@vagabottoms
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Behind the studio Reagan was on his knees already, mouth spread wide as Chase shoved his cock into the back of the other model's throat. They were both in this scene, models, and if there wasn't someone that Chase could bend over to get a leg up on, then he'd settle for the next best thing. "You like that fat cock?" Chase's fingers were tightly woven through Reagan's blonde hair, grinning wide as he looked down at the other on his knees in front of him. The other was all... meat, hard muscle and chiseled features like he'd been carved out of stone. Yet here he was, sucking cock like a pro.
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closed starter for @ofginjxints
this wasn't something that august was used to, he couldn't even believe that he was pulling into his driveway, bike roaring to a stop with lily behind him, arms wrapped around his midsection, his large helmet covering her head. of course, he'd never passed up a chance to buy from her, or just see her really. kickstand gets pushed out and the bike settles, his hand reaching up towards his stomach to tap at her hands. "come on." his voice gruff, his legs moving him a few steps towards his front door, pushing the door open as he waits for her.
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@lastflowcrs based on. ♥ 1/2
plot: you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital)
" oh, no, " words are muttered under her breath as steely blue hues spot the familiar figure. " they called you ? " defeat is washed all over bruised features, the unsettling feeling that had been resting in the pit of her stomach getting worse with every passing second. " i'm fine, you really didn't have to come. "
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@marshthing | plotted starter
cricket finishes smearing her baby blue eyeshadow across her lids with the tip of her pointer finger. she's noticed since working at this new place that more of that glittery shit in her eyes equals more tips most nights, and she's willing to do anything for a couple bucks. (that's probably how she ended up here-- grinding in the laps of strange men to eighties pop songs and wiping cum off her lower back at the end of the night.)
but tonight is different. tonight the trap is set and she and the other girls will end their shifts covered in a different bodily fluid. that sweet nectar of life: blood. her throat aches at the thought, remembering the last time she fed. god, it's been too long since she's ripped out one of these sorry fucker's throats.
she approaches una in the dressing room, and bows her head like a dog. like a servant. she speaks quietly. "is there anything you need me to do for tonight?" she asks, willing as always to do anything una asks. she's forever in her debt, una having been the one to change her and give her this gift of eternal life.
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@chocolatehimbos for italo !
WITH HIS BACKGROUND IN PSYCH, THEY FIGURED PAIRING HIM WITH ITALO WOULD BE PERFECT. even with the risk of not really aging, adonis still visited several of his alma matters every now and then. plus, he could always alter his appearance to look a bit older than before. he looked around the library before settling back in on the seat, turning his gaze over to the student. ❝ not much has changed since i’ve last been here. although i’ll have to check all the rooms to make sure, even the bathroom here on the south wing. ❞ he chuckled softly before opening his notepad. ❝ so is this some mentor thing? they didn’t really say much aside from me using my business and psych degree to help out some of the students. i could give you an internship if that’s what you’re looking for. ❞
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@thesoulofasurvivor asked: "That's none of your business"
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"You know what, you're right, it is none of my business." Her gun remained on the teenager. There'd been a time when Tess couldn't have imagined raising her voice at a kid, let alone pointing a gun at one, but times had changed. And so had she.
Over the years, she'd learned to scan people almost as soon as she saw them; looking for any sign of a bite mark, a scratch, anything that would suggest an infection. And this kid's marks were practically like neon signs, screaming 'look at me, I'm infected!' Still, they were unlike anything she'd seen (on an actual person) - they didn't look fresh, far from it, but everyone knew people turned almost instantly.
And so she hesitated.
"But I suggest you tell me what the hell is up with that before I shoot you."
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────────────── bare foot taps against the hardwood flooring on a cluttered living room ; courtney no longer considered this place to be home , no longer found joy in the trivial nuisance of a life that she’d built for herself within the confines of california’s narrow streets ( the life that she’d built for rachel kindsley , an identity built for herself after the death of her mother , but courtney had been juggling so many identities lately that she struggled to remember her own ) . there’s a gentle groan from her captive as he slowly comes to ────── she’d recognize that face anywhere , the latest and greatest of love quinn’s admirers . like all of the others , @obsessher would never be good enough for her sister ; she’d escaped to europe to get away from her own obsession , to create a better life for herself as a new and improved woman , but that bitch candace had dragged her right back into the centre of it all .
❝ 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 . i’d apologise for the restraints , but i’m pretty sure you should be the one apologising for breaking and entering . ❞ los angeles accent eases into speech as though it had never left , silk mask slips over features as robe is draped over lingerie - clad figure ; there’s a lack of tenderness as she pushes joe to his side , as figure drops to a slow crouch beside him . ❝ i have no desire to know what you intended on doing to poor amy with all that shit in your bag , but i’m certainly glad that she won’t find out . ❞
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@mistckesmcde
AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE WEEKS, THEY WERE FINALLY ALONE. dorian didn’t want to take any chances with mike this time. he moved so that he was standing between his neighbor and the elevator door. then he moved his left hand over to press the emergency stop button. ❝ can you even look at me anymore? ❞ the siren’s brows pushed up as he moved his right hand up to mike’s chin. ❝ ever since my sister told me you stopped by, you’ve been acting like i ran over your foot with a tractor. ❞ that didn’t make sense, but dorian didn’t really care. ❝ what’s wrong? ❞
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SHE WAITS UNTIL LIGHTS OUT TO MAKE HER MOVE ❀✿❀ it’s the best time to avoid the prying eyes of guards and prisoners alike , and ivy liked the silence that is tied to the darkness . nighttime is when she’s at her weakest , but nobody dare challenge the queen herself . rumours spread like wildfire within the asylum walls , ivy had been aware of @arejustice’s impending presence before he’d even received a sentence ; since then , she’d made sure to keep careful track of his movements throughout arkham , used her spies throughout the institution as a way to always have eyes on him . leaving her cell had been the easiest part of the mission ( bribing the guards no longer necessary due to the recent developments of her abilities , a single kiss being all it takes to have men under her control ) , fingers gently rub at the bruised skin of her wrists as cuffs are removed , metal drags across the bars of his cell , sickening smile spreads across expression as the door slides open . figure leans against the doorframe before hand lazily gestures in the air , a sign for the guards to leave them alone ; she’d been intrigued by the riddler ever since she’d heard the news about gotham’s flooding , since she’d learned about his role in exposing the city’s corruption . ❝ do you know who i am ? ❞
question rooted in curiosity rather than bitterness ; ivy had enabled herself to be caught as a way to make a name for herself in the criminal world , had an autonomy that most of the idiots in arkham couldn’t afford . she doesn’t wait for a response before entering the cell , before figure slowly crouches in front of the other . ❝ the name’s poison ivy . and i’ll be your salvation . ❞
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"oh my goodness, this is so embarrassing.." clare admitted out loud as she saw the firetruck pull up to the tree. she found herself in a bit of a tricky situation, simply trying to catch her cat who had ran away and up a tree.. turns out now they were both stuck. with her cat held safely in her arms, her eyes suddenly widened at the familiar figure standing at the foot of the tree. "uh-- do we know each other?" she asked from above, but of course she knew who that was-- a longtime crush from high school, but never expected to see them again. not expecting them to remember her, she wondered if she even should've mentioned it in the first place. / @blindspct
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closed starter for @daddyissves / based on this #1 / like this post if u want one
elbows resting on his desk as he shakes his head back and forth. "i honestly don't know what else to do at this point." a sigh falls from his lips as he removes his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. he'd reminded her time and time again that the punishment would become far worse if she continued to fail her tests. "put your hands on the desk and bend over." vincent ordered as he stands, his own hands reaching up to unbutton the top button of his shirt. "now."
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@bleedingwings
location: What's Cookin'?
notes: Night before the grand opening
Everything had worked out in the end, barring the odd intrusive thought, Marco was thriving. Abel was made sovereign and truthfully it was a good fit, naturally Marco had agreed that the Tower was the best fit. If Vivianne was stepping down, then it was hard to imagine anyone else standing where she had once stood. The necromancers were gone, the drow were at some tentative piece with the elves - elves who had their own home for the first time in ages. The senate was changing, really changing, Marco never thought he'd see something like that in his lifetime.
Still, he thought about the way he'd spoken to Sariel in the street outside his home in the days leading up to the fight. He didn't remember their discourse outside the Pyramid, and maybe that was for the best.
"You came." Marco said with a smile as he looked up, he'd worn a suit because he thought... Well it just felt appropriate. He'd asked Sariel to come to What's Cookin' to taste the menu ahead of tomorrow's big opening, he'd been experimenting with dishes for a few years now, trying to make the perfect menu. He thought maybe he'd finally succeeded. Bashfully, Marco felt inclined to admit something, "I didn't think you would... But I'm glad you did, sorry but it uh... It's just gonna be us tonight."
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wheeeee @valensemblestars gift exchange! AND I GOT MY SWEETHEART @scamoosh ILYSM I HOPE U ENJOY THE THROUPLE OF ALL TIME
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✧ closed starter for @calanmais.
“Hey, this is… cute.” Stepping inside the room, Cass had to admit to herself that it really wasn’t. She’d never been a movie fan; her attention span was too short, and the world was too full of curious and loud ideas that claimed her focus for her to be able to concentrate for that long on a screen. And despite that fact, she knew enough to admit that Hitchcock was probably inspired by that kind of motel when he was outlining the concept of psycho. Or, well, maybe she just had a tendency for drama. Turning around in her knee-high boots, the blonde extended her hand towards the two beds as if hosting a contest show. “I’ll let you pick which one you like, mainly because you’re so tall, it’s going to be real uncomfortable for you either way.” The light, teasing tone was accompanied by an amused smile; it was hard not to look like that whenever Killian was in the room. “Then—d’you think we can afford to empty out that mini-bar?” In all fairness, it was more of a tiny fridge, but the offer still remained.
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@gossipcolumn for diaz
WHERE DID HE COME FROM? that's one of the most asked questions when it comes to the incubus. he's stepping out from the shadows with a large grin on his face. ❝ would you look at that? seems like the person called for a demon and got a two for one special. ❞ adonis pops the heart shaped lollipop back into his mouth and starts to take long strides towards diaz. he pops it out of his mouth only to swirl his tongue around it. ❝ if you play nice enough, i'll share this one with you. ❞ demons normally don't share, but he's been looking for a way to spice things up lately. finally, when he's mere inches away from diaz, he drags his left index finger down the other's torso. ❝ what do you say, for old time's sake? ❞
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My piece for the @hermithorrors zine!! I had the honor of drawing Jevin’s face melting into slime!! ^-^
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