looks that kill

"A ... a what the fuck." The expletive was muttered beneath a shaky breath and she shook her head in defiance. As if that one action would will the truth away. He wasn't lying, she knew it in a heartbeat but that didn't mean it had to make any fucking sense. Raya should have turned and run again, putting as much distance between her and the guy who could have been draining her blood right this instance. But perhaps that fact was keeping her rooted to the spot instead. He could have been taking it if he wanted it, but instead he was trying to calm her down? It still didn't make sense, but as tears slowly slid down her cheek like a paid fucking actor, she tried her best to put on a brave face. Honestly? She didn't do such a bad job, though he'd still be able to hear the wild hammering in her chest and it'd give her away. "All this time ... what the hell does technically mean?"

The way she was looking at him, tears falling from those big, gorgeous brown eyes he adored so much, was breaking his fucking heart. It was so far from the affection or amusement that usually warmed her gaze. She was fucking terrified and it was all his fault. This was exactly the kind of thing Dex had warned him about, and god, Jesse hated it when that motherfucker was right. “It means, I’m not – turning into a bat, or sleeping in a fucking coffin or – withering at the sight of a cross, or, like, a dozen other things people get wrong.” he explained with a dismissive wave of his hand. “But most importantly, I’m not…I’m not some out-of-control monster, okay? I don’t hurt anyone.” At least — not permanently, and not for a long time, but he didn’t need to horrify her with the specifics just yet. It would be a miracle if they even got through this part of the conversation without her trying to bolt again. “And I won’t hurt you.” he insisted once more. If she only took away one piece of information, he wanted it to be that. "Come on, sweetheart, it's me," Jesse implored gently, his hands pressed to his chest. "You know me. You've got no reason to be scared of me, I promise."

Zendaya & Tom Holland: Spider-Man photocall in Madrid June 2017 / June 2026

So much for the fairytale huh? Well, a tale it still was, but written by Grimm instead of Disney - not ideal. "No no no, don't!" The fear spiked inside of her and she shrank against the door as much as possible, eyes screwing shut and preparing for the worst. But it never came. Instead he was trying to calm her and reassuring her he'd never hurt her. It contradicted everything screaming inside of her, but she managed a peek up at him as tears began to spill from deep brown eyes. "W..what are you?"

So she hadn't entirely put it together then. Jesse couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. On one hand, her imagination could have been running wild, imagining him to be capable of all sorts of horrible things. On the other hand, there was a chance he was worse than whatever she was already thinking. Jesse took a breath, bracing himself, and trying not to let the sight of her fear of him break his goddamn heart. "I'm the guy that's fucking crazy about you." he reminded her in a low voice, his own dark eyes wide and earnest. "I'm the guy that writes you goofy songs about making french toast, and the guy that goes on 2 AM adventures with you, and, Christ, the guy who won't let you leave my damn sight without a kiss goodbye!" he reminded her insistently, because if he was about to tell her the truth, then he needed her to remember that all of those things were true too. He wasn't just the uncontrollable monster she was about to see him as. Jesse took a small step back, trying any way he could to lessen her fear. "But I'm...not a totally normal guy." he conceded with a wince. "I guess – technically – you'd call me a...a vampire." There. Band-aid torn off.

Ava could feel every single inch of her skin react to his lips pressing against her neck, the warmth of his breath as he spoke sent shivers down her spine, James had that effect on her. The feeling of his fingers teasing against her slick arousal only made her press back further into his touch already feeling the growing length behind her ass. She truly hadn't expected to be having an affair with the dad of the kids she was working with, but everything had fallen into place so easily that it had been difficult to resist. His wife was usually dozed off by this time, completely free to do as they pleased with no one to suspect what was happening between them. "Hmm... yeah." She hummed softly opening her legs slightly to give him more room to touch her. "Nothing but appropriate thoughts." She said with a soft smirk on her lips. "Cause, you know, I'm the best employee." Ava teased him.

You want to control me. You want all the power to yourself. You do. You always do. Look at me, Grace. Grace, look at me! I want you to see this, Grace. I want you to see this! Grace! I want you to see who I am. I want you to see that I am not a man who can be controlled. You mentioned the rules. There's nothing in the rules about killing a family member. SHAWN HATOSY as TITUS DANFORTH in READY OR NOT 2: HERE I COME (2026) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett

𝙄𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙀 𝙏𝙊 be a one time thing- a mistake she made months ago she could blame on her emotions and too many strawberry daiquiris after having another argument with her boyfriend. yet, madison finds herself at the same dive bar across town again and again, seeking the touch of the man who couldn’t be more different than the one she’s been dating since high school. tonight she slips in while jesse is still on stage, already feeling a few sets of eyes on her as she makes her way towards the back of the bar. she knows she looks out of place in her short designer dress, but she couldn't care less. maddy was used to the attention. it seems like she got here towards the end of his set because fifteen minutes later he’s walking towards her with one of the drinks that she promises herself would be the only one tonight. she rolls her eyes at his greeting, trying not to smile as she takes the glass from him with a small shrug. ❝i was in the neighborhood…❞ they both know that’s a lie. ❝i thought i’d see if you were playing tonight,❞ she says before taking a sip of her drink, her glossy lips wrapped around the straw as looks at him through her lashes.

She was a liar and they both knew it, but she was hot, and he was weak, so he let it slide. This time. A feeling akin to jealousy shot through the leading man as her lips wrapped around her straw, and Jesse tore his gaze away with a breathy chuckle. "Well, looked like you missed most of it," he shot at her with a grin, his way of conveying that not only had he noticed her arrival, but that he'd been searching for her the whole time. "But hey," he shrugged a shoulder as he stepped closer to the girl, one hand moving to press to the wall next to her head as he hovered over her. "You know I'm more than happy to give you a private performance if you feel like you missed out." A cocky, playful little grin curled his lips. Jesse was always revved up after a show, but throw in the gorgeous and perfect Madison Hawthorne, and it was a high unlike any drug he'd ever taken. It was all he could do to keep his hands to himself, and he dutifully stuffed the free one into his front pocket. They may have been in his neck of the woods, but there were still enough eyes around that he knew still had to behave. Mostly. After all, nobody could say a word about the way his eyes raked over her little dress, desire darkening his gaze as he admired the fabric clinging to her thighs. "God damn." he murmured, utterly shameless in his approval.

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Odessa A'zion in Until Dawn (2025)