ENRAPTURE

en·rap·ture /inˈrapCHər,enˈrapCHər/ verb give intense pleasure or joy to. ---------------------------------------------------

[s-muses]

perscnified:

It had been a long game of blindsiding and fucking. Every night she would come around with someone new on her arm and deep down Niko would boil at the thought of it. It was his only game to retaliate and from the start of it, it came with stealing dates — and by the end it was the tight redhead he’d brought home that moaned his name all the way down the hallway, echoing against the walls. He knew it would set her off – he just wished he could have benefitted in other ways instead of having to watch the nameless girl get dragged down the hall by her hair — tossed out like the garbage. He also wished it didn’t lead to Elena standing before him, shoving at him in anger as if he’d offended her by thinking anyone else would be worth his time. The truth was, Niko was well aware of how capable she was, but the anger in her eyes sparked something else in him that prompted him only to say, “Oh, I don’t know —- I feel like it’s been a while.”

He was right. It had been awhile. At least by their standards. It’d been almost a full week since they’d shared a bed. Watching him flirt with someone other than her sparked the week long battle between the two, seeing who could upset who first. She hated that she seemed to be the one caving this time around. Instead of commenting, she pushed on his chest with more force, making him stumble back a step. She kept pushing until he got the hint, backing up to the door of his room. Her lips pressed to his in haste, nails digging softly into his skin as she channeled all of her anger towards him into tension that landed them both on his bed. She was straddling his hips, her fingers raking through his hair and tugging at the strands as her hips rocked down against his. “I hate you,” she breathed against his lips, knowing it was a lie. “I fucking hate you,” she repeated as she started to pull her shirt over her head. “God, I fucking--” she couldn’t finish her words as she pressed her lips back against his with force. 

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@perscnified

He had the audacity to traipse through the halls with the red haired bitch that looked to be on a three day drinking bender. She was sloppy and dressed like a prostitute from the 80s. It was disgraceful to say the least. She couldn’t believe he had the nerve to walk her down the hall to his room, discarding his clothes along the way. Elena’s blood boiled in her veins. She hated how he seemed so completely and totally unaffected by the things she did to spite him, while she was undeniably effected by the things he did to her in return. She wanted to walk past them, act like the sight of him kissing someone else didn’t make her heart drop to her stomach, but when that bitch brushed her arm, Elena could no longer deny that they were there. In one swift motion, her arm reached out, fingers curling around the girl’s hair and snatching her backwards. The quickness of her actions landed the sloshed girl on her ass, cursing as Elena started to drag her down the hall towards the front door. She didn’t say a word as the girl kicked and shouted insults her way. She was blinded by anger to the point she wasn’t sure she could speak if she tried. Once the redhead was pushed out of the house and the door slammed in her face, Elena whipped around on her heels to face Niko. “How dare you bring that into this house,” she spoke thickly, moving down the hall with long strides. “Do you really think you’ll find anyone better than me?” she asked with a humorless laugh, shoving at his chest. “Do you think she could fuck better than me? No one can fuck you like I can.”

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@perscnified

She had enough hairspray in her hair that she was scared for anyone to light a cigarette near her. Her set was suppose to take place right before amateur night began, but when the bosses son suddenly made an appearance and asked for her specifically, those plans were quickly changed. She’d met the man a few times. Between executive “meetings” and the occasional lap dance, the two were quite familiar, but she’d never been alone with him and couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted from her. She pulled on her silk robe to make it through the club without being whistled at or stopped to be groped. Towards the back of the club was the VIP section. A section closed off from the rest of the coward, heavy curtains giving as much privacy as possible. She pushed through the curtain leading to one of the rooms, the one in which he was suppose to be waiting behind for her. “Been waiting long?” she asked, walking closer to him, moving to set her hands on his shoulders. “Should I be worried about the bosses son wanting to see me?”

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@perscnified

The tablet melted on her tongue like sugar, washed down with a shot of vodka. Bright lights danced around the room along with the beat of the music, masses of bodies attempting to do the same, but were much less graceful about it. Her hair was pulled back in a high, slick ponytail, keeping it from sticking to her neck that was dotted with sweat. A skin tight silver dress hugged every curve she had to perfection, catching the attention of plenty, but one man in particular caught her attention too. She sauntered over to the dark haired male, one she’d seen a few times before and blown a few times too. “Hi, handsome. Come here often?” she asked with a wicked grin, leaning in to speak in his ear over the music. “You should buy me a drink since we’re celebrating.” 

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@perscnified

Her black leather jacket was probably being scratched all to hell by the brick wall he had her pinned up against, but in the moment she didn’t really care. “So, she dumped you again, huh?” she breathed against his lips in an amused tone. It was like this nearly every other week. The two had been on and off since middle school and she didn’t understand why the two didn’t just give up on each other already, but that was none of her business. She was just the fun ride when he was tired of screwing his girlfriend. Her fingers tangled in his hair while her legs tightened around his waist, keeping them at eye level since he usually towered over her. A mix of tongue and teeth pressed to his neck in the form of sloppy kisses. 

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@perscnified

Snow was starting to collect in patches on the college campus making her tug on the side of her beanie until it covered her ears. A messenger bag was slung over her shoulder, holding books she’d stolen from the library to make things look legit if she was ever searched. Her boots crunched through the iced over grass as she approached a group of frat boys that seemed not to realize the temperature was below freezing. Her five foot frame paled in comparison to the males all sprouting above six feet tall. “Hello boys,” she greeted with a smile. “Who needed biology notes?” she asked, reaching into her bag and fishing out a stack of index cards. In between the cards though were small plastic bags filled with white powder perfect for the rager they planned to throw to celebrate the end of finals. She held out the note cards, watching as the boys all collected their money. Once the stack of bills had been counted by the one she expected was the best with numbers, they were handed to her in exchange for the index cards. “Study hard, boys,” she smiled, tucking the wad of cash in her pocket. “You should come study with us,” one called as she turned to walk away from them. “Text me the address!” she shouted back before coming face to face with someone she never hoped to run into, her parole officer. “Well, hello there, Lenny. How are you this fine afternoon?”

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@perscnified

The island had a population of less than two thousand. Main street was dotted with stores and restaurants, but other than that it was all forest, rocky beach, and colonial style homes. So, knowing everyone that stepped off the ferry and onto the island was a given. Nala had been here since the day she came into the world and would probably be there until the day she left, so every towns person knew the blonde well, and not just because of her twenty years spent on the piece of land. Nala Wildes was one of many Wildes women, all of whom were witches. The towns people weren’t wrong in their whispered rumors. The Wildes women were consumed by an unearthly power that had been passed down from generation to generation. The town had become use to the power these women had and no longer treated them as creatures of the night, but rather guidance with divine abilities. 

Nala twirled her pen between her fingers, resting on her elbows as she glanced over the drawing she was working on. Her younger, dark haired sister came rushing up behind her, tapping her eagerly with the back of her hand. “It’s him, it’s him, it’s him! The new boy,” she grinned with childlike wander. “Cam said he came in the middle of the night and ferries don’t run in the middle of the night, so maybe he’s-- you know,” her sister rambling, giving Nala a knowing look, which only earned her a glare. “He’s a new guy in town. We get them every once in a while. I don’t see why everyone thinks he’s so special,” she spoke with a shrug, her eyes peering out the window at the male walking across the street, the one causing so much commotion. “It’s because he’s cuuuuute,” her sister giggled, making Nala roll her eyes. “He’s not that cute,” she lied, not taking her eyes off the mysterious visitor. 

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catherinelombard:

Even though he had made the first move, even though she had followed through with the second, longer, lingering taste of alcohol on his lips — Cat was still taken by surprise as he followed through. With a small gasp (not to be separated from his lips) her body was lifted up, pressed against the wall as their lips worked as one, her legs wrapped tight around his waist while instinctively rocking her body against his even after he pulled her off of the wall. Still kissing him, she spoke between breaths, “Just up the stairs, it’s the first floor.” with her head nodding towards the door, she shimmied herself so one arm could wrap around his neck, the other reaching into her hoodie pocket to grab her keys, still holding them as they moved. 

He stood there a moment longer, enjoying the feeling of her lips against his. It had been over a year since he’d been kissed like this. Kissed like he was wanted, needed, craved. He mumbled at her words, pulling back just long enough to start up the stairs, gaining his bearings so he wouldn’t send them tumbling towards the ground. He stopped at the top of the stairs, breathing heavy against her lips as he continued to kiss her. “Which--” he laughed softly, “which door?” he smiled against her lips, pulling back to look up at her. 

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perscnified:

Nolan had become a regular at the diner, often coming in with his partner at the end of a long shift,  but tonight a group of them had opted to go together, leaving them at the round table where the waitress had caught his eye. “Hey uh… “ he glanced down at the coffee she was pouring and the back up to her with a kind smile, “I was thinking just a burger and fries for me, thanks.”

She’d seen the guy before. She’d seen a few of the men in the group on numerous occasions, but didn’t know any of their names. “Do you want that burger all the way?” she asked, looking at the man who spoke up first, the cutest one out of them all, in her opinion. 

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perscnified:

He’d been playing a decent set with the band and was able to spend the rest of the evening mingling with the crowd of frat guys that he’d been a member of. His gaze scanned through the group of party goers, some still dancing to the music that the DJ started playing once the band was done, looking for something fresh to get close to even if just for the night. From the opposite side of the room he caught a glimpse of someone new for sure, a beauty in a skin tight dress and he was quick to approach, two beers in hand. “Hey — you standing here all on your own tonight? Doesn’t sound like much fun.”

Her eyes were stuck on a pair dancing against the wall right next the opening of the kitchen. She jumped when she heard someone’s voice next to her. “M-Me?” she asked, eyebrow raising at the male. “I-uh...well,” she laughed, trying to brush off her awkwardness. “I came with my roommate and, well, she found other company for the night,” she explained with a nod. “So, um, yeah. I guess standing here by myself is what I’m doing for the night,” she offered with another laugh, flashing a grin. 

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oliverdriggs:

Every move she made only made her more wet, his fingers slippery from her insides and when she moaned out again he slipped them free, bringing them to his lips just so that he could taste her for even a moment. “I want you to make sure he knows you’re mine. I want you to say my name so many times he’ll never forget it.” Fingers slipped inside of her, rougher this time as if to show her exactly how serious he was until he was forced to face her, a kiss planted against her lips and her words seemed nearly foreign enough to stop his movement, but not enough. “Prove it.” his voice was direct as he slowed the pace of his fingers, keeping an arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady as he gave her time to make a decision.

A whimpered fuck fell from her lips as his fingers curled harder against her walls. “Fucking-- Fuck, Oliver,” she nearly laughed, consumed by bliss. Her head dropped back when his lips left hers. “Prove it,” she repeated, her tone uncertain. Her head was foggy from the movement of his hand between her thighs. It didn’t take long for her cum all over his fingers. Her breathing was heavy when her orgasm fizzled. A low groan fell from her lips as her eyes peeled opened to look at Oliver. “Take me back to your place,” she mumbled, looking up at him with big eyes and a pout. 

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perscnified:

His words spoke a sonnet to her ears, her heart pounding even harder as she gripped the fabric that hung loosely over her swollen belly, silent words speaking to the baby, ‘do you hear that? that’s your dad’ but her smile grew as if the connection between her and the unborn made it clear, it would be okay, maybe not immediately, but it would be okay. With one swift movement, Keiko pulled herself away from Tyler, wrapping Drew in her arms, her head buried in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you ——- “ she started, pulling away just a second to look at him. “I’m so glad that you’re home, Drew.” Still, she didn’t let him go, afraid that once he realized the truth that this would be the last time she would hear from him ever again. 

His arms wrapped around her body, immediately noticing a difference. “I’ve missed you too,” he spoke in a confused tone, pulling back to look down at her. The bump pressed against his stomach was undeniable. He pulled back more, still in disbelief, glancing down to see Keiko’s belly. Without another word, he dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around her legs to press soft kisses all over her clothed stomach. “Baby. Baby, baby, baby, baby,” he mumbled, getting to his feet once more to cup her face and press his lips to hers. He held her in place for a long time, not wanting to let the moment pass. “How long-- Why-- You’re pregnant,” he said in a breathless laugh, lips puffy from the kiss. 

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perscnified:

She stood there, two hearts racing, her hand placed cautiously on her swollen belly.  It had been five long months since she had seen him, five long months since she left him at the airport, and now she stood in the middle of a crowd, huddled behind Ty as they waited impatiently for the Petran men to depart from the plane flying in from New York, after flying out of Russia. It took a moment, a long dramatic pause for the pair of familiar faces to be seen through the crowd with the older, his usual stoic expression and the younger, god he still made her heart pound in her chest. Ty had waved them over, her excitement obvious as stress began to build in Keiko’s heart. They were terrified, the little baby growing inside of her making sure everything was about to change, and she couldn’t decide on what to do, or what Drew would want, if he would even want her once he saw what they had done. Still —- when she saw him, her face shifted into a shy smile, though not quite stepping out from behind Tyler. @s-muses

The flight felt like it had lasted for days. All he could remember about their trip was being cold and always carrying the scent of blood with them. He couldn’t wait to get back to the states, to be back with Keiko, back in his room, back in his bed. He’d dosed off for about half an hour before the plane started its decent. He was busy rubbing his eyes, trying to remember where he was as the pilot began to announce that they had landed. With a yawn and heavy feet, Drew followed behind his brother as they made their way through the airport. Despite being gone for so long, the pair only had carry-ons, so stopping by baggage claim wasn’t necessary. Tyler came into view first, his niece Lily perched on her hip, waving at his brother, her father. Keiko was standing behind the brunette, a smile spreading across his lips at the sight of her. “Hey, baby,” he breathed dropping his bag to his feet to wrap his arms around his girl, just waiting for her to step out from behind Tyler. 

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Blood red fabric made up the dress that exposed her shoulders, but had sleeves down to her wrists. The skirt was heavy on her hips since it had bones to keep its form. Gold dripped from her ears and circled her neck, while gold pin accented her dark curls. She stood surrounded by her ladies, only half listening as one spoke of something she thought was interesting. It wasn’t. Her eyes were focused on her knight as he stayed on the other side of the room, making small talk with someone she didn’t care to know. Anger still bubbled in her stomach, making her fingers twitch with intent that she couldn’t carry through with.

She hadn’t realized her husbands presents until his arm circled around her waist. Her eyes finally dropped from her knight but not before she noticed him looking her way, no doubt watching as the king kissed her temple. “Something dramatic? Are we going to witness a murder so just some knife juggler?” she asked with a hint of a smile. “I’m sure if my behavior is unsatisfactory the kingdom will have no issue in replacing me,” she continued, her smile turning sickeningly sweet. “Did you enjoy your afternoon? Catch up with all your servant girls? I hope they took great care of you.” Her tone was jealous, but if called out on it, she’d excuse it as simply venom as result of her anger from the entire day.

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petran1x1:

It was as if by  magnetism that Vaughan slipped out of the room, anger dripping on her words but there was nothing that he could feel for the situation. He wasn’t about to lose his footing so soon, and while mad it still was, what it was. He had to remind the rest of his castle that indeed, he was the king and she was just the unwanted Queen and while Niko strived to make their union work in some ways, he had other things to worry about. It wasn’t long from when the Queen slipped out that the servant girl returned, her face apologetic, her lips pleading for some forgiveness as she asked him if she did anything wrong. Whatever it was, he was quick to shake his head, laying back down on the bed as she climbed on top of him. It was the usual encounter and as Vaughan left him high and dry, Eloise was quick to get to work with her lips around his cock, promising that she would always take care of him when his wife couldn’t.

Vaughan was met in her chambers by her ladies swarming her with questions about her night spent by her husband’s side. She had no problem giving details, but she kept them as modest as she could, knowing the girls wouldn’t understand. Once she was left alone, she took her time soaking in the tub, letting the her sore muscles relax under the warm water. She lost track of time being on her own with no obligations for the time being. Her relaxation was only interrupted by a knight slipping into her room as she laid on her bed dressed only in a thin cotton gown. 

“My love,” she nearly squealed with excitement, dashing off her bed and leaping into the man’s arms. Happy kisses where pressed all over his face before finding his lips as his arms wrapped tightly around her body. “I missed you, my darling,” she mumbled against his lips, her feet hanging above the floor. “I heard what he did to you, my love. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” her lover asked, making Vaughan’s eyebrows pull together. “Did to me? Half the kingdom saw what he did to me. It’s tradition,” she said with a soft laugh. 

He set her on the floor, pushing her gown from her shoulders to reveal the bruises and bite marks left over from the night before. “My love,” he breathed, making her shake her head. “No, no. You don’t understand, my love. I-I wanted it. I mean, it was fun,” she tried to explain, but he only looked mortified by her confession. “You...enjoyed it? Being treated like some...some common whore? Darling you are suppose to be worshiped, not branded.” Her face fell when the word left his lips, the word that felt like a fresh slap across the face. She pulled back, tugging her gown back up around her shoulders. 

“You want me to feel guilty for enjoying the only good thing that has come from this marriage?” she asked, her tone defensive. “I was no longer pure after he touched me on our wedding night, so why should I act as if I still am? Everyone knows my virtue has been taken from me. They all watched as it happened,” she nearly spat, crossing her arms over her chest. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, my love,” he sighed, taking a step closer to her as she took a step back. “I am fine and you may leave. I have to get dressed for the evening and I would hate for you to see me naked. You might mistake me for a common whore.”

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petran1x1:

Vaughan’s words brought him to bring another piece of pastry to her mouth, a grin on his lips as he waited to take a bite. It was only with half of a glance that he acknowledged the servant girl and he looked away solely when his lips met with his wife’s. Forcing her to watch seemed to be Vaughan’s thing, and while Niko had been polite later in their previous evening, allowing his onlookers to join in on their martital fun but Vaughan seemed typically far more possessive than he…to a degree. At Vaughan’s questioning, Niko was quick to shake his head. “She is in her head, mostly. She offers often to… you know, cater to my every need if I call for it.” It was clearly an innuendo, one he was certain the Queen would understand and as her fingers brushed along his jaw structure. Her…. request, however, brought Niko to pull away slightly, eyeing her wryly before he shook his head slowly. “Now — you’re my Queen… but you should know that you are my Queen.” It didn’t take long for him to take a breath, the door closed behind the servant girl left him alone with Vaughan, and while they played the perfect game in the bedroom, there was something she needed to be reminded of. “I don’t go snooping around like the Ladies in Waiting, I will not go trying to squeeze information from a girl who is doing me a favor. Remember that, my Queen. If I find there to be something you should know, you will damn well know it — “ his lips pressed to hers, “And only then. Until that time comes though, I am not going to do your dirty work.’

His denial of her request wasn’t much of a surprise, but she still didn’t enjoy being told no. She didn’t kiss him back when his lips pressed to hers, but rather sat there with a disapproving expression. With a huff of annoyance, she climbed out of his bed, tossing dark curls over her shoulder. “Fine,” she stated sharply, making her way over to the chair her clothes had been draped over the night before. Her popularity in the kingdom was still up in the air. While she had been promised to the king for years, their marriage had been somewhat of a whirlwind. 

The only allies that she had were the people of her court and, with her husbands popularity among the women in his, she was sure she didn’t have many fans. She had tried to make herself as comfortable as possible in her new home, but when the likelihood of being poisoned or smothered in her sleep was so high, it was difficult. She got dressed to the best of her abilities, not wanting to ask for his help lacing up the back of her dress. 

She turned to face him once more, walking around the side of the bed to grab another pastries. “Have a good day, your majesty,” she spoke in a tone that made it seem like the two had never spoken before. She turned on her heels, walking out of his room and heading towards her own cambers, eating the pastry covered in honey. A smirk played on her lips as she saw the guards from the night before, giving them a wave as she made her way down the hall. 

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perscnified:

Her mouth spoke something golden, and like he was in a trance, Eli followed the stranger up the stairs and before he knew it - his back was against the door that had been shut behind him, pants around his ankles. He’d had plenty to drink, plenty to not reflect upon, but the girl that propped on her knees was something he’d not like to forget. It was with one kiss that blood flowed to the tip of his dick, welcoming her lips as his hands brushed into her hair to guide her exactly where he wanted her mouth to go.

Her tongue peaked out between her lips, dragging softly over his skin as her mouth moved towards his cock. She traced her tongue down his length before taking his tip in her mouth. Her hands went to his hips, keeping him still as she bobbed her head. She swirled her tongue around him, taking him deeper, making good on her word, waiting expectantly for sounds of pleasure to fall from his lips.