#my two moods

Hercules (1997)

themayorfinch‌

Oh how she knew, the rush it would give him to wrap those long fingers around her pale throat and take back the power her undeniable sexuality stole from him. She was the dark reflection of himself and she knew that made her irresistible to him. A fact that made him irresistible to her. Corners of her lips curling up at the way he all but exhaled her name, her groan reverberating off the webbing between his thumb and his fore finger as his grip took hold. Without resistence she followed the pull of his hand beneath her chin, lips parted as he handled her roughly like a hated toy, and oh fuck how she loved it. Hands flat on the desk when he’d left him, she wriggled herself back against him with a teasing grin and a throaty noise. “That’s the point.” Teasing herself as much as him, in that moment her craving to feel him was undeniable, her entire body aching with the itch for him that he’d taken far too long to feed. Turning her head to look over her shoulder at him, she over enunciated yet another word, but this one was chosen and spoken as a plea, designed to hit him like a shot of pure cocaine to the blood stream. “Please.”

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Michelle Trachtenberg

ms-chana-adelberg‌:

“You’ve done amazing at not actually having to work. I’m impressed. You really have to tell me your secrets. Better yet how about writing a book? I’m sure it would be a best seller,” she joked. “You are always welcome at my place. Just don’t tell my Bubbe what you do for a living. She still thinks you’re a sweet young lady. My brothers need all the good PR when it comes to this town. I love them but sometimes I wonder how they manage to get into so much trouble.”

“You know what. I should write a fucking book, it would fly off those shelves. I’ve had an insane life.” Shaking her head with a laugh, Grace lifted a brow and snorted at the thought that anyone on the planet could think she was a sweet young lady. Then again, Grace had never been anything but bright smiles to the woman who had always been so kind to her. “Yeah, yeah. You know I’d never do anything to upset Bubbe. As for all those brothers, if you need to get them out of the house send them to mine. We’ll probably just be partying over there until we can get back to work on the club. You should come too.”

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He was a good man, or he wanted to be, but oh to be the one to coax from him that dark snake inside with such ease was a delicious power that fed her. A porcelain succubus in denial of the attachment grown to her prey. Her name, a sharp intake of air formed into it’s sound, rippled along her spine like electricity, and the yank of hair pulled her away with a gasp of her own. Fingers pulling nails from his skin to ghost down the inside of thighs, wickedness painted her grin as kept their gazes locked. “Make me.” Each syllable enunciated to draw his attention to lips stained scarlet with lipstick and blood, pale fingers lifted to take his free hand, pulling it to her throat and leaning into the knook between index and thumb.

arabellamua‌:

“He’s an alright guy…or whatever..so could’ve gotten stuck with a worse one” Ari mumbled as she worked on her own pile of snow. “Although it’s pretty weird finding that information out after I’ve fucked him”

“He’s a fucking nerd is what he is. I used to bully him in school, which I guess fits with the whole ‘big sister’ bullshit, but fuck that.” Making a face, Grace shook her head and picked up her shovel to start to work as the other dancers started to show up to help. “Fuck, think how I felt when he showed up at my fucking door and told me the news. I’ve never had family in my fucking life.”

talentedscout‌:

“As enticing as all you can drink sounds- and you know me, I’m keeping a flask in my back pocket just to get through all this fucking cold- I’m afraid I gotta pass.” Scout shrugs, taking a drag from their cigarette, “my digs are in the trailer park so if I don’t get to work un-earthing and flood proofing the place all I’m gonna have to live in is a big old bathtub full of water ruined makeup.” 

“Well shit, they got crews and shit over there trying to dig it out, so I doubt there’s much you can do.” Rolling her eyes at the lack of help, Grace sighed and waved it off. “Fuck, no, I fucking get it. But once you finish water proofing your shit you should come back and party with us. You are on the payroll now. Don’t worry about your make up and shit, I’ll replace what gets ruined. Can’t have my fucking make up artist not having any fucking make up.”

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Michelle Trachtenberg

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Even the chill of the raging blizzard outside couldn’t compete with the smelting levels of heat that was radiating off of them and their near violent levels of desperate passion that came with each time he tried to push her away and each time that he failed. His voice speaking her name never failed to send ripples of electricity down her spine, adding to the famished hunger with which she swallowed every since of his cock that she could manage to take down her throat while massaging the sensitive underside with the constant stroking of her tongue. The curling of long, elegant fingers into her hair with such possessive firmness only increased her enthusiasm as large steely grey eyes drank in every shift of pleasure in his face like shots of pure ecstasy to the bloodstream. Only in these moments, when affection and adoration could seep through, masked and painted with lust and desire just enough to seep away the vulnerability, her fingers curling nails into the back of his thighs as she all but made out with him, making her goal to knock the knees out from beneath him with just her mouth alone.

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