#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.

[redhead-troublmakerr]

Don't tell him I like punishment...

[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

[ashandblcod]

The dragon had picked up a new habit of walking the castle, when he needed to think, fresh air, or was simply bored he found himself wandering the halls. So much so that he knew where most everything was, knew where to go when he was feeling a particular way. Today he had no such feeling, just wandering with nothing else really planned, a boring day in which he'd hope to stumble onto someone that could make it just a tad bit interesting. With everything going on witht he council he felt a level of stress and unease, even though he wasn't too concerned about Dorian being attacked.

He found himself where they kept a lot of the plants, a garden of sorts, he often wondered how easy it was for them to set ablaze each time he passed by. He wasn't even aware of the other even being, there, them being so silent and so still while the dragon was so preoccupied by his own thoughts. He probably should have knowing who he was, it wasn't hard to mistake the enforcer with anything else, even the greenery he had chosen to hide himself in. "Oh--." He said as the other stood up, "Didn't mean to interrupt whatever it was you were doing." He said, feeling only a tad bad about it, unsure of what he was even doing in the first place.

Location: Summer Secrets or The Greenhouse (your choice)

Nothing really compared to being in the forest, but he didn't have the time for that right now: work was eating him alive and finding down time required him planning two days in advance, including planning for some other shit to hit the fan that he'd have to deal with. It was getting to the point where even with scheduling in catastrophes, he was still out of free time. He was torn between needing to relax, and needing to stay vigilant. Mostly he needed to clone himself, but that would probably end with him having to kill his own clones and never being sure if he was the original or not. He'd seen those movies enough times to want to avoid that.

So instead he was doing some basic meditation and breathing among the plants. He disguised this activity by keeping a look of stone-coldness on his face, which he could do even while sleeping if he had to: he'd been a professional bodyguard for too long not to have developed that skill. While seeking inner peace and trying to imagine himself in the center of a moonlit glade, next to a limpid pool (he'd seen a lot of pools in his life, none of them limpid, but the meditation app on his phone was really big into the imagery), earbuds hidden by his hair, he could feel momentary calm wash over him. Oh yeah. That was good. Then it was immediately ruined by an interruption. Opening his eyes, Dom sighed, paused the meditation, took out the earbuds, and stood up. It had been so nice for a moment there. Cracking his neck and stretching, he turned to face his new problem, whatever it was.

[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

[genlirema]

TogaSaku but they both blushin 🧡🖤🤍

[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?"

[leclercskiesahead]

Um okay yeah okay

[steviekepler]

Dom's voice was newly familiar— but familiar all the same— and Stevie was yanked out of her fruity dilemma to glance up at her employer. He looked far less put together than he had at the shop, tired, bleary eyes blinking back at her and the unmistakable smell of alcohol wafting from his general direction. Stevie bit back a laugh, but it escaped as a small snort, anyway. "Sup, boss man," she said with a nod of her chin and an exaggerated sniff in his direction. "Smells like you had an eventful Saturday night." Her eyebrows waggled as she teased him before her eyes settled back on the avocado in her hand.

It did make her feel a little better that he didn't seem to know the answer to the question either, her gaze trailing back to the phone in his hand and mouth poised to tease him for it. Would Sam have been the type to call her at every whim? Would she have somehow managed to convince him that she held every answer in the palm of her hand? More likely she would have been the one calling him for help.

She breathed through the wave of grief those thoughts brought with them, and even after eight years, it never really got easier. She just got better at tucking it away, so her smile was pointed in his direction a beat later. "I've never been much of a gambler. Let's see what Mommy Dommy has to say."

…

Shopping after closing up the vendor stand he manned for lunch was by far Dom’s favorite part of the farmers market. His least favorite being that it took place on a Sunday which inevitably meant he’d be nursing a hangover. Sniffing the collar of his shirt he got a whiff of vanilla vodka and it dawned on him he was wearing the same shirt as last night and he groaned. The memory pulled forward by the vanilla vodka made his stomach roll. Heavy lidded his eyes fell to a green avacado his nose twitched, “I could ask my mom.” He said already pulling out his phone, “I sort of gamble every time I pick em out. It’s a fifty-fifty chance it’s any good.” He nodded towards the vendor, “They’re usually pretty good about the produce tho.”

[ferrarer17]

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

How getting it back for more series would feel:

[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.

[luciferscowgirl]

Me every time I read @zombiequeenblog’s fics:

(Me if I had a ghock)

I NEED HIM. I NEED TO LIVE IN THE SADGLO UNIVERSE. I NEED CARDINAL COPIA. I AM SO NOT OKAY WHEN IT COMES TO HIM. HELP ME DEAR LORD SATAN PLEASE.

IT’S STARTING TO HURT.

[redhead-troublmakerr]

All set to get wet 💦

[supermaks]

Max putting the fear of God in that car rn

[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.