insane panic as their skin goes red hot and they are left vulnerable inmy power. I force them to undress and place the costumes on posing with props as I am packing Henry in his new duds with his armslaying on his shoulders with a sexy smile onhis face and I can’t help but admire all of my work and then watch it look so glorious in my eyes. “Ok test shoot to commence ina few minutes. Get ready!” I say using mycell phone to take a picture for my self.

Henry Golding follows next in to the room as the lights calls through staring at the light his mind immediately is sent in to hyperdrive as he can no longer look away and he sent in to a spiral line action as his world goes in to chaos. He sent in to a hole with in his mind as he goes blank without question as he is total submission his life flies way into nothingness as it matters only to me because and I have fun with him as well undoing his button down jacket. The restof his clothes go flying in to the air he is left stark naked for all to see, I am in awehe is usually not my time anyway yet I do want him so bad and that is what will drive me even further and I take him in consume him like a drink. Alex Pettyfer snaps in to subspace the very moment he steps in to the space when I do it waving my hand in his face as he freezes on my command and grabbing a pair of his scissors cutting his clothes off and letting him shine with light. “Look in to my eyes deeply with love, lust, need and desiring to serve me for the rest of my life longterm without any questioning me. Why don’t you do as I am instructing you to for once no questions ask?” I inform him. He relaxes a bit as he is laying back on to the wall as he leans with a sexy expression on his face he is under my thrall for a lifetime as he kisses me slowly and I push myself on to him as we make out intensely and I pose him as well making them join the group.

“All four of you stand in the center of the ring

grab your props and pose.”

“You are the roles you seek”

“You auditioned”

“You played the process”

“You are the parts “

“You no longer exist”

“You love them”

“You love me”

“You will surrender to me and me alone “

“You four stay here as my private collection”

“I will play with you soon”

“Chris Evans ”

“Glen Powell”

“Welcome! The center “

“Stand in”

“Blink”

“Mmmmmm”

“You are thrilled “

“Rick hard”

“Thrilled and excited ?”

“Yes Sir”

“I am your lord and master “

“Yes Lord”

“You worship me “

“You are God”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Master Lawrence”

“Chris sit down “

“With pleasure “

“Glen and Chris give me a lap dance “

“A total striptease “

“Good boi”

“Let me see that ass”

“Oh God! That body”

“Looking hot”

“Crawl over to me”

“Sit on my lap”

“Give me a lap dance “

“Rub me over “

“Oh My Goodness”

“You are driving me crazy “

“You feel good”

“Mmmm baby”

“Fuck good boi!”

“Follow through it and give it even better “

“Four more soldiers to go”

“Load on to the ship”

“It’s by the dock outside of the building”

“Freeze and wait for me”

“Yyyyeeeessss”

“Justin Hartley and Stephen Amell”

“We are almost concluded “

“Smile for me”

“Let the light burn”

“Washing over you “

“You try to fight but give in”

“You are mine”

“Yes Master”

“Join the project”

“Obey me”

“We will go on the sea”

“We are pirates “

“You will serve me”

“Yes Master”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Strip for me”

“Spin about “

“Face each other “

“Face to face “

“I am your world “

“What may I do?”

“Let us obey “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Yes Master”

“Kiss each other “

“Lock lips “

“Lips to lips “

“Mmmmm”

“Take each other clothes off “

“Walk to me”

“Wrap your body on mine”

“I am Charlie Cox”

“I am Tyler Hoechlin”

“We are your ideal slaves.”

The end

[gaydivorcetual]

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

withh... billy

Im done w/ studyung btw I felt like I was gonna pass out NSMGMSM. im continuing in the morning after ive eaten n stuff. I got modt of it down anyway so

WHY WOULD YOU ASK THIS WITH BILLY. WHATS WRONG WITH YOU. EVIL. EVIL.

God. I cant even imagine what it would take... He's gone though his parents dying in a fire, that probably messed him up a lot.

I would say the way he looks when that sorta thing happens.... it wld have to be just completely shutting off. Just. Going through the motions. Wake up, eat, walk around, go to sleep. He's sorta like Yoki in that sense. Oh god now im imagining Billy in Yoki's situation....

He was kinda in that 'shut off' mode when Day furst met him. The first few months Billy was at the communal home Day never met him, but Billy was really just. out of it. He had just watched his whole settlement burn to ashes. All the people he knew, the memories he had, all of it was gone. He was only nine at the time. He didn't bave anything else. He'd never even been outside tbe settlment.

So when he got to the communal home, he didn't even speak. He had nothing to bring with him. No sheets to put on his bed, nkthing to decorade the tablestand at the side. So he spent every day in cold sheets, lent to him by the family friend, staring at an empty table.

He didn't have his own room, there were too many children for that. There were six others with him. Sux others with stuffed animals and drawings and figurines on theur bedside tables. And they all went out to play in the snow while he sat inside, staring at the ceiling- the only other thing in the room that was empty.

He woke up, sat in bed, and when evening came someone would ask if he wanted dinner. And he wouldn't respond so they would set a plate beside him. The only thing on his bedstand. And every mornung they would take it away.

By the time Day came around (<- he had been living at the communal home, but he wss working the first few mknths and the little time he spent there he just never. saw or heard about Billy), he'd started to warm uo a bit. So Day hadn't seem him at his worst, but like. still in a remanant of it.

To happen again... I mean, if peque and Day died and the house was destroyed. thatbwould def do it. It wasn't JUST that his parents and friends died, it wasn't JUST that his house and village were destroyed, it was that Billy literally didnt know anything else. He knew places outside his town existed, but when I was nine I knew timbuktu existed but I didn't feel like a "place" to me, not like where I lived. Having grown up and seen more of the world, gotten a firmer grasp in "people exist outside of what I see", idk if it could be to the sane extent but. yeah.

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[mirrobs]

Caffeine Challenge 24

Ended up scrapping the original 1 hour writeup entirely because it was NOT working @caffeinewitchcraft I hope this wholly new version is up to par. Took a little longer than expected, but so it goes

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This is the last time you’ll date a vampire, you swear. Winston Ray thought he could fool you, but you know the meaning behind his eyes. He thought his ghost of a smirk and inscrutable demeanor was enough to put the veil over you. In fact, you can pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with you. It was under that July moon two years ago amongst a fleet of wandering yachts in the Hudson Bay. The modern aristocracy flaunted their capitalist gains in performative revelry. Dawn approached as the full moon dove for the opposite horizon. Despite it all, Winston’s eyes was only for you.

Rightfully so, you would think. You had just declared he was a vampire in front of all of his investors. His very anti-supernatural investors. Ray Industries being lead by a creature they were secretly working with the government to eradicate from U.S. soil? It took you a solid three months to uncover the truth, following the trail of dead poor folk right up to the top. The scandal could leak into the public sphere, and who knows how much the company’s stock could drop!

They revealed their resolve in that encounter, practically flying to intercept your wooden slugs as you opened fire. Truly paragons of company loyalty. The PR boys back at HQ must’ve had a neat spin for why it was Winston throwing the investors into the line of fire. Something about risky investment paying increased dividends and the company needing a strong hand to guide its future, you’re sure. As to why your love-fueled duel led to the entire fleet going up in flames, well, you think that was a gift from Winston. He knew you loved fireworks!

It was a shame you weren’t able to consummate your love that night, however. You’re still not sure how he slipped away, and he never would tell you on the hundreds of dates you’ve been on over the years. Winston Ray really knew how to make anywhere romantic. Some of your favorites were taking a ride in his private jet (you had only ever landed a plane in flight simulators - though never with two flaming engines and a broken wing), the time you ended up on the same train under the Channel on the way to Paris (good thing there was some convenient scuba equipment, the Channel gets cold in February), and the internet cafe in Singapore.

You never pegged Winston as an MMO player. While that sort of game isn’t normally your jam, it was still fun to go on raids with him. The way he would roleplay his dark elf outside the raids was a little cringy if you’re going to be honest, but that’s alright. He’s gotten better about it over the past 10 months.

Some days a part of you felt the relationship was a little one-sided. Afterall, you were making the effort to match his schedule, and while you do enjoy his gifts there’s something nagging at you. (A mutual favorite gift has become fireworks, of course, but a close second were all the big hounds he would leave at your safehouse doorstep. Never were a fan of the blood-crazed addicts that got in your way, all “Winston is our God” this and “We will never let you touch him” that. It’s like they didn’t know you were a couple!)

You know he loves you, that’s obvious. His eyes always lit up when he spotted you, and the memory of the kiss you shared in Moscow on Christmas Eve still sends jolts of electric anticipation through you to this day. It was the first time you tried to dress up for him, going for the classy “innocuous, incoherent homeless person” look. He bent down over you and went 90% of the way, so you were obliged to meet him the last 10%. Sure, a dirty alley isn’t the most photogenic kind of place for a first kiss (not that that stopped you from having a hidden camera), and the way he reared back in surprise could be seen as unflattering to some, but the two of you running through the Kremlin afterward with Russian Police chasing you definitely made up for it. You were so close too!

No, the thought that kept you up at daytime is something more personal. How do you know that you love Winston Ray? Of course he’s rich, being 864 years old (born in London, 23rd of March in 1154) and having a modicum of sense would get you that sort of lifestyle, easy. And the surreal beauty of vampirism appeals to you in a way regular men or other unholy abominations simply don’t. You’ve had flings with changelings and poltergeists and whatnot before, but that was more a case of the individual in particular sticking out in your mind than a general attraction to their condition as a supernatural being. It’s not a physical thing, either, since in all two years of knowing each other you’ve only kissed once.

This is what you find yourself musing about in your penthouse apartment (or penultimatehouse as you like to call it, for not only is it the second to last penthouse in this 200 story tower, you also have plans on moving to a cottage in Maine that captivated you as a child) in between trying and failing to read a book. The singular, flickering light in the room is a $15 dollar lamp sitting on the rickety tablestand next to you. Under the tablestand is a haphazard pile of takeout boxes from at least 12 different locations and beside it is the beanbag you’re currently curled up on with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you. A clothesline spans the length of the living room with clothes in various levels of being ripped and bloodstained hanging to dry. Your trusty Mossberg shotgun rests atop a bag of whittling tools with a 1908 Holy Bible hanging out of a side pouch. In the corner next to the bag is a pile of planks that once made up the hardwood floor of the penultimatehouse.

Outside, the cityscape lights up the night. Dusk had faded away without you realizing, with skyscrapers replacing the stars as twinkling accompaniments to the fat moon. Many a night you’ve spent watching the moon’s lazy ascent from this perch.

“Just you and me again for Thanksgiving tonight, huh?” Your voice falls flat to your ears. A low rumbling emanates from your stomach. None of the pile of half eaten takeout and delivery beside you smells particularly appetizing. “Another hungry Thanksgiving, then.”

Winston isn’t the holiday sort of guy, you’ve come to learn. It’s alright, it’s not like you’re not used to being alone. You’re the one who chases after him, and he loves you for it, that’s how it works. That’s how it always worked. Sure, you didn’t get to see him for your two year anniversary despite all your lovingly laid plans.

Laying back, you fling the poorly written “supernatural romance” book (why do writers always set these stories in a generic high school) over your shoulder. It thunks against the wall before mutely clattering on the floor. Your gaze settles on the light from the lamp radiating on the ceiling.

“Even here, people still love their popcorn ceilings,” You murmur. Reaching over to the rickety stand to pull open its drawer, you watch the light jitter and sputter along the undulations in the stucco. A shaking hand finds the cool glass bottle it was searching for, and with deft experience you unscrew the top of the cheap whisky inches above your lips. The sweet burn pours into the back of your throat, splashing against your tongue. There’s a trick you learned awhile back where you swallow with your throat, meaning you can keep your mouth agape the entire time. It’s useful for things other than waterfalling booze into your mouth while laying on your back, of course.

Things you’ve been wanting to show Winston for a long time now, in fact. Physical things. It’s up there with shotgunning a wooden slug through his heart and laughing as he turns to dust.

… You do love Winston Ray, right?

There’s a knock on the door. The bottle tips back in your hand, cutting off the nectar from filling your body with a lovely buzz for tonight’s activities. Lips closing around the top of the bottle to keep the liquid from falling you, you turn your head towards the door. You don’t remember ordering more takeout but you wouldn’t be surprised if drunk you last night paid a deliveryboy a pile of cash to bring you food, despite the holiday.

There’s a second knock, a singular tap against the steel door. So it wasn’t your imagination, huh.

“Coming!” You chirp (more like a dead bird’s dying gasp to your ears) and push yourself up. Staggering over to the door, you grip the bottle in your teeth to free both hands in making your appearance relatively presentable. Afterall, greeting the door while wearing only a fuzzy blanket might get some folk unduly excited.

“Delivery for Room 864?” The muffled voice comes from outside of the door. You rest a hand on the doorknob, catching the bottle of whisky with the other as it drops from your teeth.

“This is 860.” You call back. It never made sense how the numbering system in this building worked, you muse. Maybe it’s because it’s been renovated and expanded through the decades, but you know first hand how difficult it was to find your penultimatehouse when you moved in. You’d think 860 would be on the 8th floor, not the 199th!

“Ah yes, that’s right.” The voice on the other side interrupts your thoughts. “I read it wrong, my bad. I do have a delivery for 860.”

Lifting the bottle up for another swig of the whisky, you shrug, unbolt the door, and turn the knob.

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@mythsworn

“I’m sorry - they aren’t usually like this.”  Devani burns the first incense stick entirely with a too hot flame.  A curse and she has the second one smoking nicely.  Lotus, supposed to be calming.  Appeasing.  As if a small scented piece of wood would settle her bristling and their centuries old warring.  She snarls, jumping when a book falls and moments after glass follows.  “Come on,” she snaps, more than annoyed at the tension in the air that manifested like heat.  Having two spectral beings passive aggressively fighting did not help gentle her approach toward Kart.er The blond gingerly tugs him inside, stepping over the broken tablestand.  “If they continue this, I’ll banish both of them for the night.”  That is not fair.  “It very much is.  And that is not my focus.” With a tight smile, she settles him on the couch and heats up the previously cold kettle.  She waves the pot around in frustration and blows the jasmine steam around the apartment.  “What’s up?  You alright?”

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[wolfxdayz]

Get home! — it was the only thing on the wolf’s mind the empty apartment building they were squatting at was this way.. right ?... the wolf had been a bit distracted the by scent of Cat sadly the cats couldn’t tell that peter was only chasing them to play and not to eat and he got a scratched nose for his trouble .

So now the wolf was getting desperate to head back to the den and found a window it looked open, he jumped ... it wasn’t open at least not all the way he crashed his way inside and knocked a tablestand over as he fell to the floor and began to transform back .

It was painful and he whined as his body started to twist and pop and soon a naked human boy was on he floor where the large black wolf had once been. “... is this.. my place?” He wondered out loud before falling to his side .

Emmett and the Wolf ll Em/Peter

@wolfxdayz​ 

Emmett was taking a shower and closed his eyes letting the stress of the wash away as he reached up to rub the water on his face and started to hum to himself as thought of making plans to head out to Babylon that night and thought about the guys he could pick up possible bring them home then his thoughts were interrupted by a crashing noise coming from the living room that made him jump. “Oh  god, oh god this is it Emmett, your done for.” He whispered to him self dramatically then. 

He grabbed and wrapped his towel around his waist and grabbed the hairdryer as possibly defense as crept into the living room and hid in behind a door frame and peaked at whoever or whatever as it laying on his floor and saw what looked like a dog it started to transform. “God, I shouldn’t have drank that mimosa before bed.” He shook his head lost on what to do.