#brax gifs

[minidodds]

Jon + milk

[downthecove]

@accidentallymagic asked: 13MM (Mike + Brax)

MEME: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 STATUS: accepting

Sparks literally flew whenever they touched each other. Brax might have been new to this whole vampire thing, but he couldn't deny the euphoric feeling that came with being around Mike. Even if Cain warned him about siphoners, he clearly wasn't listening. "When you get juiced up, does that also turn you on?" The vampire grabbed Mike's shaft again and licked up from the tip to the base. Then he ran his tongue over his sac before curling it around the rim of his entrance. "Cause we're going to be here for a while if it does." He spoke before pushing his tongue flat again Mike's hole.

[braxiations]

New Blog!

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[paintedcrows]

Found more of my old Theta art! And some Lungbarrow Sibs too

[minecchi]

[downthecove]

Not caring who was around them and hearing that Royal wanted to cum badly, Brax didn't finger him for too long. He made sure to twist his finger when it was inside his classmate's puckered hole and then curl it as well, searching for his prostate. The youngest vampire stood up however and quickly pushed his pants and underwear down with his free hand. He slid his finger out of Royal's hole and grabbed the base of his shaft with the same hand. Brax stroked himself a couple of times, already leaking a ton of precum, and aligned his cock head with the other's hole. He pushed it passed Royal's entrance and slowly started to inch his cock forward.

Seeing Brax stand up, Zack already knew what was happening back there. It seemed like Royal was being rewarded for his honesty. "You're going to cum soon and so will we, don't you worry about that." Brax couldn't edge someone on in the state that he was in so neither could the other vampires. Zackary continued to let out soft moans as he felt swallow his length. He looked down at hime while raising his own shirt, playing with his nipples while his cock was finally being sucked on. "That's it, earn your loads. Work for them."

Seeing how everyone was upping the scales, Brax actually fucking Royal and Royal sucking Zack off, Cain decided to up the ante himself. He moved down so that he was underneath the human they were all sharing and wrapped his lip around the other's nipple. While tugging on the other one, he started to suck on the bud as his right hand continued to roam down Royal's body. Cain started to speed up his strokes to the man's cock while running his thumb over the head. Then he moved back to tugging on his balls as he moved his mouth over to the other nipple, getting a chance to suck that one as well.

Cain's constant attention on Royal's body made him dive deeper into this sexual haze. The constant stroking and teasing of his cockhead and nipple just made Royal want more. More touching. More dirty talk. More teasing. More fucking. Just...more. The more Cain played with him, the hornier he became. Soon he would barely be able to think straight between the three vampires. Maybe that was the point. Maybe that's what Royal wanted, too. His moaning noises definitely made it seem like it.

"I want to cum so bad," he admitted honestly to Zack's question, "I want to cum and I want you guys to cum...I want it to be good for all of us...I'm willing to do whatever it takes for that to happen..." Royal was speaking between deep breaths as Brax removed his tongue from Royal's ass and instead inserted his finger, right to the knuckle. "Oh fuck," Royal moaned out as the finger pressed in deeper than Brax's tongue had. Royal shut him mouth as a few low, needy moans dribbled from his lips at Brax's finger-fucking.

For a moment, Royal stopped teasing Zack entirely, letting the waves of pleasure roll over his body. All the hands touching him made it easy to lose himself in these fingers. Or that rubbing hand. Or the pinch on his nipple. Or the massaging hand around his balls. It was a lot to keep up with. Royal's brain was struggling to keep up in his foggy state. It wasn't until Cain's question about Brax giving him something bigger that Royal realized he'd been using Zack to rest on, and so he finally did what they both wanted: he opened his mouth, and instead of stroking Zack, he swallowed his cockhead and the first few inches of his dick, starting to suck the vampire's cock to make up for his lack of attention, groaning as the taste of cock and precum filled his mouth for the first time this evening.

@downthecove

[anna-hawk]

Give — Receive — F!ck

Here's the second part to the spicy version of the Kiss - Marry - K!ll game.

Like last time, you'll have to choose the order of Who you will go down on, Who will go down on you, and Who you'll actually fuck.

[darlingshane]

big bad wolff

Pairing: Braxton Wolff x Marybeth Medina

Summary: Passing on a contract is a first for Brax, but there's something pulling at his heartstrings that is far more interesting than the money he was offered.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Alcohol, Associates with Benefits (or something like that).

Word Count: 2k (precisely)

— You can read below or at AO3.

“Hard pass,” Braxton slides the envelope across the table after taking a quick look at his new target. “I don't fuck with law enforcement.”

“That's the line you draw? Thought you were all about the money.”

“I love money. But a man gotta have a code, too. 'Sides Treasury? It'd put a target on my back.”

“She’s an analyst.”

“Still. Working for the federals.”

“What if I double the offer?”

Braxton raises a brow and opens the envelope again to see the beautiful Marybeth Medina in the photo inside.

As tempting as the offer is…

“I'm sorry, Mr. Calhoun. I'm afraid the answer is still no. What did she do anyway?”

“She's got her nose in my client's business like a rabid dog after a buried bone. The only way to stop her from digging further would be to gently put her down.”

“Hm, I've met women like that.”

“I thought you guys were professionals. Can't you make it look like an accident? What would you say if I added another 50 grand?”

“It’s possible, but accidents can get the wrong people asking the right questions, and I can't have that in my line of business.”

“You're a hitman.”

“And you're a two-time slimy lawyer that scours a six-figure representing the scum of the earth that make me look like the Easter Bunny.”

“I have to say, Mr. Wolff, your reputation does not precede you. Mr. Davenport won't be pleased to know you have refused to do your job.”

“Davenport is not my boss. Tell him I said hi.”

He watches Calhoun like a hawk as the lawyer retrieves his cellphone from Braxton's assistant.

“Did you tap it?” He asks once Calhoun has left the premises.

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I tapped it.”

“Good. You tell H to get a detailed list of all his calls, meetings, texts… I need to know where this asshole eats, when he shits, where he does his dry cleaning…”

“The whole gist. Got it.”

“Put a couple of guys on Medina, too. Just in case.”

“I thought that was your job.”

“Yeah, but I'm afraid they're going to double down now. I can't take those chances.”

“You had to piss him off, didn't you?”

“You know me, sweetheart. My mouth runs faster than my brain. I'm a lost cause.”

Later that night, Braxton sneaks into Medina's building. His guys are already staking the place per his orders.

Medina is not home yet when he breaks into her apartment. It wouldn't be the first time he's done it.

In the dark, he pulls out a mini flashlight and RF detector and checks every nook of her place for hidden bugs.

Given their history, he kinda owes her this one. Even if he didn't, what he said to Calhoun is right, he doesn't fuck with law enforcement. At least not in that sense.

He's going through her desk when Marybeth opens the door.

She’s not surprised one bit to find him there when she turns on the light.

“Look what the cat dragged in. Do you ever just wait for people to invite you in, Mr. Wolff?” She watches Braxton, clad in back, putting his gadgets away.

“Hm, sometimes. But it's not as fun.”

“Business or pleasure?” her frown remains firm as she puts her case down, removes her blazer and steps out of her uncomfortable shoes.

“How about both?”

“Some things never change.”

Marybeth rolls the sleeves of her dress shirt and pulls out a bottle of scotch and two ball glasses from the cabinet, as he takes off his leather gloves and sits at the dining table.

That's how their meetings always start – with a bottle of Lagavulin and a formal debrief that follows with them handling their pressing business between sheets.

“I think I have a mole,” Marybeth realizes after hearing Brax's warning.

“How do you figure?”

“Because only me and my boss know about Davenport LLC. We're still gathering evidence.”

“Is your boss dirty?”

“Ray King?” She chuckles a little, “not a chance in hell.”

“Well, whatever you have on Davenport is making them shit their panties.”

“Davenport doesn’t scare me,” she throws back her glass, taking a big gulp of her drink.

“He should. I’ve seen what he does with pretty faces like yours.”

“You think he’d be that dumb to go after me?”

“He came to me, honey. He is that dumb.”

“You could've just called, you know?”

“Had to make sure nobody was listening.”

“Are they?”

“No.”

“Good. Can we move on now to the pleasure part? I had a long day.”

“I just told you one of the most dangerous men on the planet is after you and you’re not worried at all?”

“Oh, I am worried. But he’s not going to show up tonight, is he? Uh-uh. Not as long as I have The Big Bad Wolff on my side.”

“Gotta say, Medina. You were not like this when we met. You went quickly from little lamb to lion.”

“Maybe I was never a lamb. And, you weren't like this, either. It seems that you actually care about what happens to me, Mr. Wolff.”

“Well, perhaps I do. Would that be so bad?”

“Hm, no. Not at all.” She stands up, offering a hand in his direction. “You coming, Big Wolff?”

“Rock ‘n Roll, girl.”

Braxton downs the rest of his drink and takes her hand, letting her lead the way to her bedroom.

Under the warm glow of the night lamp, and Brax’s brazen stare, her hands undo one by one the buttons of her shirt. As her skin comes to view, he pulls out his boots and slips out of his jacket without letting her out of his sight.

There’s no rush, but the thrill is palpable. It lingers in the air. They’ve already gone through this more times than he can count, and watching her undress her body is just as exciting as all those times he’s ripped her clothes apart.

When they're both stripped to his underwear, his hands automatically are drawn to frame her hips, pulling her body flush against his. Marybeth tilts her head, tentatively seizing his mouth slowly, letting her fingers draw the toned slopes of his arms.

Her tongue moves past his lips as her skin comes alive, buzzing under his palms, as his fingertips sink at the curve of her ass.

Brax tries to take control of the kiss, but Marybeth doesn't waver, and brings one of her hands to hold his chin still. She nibbles his bottom lip before sucking it between her teeth to see it turn dark pink after releasing it.

Usually, she lets him be the one in charge, but tonight she's in the mood for something different. There are things outside this room that escape her control, and here with him is the only thing she can get a semblance of power.

“Thought you wanted the big bad Wolff.”

“I want him on a leash,” her hand curls around his throat without squeezing.

“Yeah? What do I get in return?”

“Me.”

He scoffs and licks his lips, “okay, lil lion, show me what you got.”

Marybeth keeps her hold around his neck, guiding him backwards toward the bed until the back of his legs meet the mattress. He lays down on his back, and she crawls on top of him. She braces her palms on his chest, straddles his lap, allowing her hips to gently circle over his crotch.

His hands are automatically called to hold those beautiful hips that shamelessly grind, earning themselves a good hard-on to enjoy.

Behind layers of underwear, she rubs herself over and over, a little faster each time, letting that sweet spot revel in the friction he provides as the inner side of her panties quickly gets coated in her juices.

Locking eyes with her, he’s utterly mesmerized by the unbearable beauty of Marybeth as she bites her bottom lip. From above, she watches him exhale and buck up like an animal between her legs, trying to drill his way into her.

It's a torturous deed, she's aware. There's a fine line between playing with Brax or riling him up, and she's just lightly tapping on it. If she pressed any harder, it'd be like poking that ravenous wolf.

After a long moment, she brings her hips to a halt and reaches back with her fingers to unclasp her bra. As she tosses it aside, she leans forward to gently bite on his lip.

“Good, Wolff,” she grins, tracing the shape of his lips with the tip of her tongue as her fingers slip under the elastic of his boxers to feel his erection. It fills up her fist, throbs as her hand squeezes just a little harder to have his precum wetting the head.

“Hmm,” his lip curls, showing those teeth he's marked on her skin many times before.

Getting him to a point of perfection, she finally rids herself of her panties and pulls down his boxers. His cock jolts on its own when her knuckles graze his shaft. Propped on her knees, she lifts her ass, lines the blunt tip of his cock with her entrance, and sinks onto him.

In less than a second, as usual, he forgets altogether why he came here as her wet ass pussy slides up and down his hardness.

“Fuck me, girl,” he pants as she sinks all the way down, having her divinely, tight opening pressing around him.

Once she's comfortable enough, she angles her body forward, propping her hands on either side of his head, and moves a little faster. First, just rocking back and forth, and then bouncing with practiced ease as Brax fills his eager palms with her ass. Her breasts are so perfectly round and perked, bouncing dangerously close to his face, he can't help but stick his head up to nibble one of them.

Marybeth, smiling mid-moan, holds his head with one hand as he viciously wraps his lips around her nipple. His grunts ripple all over her skin, making her core ache, as he moves to the other boob.

He uses his teeth this time, there's so much she can do to tame that wild beast beneath her, she wouldn't even stop it if she wanted to. After crossing that line, he's all lips, tongue, and paws claiming her body.

His arms curl around her, and before she realizes, he's turning the tables to get himself on top of her and charge the rest of the way. He desperately pushes into her at full force, coaxing her body into submission. The most beautiful cries come out of her as he drives her into madness when his fingers find their way to her clit.

Having his fingers working furiously on that spot, he bites her neck, scrapes his teeth on her jaw before devouring her mouth. He can't bring himself to stop until he's poured every drop inside her. Braxton gasps for air as he comes undone. His cock is still twitching inside her, trying to ride the wave of his orgasm, when her sweet opening flutters around him. All her muscles seize up for a second as a lightning of pleasure travels through her body.

Holding her jaw, he keeps his mouth open against her lips as his breathing catches and the room suddenly goes quiet below the sound of their shared pants. His stomach presses softly on hers, as he lays completely limp and flat on top of her. If someone were to attack right now, he wouldn't be able to even pick up his gun to defend himself or even stand up. He can think of a million ways worse to die than this, to be honest. Given the opportunity, if he had to choose a way to go, this would be it – post-orgasm, still tucked inside the fine depth of her tender walls, as her fingers softly comb the damp hairs at his nape.

[wintearys]

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐗

Lady Elyra was taken to the Twins alongside her father and brothers, considered a danger enough when she shot soldiers with her bow and arrow. Brynden of House Blackwood became her jailor and later, confidance. What became as simple company through nights and jests of running away, became real after the red wedding,where boiling feelings became a reality and brynden took elyra away with him to the North. After everything and regaining his brothers and the territorries from the Brackens, Elyra was his promised bride after everything, soon to become the new Lady of Raventree.

with @dcviline brynden.

DO NOT REBLOG UNLESS TAGGED. MUTUALS CAN INTERACT AND REPLY. PERSONALS GO AWAY.

[minidodds]

[luvcrs]

open to: anyone !

"i'm not good for you, don't you get that?"

[west1rosi]

LADY ELYRA BRAX OF HOUSE BRAX, CHIEF BANNERMEN OF HOUSE LANN.ISTER.

House   Brax   of   Hornvale   is   a   noble   house   from   the   westerlands,   among   the   chief   bannermen   of   House   Lannister   of   Casterly   Rock.   Their   seat   is   Hornvale.Their   shield   depicts   a   purple   unicorn   on   silver.   House   Brax   was   established   during   the   Andal   invasion   through   the   marriage   of   First   Men   and   Andal   nobles.  

During   the   War   of   the   Five   Kings,   House   Brax   answers   the   call   of   Lord   Tywin   Lannister. Daughter   of   Lord   Andros   Brax   and   his   youngest   child,   Elyra   grew   up   with   her   three   older   brothers.   An   accomplish   rider   and   archer   on   her   own   right,   Lady   Elyra   is   thought   to   prefer   the   company   of   books   than   people.   During   the   war,   she   lost   one   of   her   brothers   and   her   father.

  She   was   captive   at   the   Twins   alongside   her   brother   Tytos.   Tales   of   the   battles   said   the   lady   took   her   bow   and   arch   and   shot   at   least   one   soldier   before   being   captured.   

[birdhaslostit]

I’m on such a French House/French Touch kick rn, you don’t even KNOW man

[fataviam]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   . . . the house of wind.     𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   . . . rhaeya einar.   (   @ofnightcourts  ).

the malakh had been unprepared for his role in the dusk court, meaning that he would have to play nice and be dignified for more of his life than he wished. but he fit the role well. perhaps it had been the practice he had while shuffling the midgardian nobles that haunted this house tonight. or, perhaps destiny had just made him equipped to deal with the all - powerful through tasteful reminders that he didn't care. regardless, abraxas had made his rounds through inner circles, making lifeless conversation with high fae rulers centuries older than he could ever imagine being. but a reputation proceeded this one.

the most successful high lady in prythian's troublesome history, the beginning of change in these outdated lands ⎯ the very reason he was allowed to be here this night. stiff formalities seemed most polite as he approached the event's hostess, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ❝ your home is beautiful, high lady. i am truly enamored by this welcoming event ⎯ the best in any summit i've attended in the past two decades. ❞

[minecchi]

[felinelun]

And least we forget the closest thing the Doctor ever had to a gender is being An Idiot

...AND NEITHER, AND MORE.