#ft. hclysins

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"either get naked, stop talking, or leave - you gotta do one of the three. i cannot sit here and listen to this shit anymore." @hclysins

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the amount of times he walked laps around the whole exhibition, it was a solo exhibition that had immersive elements. the scale going from aesthetically pleasing to mind easing, even a bit of hands on art in a designated section. the whole purpose of the display was to bring his internal feelings to life. the only thing that was missing from the picture was his muse. skye. the countdown until his speech was poking at the back of his mind no matter how many times he had to provide an anecdote for a piece.

indigo was on his second and final drink of the night to help relieve whatever jumping nerves. if the display of his artwork didn't leave him bare in front of strangers— the speech will. he stood near the bar which wasn't far from the stage, he took a prolonged sip from the glass of brandy. almost choking on the mouthful when eh spotted the familiar face, " oh shi- skye! hey, you made it! " he checked himself for any spills before extending his arms for a hug, " you look beautiful. "

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closed: @hclysins ( Joel Martin & Rhiannon Hughes )

"You gotta good explanation for why you were late today?" Rhiannon managed to ask, keeping her temper reined in far better than she would have only thirty minutes ago. Their writing sessions were sacred to her, especially after their first album which they were celebrating tonight going platinum but apparently she was the only one out of the duo who felt that way.

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♤ closed starter for @hclysins !! (dro+any of your gems ♡)

"i'm starting to think it was a bad idea showing you this spot.." gravelled sarcasm reverberates off the walls of the dimly lit tunnel, a stark contrast to the soft rushing of ocean water that held his focus until approaching footsteps put him on alert. unmoving eyes made the chance that it was them a toss up, yet he was confident in his hunch that they'd made the conscious decision to ignore the meaning behind his sudden radio silence. he needed time to think, to figure shit out and their presence would provide him anything but.

"can't keep calling it my quiet place if the loudest person i know keeps showin' up." hand moves to pat the cold pavement beside him before moving behind him to keep himself propped up.

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she would always say that she hated the way that they seemingly only fought for the make up that followed, but really - she loved it. and more than anything, she loved that he left no choice in the matter, no matter how much she begged him to stop seeing other people.

really she was only prolonging her own fulfillment, not only torturing him, but torturing herself as she stopped her hips from pressing down, stopping him from filling her up in the familiar way that only he was capable of. green eyes roll as he repeats what she said only in the form of a question, "thats what i said, isn't it? are you just gonna keep repeating what i say all night? or do you have an original thought?" he words held no real heat behind them, but she loved nothing more than the way teasing words led to his hand around her throat, pressing her head up towards the roof of the car, his fingers pressing into her flesh. she found herself wishing that he didn't look the way he did when he pouted up at her, even if it was meant to be mocking. about to keep going with her sharp words, he has something to say first. her eyes grow wide, his fingers pressing into her neck hard enough that she thought she might have a mark the next morning, a sweet reminder of their night spent together, "this is your idea of mean?" a playful laugh falls out of her lips, choked by his grip on her throat and everything growing more unsure the longer they go, "good try." fingers find their way between her legs, to her clit, and her head hips back, teeth digging into her bottom lip to hold back the moan that threatened to escape from between her lips. he wasn't wrong; her body has betrayed how badly she wanted him, practically dripping onto him as he used his hand to guide his head against her clit, "oh, fu-," her head shakes, "i'm not asking - you ask me to fuck you." she finds herself enough for her hand to wrap around the back of his head, fingers curling into his head to tug head head backwards, body shifting forwards until their chests were pressed against each others, "ask me to fuck you, joey. you were so mean - its the least you could do. lucky i'm not asking you to get on your knees and beg."

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫. heavy  and  heated  emotions  fueled  his  desires  until  it  felt  like  he  would  literally  combust. 

the  drive  home  was  torture  enough  ,  the  crown  of  his  swollen  cock  ,  was  beyond  sensitive  and  alert  ,  giving  it  a  mind  of  its  own  as  it  twitched  under  her  touch.  his  hips  angled  towards  her  ,  tightening  his  grips  on  her  sides  to  push  her  down  ,  when  she  suddenly  stopped  ,  a  hiss  falling  from  his  lips.  he  loved  hearing  her  make  demands  ,  taking  control  ...  but  what  he  really  loved  was  hearing  her  beg.  becoming  a  withered  mess  ,  all  because  of  him.  wicked  grin  spreads  ,  gazing  into  her  eyes  ,  as  his  hand  came  to  wrap  around  her  neck  ,  slightly  forcing  her  head  upward.  "  I  was  mean  to  you  today  ,  huh  ?  "  he  agrees  with  a  warm  voice  full  of  sympathy  and  a  matching  pout.  heavily  lidded  eyes  ,  bore  into  her  from  below  ,  savaged  with  a  desire  that  he  wasn't  sure  he  had  possessed  before.  "  I  can  be  meaner.  "  his  voice  drops  ,  hand  tightening  around  her  neck  ,  until  he  can  feel  her  pulse  beneath  his  thumb.  his  other  hand  moves  between  her  legs  ,  the  rough  pads  of  his  fingers  instantly  brushing  against  her  clit  ,  and  running  through  her  folds.  "  looks  like  somebody  got  off  just  as  much  as  I  was.  "  her  arousal  coated  his  fingers  ,  before  grabbing  the  base  of  his  shaft  ,  to  guide  his  ridged  head  against  her  sensitive  nub,  rubbing  against  the  flesh  excruciatingly  slow.  "  I  think  you  should  ,  ask  me  nicely  to  fuck  you.  "

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@hclysin​ asked: “ i don’t need your help. ” (from ariel)

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Ricky’s eyebrows raised at that. “Are you sure? Because, no offense, but you seem pretty lost...” He pointed out, and he wasn’t wrong. Normally, he wouldn’t have even bothered the girl, but he’d come across her looking a little out of place, like she didn’t quite belong, and definitely seeming lost. He only wanted to be helpful, but now it didn’t seem she wanted his help. “I know this town pretty well, I’ve lived here my whole life, I’m sure I could get you where you need to go. But if you really don’t want my help, I’ll just leave you alone...”

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forever someone very comfortable in his own skin, sam doesn't seem particularly assed to get up and get dressed after their night together comes to a slow — in fact, he's got his back up against the headboard of the bed that he's just lounging against, a glass of liquor to his left that he's occasionally taking a sip of. neither of them have fallen asleep yet and he won't for a while longer, if he falls asleep here at all. somehow, he's still got quite a bit of restless energy. also partially because he can't sleep anywhere not home, anyway. not anymore. " you hungry? " he rasps, his voice breaking a prolonged silence, head turning with a quirked eyebrow. he isn't, really, but he needs something to do with his hands now that... well, now that they're past that. " i could cook for ya. if you got anything in the kitchen. "

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felix had a gig downtown and as usual - cyn's house was right on the way back to his place. and as usual, he had to torture himself by stopping by. at least, he thought he was at cyn's house. really he was across the street at her neighbors house. he stumbled through the front yard, managing to knock over some kind of lawn ornament, walking through a short bush, and tripping over a rock before reaching the front door... of the house that wasn't even her's. he knocked loudly on the front door, tilting backwards at the waist afterwards, shouting, "cyn!" it took a few minutes for someone to answer and the yelling old man that answered the door startled him, making him stumble backwards. he assumed (probably rightfully so) that soon the cops would be called so he scrambled backwards, into the street, calling out one last time, "cyn! i wanna see you!" @hclysins

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🫧@hclysins ┊leia&omari

The Social Network (2010) dir. David Fincher

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waking up in joey's bed was one of her favorite places to wake up; it always meant the day would be good, meant that she would get breakfast, meant that she would get a quiet morning with him - domesticity that he rarely allowed to seep into their situationship. he was still asleep next to her and for a few moments, her green eyes were heavy on him, studying the way his chest would rise and fall, the way his lips would twitch every once in a while, "good morning, sleepy head." her body is rolled over on top of his, "you promised me breakfast last night." @hclysins

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"i feel like you're ashamed of me." trust dante to turn a small argument into something larger, something more dramatic. his whole body turned away, only for his head to turn back over his shoulder, making sure that sergio was still looking at him even as he moved away from him, "you know - i'd give anything to see you smile. i'd walk through hell just for a glimpse, but you won't even take me out with you." @hclysins

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"we're supposed to be on vacation. can't you just relax for once?" @hclysins

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"uh," slowly and carefully he detaches the other person's arms from the death grip around his neck, "i know its been a long time and all, but damn - you tryin' to kill me or something?" @hclysins

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"look, i'm sorry i didn't believe you before - he's just not that way with me." she sighs and sidesteps to stand in front of him, "talk to me, please."

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"i-," he was about to have to explain for the hundredth time that he didn't play golf and had no interest in learning, when the group was interrupted by a young woman looking for her father - who was not in the circle of men, "i'll help you," he was quick to volunteer, fingers quickly wrapping around her bicep to pull her away, "not sure if you meant to save me, but i was about this close to death," his fingers are held up, barely apart, "so thank you." the corners of his lips push up, "could i dissuade you from you father with a drink?" @hclysins