#hands? necklace? the scruff? the hair?

[sequencefairy]

bites him bites him bites him

[acciosriracha]

"Draco didn't know what awaited him and Hermione in the years to come. He only knew that right now, he had a beautiful woman waiting in bed for tea, scones, her husband, and if they were very, very lucky, a new addition to their lives together. A fresh start."

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So obsessed with Remain Nameless by @heyjude19-writing! I just had to indulge in a little epilogue-of-epilogue fantasy where they're celebrating their anniversary in France with a little curly haired angel. Hermione's got her marigold dress on and special sapphire necklace and Draco's in his dashing blue shirt with a bit of scruff (something about Hermione liking how it -and his ringed fingers- feel on her skin). Man's reminiscing how far they've come since Granger stole his table. Now there's another set of sneaky little hands that loves to take blueberry scones off their plates. <3

[rite4fun]

new do’s and babbling no’s

enjoy this sweet short blurb of pure fluff bc that’s the mood i’m in 😭

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“ow!”

“quit” your fingers comb through the top of his hair, gathering some pieces to create a small braid then wrapping a light blue colored elastic around it. the gentle pull of his hair making him release a hiss through his teeth, “stop it, you’re going to make her scared”

“she should be, nearly yanking m’ hair out m’ head” daryl sits on the ground, resting his back against the couch that you reside on behind him, his broad shoulders nestled between your legs with your skillful hands in his hair.

“no i’m not sweetheart.. daddys’ just a big baby” you coo softly at the small baby girl that sits between daryls stretched out legs, tiny hands playing with a soft plush bunny, big blue doe eyes entranced by the two people infront of her. daryl grumbles in response as you tighten the two braided pigtails up atop his head, ruffling the loose bottom half, “daddy looks so pretty, hm?”

squeezing the plush toy in excitement, giggling delightfully behind the pink pacifier in her mouth, you watch as she reaches her hands out to daryl- who immediately accommodates to her needs, letting her hold onto his hands to shakily stand and wobble closer in order to reach up and play with the strands of hairs that stick out more than the rest.

“ow!” daryl yelps when she pulls too hard, startling her for a second before she quickly finds something else to focus on, tugging on the letter shaped necklace that hangs from his neck; an initial that begins your first name, “like mother, like daughter”

you swat at his shoulder as his blue eyes glint mischievously up at you with an equally playful smile gracing his lips. unable to stop yourself, you lean down to press your own against his, humming at the familar scruff that scratches at your bare skin.

“no, no, no, no” the babbling of your daughter takes both of your attention as she gleefully jumps up and down, little arms held out for her mother.

“that’s right! daddy has no idea what he is talking about” you joke as you grab her tiny body, lifting her onto your lap, fingers musing over her growing baby hair, “want mama to do your hair now?”

“not sure i wanna risk the little hair she has” daryl laughs with his words, immediately shifting his body further away from you as you reach to swat at him again but missing this time. you settle your daughter more securely in your lap as you begin gathering small pieces of her hair.

“shut up” you stick your tongue out at him childishly but you don’t get far in putting her hair up when she throws herself back into your body in a hissy fit.

daryl doesn’t say anything from his spot on the ground, only raising his eyebrows as he watches the little one let out a loud whine as she squirms around.

you narrow your eyes, ready to quip back some sharp remark but the doorbell rings. you quickly gather the toddler into your arms as you stand, “better go answer it, princess”

“.. wha’?”

you smirk as you lightly bounce the now calm baby in your arms before squatting infront of his still figure, eyes gazing over his new hairdo and the shook expression he holds, “i gotta tend to our daughter, so you get to answer the door”

you leave him with a quick bruising kiss and a slight ruffling of his hair, nearly prancing out of the living room as you softly talk to the small girl in your arms.

daryl can’t hear exactly what you’re saying but giggles erupt from the both of you as you exit the room and he can’t find himself to be anything but happy, warmth flooding his chest at the clear happiness that emits from his girls.

so if he blindly answers the doors with two braided pigtails atop his head, well- he can only hope whoever stands on the other side keeps quiet on the matter.

[ma1dmer]

League of Legends - Swain NSFW

the ungodly things i want this man to do to me

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): He is a busy man, so he doesn't linger in bed for too long, but he is a gentleman so he makes sure you are okay before he can step away and return to his duties, might order someone to guard you through the day until you get home or something. //Or send his crows

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Swain doesn't have a favourite part on himself, not from a lack of confidence, nor from being too proud of himself, he just doesn't think of it. On his partner he has a fascination with the neck ,he'll bend you over his desk and scruff you like a kitten to feel your pulse accelerate ,or watch you throw your head back in ecstasy thinking how easy it would be to simply close his fist around your throat, press down and snap your neck, he won't do it, but the trust you put on him is so exciting. He'll also buy you necklaces specifically so he can put them on you. //Collars too

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): He doesn't enjoy cleaning the mess, but oh does he love having you clean it up. Plays a quite cruel game of cumming inside and sending you off with the order of having none of it leak out until he calls on you again.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): He hates admitting what a distraction you have become to him, how his mind slips to you when he is alone in his office, images of you beneath his desk flashing behind his eyes. He would not dare actually risk it, but he has definitely thought of you pleasing him beneath the desk while a meeting is happening or something. He would like to think he wouldn't care even if you two were caught, he is the most powerful man in Noxus , no one would dare say anything, but in practice he knows its far too risky.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): He has a decent amount of experience from his younger years before becoming Grand General. After that he had to limit himself a lot, Noxus and his duties come first.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): If its in his office something like the CEO , with his hand pressing down on the back of your neck the other hand firm on your hip. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): He is very serious and intense, if you laugh or giggle at him, he'll take it as a chance to discipline you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): He trims as much as its necessary to not be entirely unruly, its all about being presentable.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Whenever he returns from the front lines ,or if he has been especially busy with Noxian affairs, he sends a dark red bouquet of roses with a letter inviting you to his office. There, he will have prepared some good wine and a small gift for you - something you can wear ,maybe something for the night ,wink wink nudge nudge- , he won't straight up apologise for being so busy, he doesn't feel like he has to, but at least he can understand needing to make the moments you are together special.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): He is not a hormonal teen anymore, he can control his urges, and especially if he has a partner, he is a patient man, he can wait until he sees them again.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): BDSM, Choking, Cockwarming, Impact Play (spanking ,slapping), Boot worship etc.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): His personal matters stay behind closed and locked doors, but every now and then he won't mind letting them slip to his office, if he knows no one will come seeking for him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): Obedience, this man thrives off of power, a simple "yes sir"  can make his blood boil. And on the other front ,disobedience //slightly less, but it does the trick if you frustrate him enough, he’ll take it as a challenge, if you are going to be a brat he'll make sure to act accordingly.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Sex in any public space, being in such an important position makes him a big target ,he won't endanger his partner or give anyone fuel to manipulate him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): There is nothing prettier than his partner on their knees, arms behind their back, his booted foot between their thighs as their only source of friction, their lips wrapped around his cock, 'Stunning' he'll purr in his deep voice while wiping away the tears with a gloved hand as they struggle to take him down their throat.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Depends, what goal does he have in mind? Is his goal to simply show you how much he missed you after a long time away, or is it to punish you for being a nuisance.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Not a fan, finds them, distasteful, and something immature people do out of desperation.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): Not really a risk taker, he likes to plan things, he plans when he'll see you, what he'll have prepared (food ,gift etc) and then have several ideas about how the night will go depending on how you act. He'll make it feel as if you have initiated it, but it's definitely his doing. Oh, really did the gorgeous diamond collar he got you ,match the similarly golden plug he got you several months back, and now you are curious to try it out? Hmmm, what a coincidence, who is he to say no to his darling.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): He might not be young anymore, but he knows how to pace himself for the best outcome for both himself and his partner. //You can’t convince me the demon powers don’t come with some extra stamina as well

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): Absolutely a fan, collars and ropes and leashes and plugs and whips and paddles. They are all carefully selected gifts by him, customised and handcrafted.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): He is a cruel man, he can have his partner on the edge for hours either as punishment or simply forcing them to 'gain their reward'. He'll pull them right to the edge only to pull away entirely or deliver some sort of painful strike.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): He is quiet, unnervingly so, his gaze intense, watching his partner carefully get more and more frantic in their attempt to please him, only to finally let go towards the end, close his eyes and grunt in pleasure as he holds you down on him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): I know this man has a pet play kink, i know it in my heart, if he could leash you up and walk you on your knees around Noxus, he would.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Definitely a grower ,on the longer side and he knows exactly how to use it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): He is no longer the young man we was once, so his mind doesn't run as wild as it used to and he often has so much to focus on that those sort of needs take a backseat, but he does have his moments where frustration and pent up anger get the best of him ,and where better to vent those feelings out ,than on his willing partner.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): It takes him a while to get fully comfortable and relax ,so he usually falls asleep after his partner is out first, he'll stall with work or his nightly routine until he is sure you are asleep.

[calciumdeficientt]

HAAAAI *twirls hair* care to write sum headcanons about my boy Colt? (THIS IS @redninjaoutfit 😋)

Colt De Luca is my son. I found him sopping wet in a cardboard box on the side of the road and I raised him as my own.

COLT DE LUCA HCS

He always sorta knew that he was gonna follow in his brother’s footsteps. He’s always looked up to Lucky, even if he doesn’t always appreciate his helicopter-parent way of keeping him safe and on the right track. While he calls his brother out for his hypocrisy, especially on the grounds of smoking, he knows that deep down it’s Lucky’s way of showing he cares.

EXCELS in art class, to the point that his artwork is shown as examples to other classes (including the older years) and is displayed throughout the classroom. He has a real natural talent for art, and he’s constantly working to improve upon his previous works.

Speaking of constantly painting it is always ALL OVER him. His hands, his shoes, his jeans, his hair. He just cant seem to get it off him, and because I like to think that primarily he works with oil paints, that shit does not come out, and often means he has stained skin. One time he walked into the auto shop with some red paint on his face and all the greasers jumped to go and find who’d hurt him. He had to explain to them that he’d been doing a life drawing of some tomatoes and had wiped his brow with the back of his paint encrusted hand.

Tries hard to do right by his brother but its just so hard when he’s been practically joined to the hip to the biggest bad influence in the greasers for his entire life. Lefty and Colt balance each other out. They’re ying and yang, opposite, complimentary, and one cannot exist without just a liiiittle bit of the other. Colt is zen, and peacekeeping, but he can walk the walk if he has to scuffle. Whereas lefty is bold and brash, but carries a little bit of sensitivity in him.

Gives me totally bonkers hippie vibes. Maybe it’d because he’s a sensitive soul, but I can just picture him with his hair down and out of his little coiffure, maybe a tie dye shirt, and some kind of beaded necklace on. He’s still got the paint covered jeans on, but they really tie the whole look together. He’s all about peace, love and understanding. And its coming from a genuine place too, a totally clean mind, because if Lucky even so much as suspected he was doing drugs he’s be picked up by the scruff of the neck and wrung out like a damp dish-towel.

Totally gets referred to as “Lucky’s brother” almost exclusively. This is done a lot by older students, and often means he has to play messenger for his brother who is VERY easy to find. The teachers also do this, but they also call him by his brother’s name. he doesnt think he and Lucky look that similar, but its clearly enough for teaches to grab him, demanding he turn in assignments that are most definitely not at his grade level. Maybe its because of the hair, they both have pretty distinct carrot tops.

[witchersmistress]

Time Out Daddy

this was inspired by @nuggsmum, i took details from a current play date with Daddy that i had over the weekend with his permission of course. now all the fun stuff is a touch of what we did, there are things that occured that sahouldnt be repeat for others.

Trigger warnings: Hedonisim, oral sex, both male and female receiving and giving. P in V, bondage and rough sex, hand necklaces

Word count: 3.3K

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

I can do this, I said looking in the mirror as I adjusted my pigtails one more time. It's just August he isnt going to judge you, you've talked about this 100 times. Adjusting my plaid mini skirt and my thigh highs one last time, I made my way out of the bathroom and into the living room where I left him.

He was sitting on his black leather couch reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, now that made me giggle, walking to stand in the living room, I held my hands behind my back and looked at the ground in my stocking covered feet. “Well, little one, what do we have here?” August said as he snapped the book closed. Looking up at him through my lashes I just watched his expression as he leaned back on the couch, letting one arm rest on the back of the couch and the other one on the armrest holding a glass of whiskey. He finished in one gulp before setting the glass on the matte black side table next to him. He crooked a finger at me and I proceeded to move.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk, no baby girl, on your hands and knees, crawl” trying to swallow the lump in my throat, i dropped to my hands and knees, putting extra sway into my hips as i made my way between his wide spread thighs. My heart was hammering so loud in my chest, I was positive he could hear it. Crawling between his legs. He tapped his right hand on his thigh, “Up” he commanded moving to rest on my knees, I folded my hands over his left knee and placed my chin on top of them and looked into those stunning blue eyes. Reaching out he caressed my cheek with his thumb “What am i going to do with you little one?” I smiled meekly at this man. He honestly could have passed for a Greek God with his stunning blue eyes, black hair and dark mustache, his salt and pepper scruff adding to his attractiveness. I carefully removed one hand and reached up to scratch his scruff on the underside of his chiseled jaw. He let out a low chuckle and grabbed that hand placing it against his muscular chest pinning it there with his own hand.

We just stared at one another for a few moments before he said “ What bonita?” I just smiled at the man, knowing full well that he was going to break my heart. I could feel my cheeks turning pink, I just rubbed my face into his hand that was still on my face. He leaned forward, moving his hand from my cheek to my neck and grabbed, dragging my lips to his. He devoured them in a porno style kiss, adjusting his grip on my neck,drooping my other hand and gripping me round my waist, he stood while still holding my neck. As he reached his full height, I was on my tiptoes trying not to lose my balance. He broke our kiss, smiling wickedly at me. The hand left my neck, traveling down, stopping at the top of my  short pleated skirt, smirking before he crouched slightly, burying his head in my breasts as his hands traveled from their resting place, past my ass and down to my thighs, grabbing them he picked me up and i wrapped my legs around him “August” i yelled wrapping my arms tight around his neck as he let out a low rumble of a laugh, as he picked up his head  “Relax bonita, i've got you, i wont drop you” carrying me from the living room to his bedroom, he pinned me to the door as he finished ripping my blouse off, exposing my black lace bra. Undoing the back, pulling the straps off he tossed it in some direction, he grabbed both your breasts squeezing them before taking your right nipple in his mouth while rolling the left one in between his fingers “August” you begged. He released your nipple with a pop; it immediately hardened  from the cool air “Yes bonita?” he smiled, his eyes dark with lust and desire. Tugging on my bottom lip with my teeth, he pushed off the door and turned to throw me on his bed. I landed with a soft thud and he was in between my legs and pinned me to the bed with his waist. It was a clash of lips, tongue and moans. Not sure where he ended and I began. He has been so exceedingly patient with me that I said fuck it and i was going to do something that ive long been afraid of. Pushing at his shoulder till he rolled over, I pounced on him “Eyes on me Daddy, you've been a bad boy and you need a time out” . The look that danced across his face was just too funny, it was a mixture of amusement, pride and horror and desire. “What did you just say to me?” Swallowing what i had left of my false bravado “I said eyes on me Daddy, you've been bad and you need a timeout” he quirked a brow at me, a ghost of a smile tugging on his plump lips “Oh little one your ass will be sore tomorrow by the time i'm done with you…” I placed a finger to his lips.

His eyes narrowed  in disapproval. Yep my ass is going to hurt later.. Nipping at his muscular chest as I made my way down his body to his belt, with a shaky breath I undid his belt and slid it off tossing it to the floor. Next I  undo his pants with shaking fingers and drag down the zipper. Seconds later, he’s filling my hands. Long and broad and perfect. Eyeballing his erection, I started to have some doubts. His thumb brushes along my cheek as I look up at him. I expect to find him disappointed, but he isn't, his brows are knitted together in concern, an unspoken question bouncing around his retinas. Cocking my head, I looked at him, he nodded his approval.

“Slow,” he murmurs. 

wiping a bead of pre cum off the silky head of his cock, circling the head slowly as he moaned. Pulling off the rest of his boxers and discarding them on the floor, I move to push his legs apart, sitting between his muscular thighs, twitching in anticipation, his eyes following your every move. Gliding your hand down your stomach to the front of your thong, delving 2 fingers into your soaked core, collecting some of the moisture, and pulling your fingers out watching your glistening juices sliding down your fingers onto your hand “Is that for me bonita?” giving a shy nod with your hand covered in juices, that is the hand you used to start stroking him with, slowly at first just to give him a little taste. 

Picking up the pace of your assault as he moaned beneath you. Lowering your head you lick the underside of his velvet memeber, “Fuck, baby girl” with a gleam in your eye you look up at him as you side you tongue around the top of his head, listening to August moan his pleasure. You grip the bottom of his shaft before pulling him into your mouth, you can taste his precum and your juices mixing together, eliciting a moan from you. Looking up at August through your lashes, making eye contact. ‘Fuck” he grabbed a handful of your hair pulling it out of your face and watching while you suck on his thick shaft “You look so good doing that, ive been picturing you red lips wrapped around my cock all evening” a shudder ran through your body as you reached with you opposite hand to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. He hissed with pleasure as you continued working him over. “If you keep this up i'm going to come in that pretty mouth of yours'' 

No shit sherlock that's the idea  you though smuggly to yourself, closing your eyes you began sucking harder, moaning louder as the grip on your hair tightened and he started to fuck your face, choking you slightly. 

“Wicked girl.” He shifts his grip, keeping one hand in your hair and tilting your head back a little. “You want me to fuck your mouth.” “Mmm.” He uses his free hand to touch your left wrist. “it's too much, you let me know.” you make another sound of assent. August might like playing with the darker edge of desire the same way you crave, but he always manages to check in with you. To make sure I'm right there with him. you make you feel far safer than you have any right to. He holds your head immobile as he begins to move. 

Slowly at first, testing your limits. i've never had a sensitive gag reflex, but it’s not a trait you were particularly grateful for until the moment his cock bumps the back of your throat. it's not a comfortable feeling, but you breathe through your nose and relax into it as best you can. you wanted this. “That’s it, little one.” His soft praise lights you up from within. Instead, you luxuriate in it as he begins to move in earnest, thrusting between your lips, forcing you to relax into it or choke. eyes watering and he wipes your tears away with a gentle thumb, so at odds with the rough hold on your hair. “Next time we do this, you’re going to swallow me down. Every single fucking drop.” pulling me by my hair off of his thick cock, I whimper at the loss but it’s  quickly muffled when he grabs me by the throat and brings me down for a wicked kiss. Climbing up his body, I straddle his thighs as I try to wiggle my way out of the skirt, leaving just my thigh highs, garter belt and black lace thong.

He laughed when I got stuck. Flipping me over, he pulled it off and tossed it. “My my is this all for me?” my black garter belt holding up my tan and red seamed thigh highs. The black lace thong that is soaked at this point.

 sliding down the bed in one smooth motion. “You don’t have to—” My voice catches, breaking off as a shock of pure, erotic bliss rocks through me when his mouth touches me. His warm, wet tongue slowly strokes my clit, and all reason leaves me. All that’s left is the painfully exquisite sensation of his skilled, hungry mouth against my bare flesh. My fingers tangled in his hair, and with whatever bit of brainpower that remains to me, you try to pull him away because it’s too intimate, too much, and… “Just relax,” he murmurs, kissing me gently. “Let me make you as crazy as you make me.” Without waiting for an answer, he dips lower again, letting out a sound that’s half sigh, half moan as his tongue slips between my lips, toward my entrance. “Don’t,” you breathe, but you barely hear the sound because you are melting, weakening, as his lips and tongue and breath combine forces, overwhelming me. Dropping  my head back on the pillows, gripping his hair as if it can anchor me to this world even as his mouth moves against me like magic. He pulls away, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him. “If you try to stop me one more time, I will bind your hands to the headboard, do you understand me?” I nodded  my head as he moved back down my body, to my dripping wet cunt. He explores me slowly at first, tasting and sucking, his teeth nibbling gently at me, his tongue stroking me until you can’t breathe, and my hips start jerking involuntarily against his mouth. He grips my thighs harder, his fingers cutting into my flesh, holding me still while his tongue moves faster. you let out a soft cry when his rough tongue breaches my opening, rasping against the raw, broken skin. But his mouth is wet, and I’m wet, and soon the burning sensation is too entwined with the swirling pleasure to tell where one ends and the other begins. “August,” you gasp. “Stop, it’s too much, you can’t—” He lets out a rough groan and squeezes my thighs harder, opening them wider, his whole body writhing in the bed sheets as he pushes deeper, thrusting his tongue into me until you dizzy with it. you buck under him, grabbing at the pillows, at anything, because you're going to explode if he doesn’t stop. But he doesn’t stop. He goes on and on, moaning into me, eating me, until you can’t hold back the soft, breathy cries that have been building inside me with pleasure. He fucks me relentlessly with his mouth, his tongue, until he pushes me over the edge.It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, not even when I’ve given myself a good one. This one is different, unwilling almost, as he drags it from my helpless body. A rush of wet heat flows from me in a way you’ve never felt, and you cry out, humiliation burning through me even as the orgasm clenches me in its grip. He moans deep in his throat, pushing his tongue deeper even as you cry out wordlessly, not sure if you’m telling him to stop or continue, not sure of anything except the waves of bone deep pleasure and release bearing me away on a current that you know will take you over the edge of the world into the abyss of August’s darkness.

 When it ebbs, his mouth is still on me but moving slowly, his tongue lazily answering each pulse of my flesh with one of its own. He lifts his face at last, his lips shiny, his eyes wild and unfocused. “God, you taste so fucking good, little one,” he groans, his breath into coming as quick as mine.“I want to eat you till there is nothing left.” “No,” you cry, shoving at his forehead. He unclamps his hands from my aching thighs, which will surely be bruised to hell tomorrow. Instead of climbing on top of me as I expected, he pushed himself up from between my thighs and made his way over to a dresser and opened a drawer. “ I told you what would happen if you tried to stop me one more time, didn’t I?” My mouth quickly dried out. I nodded, he turned around and had a length of red silk rope in his hands “What did you do little one?” fumbling on my words “ you.. You ..sa sa said that you’ll tie my hands to the headboard.” my thighs were shaking, i don't know if it was from the arousal that was flooding my system or the fear of the man who has that much power. “But you didn't answer my question, pet”  Walking back towards the bed, he straddled my thighs grabbing both my wrist as he bound them together. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but that wasn't happening. “Now what did you do?” dragging my eyes up his body, to meet his gaze. “I told you no and try to shove you off of me” he finished securing my wrist before he laced the rope through a metal ring and secured it. I pulled and wiggled on it but I wasn't going anywhere.

He let out a low chuckle, “No where was I?” trailing his fingers down my cheek, across my jaw to my chin, down my neck and then he grabbed “Oh that's right, i was going to eat what's mine” lowering himself down my body, nipping at my exposed, stomach, and thighs he braced himself on my inner thighs and spreads them wide, staring up at me with that hazy, transfixed expression. There’s no way he can miss what a mess you made. When he leans down, you tense, trying to twist away. “Stop or I'll bind your feet and ankles next,” he snaps, forcing my legs wide. “Let me lick the cream out of your cunt.” His tongue is gentle this time, slowly winding a spiral of pleasure deeper and deeper into my core as he laps up the mess of cum from my wrecked pussy until you swear even my heart is quivering for him. When you think you can’t take it another second, he slides a long finger into me. He murmurs. “I want to feel you gush again.” Then his mouth descends, stroking me toward an edge I know that I can't come back from. This time, I  didn't even try. I let him carry me over. 

By the third or fifth one, I couldn't quite keep track, I was on the verge of passing out. “August” I panted as he continued pounding into me. Gripping the satin sheets in a white-knuckled hold, a second orgasm rockets through my body like fireworks exploding in a dark sky. When I muffle my grunted screams into a pillow, August’s raspy groans become more prominent. I never thought I was a screamer, but August has proved me wrong. My throat is as raw as my heart. I knew August would be fantastic in bed, but I’m still astounded by his impressive stamina.

, “Just one more little one” I shook my head. My body is slack, unresponsive, and covered head to toe in slick sweat. The only reason I’m still upright is because of the silk rope still holding me in place. 

An unexpected squeal rips from my dry mouth when August flips me onto my stomach.

Any protest on further contact is disregarded when I catch his intense gaze scanning my face as he slides back inside me. His eyes look as content as my body does. A husky moan rolls up my throat when his mouth seals over mine. This time, his kiss is passionate and slow, expanding my heart with every caress, nibble, and lick he does. Even the relentless rhythm of his pounding eases. Placing his open palm on my back, August tilts my hips higher, giving him unrestricted access to my throbbing pussy. I’m surprised a short time later when a familiar tightening in my lower stomach gains intensity again so quickly. “Eyes,” August demands. My orgasm rushes to the surface, excited he can already intuit my body so well he knows I’m moments away from climaxing.. He pumps into me on repeat, stealing the air from my lungs with every perfect stroke. “Oh God…” I pant, overcome by the tingling in my core.

The desire to snap my eyes shut is overwhelming when another orgasm roars through my spent body, but I keep them open, fighting through the sensation eating me whole. When my nails dig into August’s sheets, spurts of cum brutally erupt from his throbbing knob. “Fuck, little one,” he groans before leaning over and entrapping my bottom lip between his teeth. The sting of his bite is painful, but his tongue soon soothes the pain. Once every drop of cum has been released, he frees my lip from his menacing teeth before rolling off me. His eyes remain locked on mine as he removes the condom from his still throbbing cock.

Disposing the condom into a trash can, he rejoins me in bed. Gently rolling me over from my stomach to my back, he reaches up and unties the satin rope from the bed frame. I let out a dramatic sigh as my arms dropped. “You hedonistic bastard" i said, laughing , he untied my wrist and rubbed it for me, handing me a drink of water, I chugged it down greedily. Taking the glass from me, he pulled my back into his chest and lifted the covers over us, even exhausted beyond comprehension, my lips tug high when he spoons his body close to mine. With multiple earth-shattering orgasms rendering me immobile, I soon fall into a blissful post-orgasmic sleep.

[bluenpinkcastle]

20240429: the History of LEGO Castle day 120. 6091 / 6098 King Leo's Castle (2000, 538 pieces, 149 different parts) -King Leo is the first of eight minifigures in this set, with a chrome gold crown, a yellow minifigure head with black pointed eyebrows and crows feet and a full white beard with mustache, a light gray torso with printed blue front with a yellow lion head on a red triangular background and blue arms, and light gray legs with printed blue and yellow fringe on a black printed belt with red and yellow markings. The King Leo minifigure is used in four sets and two photo frames. -Princess Storm has a red three feather plume in her black helmet with black visor, a yellow minifigure head with black eyes and eyebrows, red bangs and lipstick, a dark gray torso with black arms and a gold and silver chrome breastplate print with pulled in waist line, and red legs with a black belt. She appears in two sets. -Another minifigure for this set is listed as a Knights Kingdom knight and has a dark gray pike helmet, a yellow minifigure head with black curly mustache and goatee and black bangs with gray streaks, a dark gray torso with red arms and a chain mail pattern at the neck and silver breast plate print, black legs with silver plates on the thighs and a black belt with green and silver print, a dark gray sword, and a light gray triangular Knights Kingdom shield. This minifigure is found in six sets. -The next minifigure has a dark gray pike helmet, a yellow minifigure head with black eyes and eyebrows and curly brown bangs and mustache, a dark gray torso with printed silver scale mail and a red necklace, black legs with printed medium brown strips with red diamonds, and a black belt with a printed medium brown and red pattern. This minifigure was found in three sets, 4817 Dungeon, 6091 / 6098 King Leo's Castle, and 6096 Bull's Attack, while the torso and head were also found in 3739 Blacksmith Shop. -Cedric the Bull has a white cattle horn on top of a black Dragon Master / Dragon Knight helmet, yellow minifigure head with gray eyes and black scruffy bangs, sideburns, and mustache, a black torso with dark gray arms and red hands with a small red necklace at the collar and a printed black bull head with red eyes on a jar-shaped gold background with a brown and gold border, and black legs with a printed red and gold belt. Cedric the Bull appears in five sets. -Gilbert the Bad and has a black dragon master / dragon knight helmet, a yellow minifigure head with spikey black bangs, a gray eye, a brown eye patch, black facial scruff, a black torso with dark gray arms and medium brown scale mail printing with a green collar, plain black legs, a brown spear, and a light gray ovoid bull shield. Gilbert the Bad is found in five sets. -Queen Leonora was found in this set and 3739 Blacksmith Shop and has a black cone hat, curly medium brown hair with a red jewel in the center of a printed tiara and red lipstick, a red torso with a printed blue corset, and a red 2x2x2 hollow bottom slope with a blue dress print and a key on a rope belt. -The final minifigure is the white skeleton. Because even tumblr appears to have word limits on posts, I had to cut out a lot of the details from this post. -The trans clear 2x5x5 swivel panel with stained glass knight on horseback and the light gray horse barding were only found in two sets. -The light gray 3x4x6 castle turret wall with window was only found in three sets. -The dark gray 1x8 with bucket catapult was only found in four sets. -The brown 4x4 round brick with side pin holes was only found in five sets. -The light gray projectile liftarm shaft and the ovoid bull shield were found in ten sets. -This set introduced the 2x3x3 modified brick with lion head design. -The black projectile launcher cannon bottom was introduced in this set. Remember, shoot the target, not people! :) Parts inventory for this set can be found at BrickLink or Rebrickable and a free download of the instructions is available on the "Instructions" tab of Rebrickable.

[destinedtobeloved]

Bullet called the night she died. Angrily he had ignored it, scoffing as he puts his phone back in his pocket after he silenced it, memories of the day before where he had grabbed her by what felt like the scruff of her neck and thrown her outside of the station fresh in his mind, feeling anger coursing through his veins, causing a feeling similar to one that Meth had always given him.

‘I should’ve responded. I should’ve answered,’ he cried over and over, and Linden scurries to tell him it’s not his fault. He drunkenly sucks in breaths and tastes nothing but the burn of cigarette smoke in his mouth instead, the air polluted. His mind is destroying itself.

God fell asleep in the back seat. He does have a body on his grill.

He stands in the bathroom with the Sewerd kid, combing down his hair as he stands behind him, patiently using his hands gently to make sure he looks good enough for his father to see. He never gets there.

Caroline never knew about his addiction. Serenity is all he ever wanted. He wanted to be good, he tells her. ‘I wanted to be good.’

He chucks beer cans into the field full of un-marked graves next to the prison, his mind slowing down as he watches the liquid explode out of the thin metal, his arms tired from the smashing.

He talks to Kalies mom at the funeral, feeling like he had murdered Bullet with his own two hands. He feels thick matalic blood dripping off them as he sits in the pews. She died thinking he was mad at her. He could never be mad. Not at her. Not at Bullet. He visits her grave and traces her name that’s carved don’t the pretty white marble, placing her necklace ontop, knowing they she’d want that in the afterlife.

(‘What bullshit,’ he scoffs, trying to think of heaven for a girl who was always cast out. What bullshit.)

He walks away, leaving the grief of his past behind, but it follows him.

[thelemonsnek]

Drawing I did of a friend :D!!

[image id: a drawing of a black person with their hair up in dreads, and some scruff on their chin. They wear a striped green and pink button down shirt, and have star stickers on their face along with several necklaces. They hold both hands up mimicking claws, and have their mouth open in a big grin, as if saying "rawr!" End id]

[clown-fromthe-sewers]

In All My Dreams I Drown

Sailor Au!Eden x Reader (songfic kinda?? Idk)

Warnings: Canon typical sex, referenced violence(not from Eden), dubcon/noncon, hallucinations(?), and a slight breeding kink(fuck you lizzy, deal with it), gender neutral/no pronouns, but fembodied reader. More under the bar.

It was storming, a nasty, howling and terrifying, making visions of the past whirl in your mind, full of only horror of the remembrance. The ship, it swayed, 'heave-ho, heave-ho's dripping from the deck, the sole other occupant getting to work for the night on ensuring the safety of the vessel for the time he'd be asleep, with you, on the dark and stormy blue.

The barks of the repeated word came to a stop and you could hear something other than the storm for once: his booted feet stomping below deck, followed soon by the slamming of the wooden door against the wall, both water-damaged and swelled from the weather. He was drenched in it, the storm having saturated his usually curly brown hair into a matted mess of glistening black, water pooling on his scruff like morning dew on grass, his face shining in the dim light. The wrinkle between his furrowed brows disappears at the sight of you, his shoulders relaxing as he made way to his bed, you laying there, wrapped only in his fur blankets.

"You haven't slept," he said, "in many suns and moons," he observed, though it was more like a command.

"Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore, and pray we get there soon-" you begin to protest, sitting up in the bed as the blankets fell from your body, exposing your breasts with the furs covering your lower half only, the necklace you wore falling between your cleavage. He interrupts you, digging through a drawer nailed into the wall of his cabin.

"Now hush love, here's your gown," he began, bringing forth a scanty white dress, lacy, and it looked as if it would come only to your mid thigh. "There's the bed-" He nods to you, as if to make his demands all the more obvious, "-lanterns down." His eyes drift to the oil lamp beside the bed, glowing in orange and red, casting deep shadows on everything the light could reach.

"But I don't want to go to sleep," you started, a dismayed grimace falling in place on your lips. Once more, you are cut off by him, he repeated the protest you'd said over and over your stay on the vessel.

"In all your dreams you drown," said he, an almost condescending tone to the words spoken in his deep voice. He strode over, demandingly shoving the gown to your breast, his hot hand making contact with your freezing skin, warmth finding you and making you relax despite your anger and apprehension toward this sailor.

You snatch it away, drawing it over your head and shoulders. It fell the rest of the way, covering your naked flesh that had begun to prickle at the exposure to cold once you'd been removed of the furs. Leaning back on the mattress, the back of your head colliding softly with the partially rotten wood of his boat, completely missing the look of desire that gleamed in his eye, the shine disappearing into the darkness when he snuffed the oil lamp.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he drawled, the words sending a spike of fear down your spine.

Eyes darting to his, you started once more to put up a fight, but the exhaustion weighed you down, keeping your movements sluggish and weak. Before you even began, you gave up, allowing Eden to take his place above you. As he peeled the blanket from your lower half, he let loose a growl, licking his dry lips, sweet with rainwater and salt from working deck all day, his pupils expanding to consume all of the hazel, leaving only a ring of green and brown around the black.

"It's time you go to sleep," he growled. Eden ripped open his pants, his ramshackle coat following suit to display the muscle built up from his time on the sea, then used his massive hands, reinforced by the masses of muscle behind on his bulging arms, to heft your hips up to his own, your legs hanging from his thighs.

Your calves interlap behind his back, crossing to bring him in closer as you felt the tent that came from his pelvis, kept trapped only by the white, threadbare briefs he wore, barely doing their purpose with how worn they were. You jolt as a clap of thunder sounded, unexpected without the flash of lightning. The fear triggers a vision of that pale, ivory figure and the shoving, rocking of a makeshift boat, laughs of children turning into screams of terror-

"Now hush love," whispered Eden, cooing as he stroked your cheek. "Here's your gown," he repeated, reminding you of your place, "There's the bed, lantern's down." His voice was the softest you'd heard it, placing a tender kiss to your lips after he spoke to remind you not only of your place, but to silently tell you of what you'd grown to be over the time you spent on his ship. It was like a dream with how slow everything moved, like it was all submerged in the thickest molasses. But you don't want to go to sleep, in all your dreams you drown.

"Captain! Captain," you cried for his attentions as he pulled the clothing down which restricted him, exposing himself to you and wetting his length in your arousal, "I will do your chores! I will warm your cot at night, and mop your cabin floors." Your voice was soft and begging, teary eyes staring up as you quiver beneath him. Your hands find his forearms, fingers dainty by comparison digging into his flesh. "Scold me! Hold me; I'll be yours to keep! The only thing I beg of you: don't make me go to sleep."

The next thing that leaves his mouth is a chuckle, then he leans over, nipping along your collarbone to under your ear, blowing hot air on your neck and making goosebumps bloom to the surface and your eyes closeon reflex. The sky flashed with lightning once more, the blood red moon barely exposed through the black, ravenous clouds sparking the visage of Eden's vessel sinking, the sheets lacing between your legs as the boat was rent and felled; Eden's in the water headed to the mouth of hell.

You're snapped from the lull as a roiling wave crashed against the side of the boat, making you in the bed and into Eden, he letting loose a groan of appreciation when he felt your warm, wet arousal on his engorged length. He positions himself at your entrance, leaking and tight in your virginity.

A growl is wrenched from his chest, throaty and deep and barbaric as he slid into you, leaving you to gasp as you felt a nauseating pinch deep within you, your hymen ripping and signaling your loss of innocence. He pants as he bottoms out, letting you adjust to the size of him for a few moments only before he was pulling out, slowly pushing himself back into your tender depths. His cock was smattered in in blood, but the new feeling gnawing at your gut blocked the gruesome sight from bothering you much at all.

The pillow fall from beneath your head, toeing to the brink of the cot with each rock of his hips that sent you jolting upwards, his thrusts increasing in speed each time he bottomed out. Your arms wrap around his neck and brought him down, your heels pressing at his ass to meld him into yourself. Moans from you, the sailor and the sea were accompanied by the groans of the cot, each thrust making it protest under your combined weight.

"Eden," you choke out when his stubbled jaw met your sensitive neck, his lips laying kisses and nips on your skin, painting a picture of his desire and leaving you mewling below him, falling into whatever he wished. "I need-" you couldn't get much else out, a gasp pulled from your chest that surprised even you when the head of his cock hit something inside which you'd never felt before.

Eden's lips found yours, locking in a lethargic kiss, bruising with each slow movement he made against you, a moan swallowed up between you as your first kiss was taken so passionately, something so surprising in a town such as this one.

Eyes rolling back in your head, you could feel the upbeat of all his rocks into you, stealing away breaths and letting a symphony of lewd noises and creaks sound through his cabin. His thumb fell to your clit as he pulled away from your lips, pupils blown as he trailed his gaze from the line of saliva connecting the two of you to your eyes, staring deep into you soul as he flicked at your sex, watching you break apart under his ministrations.

Your hand falls away from his shoulder, carmine staining the pads of your fingers and beneath your nails, grasping at his free hand and interlacing your dainty fingers with his calloused and work worn ones. A whining moan falls from his lips at that, his brows furrowing and his muscles clenching, hoping to hold back the high that threatened to end him then and there. His thumb hastens, pressing harshly against your nub and making that heat burn within like a fire, the coiling rope pulling taut until finally- it snaps, your vision blanking as a wailing moan comes forth, not only from you but also the wind whipping at the ship with the intense desire to sink you and Eden beneath the gnashing and moaning waves.

You finish with a clap of thunder, making the sight of a pale ivory figure overtake you mind, a hot feeling blooming in your innards with each spurt of Eden's searing seed.

Eden's berth rocked into you for a few moments after, releasing the rest of him in you with a quiet, drawn out groan, the sound bordering on either pain or satisfaction. The pillow falls from the edge as a result, a thump amidst the screeching wind and the tandem voices gasping for breath after such exertion.

"Good," Eden pants as he pulled out, drawing himself away from you and sitting on his heels to look on your spent form leaking his spend. Lazily, he pushed it back in your tender hole, you cringing at the sensitive flesh being agitated again. When he was finished, he brought the finger to your mouth, making you lap up the essence of your debauchery until he was atisfied with the cleanliness of the digit, pulling it from your lips with a breathless hum.

Eden crawls beside you and collapses, arms needily wrapping around your waist and drawing you close to him, and placing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder, tucking himself close your body to sleep.

"It's time you go to sleep," he grumbles in that deep voice of his, the usual grimace adorning his face.

"Eden," you start to mumble again, but you're cut off once more by Eden.

"Hush now, hush love, heres your gown-" He tugs gently at the thin cloth of your night dress, then smooths his hand over the fur blanket, pulling it onto the both of you, "There's the bed, lantern's down," he reminded, whispering without thought.

"I'm begging you, please wake me up," you mumble, fatigue finally catching up when you couldn't even finish the last few words of the sentence you'd been relaying to him your entire stay, "In all my dreams I-" the rest of he sentence falling into oblivion, caught by the waves and breaking apart in their fury as you fell asleep, eyes closing slowly without even a yawn to warn you.

"Drown," he finished unbeknownst to you, clutching you tightly; that night, the first time since you'd been on the sea, you dreamt not of ivory, but warm brown consumed by black as sweaty curls of the same color dripped down rainwater from above, dotting your face in salty wetness.

So uh, that happened. Don't blame me, I was in a feverish haze for two days straight so I don't even know what this is.

[detective-noire-in-ff14]

FF14 Writing Day 1 - "Steer"

D’rynn wrapped his fingers around the motorcycle's handles; water vaporized as it dotted the engine with cooling relief. He had been driving for what felt like hours. His mind was caught in a surreal limbo; the scenery had all been a blur. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, forcing his senses to reclaim the now.

The engine went silent as he turned the key and opened his eyes. He removed his mask and surveyed where the sun had peeked through the clouds, casting golden rays onto a shimmering surface. He was in the valley surrounded by formidable peaks of glacier and granite. The landscape was as bitter as the people that conquered it.

It was one of two extremes and reminded him of home, the desert fringes of Gyr Abania. It was a poetic contrast of fire and ice, and the thought burdened his heart. He felt drawn to the location; a memory held his will and steered him to retrace the steps of the recent past. He placed a hand over his chest where a silver necklace with a red jewel sat securely to his flesh.

The heavy leather coat shielded him from most of the wind, but there was no fighting the frigid blast of the arid Garlean landscape. The Snowflakes danced on his breath and rested on the scruff of his face. The biting wind rustled his russet brown hair and sent a chill that, combined with the nostalgic mood, sent a shiver down his spine. The last time, he had hope as a slave, but now…

[mariacallous]

How would you have styled Harry's clown overalls? Incl hair/makeup.

Imo clean shaven, clown pants, cropped slimfit blazer (think YSL) in marigold, warm cream silk crew neck under the clown overalls+mustard ascot OR mustard silk button up fully buttoned w layered natural freshwater pearl necklaces instead of a tie, Chanel nude slingback heels (but heightened to red carpet worthy height) w black toecap. Regardless of necklaces, natural freshwater pearl drop earrings in gold and three gold rings on one hand with large, clashing coloured jewels are REQUIRED.

Tho I also just wouldn't have picked the clown pants. But it can be styled properly if he just STOPPED BEING SO LAZY AND BASIC

My initial instinct would just not have been to go with the clown overalls period (though like I said, I do kinda like the fabric and pattern, and I would love a dress made from it tbh).

But if we're going to Make A Bold Fashion Statement Oooh:

-Definitely clean-shaven, or go for a more structured and styled facial hair look. That was just unkempt scruff. Also, wash and style your fucking hair - it was also unkempt and greasy and gross-looking.

-i think, if you're going to go for a fashion clown whore look, a white or cream version of his 2019 Met Gala look, maybe? With those poet sleeves (since I feel like he's gonna want to continue to show off his nipples and tattoos however much he can) but I also like your idea of the mustard silk top (although I hate it when they're buttoned up all the way tbh).

-Definitely some kind of neckwear other than the minimal pathetic offering he went with - I do like your suggestions, and they'd fit with his previous style and accessory choices (and thereby lend some consistency to his "look")

-I like your shoes idea, and tbh I'm surprised he didn't quite go that route (but that might be too gender-y and too commercially alienating in this current environment, and god forbid he do something too commercially alienating)

-Something other than the fucking plain boring white nail color he went with? Unless he was trying to remain connected to his true self through them.

-I'll also say, some kind of fucking lip look? Like come on now girl. Even just some goddamn Burt's Bees.

He just exhausts me so much and irritates me even more.

[samanthamarkle92]

Day 8 of my Valentine's countdown! Men don't usually get a lot of representation in wedding scenes, so here’s a scene from my Holby fan story To Be A Family, which features Kian marrying his second wife, an OC named Haley. What could be going through both their minds?

Kian got cleaned up and dressed for the wedding. He felt himself pacing. He was a bizarre mixture of happy, anxious and excited. Fletch walked in on him.

"Ready, mate?" He asked, giving him a friendly clap on the shoulder.

Kian took a deep breath.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

Haley couldn't stop looking at herself in the mirror in her wedding dress. For something old, she wore a pair of antique silver earrings that Kian's mum had sent over. Something new, a quartz bead bracelet. Something borrowed, a small necklace that Nicky had loaned her. For blue, an anklet that Emma had made one day when Haley was babysitting her.

Nicky walked up to her, interrupting Haley's daze.

"How you feeling, soon-to-be Mrs. Madani?" She teased.

Haley hugged her fondly.

"Amazing." She said. Sacha walked in just then, holding Emma's hand.

"Uncle Sacha! Haley looks beautiful!" Emma squealed, hugging Haley.

"Yes, it looks like we're going to have two princesses going down the aisle." Nicky said, handing Emma her flower girl basket. Jac came in to check on Emma. Though her eyes remained flat, she smiled.

"Emma was so excited about today, I had a difficult time getting her to bed last night." She said, watching her daughter twirl in her dress.

"You look beautiful." Jac said, admiring Haley in her dress.

Haley's eyes swelled up with tears.

"Really, I'm so happy."

"Ready, love?" Sacha asked, offering Haley his arm. Haley took a breath.

"Ready." She said, smiling.

The second the music started, Kian's eyes locked where Haley was supposed to walk down. She looked like she walked out of painting. Her hair was perfect. She didn't wear much makeup, but today she was beautiful.

Haley had never seen Kian so dressed up before. He was always a jeans and T-shirt guy. Now he was in a suit. Soft gray, the color they both had picked out. His scruff was replaced with a well trimmed beard, and he was wearing a gunmetal chain bracelet on his wrist with the tattoos.

Haley couldn't stop smiling.  She would always remember that his hands shook when he lifted her veil. The love and happiness all around her made her feel a little bit different. Everything was perfect that day.

They took hands as they joined each other up front. The vicar's words seemed to echo in their ears. Kian's wedding to Vanessa seemed like a lifetime ago. This was the right choice and he knew it. There was no hesitation now.

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash in LA last night

[arcade-writing]

hear me out.

Sitting on Jake's lap like an eye candy/escorter type of situation, and hes smoking (most likely a cigar come on we all know that last scene needed it.) he keeps teasing the reader blowing smoke on the face while they tell them to stop it, but he keep doing it and chuckling, reader starts teasing him back (*cough cough grinding on that dick*) and he just goes "you do know where this will go dont you sweetheart?" or some shit like that. and fucks reader silly. possibly some dom acting, maybe pinning reader on the couch and fucking from behind yk? maaaybe some possessiveness, just want to se the man feral yk?

-Elisë

You got it~ I got Jake brainrot and needed an excuse to write more about him. I really shouldn't be surprised this has taken over my brain so much. I can't seem to watch a series without getting overly attached

Smoke and mirrors

🍋NSFW

pairing: Jake lockley X fem! Reader

Warning: possessive behaviour, readers a brat, you use a fake name, dirty talk in Spanish, jerking off, quick blow job, rough angry sex, mirror kink, semi public, alot of Teasing, sadistic Dom! Jake, some degrading, overstimulation, fucks you until you're sobbing and can't take anymore

Reader wears a dress and heels but isn't referred to as a female and Antomy is kept vague

This fic is pretty long so I've added a mark to where the smut begins for anyone who just wants to skip ahead!

You look at the clothes hugging your figure. Empathising traits you already had whilst covering others you weren't too fond of. Your legs always looked so much nicer in heels but they were very unpractical. You knew you could run in them but that wasn't enough. You couldn't risk breaking an ankle on a mission just because you wanted to look pretty.

"The final touch."

Jake appeared behind you, a golden necklace in his hands. You stood as he put it on you, clasping it before his hands smoothed over your shoulders. Your fingers lightly grazed it; it was one half of a moon. You glanced down at Jake's own necklace, it was the other half.

You smiled as you kissed his cheek. Running your hand over the new scruff on his jaw. You turne to face him properly, wiping your thumb just above his lip.

"They're finally growing it out?"

There was the beginning of a moustache. It was thicker than usual whilst his beard was still trimmed. Jake would complain he missed his old facial hair but it wasn't as if he ever fronted long enough to grow one out for himself. Besides, he liked to keep his existence as vague as possible to the two other men.

"They better." He grumbled, placing his hands on your hips.

He gave himself a double over. Combing his hair as he looked at himself through the mirror. Always keeping one hand on you as he did. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, smiling.

"Are you ready?" He asked and you nodded. Taking one last look at yourself before looping your arm with his. He whistled as you left the small apartment, grabbing two coats on the way out.

As soon as you arrived it made sense why you were both so dressed up. The place was massive, glass ceiling and water fountains galore. Jake opened the door for you and you both walked in. How he could get to these kind of places was beyond you. There had to be talk of him in the criminal world.

"Don't say a word, darlin', tonight you're eye candy."

"Easy, I'm that everyday."

You winked at a security guard near by, he tipped his head to you with a smile. You made sure to take note of his face: just incase.

"Yeah but you also don't know when to keep your mouth shut." He kept his words in a low whisper. He didn't even look at you as you both faced straight ahead.

You gasped, faking offence as you pressed a hand to your chest. "You wound me, Mr lockley."

He cringed at the formal title. Rolling his eyes as he walked you through the large corridor. Finally reaching the central hall. The smell of alcohol assulted your nose as you held back the instinct to wince. There were trays of champagne being handed out by diligent waitors. A whole table of foods that cost more than this entire outfit.

Your target was no where in sight. You only glared at the crowd of people, none of them resembling the host. Here you assumed he'd be walking around, greeting his guests but Instead. There wasn't a trace of him. Just fools gambling and discussing bussiness. If they were not doing that then they were getting drunk as they stuffed their faces.

You hated missions like this.

Jake leaned his head towards you, eyeing the crowd. You were still latched to his arm as you sat besides him. Circling your fingers on his chest through his black shirt.

"We got our boy, 10 o'clock."

You followed his gaze and there he was. You took the mental note to complain more, it seems to work in your favour.

The host was making his rounds, finally greetings everyone but as soon as his eyes looked onto you two, he was rushing towards you.

You both stood up, jake held out his hand for the man to take. He eagerly shook it with both hands. You scanned him up and down. He was fairly older man, already greying and wore a prestige red suit. His hands were smooth and nails cleanly cut. Meanwhile Jake had much rougher hands, cuts all over them. Two men of high contrast and yet the other man looked at him as if he was an equal.

"Lockley! Good to see you again, old friend!" He gave his hands another shake before he gestured his hands towards you. "And who's this?"

"My date." He said plainly, squeezing your arm.

"You never turn up empty handed, do you?"

The older man laughed as he shook his head. A mischievous grin grew on his wrinkled face as he looked you up and down. "Got a friend?"

You hid your disgust. You and Jake sharing a knowing look. This was definitely going to be something you ranted about when you got back to the car.

"Just me." Jake chimed back in, not giving you a chance to speak.

As if noticing this Paul, you learned his name when given the mission, completely turned his attention to you. Pulling your hand to his lips as he planted a quick kiss on your knuckles.

"You got a name, sweetheart?"

"Liraz." You kept your voice sweeter than sugar, making sure to linger your touch with his as you gave him a bashful smile.

The meaning of the name didn't get missed. Jake held back his amused smirk as he looked at Paul. You felt a shimmer of pride watching his usual expression crack.

The night went on with you and Jake sticking close to your target. Listening to his endless boasts and speeches as he showed you around. Introducing you to his other friends and partners. You made sure to put on a show, flashing your best smile to them all. Giving each man a taste of your attention. Squeezing and touching their arms, complimenting them on their hair and cologne.

You had this in the bag. Meanwhile Jake was growing more impaitent. He didn't want you to speak, knowing you'd get like this. All flirty with everyone you could wrap around your finger. Charming your way through every crowd. It was one of your best qualities - it's why he picks you for these missions but he couldn't keep the anger that boiled in his viens down. It burnt his very being.

Jealousy was an ugly trait he was more than aquinted with.

As if noticing his rising stress, a waitor came over and offered him a tray of cigarettes and cigars, difft lighters lined perfectly next to them. He took a cigar from the tray, they were already snipped, letting the waitor light it from him. He chewed at the end as he inahled a deep breath of smoke.

You were pressed to Paul. The older man's arm squished against your chest as your hands ever so tightly trailed his body. Paul was smiling at you as you laughed at his comment. Making sure to put more force into it as you patted his chest. Acting as if he was the funniest man you've ever met.

Suddenly, you fell onto Jake's lap. You glanced back at him seeing his grumpy expression. You couldn't help but scoff through your nose as you got comfortable. Thankful how thick his thighs were as you crossed your legs. He wrapped one arm around your waist to help you steady yourself.

This act didn't go unnoticed by the others at the table. Some were disapproving whilst others saw it as amusing. The table all drank meanwhile Jake's hand moved under the slit of your dress, nails dragging against your thigh as he rubbed circles into it. As if trying to soothe himself. Thanks to the height of the table no one could see but even if they could, you doubted they'd care.

"Close your legs." You muttered, feeling your legs go dead.

Jake huffed as he sat straighter, no longer exaggerating his man spread. Helping you get more comfortable as your legs now straddle his. You leaned to the side to make sure he was still visible. He hugged your waist he listened to the people's conversion. Tracing their words into your skin to memorise it.

He let out a long drag of his cigar, blowing it towards your face with a small grin. You blew it away from you with your hand, matching his expression as you squeezed the hand on your waist.

As the conversation went on, you took his place in listening in. He talked with a lazy tone; always pushing the conversion back to them. You piped up whenever you saw an opportunity. Making the men puff their chest as they boasted about their newest bussiness.

Whenever you talk Jake would blow smoke into your face. You wanted to snap at him as the smell engulfed your senses. A slight sting to your eyes but you settled on a much more acceptable response. After all, they knew you as his date.

As he blew another puff you grabbed his chin, a tight grip to warn him of your growing aggravation. Even if you couldn't bring yourself to ever be truly mad at him, he knew not to test you too much. His eyes widened for a second as your lips pressed against his, the smoke pouring into your mouth. It was disgusting. But you leaned back to your original position, exhaling it out quickly to the side.

Jake's grip on you tightened, causing you to completely lean on him. Your ass brushing his crotch as he clinged to you.

You had a weird taste in men. You had to admit. This kind of thing always got to you. His possessive nature kicking in and making him hold you close. Wanting to show you off. You were sure if he could he would cover you in hickies everyday to make sure people got the picture but that wasn't possible. It made you shiver with delight as your heart raced.

Your body was moving before you could even think. Your slowly rolled your hips back as you grinded against him.

"¿De verdad quieres jugar a este juego, cariño?" He mumbled, eyeing the others to make sure they couldn't hear him. (Do you really want to play this game, honey?)

His teeth clenched around his cigar as he placed his hand on your lower stomach. Helping you keep a good pace. A reminder to not get lost in the feeling.

"You gotta tell me, Lockley, where did you find this one?"

"A warehouse."

They all snickered, believing his dead tone to be sarcasm. You stiffened as you stared at them. If only they knew that was exactly where he found you.

"Give me the location and I'll see if they got any Liraz in stock." One of the men spoke up, at the end of table. He also had a woman with him but she looked much more miserable than you felt.

Jake sucked in a breath as he gripped your hip. Moving your hips for you. You couldn't say you were that shocked. But apart of you was grateful. You tried to only focus on the stimulation you were receiving. Your nails digging into his leg as you forced back a moan.

Jake's dark eyes shot over to him. His brows scrunching slightly. Saving the conversation in his mind and his face. He tapped your thigh three times; a signal to a possible new target.

"Unless, you're willing to give me yours, I'll pay you generously." The man kept his tone light, able to pass it off as a joke as the others looked between you two amused.

Another one chiming out they'll pay double. All laughing at eachother. You and Jake both knew this was a table full of scumbags. All of them - this entire mansion was filled with them. Every guest was apart of some sort of organisation.

"You couldn't afford." His accent was thicker than ever. A sign of his anger rising. "None of you could."

You bit your lip as you felt him get hard. A wick joy came over you knowing if you moved it would be visible for anyone to see.

"A one of a kind, huh? How unfortunate." The man at the end of table spoke. He sounded disappointed, as if he truely believed Jake would give you up.

Your movements stopped. Fighting back a frown as you looked down at the man's hands. It made you sick to your stomach. The man beside you didn't even need to look at you to know you felt. He caressed your thigh as he hid behind you, just enough to kiss your shoulder. You immediately melted. Letting out a breath as he whispered against your skin.

He took another drag of his shrinking cigar. It was on its last life as he kept the smoke in with clenched teeth. He blew it towards you once more, your lips immediately twitched. Before you could even retort he chucked the cigar bud into an ash tray.

"I need some air." Was all he said as he stood up. Causing you to stumble off his lap. You didn't even need to worry about covering him, he kept his grip on you tight.

"Oh? Something the matter, friend?"

Paul asked, looking genuinely worried. He seemed like a nice guy when he wasn't having innocent people killed to grow his bussiness.

"Too much smoke."

The host called over a guard, asking him to take you two to one of the nearest bedrooms. He turned to you clarifying it has a balcony. You nodded as Jake whisked you away. Walking with one single thing in his mind.

*~~~(smut here)

As soon as the door closed behind you, he was shoving you towards the lounge chair in the middle of the room. You landed with a small oof. Jake knocked on the wall and paused. Locking the door as he started grinning to himself. He looked back at you with a wild look in his eyes.

"Take off your clothes."

You stuttered out a noise of suprise. You really shouldn't be. You knew exactly what doing that would do. You couldn't stand being in that room and all you wanted was to focus on him. The target could wait. You had all night to blow this place up.

"you heard me. i told you to take off your clothes."

His voice was deep. It made you shiver as you fumbled with the zipper at the back. Practically throwing the dress off as you kicked it to a random spot on the floor. Your heels flying off with it.

"All of them."

He didn't move an inch. Watching you as you took off your underwear. Moonlight pouring in through the balcony was the only source of light you had. Just about able to see his face as he stood in the shadows.

The cold air nipped at your exposed skin. Fingers digging into the cushion bellow you. Waiting with baited breath for his next move. The first thing he did was throw off his jacket. His footsteps echoing through the room as you looked up at him.

He curled a finger towards himself and you immediately followed. On your hands and knees before him, he didn't say anything. Still figuring out what he wanted to do with you. Your hands wondered up, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Trailing your fingers along his exposed chest as you took his shirt off.

He snarled as he looked down at you. Yanking his pants down just enough to free himself. It slapped your cheek making you gasp. He pulled your head back with a tight grip, his other hand began pumping his cock.

"Apologize."

"For?" You grinned as his brows scrunched.

"Don't be a brat."

He hissed out. His climax already reaching its peak. Just dangling off the very edge as he squeezed along his cock. Thrusting into his closed fist as his thumb caressed the tip.

Jake grunted as he felt the band in his stomach tighten. “open your mouth-!"

You glared at him in defiance. He pulled your head back rougher this time. You let out a yelp as he pushed the head of his cock to your lips. You opened your mouth as wide as you could as your tongue rolled out. Sending him right over the edge as he spilled on your face.

But that wasn't enough. He pushed your head down, you sucked on the head with a moan. Slurping as much as you could to get every last drop.

You knew he was going to be rough but this? Oh it was amazing. You bopped your head up and down as you hummed. Swirling your tongue as he fought back cumming again.

He pried you off. You were grinning whilst he breathed heavily through his nose. Calming down his nerves as you gave his dick little kitten licks. You knew you were testing his restraint. But you couldn't really care. He wanted to be annoying? Well, now it's your turn.

Your back landed back on the sofa. He climbed over the arm of the chair to join you. Standing on the cushion, still looking displeased. You held back a snicker as you wiggled your hips. His eyes immediately following your movement.

“Be a good slut and spread your legs” He tapped your leg with his foot. Shoes still on. Despite your attitude he was still putting in faith you'll do as he says.

He knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to control you. No matter how bratty you behaved, it was all a plea for him to fuck you. You both knew it. It's why he coud keep some form of paitence. It was all but a game of back and forth.

You stretched out, humming as you arched your back Getting more comfortable as you rested your head on the pillows by the other arm of the chair. Jake scoffed as he muttered something to himself. You were too happy to care for what he said.

Spreading your legs to reveal your arousal. As he began to bend down you rubbed your foot up his thigh. He grabbed your ankle to keep your leg in the air as he finally kneeled. Nudging your other leg to move further.

You felt completely exposed like this. Gasping as his fingers circled your hole. Cum still sticky on his hand. You tried to hold back your moan as you looked at the door.

“These walls are pretty thick." He pointed out, chuckling to himself as he pressed one finger into you. "Means you and i can be as loud as we want, tesoro.”

You let out a hum as your back arched. Your hands unable to decide where to go, trailing them up your body as you squeezed and brushed whenever you could. Knowing that Jake would want nothing more for your hands to be his.

"Seems like you're more eager than I am." You grinned, pointing down at his cock. It was red with need as it stayed pressed against his stomach.

Your grin was completely slapped off your face as he thrusted in a second finger. Sliding them in and out as he worked you open. Knowing you'll need prep for you could take him fully. Your mouth was stuck as an 'o'. His fingers moving quick and deep inside you.

"what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?"

He plunged until he was knuckles deep. Keeping them there for a few moments as your legs twitched before he moved once again.

Your head rolled back as your back arched more violently. His fingers just brushing that sweet spot. Your rolled your hips hoping he could reach but it was futile. But what surprised you was that you caught your own reflection. You could see what he was doing, just about, watching his fingers slide in and out of you.

“i love the way you look with my fingers inside you."

You mewled as you shut your eyes. Your hand rising to cover your burning cheeks. Looking back at him. His eyes were focused on what he was doing, licking his lips. He glanced up to see your face hidden.

Jake put your leg to his shoulder as he reached out. Moving your hand away as he pinned your wrist to the sofa.

"don't you hide that cute face from me, ¿No quieres verme?" (Don't you want to see me?)

He teased. Prodding a third finger you squirmed away as you felt completely stuffed. You doubt you could take anymore but it felt so good. He could reach so deep like this and with three fingers - oh god he was filling you up. But it only made you feel more desperate to have him actually inside you. His dick would feel so much better than his fingers. It could actually reach that spot that made you see stars.

He suddenly pulled out. You let out a whine as you grabbed at his wrists. Unable to reach due to your position. "No-!"

He just grinned. Aligning himself to your entrance. Never putting himself in, just rubbing it against you.

"Want it? Does my little slut want my big cock? Want me to fill ya up, Mi amor?"

You shook your head. Brain buzzing as your words died in your throat. You wanted him so bad but you refused to admit it. Still wanting to aggravate him. You couldn't stop it. It was so much fun to watch him lose his composure. To utterly take over your body and use you as he pleases.

"No?" His grin began to strain. "Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

It was so easy to push his buttons. Your stomach fluttered as he glared at you.

"Like you're going to die if I don't fuck you."

He took hold of your hips as you were suddenly flipped over. Pulling your butt towards him as your head was propped up by the pillows.

You wiggled your hips as you rolled them back. Brushing yourself against his needy cock. He let out a groan as he finally pressed himself in. Barely giving you time to adjust before he thrusted forward.

"¿No es esto lo que quieres? ¿Por qué si no te mueles contra mí como una puta, HUH?". (Isn't this what you want? Why else would you grind against me like a fucking slut, HUH?!)

His thrusts were violent. Your body jolting forward with each one. You clawed at the sofa as you bit your trembling lip. Oh god it felt so good! You loved it when he was like this - so cruel. So selfish with your body.

You needed more!

"¡Obligándome a ver cómo coqueteas con todas esas escorias con una sonrisa en la cara! ¡Sabiendo exactamente lo que me hará!". ( Forcing me to watch you flirt with all those scumbags with a smile on your face! Knowing exactly what it'll do to me!)

He grabbed your chin, making you lock eyes with yourself. You could see his expression as he fucked you. Baring his teeth as he glared down at your body with nothing but pure hateful desire. He wanted to ruin you. Leave you sobbing and begging for his forgiveness.

A sadistic smile grew on his face as he made sure you were watching him. "This is the face of a bitch who's only talent is taking dick."

You clenched around him, his words going straight to your crotch. You flashed him a large smile as you mouthed 'hi'. He growled as he slammed his cock back into you making you let out a scream.

"Sigue gritando así, amor, y tal vez alguien entre". (Keep screaming like that, love, and maybe someone will come in)

You both knew that wasn't going to happen but the slight chance made your heart skip a beat. Fear and excitement rushing through you as you couldn't stop the loud moans spilling from your lips.

You were completely his. No one else's. You couldn't imagine anyone being able to make you feel this way.

"¿Quieres eso? ¿Quieres que la gente vea lo bien que te follo? Que todos sepan que eres mía". (You want that, you want people to see how good I fuck you? Let everyone know you're mine)

"Oh god- yes-! Jake you fucking own me-!"

He pulled your back to his chest. Your hands held you up as you gripped the sofa. He kept his hand tight on your chin as he nibbled your ear. Trailing kisses down your jaw before biting down. You cried out as he sucked on the mark.

Jake let out a shaky moan as you clenched. Being able to hit your g-spot from his position. Your body bounced as you were left to be fucked like a toy. His hips slamming up into yours. Skin smacking against each other drowned out from the noises you were making.

"You like it when i fuck you like this? yeah you do." His voice was gruff as he became breathless.

He joined you in watching your reflection. Loving the way he could see himself fuck you. Watching his cock disappear into your hole. How sloppy it sounded. How good and warm you felt.

"Oh cariño, puedo sentirlo-". (Oh honey, I can feel it)

His hips stuttered as the familiar knot in your stomach tightened.

"¿Quieres correrte? Puedes hacerlo, córrete en mi polla.". (You want to cum? You can do it, cum on my cock)

You moaned as your nails dug into the fabric. Your breath knocked out of you as you felt your climax crash over you. Sensitivity creeping as he made no move to stop. Chasing his own desperate release.

He was still hitting your insides so deep. You trembled as you slipped from his grasp. He kept his hands to your hips as you used the sofa as support.

Jake was no longer seething with jealousy. He hasn't been for awhile. He just enjoyed making you like this. But that doesn't mean he won't punish you for being an a brat this entire time.

"you can give me another one, can't you toots?"

He bit down on your shoulder. You let out a cry as your second climax ripped through you. You were far too sensitive now. Unable to catch your breath as he stayed relentless. You could hardly move. Limp as you tried to squirm away. Your mind unable to tell what it wanted as you rolled your hips. It felt so good but it was too Much. Your skin was on fire.

"Hurts-!" Everything did. The iron grip on your hips. The bites he left on you. Your head from where he yanked you around. Your jaw and throat were sore from how much you've screamed. The pleasure was painful.

Deliciously painful. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you whined.

"aw, it hurts?" His voice soft as his hands loosened. He kissed your shoulder, exactly where he bit it. Whispering words of encouragement as you moved your body in time with him.

You nodded. Letting out choked sobs as he kept drilling into you. It wasn't long before his movements became sloppy. Growling and grunting as he chased his release. Pressing against you as he finally came. Cum filling your worn out hole causing a third climax to be time from you.

Before he shoved your hips back. Taking in his entire length after he pulled out. "What a shame, you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied, got it?"

He pulled out with a sigh. Helping you lay down more comfortably. Cradling you close to his chest as you panted. Your legs were shaking and twitching.

"I'm sorry...." Your voice came out meak. Unable to muster your voice anything above a whisper. "I love you, im yours."

Jake kissed your forehead as he ran his hand up and down your hips. "It's okay, I love you too."

You snuggled closer to him, smiling as you finally felt content. Jake let you rest, waiting until he heard a soft snore before redressing himself. Folding up your clothes and placing them near by. He looked down at your underwear, pocketing it before he finally wrapped a nice blanket around your sleeping form.

He gave you one last kiss before he took out his gun. Checking it's bullets as he marched out. Making sure to check the lock. It was time to fulfil his duty and he didn't need you to see the destruction he was about to bring.

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20240505: the History of LEGO Castle day 126. Knights Kingdom / Knights Kingdom I (2000) Every minifigure in this series was named. This series also included a combination pack to create an entire chrome silver ensemble (4816 - sword, 4817 - armor, 4818 - helmet, 4819 - shield). -King Leo has a chrome gold crown, a yellow minifigure head with black pointed eyebrows and crows feet and a full white beard with mustache, a light gray torso with printed blue front with a yellow lion head on a red triangular background and blue arms, and light gray legs with printed blue and yellow fringe on a black printed belt with red and yellow markings and is used in four sets (1286 King Leo's Cart, 6026 King Leo, 6091 / 6098 King Leo's Castle, and 6095 Royal Joust) and one gear (4212662 Photo Frame Castle Gray). The same minifigure with a black dragon masters helmet instead of a crown is also found in 5924 Photo Frame Legoland Castle. -The Knight has a dark gray pike helmet, a yellow minifigure head with black curly mustache and goatee and black bangs with gray streaks, a dark gray torso with red arms and a chain mail pattern at the neck and silver breast plate print, and black legs with silver plates on the thighs and a black belt with green and silver print. This minifigure is found in six sets, 1287 / 4801 / 4811 Crossbows / Defense Archer, 4816 Knight's Catapult, 6026 King Leo, 6091 / 6098 King Leo's Castle, 6094 Guarded Treasury, and 6095 Royal Joust. -Cedric the Bull, with white cattle horn on top of a black dragon Mmster helmet, yellow minifigure head with gray eyes and black scruffy bangs, sideburns, and mustache, a black torso with dark gray arms and red hands with a small red necklace at the collar and a printed black bull head with red eyes on a jar-shaped gold background with a brown and gold border, and black legs with a printed red and gold belt appears in five sets, 1288 / 4807 Fire Cart / Fire Attack, 4818 Dragon Rider, 6091 / 6098 King Leo's Castle, 6095 Royal Joust, and 6096 Bull's Attack. -A Robber has a black archer helmet, a yellow minifigure head with black short forehead tuft, gray eyes and black freckles, a brown torso with black arms and a studded leather pattern with a red collar and a printed black bull head with red eyes on a jar-shaped gold background with a brown and gold border, and black legs with a red belt and is found in four sets, 1289 Catapult, 4806 Axe Cart, 4819 Rebel Chariot, and 6096 Bull's Attack. -Princess Storm has a black helmet with black visor, a yellow minifigure head with black eyes and eyebrows, red bangs and lipstick, a dark gray torso with black arms and a gold and silver chrome breastplate print with pulled in waist line, and red legs with a black belt. Princess Storm appears in two sets, 4816 Knight's Catapult and 6091 / 6098 King Leo's Castle. -The another Knight has a dark gray pike helmet, a yellow minifigure head with black eyes and eyebrows and curly brown bangs and mustache, a dark gray torso with printed silver scale mail and a red necklace with black, black legs with printed medium brown strips with red diamonds, and a black belt with a printed medium brown and red pattern and was found in three sets, 4817 Dungeon, 6091 / 6098 King Leo's Castle, and 6096 Bull's Attack, while the torso and head were also found in 3739 Blacksmith Shop. -Gilbert the Bad has a black axe wielder helmet, a yellow minifigure head with spikey black bangs, a gray eye, a brown eye patch, black facial scruff, a black torso with dark gray arms and medium brown scale mail printing with a green collar, and plain black legs and is found in 4819 Rebel Chariot, 6032 Catapult Crusher, 6091 / 6098 King Leo's Castle, 6094 Guarded Treasury, and 6096 Bull's Attack. -Queen Leonora was found in 6091 / 6098 King Leo's Castle and 3739 Blacksmith Shop and has a black cone hat, curly medium brown hair with a red jewel in the center of a printed tiara and red lipstick, a red torso with a printed blue corset, and a red 2x2x2 hollow bottom slope with a blue dress print and a key on a rope belt.