#H&D

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Longines Global Champions Play Offs: Es geht um 6.500.000EUR im GCL Super Cup - 3rd Team Competition - Final...

Stockholm Hearts mit Nicola Philippaerts, Malin Bayard-Johnsson und Julien Epaillard nach der ersten Runde in Führung im GCL Super Cup – 3rd Team Competition – Final Die  STOCKHOLM HEARTS waren das einzige Team, das in der ersten Runde fehlerfrei bleiben konnte. Mit drei sehr sicheren Ritten sicherten sich Nicola Philippaerts mit Katanga v/h Dingeshof, Malin Baryard-Johnsson mit H&M Indiana und…

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PODCAST: Michael Johnson

A muffin company wants to make more money. It’s hard to increase their current customers weekly muffin intake – so they need add some new ones. To flip muffin fans who aren’t choosing theirs, they need to tell them about their company or muffins that will get them to try one. And tell them in a way that gets their attention. But the first thing they need to do is choose who to speak to.  An ad…

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Mari’s dad is so doting when it comes to Mari, his second eldest, she’s his little ray of sunshine, his sunflower and he boasts about how cute she is all the time. He’s the same with all of his children, but he’s a bit more believable when talking about Yui who’s Miss Popular and spoiled sweet, Leon who’s smart but doesn’t try hard or Chika who’s an adorable toddler. He went to all of Mari’s volleyball games (and brought snacks for everyone), cried with her when she messed up, supported her in dance and posted adverts for her dance classes when she was first starting out. All in all a devoted father who cares about his children’s passions, dreams and hobbies as opposed to his pessimistic and straightforward wife.

So anyone who hears about Mari from her dad is in for a surprise when they meet her for real. He’s aware of her personality flaws but because she’s his precious daughter, he focuses more on the nicer aspects of her. It’s not unusual for him to thank people for being her friend and giving her a chance though.

[bookloversofbath]

More Rhodesian Senior Schools: Part Two 1950-1982: Contributed Editorial :: Edited by I. P. Maclaren with Supplementary Features by N. D. Atkinson, G. P. L. English & R. H. Campbell

[gottaluvharry]

Break Down

Charles Leclerc x Female Reader

Summary: You’re on your period and Charles makes you cry

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Everything about today had sucked so far. You woke up on your period, Charles had to go to the factory so you had to go without seeing him, your cramps were amping up, you dropped your coffee and chattered your favorite mug, and now you forgot that you were supposed to make pasta for dinner so you didn’t have any of the ingredients at home and it was too late to go to the store. As Charles walked in the door, you heard the sound of his keys being set down and his shoes coming off. You knew he was in a bad mood just because he’d didn’t call for you like he usually does the second he comes in the door. As he rounds the corner to the living room of your shared apartment he sees you laying on the couch under a blanket with your favorite show on the tv.

“Hi baby” you say, sitting up slightly. “Hi” he says shortly. “Did you make pasta yet” he asks, making your stomach drop. “No I forgot to go to the store to get the ingredients, I’m sorry I’ll make it tomorrow I promise”

Charles wasn’t mad at you, truly, he was just in a bad mood all together. He sighed loudly and rubbed his hand down his face and turned away from you, he knew he had to stop himself before he did something he would regret. You just felt so horrible and you were so emotional that you weren’t even surprised to feel the tears slip down your cheeks. The sound of you sniffling behind him caused him to turn back around, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying in front of him.

“Amour” he coos, getting down into he knees in front of you and running his hands your hair. “Why are you crying?” You look down at your hands, not being able to meet his eye. “I just feel bad b-because you were working all d-day and I should’ve at least made d-dinner for you and I h-hate disappointing you and I really hate it when you’re m-mad at me and I got my period a-and my cramps hurt and I just-“ your ramble was cut short by a particularly uncontrollable sob. You didn’t know what had come over you but the singular question he asked you caused a pandora’s box of emotions to bust open. “Oh baby, I am not mad at you or disappointed” he said as he pulled your head into his neck. “I am sorry I made it seem that way I am just tired” All you could do was nod your head in the crook of his neck, still crying and gripping his shirt with your fists. He pulls away from you and guides your head up to look at him “I love you, and I’m sorry you’re hurting” he says as he puts his hand over where you hurt, adding pressure to hopefully help relieve some of your pain. “Let’s just go get in bed, yeah?” You nod your head and let him carry you to your room, happy that your boyfriend is always there for you when you break down rather than running away.

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This is so me, when I cry about one thing it almost always leads to me crying about a million other things:)

inbox is open!!

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NSFW Alphabet SHAWN MICHEALS HEADCANONS

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shawn’s a cuddled. He’d never admit that shit out loud but he LOVES to be in your skin after sex. He wants to be under you and babied. Tell anyone and he’d deny it all.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Shawn’s favorite body part of his is his hands. He loves how much bigger they are compared to yours and he loves when you grab his hand when you’re nervous or scared.

His favorite body part of yours is your ass. It doesn’t matter how small it is or how big it is. Shawn is an ass man. He’s always smacking it when you walk down the gorilla with him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Shawn likes to come on you. Specifically on your face and tits. He doesn’t know if it’s some territorial thing or what but he loves to cum in your underwear and make you wear them out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Shawn likes to spit in your mouth. He once was really amped after a match and caught dragged you into his locker room “Open up baby.” You open your mouth and feel his warm spit hit your tongue. “Swallow.” It’s more of a demand than anything.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s extremely experienced he’s older than you and has definitely had a many trips around the sun lol.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Shawn’s favorite position is doggy. He loves hitting it from behind then pulling you up for a sloppy kiss. Sometimes he makes you arch your back more and you can almost feel him In your tummy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Shawn is kinda goofy. More so during foreplay he’ll crack a shitty joke and chuckle in between pecks.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Shawn is decently well groomed. He’s a pretty boy so he keeps up with his appearance. He grows a lot of hair there so he keeps it neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a lot softer during intimacy. He gives you sweet kisses and everything is so much more sensual.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates a lot when you’re not around. He’s crazy about you so he’s not going touch another woman.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Shawn has a brat taming kink. He lowkey loves it when you get an attitude because it gives him an excuse to remind you why you should be a good girl.

He has marking kink. He purposefully puts hickeys in visible spots so he can make sure everyone sees them

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes to pull you into the broom closets backstage and fuck you against the wall “sssh if you get too loud somebody might hear you pretty.” Shawn would cover your mouth as he stroked deeper inside of you with a shit eating grin. He would let you walk out with a panty full of cum to his dressing room.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear skimpy little ring outfits. Honestly he loves when you wear skimpy outfits no matter what. He likes for guys to know they can look but not touch. He likes when you tug on his hair something about just gets him going in all the right places.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He does not do anything to do with pee or poop.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Shawn likes to receive. He likes to see you gagging on his dick with tears running down your face. You’re such a pretty girl choking on him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Shawn rough and slow. He wants you to enjoy every damn moment with him but he just likes it a little rough it general. He can’t help himself. Seeing the way you squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lips as he gives you agonizing slow strokes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Shawn is always up for a quickie even at the most inappropriate of times and you regularly have to tell him no you will not meet him the McDonalds bathroom. As Paul sits obliviously next to you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Shawn is a risk taker he once convinced you to let him fuck with the curtains open in your hotel room. It was thrilling hoping nobody peered up and saw your tits squished against the glass as Shawn took you from behind.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shawn can go two rounds sometimes 3. Mostly two though he has a lot of energy and you’re his favorite stress ball.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He once bought you vibrating panties and made you walk down the gorilla with him. It’s the only toy he uses on you and god does he use it at the most inconvenient times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tease should be his middle fucking name. He’s always placing little kisses on your sweet spot. He’s rubbing your thigh under the table and feeling up your ass while taking pictures with fans.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Shawn’s a vocal boy and you love it. The way he fists your hair as he lets out a throaty groan. How he lets out pretty moan when you suck the tip just right.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He once fucked you in Hunter’s locker room. You wouldn’t call it your finest hour. He thinks fondly on it lol.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Shawn has a pretty dick. It’s pretty thick with one vein going up the under side of it and flushed tip when he’s hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Shawn is always down to fuck. When he hurt his back he almost begged you with puppy dog eyes to ride him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately after. He’s a huge on cuddling even when you whine to try and get up and take a shower he’s not having it. He pulls you close mumbles something about tomorrow and passes out on your stomach.

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NSFW Alphabet with Widowmaker x shy girlfriend 💗?

Widowmaker NSFW Alphabet (with shy Gf)

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Depending on the night and how Amélie's feeling, the amount of affection she'll give you after sex varies. If she had pushed you out of your comfort zone then she'll curl her body around yours while whispering praises in your ear. If it was a typical night then she'll leave a good amount of space between you two but she will allow you to hold her hand/arm (she secretly loves when you trace her tattoo).

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Amélie loves her legs/ass solely based off the fact that you love them so dearly. She absolutely adores how you look between them when she makes you eat her out till she's satisfied.

Amélie favors your hands. Your hands seem so much more pure than hers. No matter what you've done or who you are - they offer her relief from the grief that she continues to suffer from. When you're hands are interlaced, it feels like some of her guilt's been washed away. (And your fingers know exactly how to fuck her but that's not the point)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

She's not a huge fan of the taste of cum but wants you to be obsessed with hers. I feel like Amélie tastes pretty sweet because of her strict diets which makes her cum all the more addicting. This may be because of how possessive she is but Amélie gets off from seeing her cum on you. Whether it's smeared on your chin from riding your face or dripping down your fingers and wrist - she loves seeing it on you.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

We all know that Olivia has access to all of the cameras throughout Talon's base. But who would've thought that Amélie would purposely take you to rooms where she knows a camera is so Olivia can watch just how good Amélie fucks you. She mainly started doing this because Olivia would playfully flirt with you before you and Amélie had gotten together, so she had to prove to the hacker who's name you scream when you're at the height of your orgasm.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Amélie's experience was cut short due to her marriage with Gerard. She was married off to him at a pretty young age - abstaining from sex until she was properly wed. After turning into the ruthless assassin, the very idea of sex repelled her, at least not when she was still grieving over Gerard's death. But that all changes when you two get together. Amélie isn't clueless though, she's touched herself countless times and knows how to make you cum in record time.

F = Favorite Position

Face riding/sitting and reverse cowgirl. Something about seeing you smothered between her thick thighs gets her going, maybe it's how powerful she feels - like a queen on her throne but she loves this position and keeps you between her thighs until their numb. Amélie's favorites definitely connect to the fact that she loves feeling in control. When she rides your strap in reverse cowgirl style, she'll have you cuffed to the headboard so all you do is watch. Just imagine how good her ass looks, bouncing up and down on your 8 inch strap that's stuffed deep inside her pussy. Amélie loves hearing your moans and groans from the visual, and on occasion she'll degrade you - mocking how such a shy girl's so filthy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Listen, it's already hard to get her to laugh normally so getting her to be a little silly during intercourse is not happening. Maybe during your first time together, when you're nerves are amped to the max - she'll let loose and giggle once or twice but you're not really getting more than that.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

Amélie's a woman of class. She may be blue but that never stopped her from looking her best. Amélie's European. Her hair is thick. The carpets most definitely match the drapes so you're dealing with a thick head of hair and pubes. Her hair grows extremely fast but she tries to keep it relatively short. The length varies but Amélie keeps it in a controlled triangle.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Intimacy pairs with the aftercare - it depends on the night and how Amélie's feeling. The intimacy usually increases when she's been feeling desolate. Especially if you have sex near the date of Gerard's death or if Moira had been experimenting on her again. During these times she'll let her walls down and put you in control. Amélie won't say much, just burying her head into your shoulder while your hands gently unravel her woes.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Like I said earlier, Amélie's well acquainted with her fingers because of the dry sex life she had in her previous relationship. But with you? Oh honey, you're gonna be dragged into closets, spare rooms; pushed against basically any surface to soothe her sex drive. Why would she waste her energy fucking herself when she has you?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism, BDSM, Temperature play, Bondage,

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Probably her bedroom in the castle since it makes you feel the most comfortable. It literally has anything you could possibly want. The bed is huge and has the headboard that she loves cuffing you to, the fireplace that sets the mood and countless surfaces for you two to have fun on (and the chest of toys hidden away under her bed). Amélie's bedroom just feels romantic with all the accents of purples, maroons, silks and furs.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your shy nature is one of the biggest motivators for Amélie. She loves seeing you squirm and shake whenever she touches you. Hell, even just her stare can have you flushing. And she eats it up. Amélie loves unraveling you like a little present, caught in her web - picking at your shy facade until you break. Pushing you to your limits until your crying and begging for her. Turning you into her little slut's the biggest turn on for her.

N = No (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Amélie refuses to have sex/intercourse in certain areas of the castle because they remind her too much of her past and Gerard. Places like her old practice room and Gerard's study are closed off to never be touched again.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers receiving 100%. Amélie loves your tongue more than any toy in her stash, she could literally ride and grind against it for hours. But, that doesn't mean she can't give head. Babe if she wants to eat you out she's gonna do a damn good job. Amélie's tongue is slow and precise, the excruciating pace slowly driving you to the brink of madness. Like I said before, she doesn't really like the taste of cum so getting head from her is a luxury.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Very slow and sensual. Amélie loves drawing out everything so she can really soak up the reactions from you. It's just so adorable seeing the effect she has on you. If you get a little bratty or bold then she'll get rougher but never faster. No, if anything she gets slower. Edging you at an incredibly slow pace that you can't help but to beg for mercy.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Amélie prefers taking her time but thoroughly enjoys a good quickie here and there simply because of how shy you get when she pulls you into a small closet or corner to have a little fun. She does it pretty often, especially when the risk factor's particularly high. During quickies, Amélie's faster than usual - usually taking the reins and pinning you to the wall with her hand over your mouth.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Amélie's always open to finding new ways to make you squirm. She loves the thrill and high she gets from taking you in public - knowing that someone could walk in at any moment just to see how much of a dirty girl you really are. (She always makes sure to take a precaution - aka her poison - so no one can actually see you but the idea is still thrilling. And if someone does walk in, she'll just knock them over the back of their head in the blink of an eye.)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Have you seen this girl run up multiple staircases without even breathing a little harder? Amélie's stamina is almost scarily high. She can go round after round, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you or herself. Be prepared because she loves overstimulating you. But at the same time, she's gonna make you her personal chair for well over four orgasms.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves)

Amélie prefers using her toys on you. When it comes to her own pleasure, she'll choose your tongue any day. Favorites of hers: Bluetooth connected vibrator, regular hitachi wand, and her favorite strap.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Amélie's so unfair it hurts. She'll tie you up and edge you for hours as punishment over minor offenses, she just wants to find any excuse to edge you. And with the bluetooth vibrator..? You're fucked. During date nights, Amélie will force you to wear the vibrator in your panties and she'll play with it on her phone throughout the night. She just adores the blush on your face and the way you bite into your plump lip to try and keep quiet.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make)

She's pretty quiet in and out of the bedroom. Amélie pretty much just lets out sighs and grunts, when she's about to cum she'll moan quietly.

W = Wildcard (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Secretly likes anal. Amélie discovered this early on as a teen but didn't bother telling Gerard since he was very vanilla. She won't initiate anal play unless you do it first. Amélie wants to mainly receive it but she would kill to see you with a pretty butt plug that has a gem atop it.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants)

Amélie's inner folds are longer than her outer ones, sticking out past them. Her clit's pretty small and she has an overall deep purple color.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Her sex drive's pretty high, after being sex-deprived and touch starved for so long - it made her drive increase a decent amount. But you are dating one of the top agents of talon so you only have so much free time with her. This means you guys have sex maybe two or three times a week.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depending on the day, Amélie can feel a lot of things after such intimacy. She frequently waits until you're asleep so she can have a smoke on her balcony. When she comes back she'll just look at you until she starts to fall asleep, admiring your face and maybe even whispering small praises in french. This is when she feels the most comfortable being vulnerable, oftentimes you'll be just awake enough to catch her whispering "Je t'aime"

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Cult of the lamb masterlist

Originally I was going to wait until I got all 4 bishops to make this but guys the brainrot is so.. bad.. I'll be sure to edit the opening section once I do get them all though!

That said! Welcome to the COTL Masterlist! Be sure to read the rules in my pinned before requesting! Please send requests to the inbox only!

As of 6/10/24, I only have lamb and the bishops listed however if you want an NPC feel free to ask! AS OF 11/1/24 THIS MASTERLIST IS COMPLETE! RETURN TO THE MASTERPOST FOR VOLUME 2!

LAMBERT

having a soft spot for follower!reader

Comforting the lamb after a nightmare

making them a flower crown

x baby lamb reader platonic hcs

pampering them for a day

saving the reader from being sacrificed

x lamb reader

x isabelle!reader

x guard dog!reader

telling the lamb you have a crush on the bishops

x fran bow reader

flufftober day 29 vacation

NARINDER

follower!reader giving follower!narinder pets and cuddles

sick!follower narinder x follower!reader

♥ y z (fluff alphabet)

m o d w/ narinder (fluff alphabet)

m h g (angst alphabet)

x swan!reader

e j l (angst alphabet)

giving him a gift

flufftober day 12 cooking together

LESHY

Follower!leshy x follower!gardener!reader

X reader who smells nice

W E V (fluff alphabet)

Random thing #15/Holding your face 2: the squeakquel

mutual pining

j c y (fluff alphabet)

x reader who is like sozo

HEKET

crushing on the reader

Y N C (fluff alphabet)

x picky eater reader

k x e (fluff alphabet)

x sweet and soft spoken reader

x overworked and tired reader

x gourmet chef!reader

KALLAMAR

x seamstress cat reader who likes to gossip

x artist reader

f k p (fluff alphabet)

x reader who makes jewelry

Random thing #17/obsessed

Random thing #18/coward

v w j (fluff alphabet)

Random thing #19/earrings

Random thing #20/beauty

x winslow leach!reader

x beef!reader (phantom of the paradise)

flufftober day 18 protecting

SHAMURA

helping them with headaches

Random thing #14/holding your face

♥ y z (fluff alphabet)

talking to them about your interests

Random thing #16/keeping logs

r g w (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 17 massage

Random thing #21/warmth

x nonbinary reader who is scared of spiders

HELOB

b j l (fluff alphabet)

v w u (fluff alphabet)

SOZO/SOZONIUS

general sozo x reader hcs

BAAL

petting hcs

AYM

flufftober day 23, pillow fight

CLAUNECK

C F O (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 26 drunken confession

KUDAAI

CHEMACH

JALALA

crushing on the reader

MULTI

follower!bishops x new follower!reckless adventurer!reader

Calling the bishops pretty

one bed trope w/ the bishops

bishops x male golden retriever reader

platonic bishops x kid reader

bishops x baker!reader

giving the bishops flowers

lambert and shamura x winslow leach!reader

kissing baal aym and narinder for the first time

baal and aym x new follower!clumsy!reader

kissing the bishops hands

kallamar and shamura x sick!reader who returns after being MIA

taking leshy and heket back to their old domains

baal aym and kallamar x reader who cant cook

leshy and heket x cursed reader

kallamar shamura and narinder x cursed reader

parent!bishops x child!reader

bishops x reader who wants to sacrifice themselves for a ritual

heket and shamura saving the reader from getting sacrificed by their own cult members

leshy and narinder x reader who loves their plants

shamura kallamar and lambert x reader who has a curse like eda clawthrone

giving the bishops plushies of themselves

leshy and heket when soft spoken!kind!reader snaps

leshy kallamar and lambert x reader who is like emily from hazbin hotel

leshy and shamura when softspoken!reader bursts into tears

lambert matching making you with the bishops but i forgot to amp up the matchmaking

sunshine!reader making friendship bracelets for the bishops

follower!bishops x kind!disciple!reader

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hear me out…sub!din djarin where he cries because of how good the sex is and he begs for the reader to go (safely) harder and then some soft aftercare <33

maybe the plot can be that he had a bad day and needs some good fucking to make him feel better !!

Harder, please

This one is considerably short but it's pretty detailed and is very hot, thanks for the request anon!! Pairing: bottom sub!Din Djarin x top dom!male reader

Warnings: Multiple orgasms, I guess a mention of crying and breeding.

It was a quiet afternoon at home, the silence in the kitchen and living room filled the space. Except yours and Din’s room. “Fuck- it feels amazing, my love, d-don’t stop!!” he said as you kept fucking him slowly, his eyes looking at yours, desperate for more pleasure, “Shh- calm down, you’ll get it soon enough” you kissed his head, he was throwing his head back in pleasure as your cock hit his prostate over and over again, “Fuck- I love you so much-” he moaned, you knew you had him then, he always said things like that when he had completely submitted to you, you caressed his cheek, “My sweet Din” you kissed his neck. Just like that, screamed and writhed beneath you as he came, tears down his face with how good it had felt. 

“Whoops, seems like you liked it” you addressed Din, who was now a moaning, panting mess, “I did-” he replied, “but I want more” he begged greedily, “and I want it harder” he kissed you, “Well my dear, if you want that, then you’ll have it, anything for you my love, anything” you smirked as you said that, then started to fuck him harder, the sound of slapping skin and the squelching sounds made by the lube amping up your arousal even more.

You started really giving it to him, thrusting into him with all your might, he was covered in sweat after a long hour of fucking and edging, all he could do was moan out your name, you were fucking him so hard. He always came back so tight after his adventures, the way his warm walls sucked your dick inside made it even hotter, “H-harder!!” he screamed in pleasure, begging for even more, “Dear, what do you want me to do” you asked him, jerking his cock slowly as you fucked him, “I want you to- ruin me-” he said, or rather moaned, “I see, well, you get what you ask for, sweetheart” you said as you started slamming into him, shoving your dick all the way out of his hole then all the way back in, a wet sound forming every time you went back inside and it was just hot, you kept jerking off Din, he now had his eyes closed in pleasure and could barely speak, his torso rising uncontrollably, “Oh-f-fuck!!” he almost sobbed as he came all over himself, this time his hole clenched around you and you came inside him, filling him up with your seed.

“Fuck, you okay baby?” you asked him, still coming down from your high, you pulled out of him, his hole stretched and leaking your cum, “I-I’m good- just need a bit of rest” he said, eyes closing, “But we should shower, Din” you said, “Later” he protested, “Fine” you smiled, you found it so cute when your man was like this, “Come here, in my arms my love, it’s what you deserve for taking me so good” you said as you kissed him, he was immediately in your arms and drifting off to sleep as you massaged his hair, you fell asleep soon after kissing his beautiful mustache.

[simulationprincess]

Happy birthday to me ✨⭐️🕺🏾🥂

For my birthday, I am dropping an *it girl* cc/mods video for you all. All the it girl essentials for your sims 🤍

Hope you all enjoy!

- Princess 👸🏾

CC mentioned in video:

Functional switch: https://jacky93sims.tumblr.com/post/742892412794486784/switchable-switch-with-animations-for-the-sims-2/amp

Invisible cabinet: http://www.sunni.us/objects-invisiblemirror.htm

Protein blender: https://jacky93sims.tumblr.com/post/726670133935947776/protein-shakes-blender-functional-for-the-sims-2/amp

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NSFW Alphabet - Harry Hart

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After the steamy encounter, Harry Hart lavishes you with tender affection. He meticulously tends to your needs, ensuring you're comfortable and satisfied. His skilled hands offer gentle caresses, and his soothing words create a cocoon of warmth, making the post-intimacy experience unforgettable.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Harry's favorite body part was undoubtedly his hands, a lethal tool in his line of work, yet they found a different kind of purpose with his partner. He reveled in the duality, using them for justice and pleasure. As for his partner, it's those lips—swollen from the kisses Harry adored sharing.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Harry Hart, being a bold and adventurous soul, delights in a variety of intimate moments. His preferences may vary, as he appreciates the thrill of diversity. Whether it's inside, in the mouth, on the body, or on the breasts, Harry's desires mirror the passionate dance of his own personality. A naughty whisper or a tender embrace, he embraces the full spectrum of pleasure without hesitation.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Harry's dirty secret? Well, darling, our dapper gentleman enjoys a romp in the sheets after dealing with the not-so-nice fellas. There's a certain thrill he finds irresistible when his collar is stained with the blood of his enemies. Partners who don't mind a little mess are in for a wickedly delightful time~!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Harry is a true maestro in the art of pleasure. With all those honeypot missions under his belt, he's practically a virtuoso when it comes to seduction and intimate rendezvous. Trained to perfection, he knows how to dance between desire and satisfaction, leaving his partners in a state of euphoric bliss.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Well, he's quite the sophisticated spy, but in the bedroom, he's partial to a classic and intimate embrace—spooning. It seems our gentleman enjoys the close connection and warmth of a partner in his arms. Such a refined choice for our dashing Harry.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Harry can be a cheeky devil in the bedroom. Despite his suave demeanor, he's not afraid to inject some humor into intimate moments, making the atmosphere playfully naughty. Expect sly smirks, witty banter, and a touch of mischief to keep things delightfully light-hearted.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Harry's hair, my dear, is not limited to the stylish locks atop his head. In the world of Kingsman, keeping downstairs tidy is practically a refined rule. Our dapper gentleman, with his penchant for perfection, ensures that everything below remains immaculately trimmed. A gentleman in all aspects, from head to toe—or should I say, from head to... well, you catch my drift.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Intimacy with Harry? Oh, it's like a slow dance between shadows and candlelight. His touch is both commanding and tender, weaving a symphony of passion. In those moments, the world outside disappears, leaving only the echo of heartbeats and whispered promises. It's a sensual ballet, where every move tells a story of desire and connection.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh, dear, it seems Harry's "Jack off" routine is quite the rarity. His busy life leaves little room for self-indulgence, but when he does, he strives to maintain respect. Yet, the sly thoughts sneak in, and he can't help but imagine his partner joining in the intimate escapade~!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh, Harry's got a penchant for the unexpected. The thrill of danger amps up his desires. Whether it's a bit of role-play or daring encounters in unconventional places, our gentleman spy finds pleasure in the extraordinary.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Harry's favorite place for some intimate escapades? Well, it seems the Kingsman tailor has a penchant for getting down and dirty right in the heart of his luxurious tailor shop. Surrounded by finely crafted suits and hidden gadgets, it adds a touch of class to their clandestine activities.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Mmm, for Harry, it's that intoxicating mix of danger and elegance. His heart races at the thrill of the chase, the allure of a skilled partner, and the symphony of chaos and pleasure that follows. The adrenaline of a secret mission and the sizzling chemistry with a like-minded companion—those are the ingredients that fuel his fiery desires.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The gentleman draws the line at anything that could permanently hurt his partner during their intimate escapades. He'd rather face a hail of bullets than engage in something that leaves lasting scars. Our dashing spy prefers the thrill without the lingering pain.

And Harry, the charming rogue, has a firm “no” when it comes to being tied up. He revels in the power dynamic of being the one in control, pulling the strings expertly. However, if you want to tie him down and ask him with a sweet smile and a touch of persuasion, he might satisfy your desires for a day.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh, Harry's oral inclinations? He relishes receiving, but our refined gentleman prioritizes his partner's pleasure. With skillful finesse, he delights in giving, ensuring his partner is thoroughly spoiled before even considering his own desires. Such a gentleman, always putting others first~! 😌

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Harry? Oh, honey, he's a man of exquisite taste. His pace? Picture a slow, seductive dance – every move deliberate, every touch calculated. He revels in the art of anticipation, savoring each moment with a grace that's almost poetic. Slow and sensual, my dear, slow and oh-so-sensational~!

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Harry's a man who appreciates the swift and satisfying. With his demanding missions, quickies become a regular rendezvous. The thrill of urgency in the bedroom matches the intensity of his work. Arriving late for briefings? Well, that's a small price to pay for the pleasures he'd rather not miss, even if it means disturbing dear Chester. Priorities, after all.(He secretly loves to upset the arrogant idiot, aka Chester King, with all due respect of course.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Risk? Pssh, love, Harry's practically dancing with danger every day. The man embraces risk like an old friend. Having a steamy encounter in a public place? It's a stroll in the park for Mr. Harry Risk Hart. After all, what's the point of living on the edge if you don't indulge in a bit of passion amid the chaos? (A dark alley does the job for Harry, and remember, the Kingsman tailor shop is his favorite spot for sex)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh, sweetie, when it comes to stamina, Harry Hart is like an Energizer bunny on steroids! This man can go for round after round, leaving you breathless and begging for more. He's got the endurance of a secret agent with a mission to satisfy, and trust me, he won't stop until you're completely spent.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Harry, dear, doesn't dabble much in the world of toys. The idea of a sex shop may not cross his mind, but if his partner fancies such things, he'd graciously entertain the notion. A gentleman's willingness to explore knows no bounds when it comes to pleasing his beloved.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Harry Hart is an absolute maestro when it comes to teasing. His charming demeanor hides a devilish skill for making anticipation linger, leaving his partner craving more. He takes pleasure in keeping them on the edge, a delightful game of desire and frustration. Oh, the wicked charm of Mr. Hart~!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Well, you see, Harry Hart, the refined gentleman, holds on to that outdated notion that a gentleman shouldn't make too much noise in bed. Despite his attempts at stifling grunts and moans, his passionate partner has a knack for coaxing out every delicious sound he tries to suppress. The walls of restraint crumble, and Harry finds himself surrendering to the symphony of pleasure.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Wild card, you say? Imagine this: Harry Hart has a penchant for indulging in a bit of role-playing, but not just any role-playing—secret agent-themed scenarios where he and his partner engage in covert missions of passion. Sneaky and seductive, with a touch of danger. Oh, my, the possibilities are endless~!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

X is for X-ray, so let's peek beneath the bespoke suits. Harry's not packing the largest piece in the Kingsman arsenal, but fear not, for he makes up for it with a satisfying thickness that leaves partners quite content. Quality over quantity, my dear~!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Oh, dearie, Harry's yearning is like a roaring fire, burning with intensity. His appetite for passion and desire knows no bounds. He's got a sex drive that could set the world on fire, leaving you breathless and craving for more~!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After the action-packed missions, sleep is a rare luxury for Harry. When the chance arises, he dives into slumber with the ease of a well-trained spy. However, his senses remain sharp, easily awakened by the slightest disturbance. Yet, after the passionate escapades, Harry, ever the gentleman, ensures his partner is okay before drifting off into a contented post-coital rest. Sweet dreams, indeed!

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« Devotional 1 [ PAIRING ] DIO x f!reader x Hol Horse [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Dio using his fangs to pull corks out of wine bottles comes from this. Also I kinda amped up the silliness which I apologize for. I couldn't help it. Drunk!DIO is just too much fun to indulge in. [ SYNOPSIS ] The return of Hol Horse. [ WORD COUNT ] 4.3k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, POV switching, alcohol, dubcon (power imbalance, everyone's drunk), threesome (mmf), nipple play, oral sex (m + f receiving), anal sex (m receiving), voyeurism, sadomasochism, handjob, gun play, objectification, degradation (Dio gets degraded), some D/s elements, biting, marking, pet names (pet, darlin', sweetheart), orgasm control, impact play, not beta read.

You hadn’t thought much about Hol Horse since your previous tryst. While it was exciting and memorable, you occupied yourself with other things. You didn’t want to get attached to the hitman. Loving Dio was bad enough. Why let another reprehensible man into your life? You didn’t need to shoulder that weight.

You found that tending to the mansion’s lush gardens was a worthy task, one that filled you with pride. Your favorite time to garden was in the evening, when the sun wasn’t as cruel. You enjoyed the pinkish-orange hue that overtook the sky as the gloaming inched closer. Everything looked that much more beautiful when bathed in a blushing glow. You felt safe, at ease, like nothing could go wrong if your hands were plunged in rich, fertile soil.

That’s why it was such a shock to hear Pet Shop’s foreboding shriek as you deadheaded some carmine-colored poppies. You dropped your shears and looked around, seeing no one.

“Call off that damn bird!” You heard a familiar voice yell.

You finally spotted the panicked hawk, swooping around menacingly. You hoped he had refrained from bombarding Hol Horse with icicles.

“The fuck is he doing here?” You asked.

You stumbled to your feet and tried to make yourself visible, attempting to wave Pet Shop down like he was a vicious airplane.

“It’s fine!” You shouted, suddenly feeling foolish. “Can he even understand me?” You wondered out loud. “I mean, he seems pretty smart…”

You shook your head and decided not to think too hard about it. The sudden absence of Pet Shop’s shrill cries of alarm was enough to quell your nerves.

“One second,” you said as you struggled to open the gate, a task you had never attempted yourself.

“Take your time, darlin’.”

After about a minute of struggling you finally managed to get the gate open.

“Sorry,” you panted, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Usually someone else does that.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” Hol Horse said kindly.

His gaze was full of dreamy longing. You wondered if he looked at his numerous girlfriends this way.

“So… Can I… help you? Do you need something?”

He adjusted his hat and shook the starry-eyed look off his face.

“Lord Dio asked me to come. He said it’s important.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Important?”

You knew Hol Horse wasn’t here on “business” so to speak. Whether he knew that or not was another thing, but you were quick to catch onto Dio’s will. The vampire tried to be as opaque as possible with his true desires, only revealing information when he felt it was beneficial. But the more time you spent around him, the easier he was to read.

“His words, not mine.”

“Alright,” you sighed. “I’m sure he’s lurking around somewhere.”

You led Hol Horse into the mansion and set out to find Dio. You vaguely recalled him mentioning that he’d be in his study if you needed him. Most of the search was spent in silence, excluding your annoyed sighs when you’d fail to find your lover. There was no hint of him in the study and no one else in the mansion seemed to have kept tabs on him.

“This happens,” you muttered, wandering through the art gallery. “I’m sorry this has become such an ordeal.”

“It’s no trouble at all. To be honest I’d be perfectly happy if we never find him.”

You turned around and looked at Hol Horse with disgust.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I—C’mon, sweetheart, you think I wanna be here?” He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one. “I’m pretty sure I won’t be leaving this place alive.”

“Don’t be fucking dramatic.”

You strode into the chapel and scanned the room, seeing nothing.

“I’m not being dramatic. You gotta know what he’s capable of.”

“I know,” you moaned. “I’m aware and I don’t care.”

Hol Horse was aghast. “Well I do! My head’s on the chopping block, not yours.” He took a hit off his cigarette and flicked the ash to the floor.

“He’s not going to kill you for fuck’s sake. I’m pretty sure he wants you to top him.”

“What the hell does that mean? Top him? He wan—” Hol Horse paused, seemingly realizing what you meant. “Oh, you’re kiddin’ me.”

You walked by the lectern and noticed an empty bottle of wine leaning against the foot of it. Dio must have been in here at some point.

“That can’t be it.”

You ignored the hitman’s panicked realization, instead focusing on the faint groaning and labored breathing emanating from the altar. You spotted another bottle of wine, this one half-full.

“I’d rather have him kill me, if that’s the case.”

“I think I heard something.”

You crept closer to the altar, looking around the large, ornate table it sat on. You glanced underneath and saw nothing but darkness.

“Never mind,” you sighed, walking away. “He might be—WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You stared down and saw a pale hand wrapped around your ankle, cold fingers digging into your flesh. Instinctively you stomped on it. Hol Horse ran to your side, drawing Emperor and aiming at the hand now feebly clutching your leg. You heard what you could only describe as a pathetic hiss.

“Dio?”

“How could you do this to me? After I, Dio, have done so much for you.”

“Are you crying?” You asked, squatting down to get a better look at the tragic heap at your feet.

“No!” He barked.

Hol Horse withdrew his stand and took a few steps back. He took a final drag off his cigarette and let the butt fall to the floor. He crushed the smoldering cherry with his heel.

“Did I hurt you?” You cooed, rubbing his cold hand.

“Maybe.”

Dio was a mess. His blonde hair hung in his face, cascading down his shoulders. The whites of his eyes were red rimmed and kohl smudged. All he had on were a pair of chartreuse silk shorts that barely covered his ass and a turquoise knit sock on his left foot for some inexplicable reason.

You stroked his chilled face, trying not to reveal the pity you felt for him.

“I’m sorry.”

He grumbled something indecipherable.

“… Uh. Hol Horse is here.”

Dio’s eyes briefly widened before he recomposed himself. He stood up with no problems. But swayed a little once on his feet, like a skyscraper drifting on a windy day.

“Hol Horse,” he bellowed.

Hol Horse straightened his posture, a minor attempt at looking more robust. “Yes, Lord Dio. You said you needed to see me.”

Dio shifted his gaze to you.

“Did I say that?” The vampire hissed under his breath.

Dio’s eyebrows were furrowed, ripe with frustration. You could have sworn he was pouting, a common occurrence when he’d get drunk alone.

“I asked you a question, pet.”

“I never heard you say that.”

The three of you stood in silence, the only sound emanating from a ticking clock. Hol Horse’s anxiety sucked the air out of the room regardless of his brave facade. Dio held his palm to his forehead. He looked like a postmodern version of a Rodin statue.

“I remember now,” he said quietly. “Hol Horse, I need you—”

“You what?” Hol Horse blurted out.

Dio dropped his hand and glared at the hitman.

“Don’t speak out of turn,” Dio slurred. “I need you to…. Ugh.” The vampire groaned in frustration. “I need you to…”

You rubbed Dio’s back while he tried to find his words.

“Why don’t we have him come back another time?” You said softly.

“Tch. No,” the vampire growled. His gaze darted around the floor, sighing in relief when he saw the half-full bottle of wine. “He came all this way.”

“I’m actually not staying too far from here—”

“Quiet!” Dio snatched the bottle of wine off the floor. “We’re going to make it worth his while.”

“C—could y’all not talk about me like I’m not in the room?” Hol Horse laughed.

“My apologies,” Dio said, eyeing the label of the wine bottle. “You should stay though. Have some wine.” He handed the bottle to the hitman. “It’s a dry port, imported from Póvoa de Varzim.”

Hol Horse held the bottle like it was a grenade missing a pin.

“I’m not much of a drinker.”

Dio clenched his fists like an immature child not getting his way.

“Did I ask if you were much of a drinker, Hol Horse? Pet,” he said, snapping his fingers at you. “Did I, Dio, say that?”

“Don’t treat me like a dog, you drunk ass.”

“I can’t win with either of you, can I?!” He cried out before snatching the bottle back from Hol Horse.

He used his fang to pull the cork out of the bottle. He yanked it off his tooth and threw it across the room. He took an oblivion seeking gulp. A trickle of the crimson liquid dribbled down from his mouth, collecting near his collarbones.

“Hol Horse!” He announced, wiping his wine-stained lips. “I’m done playing games. Come here closer.”

Hol Horse went to grab the bottle from Dio, but was denied.

“No. Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

Hol Horse frowned, but obeyed. The hitman opened his mouth and looked up at the vampire. Dio gave him a sick smirk before pouring a steady stream of wine into Hol Horse’s mouth. Part of you expected him to choke on it, but he swallowed it like a professional.

“Good boy,” Dio purred, patting Hol Horse on the head. “Hmph. Take your stupid hat off.” The vampire unceremoniously knocked Hol Horse’s cowboy hat off.

“Can we at least drink out of glasses?” You asked.

“Do you think they drank out of glasses during the Bacchanalia?”

“The what?” Hol Horse asked.

He got on Hol Horse’s level so he could stare into the hitman’s eyes.

“The Bacchanalia, Hol Horse! The Roman festival dedicated to Bacchus.”

“I’m not much into history, Lord Dio.”

Dio looked thoroughly distressed. He gazed up at you expectantly.

“You know what I’m talking about, right?”

“Yeah, I know. Lots of hedonism… And other shit.”

Dio got to his feet and grabbed ahold of your shoulders, his face mere inches from yours. You could smell the sweet aroma of port on his breath.

“It wasn’t just hedonism, my pet. You’re selling it short. It was sheer ecstasy. A celebration of the flesh and its wonders.”

You frowned. “Didn’t maenads eat people in a drunken frenzy and uproot trees with their bare hands?”

“Maenads are Greek, you swine. I’m talking about Roman mythology. You’re thinking of bacchae.” Dio groaned. “Euripides did write about them ripping men limb from limb, but I don’t recall them eating anyone. Though that would be very intriguing.”

“Ar—are you going to eat me?” Hol Horse asked.

“Just your ass,” the vampire said matter-of-factly. Suddenly his face lit up. “Wait, yes! I did ask you here.” Dio smirked again, corners of his lips curling up. He stepped towards the hitman, his footsteps nearly silent against the cold, marble floor. “On your feet,” he said softly.

Hol Horse stood up with trepidation. Dio tucked a lock of the hitman’s sandy blonde hair behind his ear.

“I wanted to apologize for how I left things between us last time.”

“Really?”

“No. But I didn’t get to have as much fun with you as I wanted. Isn’t that right, pet?”

You nodded. Dio expressed his disappointment to you a multitude of times. Usually after he fucked you into a coma-like state and felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable around you.

“I—I,” Hol Horse stammered.

Dio wrapped his arms around the hitman and clung to him like a sloth.

“Come on. You can’t deny my charm.”

“He definitely can, Dio. Don’t be weird.”

You stepped closer to the two men. Dio buried his face into Hol Horse’s neck. Hol Horse swallowed hard and reluctantly patted the vampire’s muscled back.

“At least help me finish this bottle of wine. It’d be a shame to waste it.”

“That would be your own fault for throwing the cork across the room,” you snarked.

“I’m five seconds from killing you.”

You sighed. “Is that my cue to leave?”

“No!” Hol Horse blurted out. “I mean, no. You should, uh, stay! Please stay.”

“He’s right. It’s no fun without you,” Dio relented.

You decided to stay, not only for Hol Horse’s best interests but also because you wouldn’t mind fucking around with him again. The three of you moved to Dio’s bedroom and finished off the bottle of port. You were all sprawled out on the vampire’s bed in your underwear, clothes in little piles on the floor. You and Hol Horse were already riddled with bite marks because Dio simply couldn’t keep his hands off the two of you, interrupting conversation by biting your shoulder or your neck. Never hard, just enough to remind you he was there. The poor thing had little interest or ability to maintain a conversation.

“That’s actually pretty admirable of you,” you said, stroking Dio’s head as it rested in your lap. “I feel like most men would take advantage of a woman in that situation.”

“I respect women, that’s why.”

“I respect women too,” Dio murmured.

“You kill 99% of the women that come across you, honey.”

“What about you? You’re alive. And I’ve fucked at least four women without killing them for the record.”

“That’s not impressive, and you know that,” you chastised.

Dio pouted. He knew you were right, but he’d never admit it.

You reached for the bottle resting on the nightstand only to realize it was empty. You frowned, but knew opening another bottle would be asking for trouble. Dio noticed your expression and sat up.

“Should I get another?”

“No,” you said.

“Yes,” Hol Horse answered at the same time.

Dio got up from the bed and skulked around until he found a bottle of vintage merlot amongst his various treasures. He again pulled the cork out of the bottle with his teeth and hurled it across the room. You stifled a laugh. He took a sip from the bottle before handing it off to Hol Horse who mirrored Dio. The hitman held out the bottle to you, but you shook your head.

“You’re no fun,” Dio slurred.

The vampire groaned and draped himself over you. His body was so cold up against yours, but you welcomed it. The port wine left you warm and tingly. Dio nuzzled his head into your neck before pressing his lips to it. He began to suck on it and his teeth lightly grazed the skin. He pinched your nipple between his fingernails and you winced, but welcomed the stinging pain.

“Don’t be a stranger, cowboy.” You cringed internally at your drunken term of endearment. You made a mental note not to say anything else along those lines.

Hol Horse obliged and crawled over to you on his hands and knees. He flicked his tongue against your nipple and sucked on your breast. You placed your hand on the base of his skull and held it close to your chest. He swirled his tongue around your nipple. Dio rubbed your clit through your underwear, an act that made you slightly uneasy because of his pointed, claw-like nails. Your body tensed up with every swipe of his finger.

Dio smiled against your neck. “Nervous?” He asked.

“Maybe. It feels good though,” you replied.

He applied more pressure to your clit and a whine freed itself from the depths of your throat. You twirled a lock of Hol Horse’s hair as he continued to suck on your breast. You thought about pulling on it, but refrained. You wanted to be kinder to the hitman; you felt obligated to spoil him.

You clenched your jaw and felt as if you were ascending, surrounded by blonde angels.

“Could one of you please, uh.” Hol Horse said, his breath hot against your nipple. “Could one of you touch my cock or somethin’?” He sounded almost pained as he asked the question, like he was embarrassed to desire you and Dio’s touch.

You decided to take the lead, gently pushing Dio away from you. Hol Horse got off his hands and rested on his knees. You pulled down his boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock. It was just as big as you remembered it, long and on the thinner side with not a vein in sight. You stroked it, biting down on your bottom lip as you watched the tension melt away from his body.

“Squeeze it tighter,” Dio heckled.

You didn’t bother responding to him, instead directing all your attention on Hol Horse. You cunt throbbed as you gazed at his face as it contorted with pleasure. Dio reached for the bottle of merlot and took a sizable gulp. He came closer to Hol Horse and grabbed the back of his head.

“Tip your head back and prepare to swallow.”

The hitman heeded Dio’s instructions and graciously accepted the wine pouring into his mouth. Dio’s coordination was nothing to write home about; the wine ended up on Hol Horse’s chest and ultimately the vampire’s bedding (something he would deeply regret in the morning).

You rubbed the tip of Hol Horse’s cock, running the pad of your finger along the slit. Droplets of precum seeped out of his cocktip.

Dio took another sip from the bottle of wine and placed it on the floor. He cupped the hitman’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply. Hol Horse looked momentarily surprised before succumbing to Dio’s alluring nature. He bucked his hips against your hands, thrusting his cock deeper into your grasp.

“Aw, do you need to fuck something?” You teased, squeezing the length of it.

He broke the kiss and mumbled a quick, “Yes.”

Dio jumped at the opportunity to bottom for the hitman. It was almost as if he immediately appeared in front of Hol Horse, naked on his hands and knees.

“Did you use your fucking stand?” You asked.

He smiled, and said nothing.

Hol Horse stroked his cock slapped it against Dio’s taint. You took a seat in front of Dio and gaped at the sensuous sight. The hitman rubbed Dio’s sumptuous ass and gave it a hard smack. He teased Dio’s hole with the tip of his cock, slowly pushing it inside.

“Anytime now,” Dio ordered.

Hol Horse furrowed his brow and slammed his cock into Dio’s ass.

“Fuck!”

“Lord Dio, I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hur—”

Dio groaned. “Shut up. Pet, grab the lube.”

You shook your head at their stupidity and grabbed the lube Dio kept in his nightstand. You handed it to Hol Horse who coated his cock in with the silicon-based lubricant. You sat back and watched as the hitman eased his cock back into Dio.

“Is that better?” Hol Horse asked nervously.

“If you’re going to talk, Hol Horse, at least degrade me. Your pitiful attempts at comforting me are boring.”

Hol Horse breathed in deep and exhaled slowly. You watched eagerly, desperate to know what curses would fall from the hitman’s lips.

“You’re the one that hasn’t shut up once tonight,” Hol Horse growled before shoving Dio’s head into the mattress. “You oughta keep quiet and let me use you like the worthless slut you are.”

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about,” Dio called out, his voice muffled by the sheets. “Tell me this is the only thing I’m good for.”

“I don’t know why you keep flapping your jaws, I thought I told you to keep quiet.”

“Say it or I’ll kill you,” Dio growled.

“The only reason something as wretched and disgusting as you exists is so people have something to abuse.”

“Nngh, no abuse,” Dio said, lifting his head slightly.

The hitman apologized, not knowing of Dio’s dreadful childhood. You ruffed the vampire’s hair lovingly, a small consolation.

Hol Horse continued to drive his cock into Dio’s ass, groaning as he bottomed out. You relished in the symphony of gasps and moans coming from the two men. The hitman’s balls clapped up against Dio, each occurrence eliciting a breathy whine from the vampire. Hol Horse reached around Dio and grabbed his neck, forcing him to crane his head back.

“Fucking you is like fucking a whore.”

“I’m not averse to you paying me for this, if that’s your thing.”

Hol Horse let go and pushed Dio’s head back into the mattress. You felt like you were going to implode with pleasure. Seeing the two of them fucking each other was driving you wild.

“Point your gun at him,” you said while you took off your underwear.

Hol Horse summoned his stand and pointed it at the back of Dio’s head. Dio dug his fingers into the mattress in ecstasy as the barrel pressed against his skull. You spread your folds and dipped your fingers inside your cunt.

“Is your finger on the trigger?” You purred, rubbing your clit.

Hol Horse grinned. “You know it is.”

You squealed with delight and continued to play with your cunt, coating your fingers with your arousal. You made eye contact with the hitman while you sucked your fingers clean. You knew he wanted you.

Dio looked up, face still half-buried in his bed.

“Let me eat your cunt,” he moaned, words nearly intelligible.

You grabbed the hair on top of his head and lifted his body up, making him get back on all fours. You placed your hand under his chin and lifted it so his vermillion eyes would meet your gaze. He stuck out his tongue and you brought his head to your cunt. He teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. You tossed your head back and hummed happily as he serviced you. Hol Horse’s thrusts shoved Dio’s head against your body. With each thrust the vampire grunted as he sucked on your arousal soaked folds.

“That feels so good,” you groaned.

Dio’s oral abilities never ceased to amaze you. It was like his mouth was made to be buried in someone’s cunt. His soft lips and long tongue were blessings.

“Fuck,” you whined. “This absolutely is the only thing you’re good for.”

Dio let out a delighted moan. He arched his back and took a more active role as Hol Horse’s fucked him.

“Oh shit,” the hitman groaned. He now lacked the concentration to maintain his stand.

You felt your body growing warmer by the second, heat radiating from your core. You braced yourself against Dio while your strength withered away.

“I—I’m close,” you moaned.

Dio showed your cunt no mercy as he sucked on your clit. Your breathing lost all rhythm, instead becoming labored, quiet gasps with some moans sprinkled in between. You fell back, your body hitting the mattress with a thud. You caught your breath and smiled, utterly satisfied.

“Suck my cock n—no—now,” Dio stuttered.

Hol Horse helped him onto his knees and the vampire reached out to you. You couldn’t even dream of denying him. You crawled a short distance to him and wrapped your lips around his aching cock. You savored the sweet precum that trickled from the tip, focusing on the slit of his cock. His moans grew louder and louder, definitely audible to anyone that happened to pass by his chambers. He was becoming undone. Hol Horse continued to pound his cock into the vampire’s tight hole, his eyes locked shut.

You looked up and watched as Dio demanded Hol Horse to open them and kiss him as he came. The hitman obeyed and shared a sloppy, drunken kiss with the vampire.

It didn’t take long for a deluge of cum to erupt from Dio’s throbbing cock. You swallowed every drop, gulping it down ecstatically. You loved when Dio filled your mouth with his cum.

“I, fuck, think I’m getting there too,’ Hol Horse said. His voice was pained.

Dio pulled Hol Horse’s cock out of him, his expression hinting at a devious plan.

“Lay on your back.”

Hol Horse did as he was told and stroked his cock, longing for it to be deep in Dio’s ass again. Dio got on top of him and guided it back inside. The vampire bounced up and down on the hitman’s cock with a disturbing half-smile on his face.

“D—Dio, I—”

“Is that how a weakling like you is supposed to address me?”

“Lord Dio, I don’t think I can hold it in.”

“Oh, my dear Hol Horse, but you must.”

“Please. I—”

“If you want it that bad, you must beg for it.”

You watched, completely entertained by Dio’s cruelty.

“Please let me come, Lord Dio. I’ll do anything.”

Hol Horse continued to thrust against Dio, the two men finding a rough rhythm.

“And what would that be?” Dio asked, his tone tranquil and deliberate.

“I’ll be your slave. You can use me whenever you want. I don’t care. Just let me come.”

“My slave, hm? Can I hold you to that?”

“Ye—yes. Yes. Yes,” Hol Horse babbled.

“You want to fill me with your cum that bad”

The hitman nodded. “Want you so bad.”

“Should I let him come, pet?”

“Oh yeah,” you said, anticipating the rapturous sounds of Hol Horse’s orgasm.

Dio leaned over and put his hands on Hol Horse’s shoulders.

“Come, slave. Come for your master.”

Hol Horse barely let Dio finish his sentence before he filled the vampire with his milky white cum. You watched as it leaked from Dio’s hole. You were amazed by the amount that the hitman pumped inside the vampire.

Dio sighed happily and rolled off of Hol Horse, cum still leaking out of his ass. Hol Horse looked mildly terrified because of the promise he made to his new master.

“Bath?” You asked, getting up off the bed.

“Yes,” Dio said, holding out his hand.

You helped him to his feet, letting him rest his head on top of yours.

“I guess I’ll head out then,” Hol Horse said softly.

“Don’t be an idiot. You’re coming with us,” Dio yawned.

You smiled and beckoned for Hol Horse to follow. The hitman appeared reluctant, but ultimately decided to join you. He believed that a relaxing bath was the perfect moment to renegotiate the verbal contract he had just entered with the vampire.