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The writer let out a prolonged hiss. His nails dug into Darce’s ass cheeks as the other slowly lowered himself bottoming out. Howell’s head fell back as he whispered, “holy fuck”

Dacre grins, slowly sinking down on Howell's cock with a long deep moan. "Mmm I may be convinced to join you," He smirks, bottoming out on Howell's cock and gyrating his hips, making himself moan.

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The words resonated with the hybrid. Only for those than can think of no better way. Angel tried to think of what would stop the war. For a moment he thought about turning himself over. Maybe a treaty in turn for his life. He glanced up with a somber look on his face.

“Don’t you ever wish this wasn’t your destiny? I am forever grateful for our paths crossing but…don’t you want a life free of this? Constant violence and death? Villages being ripped apart for greed and wealth? What if it all just stopped? What would your life be without all of this?”

Angel now sitting up closed the book. His gaze shifted to his lap looking over his own large frame. The lycan barely recognized his self most days. So much seemed to change since their fire encounter. The hybrid let out a sigh and cracked open the book once more,

“I’m rambling. Never mind, the readings just have me thinking.”

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TEEN WOLF 2.06, Frenemy

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“Will you drink some with me?”

The hybrid followed close behind as they entered the library. His eyes quickly scanning for the book he was skimming the other day. Grateful that his master didn’t take his words or actions to heart his hand reached out for the others. He squeezed it as a small pout formed on his lips. It quickly shifted to a grin as the prince gave him permission to read a couple of books. He didn’t hesitate to scurry away grabbing some books he had his eye on.

“Thank you master. I’ll study hard”

He found a cozy corner as his big build tried to curl up into and began to read silently. His eyes focused on the words. He was always curious about his family. The Demi-god allowed him to see his father who he for many years thought gave him away. But he was not learning he was wanted and loved. This insane war, both halves of him hating each other and wanting his wolf half dead and vice versa. The hybrid couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why couldn’t there be peace. The lycan became to nervously bite at his nails as he read in depth about different sides of his blood line.

“Must it all be solved with violence”

The words were meant to stay in his head and yet they escaped from his lips.

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Hearing his own name, hanging in the air like a fragile ornament, felt strange leaving River's lips. Howell. He’d said it so softly, almost reverently, and the sound seemed to unravel something tight and coiled within the writer. Howell hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear it, to be acknowledged in that particular way, in that particular moment. River’s gaze, usually so guarded, were wide open now, vulnerable and... expectant. Howell saw a flicker of something deeper there, a raw wanting that mirrored his own. The tension that had been building between them all night, a taut wire humming with unspoken desires, was finally about to snap. This wasn't just a casual hookup. It was a culmination, a surrender after weeks of carefully constructed walls. And he knew, with a thrilling certainty, that Howell was the one who was going to break them down completely. The sound of River’s admission, raw and breathy, sent a shiver through Howell, a promise hanging heavy in the space between them. He needed Howell. He craved him. And dammit Howell , craved him right back.

The man let out a chuckle at how surprised River seemed to be. He wasn’t oblivious, he knew what he had. But his focus turned elsewhere where feeling River’s soft hands all over his body. Howell kissed at the man’s neck hungrily as his hands slipped down the man’s sides and grabbed at his thighs. “Think you can handle it?” He shot back just as playful.

It was a simple word. A simple yeah after hearing his name called, and yet, the way it sent shivers down River's spine... it was something else entirely. Something he couldn't quite control and neither did he want to, now that he had let his guard down, leaving everything between him and Howell aside just so he could savor the moment the way it was meant to be savored. There was simply nothing he could say in return; calling out Howell's name had already conveyed what he wanted, the way he wanted—like a prayer, a plea for mercy, but not in the usual sense of the word.

The electricity exchanged in their gaze made River tremble slightly, knowing that from this moment on, he was getting what he wanted—what he craved and had carefully made happen. The thought that they had almost given up on this night out of mere pride... it would have been a waste. "You have me," he makes sure to respond, though his voice is weak. Speaking is a way of revealing just how vulnerable he is for him, how his body is no longer responding the way it usually does—utterly consumed by desire. That’s why he helps him remove his, feeling some of the tension ease now that there is nothing left to restrain his body, nothing standing between their skin meeting fully.

What surprises him, though, is that Howell also removes his own underwear. And as bare as River is, he can’t help but notice—breathing out as his heartbeat quickens. “Fuck, you’re huge,” he adds playfully, chuckling nervously. Sure, River has been with well-endowed men before, but not like this. Not like him. He looks back at him, diving into another passionate kiss as his hand explores Howell’s now entirely naked body.

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When they reached the door, Jax could tell it was happening. He didn’t need to hear the words; the man could feel it, thick as the air between them. He was ready. *They* were ready. But still, there was that hesitation—just a moment’s pause before everything cracked wide open.

Keith let go of Jax’s hand like it was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but as his fingers found the back of Jax’s neck and pulled him forward, suddenly, the rest of the world disappeared. His eyes locked with Keith’s—no words, just that look. That damn, gorgeous, hungry look sent a shiver straight down Jax’s spine.

And then—God, then—Keith *didn’t* kiss him right away. He let the silence linger. That wasn’t Keith; he was usually all fire, all intensity. But this time, it was different. Everything felt like it was slowing down, like they had all the time in the world even though Jax knew they didn’t. His smile was slow, teasing, but there was something else there too. Something deeper. Was Keith trying to tell me something, or maybe Jax was just as terrified as he was, but damn, he was more than willing to listen.

When the other man’s gaze dropped to his lips, Jax felt it—the promise in the way he moved. That slow, deliberate pull of his body closer, until the model could taste his breath on his skin. And then, when Keith’s lips finally met Jax’s, it was like the universe paused. Like everything had been leading up to this moment.

Jax could feel him fighting it, trying to keep some control, but it was clear as day: he was struggling to hold back everything he’d been carrying, and for the first time, Jax wasn’t sure who needed this more. Him or Keith.When the other man pulled away just enough to look at Jax again, he was breathless. His heart was pounding, and Jax knew— he knew what was about to happen. And then he said it. He was sure.And if there was any doubt left in Angel’s mind, it vanished with those words.

“I want you, Jax Tanner.”

I don’t think I’d ever wanted anything more in my life.

Keith’s kiss came again, but this time it was different. More desperate, like he’d been holding back for so long that now there was no turning back. Jax kissed him back just as hard, just as desperate, pulling him closer, feeling his heart racing against his own. Every touch, every movement felt like a revelation, a confession of everything they’d been too scared to admit before.

Jax locked his arms around the man’s shoulders and pulled him into his home. He stumbled backward with the other, “mm..I want you Keith Fowler”

The entire way to Jax’s house, Keith’s mind was a storm of thoughts, but one pulsed louder than the rest: there was no turning back now. If he messed this up, it wouldn’t just ruin a great night—it could cost him their friendship. And hell, Jax wasn’t just any friend. Keith was raised with this man! If there was one thing in his life he considered sacred, it was this bond between them.

That was exactly why he needed to do this right.

The urgency between them, the unspoken hunger in every glance and touch, was driving Keith insane. Anxiety clawed at the edges of his mind, begging to take over, but he pushed it down. He trusted Jax. Trusted him to speak up if he wanted to stop, to say something if this wasn’t what he wanted. As they reached his place, Keith laughed at Jax’s question, the sound rougher, needier than he expected. He let go of Jax’s hand—only to reach up, fingers curling gently around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Instead of rushing in for a kiss, Keith let the moment hang between them, heavy and electric. His eyes locked on Jax’s, a slow smile curving his lips before his gaze flickered down—finally, deliberately—to his mouth. Then, he leaned in. The kiss was slow, deep, the kind that could stretch for hours, unraveling every restraint they had left. And then Keith pulled away—not far, just enough to meet Jax’s eyes again, breath mingling between them. “I hope that answers your question,” he murmured, punctuating his words with another kiss—this time along Jax’s cheek, then trailing to his jaw, his neck, then back to his lips. “But if you need words…” Keith breathed against his skin, voice rough with something he didn’t bother masking anymore. “I am sure. I want you, Jax Tanner.” His lips brushed against Jax’s once more, a grin breaking through. “Been wanting you for quite a while, if I’m being honest.” And then, he leans in for a kiss again—deeper this time, full of everything he’d been holding back for far too long.

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𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐬

without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favourite films and then tag ten people to do the same.

thanks for tagging mr love @ohmylcve

tagging: @charmed-redemption @cherryblossms

and anyone else who wants to do it. I only tagged my long-term rp partners cause im lowkey shy

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It’s my birthday

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GLEN POWELL London, UK January 25, 2025

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by Katie Sawyer

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Angel's eyes darkened with heat and amusement at the prince’s first statement. However composed himself,

"Jealousy turns you on, does it? I'll have to remember that..."

He now stood beside Ricardo on the same step, voice dropping to a low rumble.

"Yes sir"

His expression softened as the Demi-god acknowledged his concern.

"You're right - I should always feel free to speak my mind with you. Just as you should with me."

He reached out, fingers trailing along Rico's jaw.

"Magical theory is fascinating to me. I’m learning fighting comes in many forms, and I've learned to appreciate the intricacies of magical combat through you."

A knowing smile played across Angel’s features.

"Until tomorrow then. Challenge accepted. I will not disappoint you"

The hybrid’s thumb brushed Rico's lower lip before retracting his hand.

"How does a cup of tea sound?"

He let out a slow breath feeling tension leave his body.

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Angel's deep chuckle resonated in his chest at Rico's reminder of their dynamic.

"I have not forgotten my place. But do I not have a say? And am I not allowed to express my concerns?"

His eyes flickered with confusion as he retracted his hand. Memories of how the other wolves had cowered earlier, a sight that had never sat well with him. But he couldn’t control himself when it came to his mate. He moved closer, his presence attaching itself to the other,

"Until tomorrow, hmm? What happens if I can’t convince you?"

His tone carried equal parts amusement and concern.

"I’m just jealous and concerned. But I can’t seem to communicate that properly. Or turn off the emotion it seems."

Running a hand through his hair, he continued, his voice taking on a thoughtful edge.

"I just want to be more involved. I’ve been reading some of the literature and you're right about the complexity of that battle. High magic like that required precision more than raw power. The original spell's framework needed to be understood before it could be properly manipulated. Allow me to learn more about how to harness my power to be more controlled. By observing you work closely. And working with Thoth more often.”

He paused, nervously falling silent. Angel recognized how much he was asking of the Demi-god.

"Master, please understand. While you may not be bound by my alpha voice, our mate bond gives me every right to worry about your well-being. Consider it less of an order and more of a... strongly worded suggestion from someone who's rather invested in keeping you whole and healthy. I deeply care for you. I’ve proven that, haven’t I?"

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Angel's lips curved into a genuine smile, warmth flooding his chest at Rico's words.

"Worthy of each other… I like to think that we are"

He climbed the stairs after Rico, his movements fluid and purposeful.

"Continue to stay."

He reached out, gently catching Rico's wrist as he paused on the stairs.

"My heart, is it? Well, it seems to beat stronger when you're being yourself - playful, passionate, and yes, even a little provocative."

His voice dropped lower, a mix of authority and affection.

"But this spell... your last attempt nearly drained you completely. I wasn't just being possessive when I stepped in - though yes, I can be quite protective of what's mine."

His grip softened, his thumb brushing over Rico's pulse point. The jealousy seemed to linger on his tongue.

"I'm not asking to take over but to support you. There's no weakness in accepting help from your partner. And if you think calling me jealous will distract me from keeping you safe..."

He let out a low chuckle.

"Well, you might be right about that being cute, but I'm still not letting you drain yourself again."

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON

attends the 81st Venice International Film Festival (Aug 31, 2024)