will you halt this eclipse in me?

#actually starting to move stuff to my new blog now so this is a ... warning?

a light PSA — i made a new blog where i'll be moving some of my writing, and having this blog ( crookedkingdcms ) focus on the sm.utty / k.ink stuff, for the most part. i'll likely move stuff on a case-by-case basis, but i'll shoot my partners a message if they can expect a reply from the other blog!

mariadelucadaily

I’m sorry, I thought you ordered the angst omelette. Let me take that right back to the kitchen.

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the male's chuckle deepens into a low groan as the blonde takes charge, her hips lifting and sinking onto him with a rhythm that nearly makes his head spin. the way doesn't even hold back her moans, her head falling back as she grips his shoulders, sends a surge of heat through him, his oceanic blue eyes darkening with pure desire. "fuck, babe," murmurs, trying to keep his attention focused on the screen, but failing miserably. the game's flashs and sounds are almost becoming a background blur, but he forces himself to stay focused. the mic picks up her every sound, and his friends' cheers on the other side only add to the thrill. "keep going, babygirl" he urges into her ear, "let them hear how much you need this."

#( lennox : convos. )#svftouch

finally getting what she set out for merely crawling into his lap, lennox was not going to waste a single second. she has the distinct feeling he'll go back to playing his game and making her whine once one or both of them has had their orgasm anyway. but she's far too lost in the stretch of his cock inside of her, hitting that delicious spot inside of her with each movement of her hips. lennox's moans are loud unfiltered, uncaring if his friends hear it all. her hand slides up into beau's hair, fingers curling in the short strands as if to ground herself to him and the moment. uses her grip there to pull his head back slightly, pressing her lips against his in a deep and needy kiss. "abandon your game and fuck me," she whispers against his lips.

crimson shaded petals curl into a smirk, her honeyed hues glinting with mischief as his words, laced with that barely concealed hunger, send a thrill through her. the way he leans toward her, trying to mask his need to adjust, only fuels her desire to push him further, to see how much he can take before that ember in his stomach erupts into a full blaze. "baby, if you're thinking about jail, you're not thinking hard enough about what i'm not wearing under this dress," her heel continues its slow graze up his calf, teasing higher toward his thigh. for a second,she shifts her attention back to her drink, slender fingers lifting it to her lip before she takes a generous sip. "what's it gonna take to get you to drag me out of here and fuck me in the back of your car? — how long do you think it'll take for you to snap?"

#( dante : convos. )#svftouch

"honey," he starts, leaning in a bit further. "if i was thinking less about it, jail would have never crossed my mind." the ideas floating through his mind, with her breasts bare and knowing she had no panties on... if he possessed a smidge less self-control, there would certainly be a night spent in jail in his future. dante's dark gaze watches her unabashedly now, a shiver running down his spine with that slow movement of her foot. what would it take? he's moving before he realizes it, hand reaching into his pocket for his wallet. pulls out enough cash to cover the cost of their drinks, and places it on the table. "fix your dress," he instructs her, shifting a bit in his seat as if to adjust himself just enough to stand up and walk out. thankfully, the whole restaurant was dimly lit. "let's go," dante stands finally, holding a hand out to ada to help her.

honeyed hues watch their little interaction with nothing but adoration in her gaze. her chest tightens in that familiar way, equal parts warmth and ache. it's such a simple, trivial exchange, one that she rarely gets to witness but still means so much to her. carolina hasn't always made the right choices in life, but having a baby with him, that was never one of the mistakes. he was such a great father, so much better than the one she never got to have growing up. he was steady, patient, and fiercely protective in a way that made her believe their daughter would never have to feel the same kind of absence or disappointment. a weak chuckle escapes her petals at his question, and the brunette is quick to shake her head. "please, you haven't told that little girl no once in her five years of life, you're not about to start now." reminds him softly, "tell her the story, she derserves that much." with that, she steps aside, giving him enough space to step into the house they once shared together, heart clenching in her chest. "let me know if you need something."

#( enzo : convos. )#khaleesiie

everything may have crumbled in their relationship, but their daughter was a reminder that everything with carolina had always been worth it. enzo may have preferred they were all together as a happy family, but having her was better than not. he ducks his head with a slightly sheepish smile—completely unlike him, but that's the effect that his daughter had. well, both his daughter and carolina. "wrapped around her finger, i am," he nods. "thank you, my love," voice is a low murmur, hand lightly brushing over her arm on the way past. in the end, of course, their little one is insistent on a specific and not very short story. one enzo reads with his usual gusto—unique voices, dramatic pauses, the whole nine yards. it's a full forty-five minutes before he's coming back down the stairs, finding carolina in the kitchen. "i think she's down for the count," he announces. patting his pockets down for his car keys, he gives her a small smile. "she tried to insist at the beginning on two stories, but... well, she didn't even make it through the first one," enzo chuckles lowly, a fond shake of his head. "but i'll get out of your hair—i'm sure you have things to do."

she was hateful. probably the most infuriating person he'd ever met, and that was saying a lot considering the number of people he knew. and yet, here he was. still trying to make things easier for both of them. "jesus christ, you're insufferable. " he comments with an unamused chuckle that tears from his throat. "you're the one who needs to get laid, might loosen up that fucking stick up your ass." shakes his head, tossing back the entire glass of whiskey in one go, the burn more than welcome. long legs carry him towards the bedroom where he usually slept, quickly changing into a black button down and dark jeans, something casual enough for wherever the night took him. she wanted him to be the villain, then that was exactly who he'd be. she wanted cold ? he'd give her frostbite. wanted distance? he'd disappear into the night and make sure she felt it. thruth was, he was tired. sick and tired of the bickering, the tension that clung to their every interaction and the way she treated him like a stupid punching bag he was obligated to stand still for. steps out of the room, grabbing his wallet and car keys on his way toward the elevator.

#( shadia : convos. )#khaleesiie

there is a part of her—somewhere deep down that looked at the familial betrayal with more objectivity and had already begun to heal from having the life she had worked hard to build ripped away from her—that knew she was being unfair. knew that she was being a total bitch, really. while julian didn't have the golden child reputation she had always prided herself on, he hadn't deserved being forced into a marriage with someone either. but it was simply too difficult to let go of her disdain for him. shadia is turning all of that over in her mind on the elevator ride back up to their penthouse, though softly humming a random sleep token song to herself as if to help offset the overwhelming thoughts and guilt. in reality, though, most of the energy and fight had drained out of her with the quick trip downstairs. the weight of a long work week and being married to someone who she shared a mutual dislike with taking everything she had in her for the day. stepping off the elevator—still humming to herself—her free hand rubs tiredly at her eyes. only barely opens her eyes in time to avoid running into julian on his way to the elevator. honestly, she's become too tired to be relieved by him leaving. sidestepping him, shadia lets out a sigh, exhaustion evident. "there'll be leftovers in the fridge when you get back," she tells him—not intending it as an olive branch necessarily. "if you come back," shadia adds absentmindedly. doesn't even mean it as a shot at him, simply stating a possibility as she sets the bag of food on the table.

only-cat-memes

#i need this type of ship energy #like he's this buff dude but she's this tiny lil thing but vicious af #Y E A H #how in the name of hades do i tag this #( wishlist. )

galindaelphaba

LIZZY AND THEO The Buccaneers | 2.05 A Whole Love

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the male's smirk widens at her bold move, the way she pulls the mic closer to let his friends hear her needy plea sending a surge of heat through him. her soft whine, paired with that frustrated glare, is almost too much. so adorable and desperate, just the way he likes her. "you're impossible," murmurs with a chuckle, as his thumb flicks the joystick again, but his attention is clearly elsewhere now, the game a distant second to the half naked beauty squirming in his lap. the headset crackles with laughter and cheers from his friends. "damn, b she's not playing around." one of them says, while another quickly chimes in, " just let her have it already." beau chuckles, shaking his head in playful disapproval. "you hear that, babe?" questions, his lips brushing her ear. "they want you to give them a little show, go ahead, fuck yourself on my cock."

#( lennox : convos. )#svftouch #now everyone gets to have their fun!! all is right in the world

if beau had no problem with his friends hearing any of this, then she had no problem involving them in the whole conversation. especially if it got her what she wanted. lennox continues to glare at him, though clearly offset by the pout tugging at her lips. even though she can't actually hear his friends, his chuckle tells her everything she needs to know. even before he expressively gives her permission, she's lifting her hips, more than ready to reap the reward of warming his cock while he played that stupid fucking game. "thank you," she says into the mic before releasing it. lennox sits up a bit, hands gripping his shoulders to steady herself. "you can have fun with your game now," she moans out softly. she wastes no time in picking up the pace, the intensity of her need obvious in how she bounces up and down his length. her head falls back with another moan, louder this time, as her eyes flutter shut.

there was nothing better than feeling that came with knowing that she had her fiancé's full attention. the way his dark eyes burned with a hunger that set her entire body alight. her heart raced, the thrill of their clandestine little game making her pulse throb as she leans forward, elbows resting on the table to give him a better view, knowing full well the effect she's having on hm too. manicured fingers trail lazily from the glass to the exposed curve of her breast, her honeyed hues never leave his, as she slowly pinches her already hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger. a soft grasp escapes her petals at the sensation and pearly whites sink into her bottom lip to stop a moan from slipping out. " i think that i should probably tell you that i'm not wearing any panties either, " the brunette confesses with a small giggle, her foot nudging his under the table before her heel slowly grazes his calf.

#( dante : convos. )#svftouch #oh that man 100% put a ring on it as soon as reasonably possible

whenever they went out together, dante found far too easy to be swept up with ada enough that the rest of the world didn't exist. disgusting and cliche as that may be, it was true. including when she had mischievous tricks up her sleeve like tonight. his dark gaze follows the movement of her fingers, grasping onto her hardened nipple. unconsciously, his tongue slowly swipes across his lower lip, unable to tear his eyes away. dante's mind swirls with various dreams and fantasies of what he could do right then—if he cared less about being arrested for public indecency. his desire is like the embers low in stomach, warm and distracting, more than capable of spread into full-fledged flame if only he gave it kindling. only the sound of ada's voice breaks his reverie. "you know," dante starts, straightening to lean toward her to hide his need to—well, adjust a bit. "if you keep this up, i'll be spending the night in jail. is that what you want?"

it's the way he still uses her nickname. so terribly soft and familiar and just a little too careful. hates that it still makes her chest ache a little, hates how part of her wants to lean into it, just for a second. let herself forget the ways they broke each other. "i know that, but we're okay for now. thanks for offering, though. " assures him, and part of her wonders if he knows she'll never ask for help. never has, never will. especially not after things ended between them. can't help but wonder if he regrets it sometimes, if she's still a thought in his mind. she laughs at his comment about the papers, a short, surprised sound that slips past her defenses before she can stop it. "some of them probably bribed the system. or their parents did," points out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "either way, i'm not sure i trust any of them with the future." it's easier to joke. safer. but the warmth in his eyes is still there, and it makes her throat tighten. luckily, their daughter comes to save the day, or night, with a soft, sleepy voice that cuts right through whatever tension that still hangs between them. "daddy, can you read me a bedtime story?" her tiny arms wrap around his leg, chin tipped up, her huge brown eyes wide with hope.

#( enzo : convos. )#khaleesiie

he hated it—the distance between them. emotionally, physically, verbally. he knew carolina well enough to tell when she was being subdued, as it were, and that's certainly how she was being now. or rather, how she usually was now that they were divorced. as if enzo was simply another stranger instead of the man she was once married to and the father of her child. it made him ache that they couldn't simply be at ease. though the sound of her laughter makes him feel better—albeit fleetingly. "or, you know, relied far too heavily on the internet and its creations for guidance," he rolls his eyes in amusement, shaking his head. "i barely trust them now, far less with the future." not that their daughter allows him to dwell on it too long, her sleepy little voice making his heart melt into goo. smoothing a hand over the top of her head, he briefly glances up at carolina. not really asking for permission to come in—they both know that trying to deny their daughter was not happening. "of course, angel," enzo's words are soft, rubbing a hand down her back. "why don't you go get into your pajamas, and i'll be up soon, okay?" there is nothing but love in his eyes as he watches her sleepily scamper off upstairs. "i promise to find a short one," he offers, gaze turning toward carolina again. "unless you'd rather i told her no?"

doesn't look up right away, just lets her words hang in the space between them like the smoke he should've lit by now but didn't. she was unbelieavable. makes him wonder how he'd grown attached to her in the first place. had she always been like this ? his tongue runs across the inside of his cheek, jaw tightening with the faintest hint of something he’ll never admit aloud. disappointment? maybe. or worse, guilt. the kind that festers. but when he finally speaks, his voice is calm, threaded with the razor edge he's known for. "oh, but we are," an unamused chuckle tears at his throat, "we're in this shame of a marriage together, even if you pretend you're the only victim here, that's not the case. — you think i wanted this ? you think i chose this circus? " his voice doesn't rise, but it sharpens. " if you want to hate someone, hate them. hate them and their boardroom deals. hate the lawyers who drew up the contract. hate your parents. mine. the ones who sold us both off like pawns on a chessboard just to secure another few years of power, but for god's sake, give me a fucking break." an edge finally breaks through, frustration slipping past the polished veneer he's spent years perfecting. his long digits rake through his hair, exhaustion clear in his features.