#[idk what happened here :')]

[berrysquared]

just cactus ring things ya know

[r3nblade]

teasing

[xlovz]

[mothlau]

franco/alex 7

DISCLAIMER!!!!!! this is NOT an educational portrayal of hypnokink, do NOT take anything from this, the vibes here are lowkey foul and toxic and NOT what hypno is about!!!!! but anyway the vibes are rancid with this one but :3 it's fun :3 (kink meme here)

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Singapore is hot; every year it's getting worse and Alex finds it harder to go through with it. This year… This year it started out fine, great even! Until Franco decided to dive-bomb him out of nowhere.

Alex saw red, as soon as he realized what Franco was trying to do. That was until he saw the replays, watched his and Franco’s on-boards both. Alex knows that it was just hard racing, a bit desperate, drowned in a desire to prove himself, but that doesn’t make it easier to swallow. The man is still upset; they were working so well together, the taste of betrayal that much more sour in his mouth.

“Franco!” He calls out to the younger man, eyes like a hawk as the boy turns and smiles at him, as soon as he finds Alex in the crowd. He’s still in his suit, sweat clinging to his hair line. Had Alex been kinder, he may have allowed him to go change, shower and refresh after the race. But he just… he can’t. He needs to deal with this now.

His eyes are barely visible from how wide his grin is. Big and genuine, enough to almost make Alex feel bad. Except, he's on a mission and he's not about to feel bad when Franco was the one to ruin his race.

“Alex!” Franco greets him back, going in for the hug as soon as Alex is close enough. “We good, right? No hard feelings?”

Alex smiles, it’s hard not to when Franco is looking up at him, all wide eyes and flushed face. “Of course, mate. It’s just racing! I would’ve done the same!”

That seems to ease the younger, body visibly deflating in Alex’s arms. His forehead comes to rest on Alex’s shoulder, the pressure brief before he’s quickly pulling back and stepping away from him.

“I’m so glad,” he says, voice slightly hushed. “I really thought you would hate me when I was stepping out of the car.”

“No, Franco, I–” Alex sighs, closing his eyes to stop himself from rolling them. “I couldn’t hate you over that. Like I said, it was hard racing.”

Eyes still closed, he can’t see the smile that spreads across Franco’s face, but he can hear it in his voice. “I’m happy then. I will go change, then we can meet and talk. If you want!”

“Actually, Franco!” Alex rushes to stop the young man just before he can turn around and leave towards his driver room. It’s now or never. “You remember how we played last time?” Franco’s face turns red just at the mention. “We should do it again, yes? Tonight. To… strengthen our bond, yes?”

Franco is quick to agree, of course he is. He’s nodding so fast that for a moment Alex worries he will hurt himself. It pulls at his heart, but still Alex will not give in.

“Yes! I will come to your room! But first, a shower!”

The older watches him go, and then, after he gathers himself again, Alex turns to leave as well. He has things to get ready, after all, they’re in for a long night.

–

Alex has no reason to feel nervous, yet here he is: hands sweaty, foot bouncing up and down as he tries to relax on the hotel bed. It’s not working, it hasn’t worked for the past half hour, but still he tries.

He’s made the bed fluffy, just how Franco likes it; made sure to ask for more pillows and an extra blanket. He’s set the temperature higher, still for Franco to feel more comfortable, but Alex is starting to get nervous. He blames it on having cooled down, on not being as angry as he was after he DNF-ed. Perhaps he should’ve just taken Franco to his room right then, to make the boy regret his actions before the guilt could take root.

There’s a knock on his door, shy and slightly unsure.

It’s too late now.

Alex stands up, goes to open the door, lets Franco in without saying anything. The boy looks so young in his oversized hoodie, hood pulled to cover his hair, face mask covering his mouth and nose. When he pulls them off, Alex can’t help the way his breath catches in his throat.

He’s about to ruin him.

“Come, sit on the bed,” he urges Franco, making sure the door is locked before he can pay attention to the young man. Franco is already perched on top of it, hoodie discarded on the floor, now only in his shirt and shorts. He looks so fucking cozy in his little pillow nest, eyes huge and wet as he looks at Alex.

God, he trusts Alex, trusts him to take care of him and make sure nothing bad will happen to him and now Alex is about to–

No, Franco should’ve known better.

“Did you eat?”

Franco nods, not bothering to hide his exasperated eye roll. “Yes, mom, now can we start? I want to… You know…”

Alex smiles down at the boy, predatory and mean. Right, he’s so innocent when he’s in Alex’s bed, nothing like how cocky Franco tries to be in front of the media. He’s all red pouty and Alex wants to see him cry.

“How can I give you what you want when you can’t even tell me what it is you need, Franco? You know I can’t read your mind.”

“Yes, but you can…” Franco swallows hard, smoothing the blanket under him. “You can make me… go under… please…”

It’s not the sort of begging Alex usually likes, but he knows he can’t expect anything better when Franco is still wound tight.

“Relax, baby. Close your eyes for me,” Alex murmurs, taking a seat on the bed, next to Franco’s legs. There’s goosebumps running up his skin and he hasn’t even touched him yet. Alex smiles at the sight. It’s going to be so easy to get him under. “First, you are currently laying on my bed, aren’t you?”

The younger nods, not showing any signs of wanting to verbally answer Alex’s truth. That won’t do, he taught him better than that. Alex sits and waits, until Franco realises his mistake and whimpers out a barely audible, yeah.

“Mm, that’s right, baby. You are in my bed,” Alex agrees, just to make it that more obvious, to make sure that Franco won’t forget where he is. “You are in my bed and you can feel how soft the blanket is under you. You can feel it on your skin, your arms and legs.” His fingers move along Franco’s legs, watching mesmerised as even more bumps form. He’s so sensitive, even to the smallest of touches.

It drives Alex crazy.

Franco whines, brows furrowed. “It’s soft…”

“Yes, it’s soft. I asked them to bring it just for you, baby.” Franco’s lip is pulled between his teeth, tugging at it to stop himself from reaching out. “What do you say? Since I did this for you?”

“Thank you, Alex,” he moans, lip red and bruised from a few seconds of attention. Alex can’t wait to pull it between his teeth until Franco is bleeding. He can already taste it on his tongue.

“Good. You are in my bed, you can feel the softness around you and your breathing is getting laboured every time I move my hand up your leg.” Alex slides his fingers until they reach the hem of the younger’s shorts. “Right?”

Franco doesn’t answer him, but he makes a little noise, a punched out breath, that Alex decides to take as an answer. Just this once. His eyes are focused to where Franco’s chest is rising and falling with each quickened inhale.

Soon.

“Now, you are starting to go into a trance.”

This time, Franco doesn’t answer him at all. It’s just his breathing, evened out, that lets Alex know his suggestion was understood.

He starts over, having taken a calming breath himself. Alex needs it just as much.

“My voice is beginning to sound more muffled.” A whine. “My hands are pulling your shorts and boxers down.” A little mewl. “Your little pussy is starting to get wet.” A moan that makes Alex’s cock twitch in his pants.

Franco still looks deep in, even as he’s squeezing his thighs together. He always gets like this, the more Alex pushes him. It doesn’t make him stop; if anything, it spurs him on.

Alex watches as Franco’s dick tries to chub, but something is stopping it. It looks even smaller like this, almost like a– Alex smirks to himself.

“Good, baby. You are so good for me.”

Again.

“You can feel how warm the room is.” A short nod. “I am stroking my hands down your thighs.” A shiver. “And your little clit is beginning to beg for my attention.” A broken whimper.

Franco’s eyes are screwed shut, body tense, like he's bracing himself. He probably is.

"When I tell you to, you will open your eyes and look down."

His breathing is shallow and his chest is flushing red. So beautiful.

"Open your eyes."

Alex doesn't wait for him to follow his order, instead he leans down and presses his tongue against the younger's poor excuse of a cock. It twitches under his tongue, making Alex chuckle.

"Look at you," he mocks, looking up at the other. Franco's eyes are watering already, his mouth opened on a silent moan, the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips. He looks desperate and ruined and all Alex did was give his tiny dick some attention. "Already a mess, huh?”

Franco nods, trying his best to look up, but his head falls back the second Alex's fingers press against the sensitive skin just under his balls.

"Alex, please," he begs, his hands clutching at the sheets, but not yet moving.

"Please what, baby? I need you to use your words."

A broken sob, his body writhing under Alex. He's trying to move his hips, to get his clit to rub against Alex's palm, but he doesn't let him. He holds Franco's hip down, his thumb digging in the sensitive flesh just enough to keep him grounded.

"Please, just–" Franco cuts himself off, whining loudly when Alex presses his nail against the side of his dick. It's a harsh movement, but the reaction he gets from the younger is enough to make him repeat it, over and over, until Franco's legs are shaking. "Fuck!"

Alex grins, licking a stripe up his dick, making sure his tongue is rough, almost like sandpaper.

"Do you think this little thing can come? I don't think it can."

Franco whines, a pitiful and broken sound. "Alex, no."

"No? Why not, baby? Is this thing not enough to satisfy you?" Alex taps his finger against the underside, laughing when the boy's hips lift from the bed.

"Alex, I'll do anything, please," he sobs, trying to close his legs, but Alex won't let him. He shoves his hands between them and parts them, keeping his knees pressed to the mattress.

"Apologize."

"What?" Franco sounds confused, like he doesn't understand the meaning behind the word.

"You heard me, baby, apologize. Apologize for fucking up my race and I'll make you come."

Alex is looking up at the younger, but he's not looking back, his eyes are still shut tightly. Good, Alex can take him by surprise.

Franco takes a shuddering breath, his lip between his teeth, his cheeks flushed. He's thinking, trying to figure out if his release is worth his apology. Alex can't blame him, not really, he's a proud man.

But, the sooner he gives in, the sooner Alex will take care of him.

"I'm sorry, mommy," he finally whispers, so softly that Alex almost doesn't hear him.

Almost.

Jesus, that’s… That’s new. He’s– Alex is– Jesus Christ, why didn’t he realize this sooner?

"Sorry for what, baby? What should– What should mommy forgive?”

Franco's breathing is picking up again, his fingers twisting the sheets. "I'm sorry for wrecking your race," he says, louder this time. He sounds wrecked and Alex hasn't even fucked him.

Yet.

"That's it, good boy. Now mommy's gonna fuck you until you're begging me to stop, okay, baby? And when you wake up, we will talk about what happens when you fuck with mommy's races."

"No, no, please," Franco sobs, shaking his head. His eyes are still closed.

"You can't come back from this, baby. Not after you ruined my race. You should've known better, but since you didn't, mommy will take care of you.”

Franco's chest is heaving, his body trembling as he tries to get away from Alex's fingers, which are now circling the younger's asshole. "Please, not there, please, Alex."

“You don’t want mommy to fuck your pussy?” Franco shakes his head, trying to push Alex away. The shove is weak, pathetic even. A poor excuse.

Alex ignores him, focusing on pressing his finger inside him, his mouth wrapped around his dick. He's not gentle, he doesn't have to be. “But your cunt is already so wet for me, see?” Franco is wet and loose, his body opening up to the intrusion. Fucking hell, there’s so much lube, he must’ve used at least half a bottle to prep himself before coming to Alex’s room.

It doesn't take long for him to start moaning again, the pain and fear mixing with the pleasure. Alex doesn't waste time, he doesn't want him to have the chance to come. Instead, he keeps him on the edge, sucking on his clit and adding a second finger.

"Mommy," Franco whines, his thighs shaking as he tries to press his knees together.

"Come, baby, mommy is right here," he says, his voice calm, almost loving. The effect is instantaneous, Franco's whole body tenses and then he's coming, his clit pulsing against Alex's tongue.

He licks him through it, waiting until Franco's breathing evens out, until he relaxes on the bed. When Alex is sure that the boy is deep in his headspace, he pushes his cock in.

The whine Franco lets out makes his horrible day worth it.

[seokgyuu]

needy seokmin… thinking about needy seokmin. MDNI

the way he would wait all day to feel you, touch you. texting you whenever he has a bit of time during the schedule. he would overuse the 🥺 emoji and you’d chuckle to yourself because why was your boyfriend so freaking cute.

once his schedule was done he would immediately go to your place and not even wait for you to fully close the door before kissing you, his tongue right in your mouth. he would press you against the wall and the door would fall shut and he’d keep whispering about how much he missed you and how much he wanted you. he’d take your hand and press it against his crotch, asking you if you could feel how hard you had made him. you’d giggle and pull him into another kiss.

he’d fuck you with uncontrolled thrusts just in and out, his whimpers against your ear making you clench around his big cock. he had wrapped one leg of yours around his waist, both of you still fully clothed and his cock so hard and perfect inside your clenching walls. he’d moan your name, lips pressed against your jugular to suck on it, make you cry out in pleasure as he kept on thrusting telling you over and over again how good your pussy felt how much he loved her and you and how fucking close he already was. and when you begged him to fill you up, god, he wasn’t able to stop himself. he shot his seed into you, fucking it all the way up into you.

after slipping out he’d thank you repeatedly and then carry you to your bedroom where he’d devour your pussy and make you cum with his nose against your clit and his tongue inside your drenched hole, eating his own cum in the process.

[ask-october-fox]

When you love someone, reality is more beautiful

[4belphie]

no but the idea of malleus trying to get revenge against silver, the child of his enemies who possibly killed his parents, by reenacting what his grandmother (potentially) did to them, in a moment of blind rage, sending silver into the deepest, longest sleep he can.

only to finally come to his senses after, horrified with what hes done to lilia’s child, the child he watched grow up from a distance, the child he loves. he tries to undo it, but he can’t. no one can. silver will never wake up again.

in devestated grief, he kneels over silver’s slumbering body, apologizing as deeply and profusely as he can, more than he ever has before. he bids him farewell, placing a final goodbye kiss on silver’s forehead, before turning to leave.

only to hear a tired “lord malleus…?” murmured behind him.

[boag]

My period literally only lasted like barely 2 days this month this has never happened to me before it’s usually heavy and lasts forever😭😭???? Im not gonna question it too much tho bc I see this as a blessing

[heyitslucky]

oh to be a royal like a queen, having my favorite knight as my personal bodyguard, taking her to my special place by the lake, feeling so safe around her<3<3<3

this post is about lesbians with swords btw

[maddiedrawz]

blue is her color💙✨

kara taylor’s version??

​i gave her pants cuz i just think it would fit her better

[puppylovebites]

and the fear and shame and guilt is replaced with hunger

and i no longer weigh the pros and cons

and i no longer put you first

i just crave

red meat

your blood

puddled on the bed

pooling over the sheets

to catalogue your anatomy

your tendons and muscles

to watch them twitch

nerve endings grasping for life

never to get it again

lungs collapse

to finally be rid of that expression on your face

that tone in your voice

the words that make me go quiet

not specific ones

but they're always there

to lick your bones clean

to rip off skin and taste you truly

for the last time

because once i kill you this will end

but i think this died a long time ago

because i'm hungry

and nothing is warmer than your blood

[tenearthquakes]

[horsescary]

I <3 fucked up long exposures

[saintlaurentbby13]

Nvm send me asks if you have something to say now. I’m overwhelmed with the messages 😭

[kirfuffel]

[hellsbelflowers]

day 4: time

regency era chrisginny with probably 0 historical accuracy <3