#bynoctus

[moonlitwhiims]

you look so pretty like this. estelle and dahlia.

﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

a small chuckle tumbles past dahlia's lips, ending in a slight hum. ❛ oh darling, trust me. i know. ❜ the words are practically purred out, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. ❛ why don't you come over here and do something about it, hm? ❜ words are punctuated by a playful lifting of her shirt, tugging it slightly upwards as if to entice estelle further.

[chaserabbits]

i don’t know what this means. do you? ryland and simon.

LOADING FILE . . . : / / morning after memes. [ status : 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. ]  ↳ @bynoctus

head lifts from the pillow, propped up by his one good arm, bicep flexing, so he could focus on through the dark the profile of the man currently laying beside him. grace is on his back, hands placed perfectly over one another upon his chest like he were about to be cremated, staring up directly up at the ceiling it were the most interesting thing in all of erid. the question is offered so quietly that for a moment, he thinks he almost didn't even hear it. or, perhaps, he just didn't want to hear it and think about what the connotations of what transpired several moments ago could mean.

it had been impulsive, the quick lean in to kiss grace while he was chittering on about something without taking so much as a single breath, that eventually led for his arm to loop around a thin waist and for two pairs of hands to find solace in his dark locks. neither of them were strangers to being intimate, a mutual understanding was had about who and what would go where, but after being starved of it for years, forgetting just how pleasant and grounding a touch could be, such an act went beyond that of a desperate need for release.

simon almost doesn't answer, debating letting the artificial night suffice as a response, the silent acknowledgement that they were diving into uncharted space without a pilot or plan. but a soft laugh leaves him, more a gentle huff of air that leaves his lips, because he did know what this meant, and was certain that an i told you so was on the horizon for the next day.

  ❝ it means that little punk rocky was right. ❞

[chaserabbits]

you're doing your best. it's all anyone can do. ryland and simon.

LOADING FILE . . . : / / prompt. [ status : 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. ]  ↳ @bynoctus

life on erid is still taking some getting used to, or rather, life upon the minuscule sliver of the planet that had been fashioned into a terrarium for him and grace to be able to breathe and exist within. a part of simon could hardly believe that he was even still alive after everything he had endured beneath the crimson waves on the moon AT-5, while the majority of him felt that this was another merciless facade imbued with false hope spearheaded by the blood eel in her attempt to lure him to his demise. he awaits the day that he'll look out onto the artificial beach lapping at their feet and the waters will be red, and the crystalline dome over their heads will confine him back into the unfeeling metal of the lung —–- but it never does.

constantly is he barraged with assurances from both grace and rocky that he is well away from the horrors beyond all comprehension that had dug its hooks far deeper than just his flesh, and while appreciative of their seemingly genuine levels of compassion, it is just unfortunate circumstance that morphed him into a caged animal who does not realize the gate is now open. simon had overheard grace and rocky conversing about it once after he had awoken from a brief rest and lingered unseen down the hallway to listen, how rocky couldn't understand why simon behaved in the way that he did, so unlike grace, so guarded and fearful, and how grace attempted to explain the disorder brought about from enduring a traumatic event.

a shard of guilt pierces through him over the genuine concern the little eridian harbors for him, sensing rocky's discomfort over the latest member of their now trio being in such distress and being unable to fix it in a way that matters. unfortunately, this level of healing was something only simon could do and only him alone. he wants to get better, wants for grace and rocky to no longer look at him as if he were a piece of glass just waiting to shatter so they could quickly pick up the pieces, but it's not something that is fixed so easily. this was a wound, a breach in the hull of his brain, that disturbed the synapse waves of his mentation and altered them in a way that will take possibly years to untangle and rewire.

ryland's hand is warm against his shoulder, grounding in a way that catches him by surprise, keeping him tethered to the shoreline rather than slipping beneath the surface of his thoughts and into darker depths. simon does not manage a smile for his friend, the movement of muscles still too foreign to him, only heaves a sigh in frustration. ❝ it's not enough. ❞ the sentiment comes out bitter, discouraged by his own lack of progress, but the hand against his shoulder keeps the ire threatening to overtake him again at bay, grace ever a light shining throughout all the darkness clouding in his head. shoulders slump not necessarily in defeat, but it acceptance of grace's words of encouragement to alter his words so that hope can rewrite the damaged code in his brain. ❝ but i'm trying. ❞

[ameliiorate]

closed starter for @bynoctus from grayson goodman | based

"they are completely booked." a travesty, really, considering it is not like that they can just leave. the two of them are on a ship, as they had both decided that a cruise was the best idea for a vacation. so they can't simply find the nearest hotel with a vacancy. if only grayson weren't so frugal despite his amass of wealth. or perhaps, the faintest voice nags at him from the back of his mind, if he had been a better partner, one bed would not be an issue. "so i suppose we will just have to deal." like they would also have to cope with the itinerary that they are locked into.

[unspcken]

3 for lucie and teddy maybe? 

gif meme (#3) for lucie x teddy

“LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU, DADDY.” the words are spoken into the warmth of his skin, mouth buried against the hard canyon of his collar bone. “you had a long day.” there has been no ceremony in his arrival or the moments that had passed until now. their kiss had been less of a greeting and more of an I nstruction, hungrily covering her mouth as his rushed hands demanded the removal of their clothes. the man is operating on instinct, animalistic in his pursuit of release. when teddy lifts her from the ground, cock lined up and aimed to press inside of her, lucie is ready for him. her pussy is slick, drenched in anticipation of him and he slides without resistance into the tight grip of her walls. she’s pressed against his frame, able to feel each muscle relax beneath her as his tension softens as he enters her. impatience and gravity force her to immediately take him, hips aching at the stretch to accommodate him fully seated within her, throaty groan slipping from her throat as she sinks onto him. some of the hurry subsides as he settles with her, teddy’s steady grip keeping her flush against him as he folds into a nearby chair. he doesn’t withdraw from her as they move, though their bodies jostle against one another, friction sparking along her walls. “my daddy’s so big, he’s spoiling me with a thick, fat cock to ride.” her voice is a delighted murmur, fingertips lazily tracing the planes of his chest. her hips begin to roll, impaling herself deeper onto his length. she works herself closer to him as she begins to build up her pace, accenting her movement with fluttering whines. “tell me what you need, baby. let me help.”

[unspcken]

27 for adam and kennedy! 

gif meme (#27) for kennedy x adam

EVERY NERVE IS RAW, SENSITIVE TO THE POINT OF PAIN. kennedy’s already begun to lose count, unsure if it had been her third or forth orgasm that had just torn a destructive path through her body. whatever it ended up being, it wouldn’t be the last, thick fingers already pumping back into the slick opening of her worn pussy. there’s a quiver in her thighs, muscles fatigued from being held in position for so long. adam had pried her open, pinning her leg against her chest, calf hooked over his shoulder to spread herself wide for him to take. two digits piston into her core, veined hand glistening with the sticky spoils of her previous climaxes as it moves back and forth. her breathy panting is punctured with delirious whimpers, kennedy’s hips bucking wildly when the heel of his palm ground into the swollen nub of her clit. his precise fingers had already targeted the overworked bundle of nerves inside her walls, and the extra stimulation breaks her already cracking composure. fingers claw around his wrist, attempting to slow the relentless torment, pain and pleasure racing along her spine as they battled for dominance. he claws back his control in the act of stripping kennedy of her own, her ragged voice and gentle protests falling on deaf ears as he pushes her body back towards the edge.

[euphemoria]

🌹 . spicy gif prompts . accepting

@bynoctus asked: 4c for wolff and lolita!

She stifles her groan against her stepbrother's mouth, the force of it vibrating between their conjoined lips. "This is so fucking stupid." They're being reckless again, her golden hips rolling against the calloused palms holding her in place so that she can feel the length of his cock hard and thick against her. "Why do you have to feel so - mm - so good, hm? Can't get enough of you, cariño." Anyone could walk into the room; anyone could see just how much of a mess Wolff makes of her from something so goddamned juvenile as dry humping him on the couch. "Stupid," she mutters again, rolling her hips harder. A little demanding. A little punishing. It's his fault, really. Just catching his eye does it for her lately — remembering all the depraved things they've been up to, knowing just how wrong it is to be doing it right under their parent's noses.

"Fóllame." She half pleads, half demands, her blunt teeth tugging at the flesh of his bottom lip. "God, just fuck me already!"

[pinkliqht-a]

continued for @bynoctus from here.

if this was being on their good side, lore did not want to find out how they treated people on their bad side. it was nothing she couldn't handle, but she wanted to be here less than they wanted her here and there was only so much she could handle at once. maybe she should have ran, or at least tried to, instead of making it far too easy for him to bring her here. for all she thought she'd be brave, when the situation came, she was far from it. " what? " taken aback by his question, lore never really expected him to care. she'd never been kidnapped before, she had no idea what to expect. " uhh ... yeah, i suppose i am. do i get to request food or would that be pushing my luck? "