#c: dom

[c-o-t-o]

Zayne can't even finish his sentence before kissing you, muttering his desperation onto your lips as he takes you down. Starved for your touch, for your lips, for more... Zayne doesn't care how desperate he looks as he starts pummeling you with selfishly deep kisses.

Pinning your hand down above your head so that there's no chance of even that getting in the way, Zayne drinks you in. Shivering, breath shaking, who knows if it's from the cold or trying to hold back the last thread of restraint against ravaging you?

The cold starts to settle in painfully... but Zayne plans on using your warmth to surround him. Will that last thread of restraint snap from the bitter cold? Zayne struggles to hold back as he finally starts to indulge in every part of you almost selfishly.

[joanne-morgrave]

Joanne laughed as she shook her head. "No one is content these days to wait for an actual holiday to come about." It was all a gimmick for sales, but she found it exhausting. It sucked, with complete irony in place, the energy out the actual day. "You thought about looking online?"

status: open where: Mini Mart

“How do you shop for a birthday that’s not Halloween themed?” Dominic furrowed his brows as he browsed the aisle, looking over all of the decorations. The town was in full spirit of Halloween, and he couldn’t fault it, but at the same time, he couldn’t stand Halloween right now. With an annoyed sigh, he picked up a pack of plastic cups, all decorated in webs and pumpkins, before placing it down eventually. “You’d think the superhero themed stuff would still be available right now. Or maybe I’m just party- blind and can’t see anything.”

[vitrificvitriol]

GAH HAVE THIS

[ofembxrs]

The intensity in which he'd been taken was something he craved, he wasn't fragile and could take a good beating when confronted by it. His master made sure to keep him in such a state when they were together, and Dom was giving what he'd asked of him. The noises that left him filled the space within the woods they were in, hiding nothing about the pleasure he was feeling. Before he knew it he was being flipped over, onto his stomach where the grass and dirt pressed against his skin. He didn't care, his ass was soon filled again with the others cock leaving him breathless and needy.

The dirt where his face laid upon rubbed onto his fast as he moved with force, he moved faster and harder sending the bird spiraling. As he moved the closer he got to his own release, not reaching his own until he'd been filled by the other. The warmth of him was felt as he groaned, his world spinning once more as he was flipped back over again. Looking up at him with needy and desperate eyes as his cock was taken. "Fuck!" He shouted the hand working him until he came, leaving a mess between them in its wake.

Dom lost the capacity for complex thought, focusing on blood and sex and ignoring everything else, even the name of the person he was fucking. He was there and was eager, that was all that mattered. It was just a body underneath him that filled both his needs. He snarled at the talking, pulling out and flipping Ember over, knocking him onto his stomach and slamming into his raised hips, the other man's face pressed into the soft ground. His fangs dripped blood as Dom stroked the other man's skin, picking a spot at his shoulder before striking and biting again. He went harder. He'd been ASKED for harder. They were leaving a groove in the earth, his hands ripping into it when his claws might have otherwise torn through flesh.

The frenzy overtook him and he growled in his throat, speeding up and focusing on not killing Ember when he came. His claws left deep enough furrows in the ground he'd pressed Ember down underneath him. Getting up, Dom swore and got off the other man. His vision was still red and he was more than half-feral, so he turned Ember over and grabbed his cock, stroking him and sucking on the wounds on the other man's neck to keep the last drops of blood from being wasted.

[joelscruff]

no because like. and this is for my show!joel girlies - this is the first time we're actually putting a face to the jackson joel we try to visualize in our heads when we read jackson fics. like. we've done our best to imagine pedro's joel in that scenario but now we can finally see what that looks like. i feel lightheaded

[c-o-t-o]

Sylus gets what he wants

And he knows it. There's no doubt in his mind when he asks you to kneel before him that you'll obey... That when he tells you to come, that you'll rush to him hurriedly... that all he has to do is look at you to get what he desires.

Sylus knows he has you wrapped around his finger, but he won't take advantage of that, no. There's no need, because he knows you're head over heels for him. You don't need convincing, and he's all too aware of that.

So when Sylus leans over you, eyes darkened downwards at you with a grin creeping up in the corner of his mouth... finger curling to raise the bottom of your chin to look up at him, you await eagerly to hear what he wants. However, he just chuckles and smirks.

"Well?" He whispers, inches away from your lips, the fingers of his free hand playfully circling your neck. "What are you waiting for, kitten?"

[genlirema]

TogaSaku but they both blushin 🧡🖤🤍

[ferrarer17]

How getting Wynonna Earp back for a 90 minute tv movie feels.

How getting it back for more series would feel:

[ofembxrs]

He wasn't sure why he was there, he got put into the fight thing for one reason or another. He wasn't even much of a fighter, he'd rather do other things than get punched in the face for sport. Suppose he could easily just burn everyone to a crips, but he doubted he'd be allowed to do something like that. So he found himself doing what he could to try to up his chances, even if he didn't think his chances were very high to begin with. He wandered until he stumbled across Dom, throwing a bunch of boulders around, it looked interesting enough so he lingered around him. "What are you doing?" He asked curiously, keeping his distance as to not become flattened by a boulder.

open to: anyone

Setting: outside

Time: any

Dom was working out. He'd been talked into the fight club tournament against his better judgment. He worked out anyway but now he was going to have to actually fight people, he was making sure he had every advantage, given he was younger than a lot of the members of the castle. He was throwing boulders today. The trick and skill of boulder throwing wasn't the strength, but the accuracy of how you threw them. He'd managed to stack several on top of each other and had managed to at least amuse himself even if he wasn't really pushing himself to the limits. This was supposed to be a healthy release of tensions. He'd only signed up under duress and he was still trying to find a way out of the whole thing. Hitting slaves felt wrong, and hitting masters felt stupid. As for hitting staff, that just felt pointless. But here he was.

[demons-art-hell]

Day 9: Idol/Band AU

Yeahhh I love them! Had the most fun with the poses and designing the clothes The lighting was veryy tricky I hope it's okay 🥺

[superm4ks]

Max putting the fear of God in that car rn

[fisheito]

DID HE LICK? (🐍 edition)

STORY CHP 2: ✅ (ear/abdomen) BELOVED SR: ✅ (mouth) THE OG SSR: ✅✅ (ear; mouth) WHITE DAY: ✅❌️ (mouth) IDOLKUMO: ❌️✅ (mouth/neck/ear) VAMPIREY: ✅✅ (mouth/thighs; neck) BOOKWORM: ❌️✅ (mouth) HISSHISSSS: ✅✅ (neck; calf) IT'S RAINING: ✅✅ (DICK; neck)

H-SCENE TONGUE ACTIVATION RATE: 81%

[pe0ple3ater]

heyy lol, have this. pac/roier/cellbit, roier mean doming the fuck out of cellbit and pac. he's tired of them being Like That so he's going to fix it.

Roier understands why Cellbit can't get over Pac.

He's fucking pretty, laid out across their bed with his legs spread. Looking like a fucking dream, cunt red and puffy from Roier playing with him earlier. He's flushed and there's tears gathering in his eyes, Roier coos softly and reaches around Cellbit's waist to flick at Pac's little t-dick, watching the way his whole body flinches and his cunt clenches around nothing.

Roier also understands why Pac can't get over Cell.

He's biased, because Cellbit is his husband and the most beautiful man he's ever seen, but like this he's really something else. Naked save for the thick red leather collar around his neck and the black muzzle around his face. Roier is standing behind him, and Cellbit's tail is wrapped around Roier's waist. He's blushing a pretty pink down his chest, Roier's got his hand around the base of Cellbit's cock, which is hard and flushed and dripping. He's shaking with barely-contained need, his hair is a fucking mess from Roier pulling on it. He's the most beautiful thing Roier's ever seen. He turns his head and presses his face against Cellbit's neck, dragging his fangs against his skin and listening to the way his breath hitches and grinning at the shiver that runs down his spine.

"You're going to play nice, gathino?" Roier asks, running his hand up and down Cellbit's dick in one slow pull. Cellbit nods and whimpers, hips twitching into Roier's hand and chasing the sensation. Roier tisks and runs his other hand up to tangle in the back of Cellbit's hair, pulling his head back and pressing his lips against his husbands ear.

Pac whines at the sight, his legs spread wider and Roier grins wickedly.

"You need to be good, man, look at how needy Pac is" he mumbles, pulling twin groans from both Pac and Cellbit. They're so easy.

Roier keeps a firm grip on Cellbit's hair, but he pushes his hips forward and guides his dick to lay between Pac's folds. Pac groans and squirms, lifting his hips to try and get Cellbit inside of him. Roier releases Cellbit's dick for a second, and is pleased when he stays exactly where Roier left him, to land a harsh slap against Pac's thigh.

"You be patient, I'm trying to teach Cellbo a lesson," Roier scolds and grins at the way Pac yelps and twitches at the slap. Roier returns his hand to where it was previously and kisses at Cellbit's neck gently, releasing his hair to grab his hip and guide him to grind between Pac's folds. Cellbit moans and his head drops, eyes focused on where he and Pac are touching. Roier smiles and lets his head catch on Pac's entrance, making Pac whimper and squirm

"See, Cellbo, isn't it nice to be sweet and go slow? You can make him feel good without hurting him," Roier mumbles and makes sure Cellbit's dick drags against Pac's clit with every pass. Cellbit nods and his tail tightens around Roier's waist.

Pac is a fucking mess, unable to stay still, loud and unabashed. Roier is shocked he's not begging, though he supposes Pac is eager to be good. His hands are curled in the sheets, back arched and hips twitching eagerly up with every slick pass of Callbit's cock against his dick. Roier wishes he had his camera.

"You're being so good Pac, just hold on a little longer and you can use him however you want," Roier promises and feels Cellbit's shudder against his body.

He'll get them both into shape.

[your-old-man]

Sometimes when I come back to this blog it just feels like I'm going "hey sorry I got really fixated on [childish media]. Do you still think I'm hot."

Anyway I'll post again soon I just got really fixated again.