#sinday.

[leondxs]

early sinday but Leondas adores the way his name sounds being moaned by his partner

[fancoria]

"Hey, I have a great opportunity! Are you looking for some interesting photos of Chrysos Heirs? I'm at your service. I have a lot of them. Especially hips and thighs. I know you want it."

[ofthineguilt]

sinday? oh, okay lemme talk about about the loustat scars. i have a headcanon with @ofthinegrief that during louis' human era, lestat bestows a ghastly bite against louis' collar bones that louis begged for. he also bites louis a second time on his ring finger to symbolize a desire they both have. to be wed. these scars become immortalized on artemis' louis since they happened close to the changing of louis and are often used during sex to heighten the experience for BOTH parties. to both louis and lestat these scars symbolize their beginnings, their possessiveness, and their immortal love they have for one another.

[pomniegranate]

"say   my   name   when   you   come.   say   it   like   you   mean   it." - @fuckit-jaxtime

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆  𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞   &   𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧   (usft   prompts) 3/5

He was relentless and aggressive with her; a possessive dominance that fuelled his every touch and movement with and against her. It was hard to keep up with, that level of depravity. Like he'd been waiting on this moment for her official call for dinner and was ready to swallow her essence whole.

To mark, to brand every inch of her with reminders of himself, flowered and seeded across seas of white. To keep it tattooed deep into her that he was the only one that could strip her completely naked even with all of her clothes still on but even just as much so laying bare as well.

He was rough and couldn't wait, like the spell she cast from just the look in her eye was too tempting to pass - as if he blinked and she wouldn't be there laying under him anymore.

It was raw and wild, animalistic and deeply rooted with aphrodisiac cravings; he never stayed in one spot for long before he was gone again. She couldn't keep up with the whiplash and pace, the overstimulation of a hungry mouth suddenly locking and sucking her soul straight out of her pussy. The screams she'd pull from her chest - the cries, whimpers and whines.

Pomni was running on empty, her mind reduced to nothing but gibberish spillings and drool-filled concoctions. Her gaze couldn't focus on any one spot for long before he was onto the next worship on her complexion, the edges and dips to her form.

She didn't realize it but a tidal wave hit against the cliff's edge of her body once a large portion of himself had finally breached the confinement that kept their bodies as two individuals. The head rush, the clawed appendages digging deep into lilac fields; manic laughter filled the space between them as deep gruttal sounds kept emanating out of his chest. He was truly like an animal, and she was nothing more than the captured prey he'd obsessed over and treasured.

Tears spilled heavily through her laughter - insanity was at the peak of two souls creating a new musical note of mixed arousals. She wasn't here, she hadn't been for some time now, purely running on the instinct he'd pull out of her through his idolized, possessive desire to have her all to himself.

"say   my   name   when   you   come.   say   it   like   you   mean   it."

That was an easy enough pill swallow, knowing she'd soaked not just him and herself, but even the bedsheets below from their round after round affairs. He gripped a good hold of her hair, causing her lips to squeeze around his length as he really drilled it home into that whorish brain of hers exactly who she belonged to, and would always. His name was the only rational thought she had mixed with the biggest manic expression, tongue hanging heavy and eyes rolling into the back of her head before her final orgasm knocked her out completely; his movements finally began to stutter and stop after what felt like lifetimes of this.

She was fucked out, utterly and completely, in a mess of her own creation. And the only thing she could remember last before her vision blurred out and ceased, was the soft kisses placed against her face.

[divisicn]

"I don't think that hunter understands what he did...It didn't scare me. It was kinda fuckin hot."

[crystallizedflowers]

❝ -- @ednaeflowers | continued from here ( cause tumblr hates us )

through  his  internal  turmoil  of  virgin  teenage  brained  of  what. the.  fuck.  mikleo  can  faintly  hear  his  girlfriend  just  outside  his  bathroom  door  but  her  voice  is  hazy,  just  like  his  head  (  his  brain  having  become  waveless  ,  just  like  a  pond  ):  he  tries  to  speak  but  his  throat  is  dry  and  has  that  thick-moist  sensation  after  being  forced  to  partake  in  the  presidential  fitness  test  back  in  junior  high.  slowly  ,  he's  trying  to  regain  an  ounce  of  composure  but  that  is  very  hard  to  do  when  the appendage  between  his  legs  is  deciding  to  malfunction  at  the  worst  possible  moment.  mikleo  didn't  dare  take  the  towel  from  around  his  waist  ,  nor  did  he  dare  even  look  below  the  belt.  this  was  unlike  any  type  of  morning  wood  he'd  ever  experienced.  morning  wood  ,  for  the  most  part  ,  was  easy  to ignore  but  this  almost  hurt  to  the  point  mikleo  was  starting  to  wonder  if  the  crazy  hot  water  he  favored  had  gone  to  his  head.  or  rather  ,  if  this  was  the  fabled  blue  balls  he'd  overheard  jocks  speak  about  in  passing  all  throughout  his  high  school  years.

nonetheless  ,  just  who  could  blame  his  reaction?  what  else  was  one  to  do  when  the  love  of  one's  life  was  wearing  his  own  tee-shirt  and  looking  incredibly  cute  and  sexy  without  realizing  it?  there  was  nothing  remarkable  about  what  edna  was  wearing,  mikleo  was  used  to  sharing  things  with  sorey  growing  up.  they  had  similar  taste  and  by  taste  he  meant:  nothing  too  flashy  that  fit.  but  why  did  this  feel  so  different?  why  did  this  feel  so...  intense?!  lavender  irises  had  drunk  up  her  appearance  before  his  brain  even  had  time  to  think  (  but  the  head  downstairs  took  in  all  the  information  needed  ):  it  was  a  long  sleeved  gray  tee  that  had  gotten  just  a  tad  too  small  for  mikleo  over  the  past  few  months  (  the  accused  freshmen  fifteen  was  proving  more  factual  than  myth  ):  but  instead  of  gaining  fat  ,  mikleo  had  traded  it  for  toned  abs  and  arms.  some  nights  he  couldn't  sleep  and  he  had  a  strong  affection  for  soaking  in  a  hot  bath  but  if  he  wanted  privacy  (  more  often  than  not  ):  he'd  go  to  the  gym  and  (  considering  it  was  a  gym  ):  mikleo  would  often  work  out  before  soaking  so  long  in  the  heated  water  that  he  started  to look  more  like  a  grandpa  than  a  grandson.

nonetheless  ,  his  mind  didn't  stay  on  the  stupid  topic  of  lifting  weights  or  soaking  in  tubs  when  the  collar  of  his  former  shirt  had  been  slipping  down  edna's  shoulder.  but  see  ,  edna  exposing  her  collarbone  wasn't  something  that  out  of  the  ordinary  --  infact,  dresses  where  her  style  and  mikleo  could  only  count  on  one  hand  the  amount   of  times  he'd  seen  her  in  anything  else.  but  because  she  was  in  his  clothes  it  was  just  so  more...  noticeable  ,  so  much  more  appealing.  in  fact  ,  something  that  was  too  small  for  mikleo's  broad  shoulders  swallowed  her  whole  (  more  dress  than  undershirt  ):  maletelos  his  mind  was  thinking  certain  thoughts  that  only  ever  crept  inside  his  dreams. ❝  ughhhh!  ❞  he  groans  ,  just  when  mikleo  thought  he  was  starting  to  calm  down  he  could  hear  edna  calling  his  name  again  and  it  just  made  his  mind  grow  hazy  again  until...  well...  he  was  standing  straight  up  to  the  sky.  he's  panting  to  himself  trying  to  ignore  the  uncomfortable  feeling  and  how  his  body  feels  oh  so  very  hot  (  and  he  is  not  sure  if  it  is  from  the  lingering  steam  in  the  bath  ,  his  hormones  ,  or  some  combination  of  both  ):  but  he  has  to  say  something  ,  anything.  if  anything  ,  edna  would  tease  him  to  no  end  if  she  knew  why  he  was  gripping  onto  the  towel  wrapped  around  his  waist  for  dear  life  ,  even  behind  the  locked  bathroom  door.

❝  yeah  umm  my  head's  definitely  overloadin'  ,  earth  girl.  ❞  at  first  ,  mikleo  is  proud  of  the  double  ended  nuance  he  managed  to  put  into  the  conversation  ,  the  other  half  of  his  is  angry  at  his  nineteen  year  old  brain  for  making  a  retort  with  the  wrong  head  in  mind.  ❝  fuck.  ❞  mikleo  hardly  ever  cursed  ,  gramps  had  taught  them  that  with  over  one  million  words  in  his  native  tongue  ,  there  was  always  a  better  way  to  express  one's  emotions.  however  ,  it  was  in  moments  like  these  that  mikleo  thought  to  go  against  this  single  lesson  from  his  grandfather:  some  situations  just  really  can  only  be  described  with  a  select  few  four  and  five  letter  words.  ❝  not  my  favorite  shirt  actually.  too  small  ,  yours  now.  ❞ mikleo's  eyes  are  squeezed  shut  and  he's  trying  to  listen  to  what  his  girlfriend  is  saying  instead  of  how  she  sounds  or  imaging  how  she  looks  knocking  on  the  bathroom  door  ,  or  that  he  saw  her  bra  hanging  up  to  dry  instead  of  on  her  body  and  how  the  wetness  that  remained  on  her  skin  caused the  shirt  to  really  cling  to  her  body  and  how  he  could  just  barely  see  the  outline  her  breas--OKAY  OKAY  FUCK.  for  the  past  eight  minutes  or  so  mikleo's  kept  one  hand  on  the  towel  and  the  other  hand  on  the  door  but  he  could  feel  the  smallest  crack  under  his  force  (  all  those  sleepless  nights  in  the  gym  with  sorey  where  clearly  paying  off  ):  but  ,  it  would  do  no  good  to  damage  the  door  his  tuition  was  paying  for.  plus  ,  sorey  would  have  questions  and  ...  this  was  not  something  he  was  telling  his  brother  about.  ❝  but  would  be  just  like  you  to  find  someone's  favorite  item  and  wear  it.  ❞

it  is  in  this  banter  that  is  their  normal  and  it's  in  this  banter  that  mikleo  feels  the  strongest  bits  of  haze  over  his  mind  begin  to  not  be  so  foggy.  it  is  only  now  that  he  feels  safe  enough  to  ditch  the  towel  and  throw  on  his  sweatpants  he  hadn't  even  realized  he  grabbed  before  jolting  back  into  the  bathroom.  black  sweats  ,  pale  blue  tee.  he  could  do  this  ,  he  could  ,  he  had  too.  taking  in  another  breath  mikleo  unlocks  the  door  ,  opening  it  slowly  trying  his  best  not  to  make  eye  contact  with  the  women  of  his  affections.  ❝  surprised  the  laptop  isn't  already  on  some  normin  special.  ❞

walking  towards  his  bed  he's  swallowing  hard  ,  because  sitting  on  his  bed  at  this  angle  meant  that  he  could  view  the edna  out  the  corner  of  his  eye.  mikleo  is  sitting  in  the  bed  edna  was  just  in  ,  his  bed  ,  his  shirt  ...  his.  his.  his.  fuck...  what  was  wrong  with  him?  he  almost  felt  like  zavied  with  the way  he  was  acting.  still  ,  a  pillow  found  its  way  into  his  lap  , setting  her  laptop  ontop  of  it.  if  certain  parts  of  his  body  wouldn't  act  right  ,  dammit  he'd  make  it.  ❝  i  see  you  must  be  at  a  loss  for  words  ,  i  would  too  at  my  beauty.   ❞  play  coy  ,  play  his  usual  mannerisms  up.  anything  to  take  his  mind  off  his  beautiful  damp  hair  girlfriend  in  his  room.  with  no  sorey.  just  the  two  of  them  and  a  monsoon  that'll  keep  them  both  up  in  here  for  who  knows  how  long. but  it  isn't  like  mikleo  can't  pretend  to  be  more  calm  than  he is  ,  right?  after  all  ,  nothing  gave  him  more  joy  than  seeing  his  girlfriend  stutter  or  blush  ,  especially  right  now.  ❝  ya  know  edna  ,  ❞  he  starts  mindlessly  clicking  through  shows  on  their  joint  netflix  account.  hair  thankfully  covering  the  majority  of  his  face  that  is  more  red  than  her  phoenix  umbrella  charm.  ❝  archaeologist  would  argue  you  are  the  prettiest  gemstone  made  on  earth.  ❞  mikleo  speaks  it  as  if  he  is  asking  where  they  should  grab  lunch  or  if  he  could  see  her  language  arts  notes.  not  like  ,  he  ,  mikleo  did  not  just  compare  the  women  he  loves  most  to  the  eighth  of  the  worlds  wonders.  with  a  raging  hard-on  might  he  add.

[wcshedup]

if barbie put together an entire slideshow on the subject and an entire ted talk to go with it, the audience would STILL leave unconvinced that she’s a switch.

[gamblins-archive]

prompt - flirty - @lustsang - Verosika

"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?"

long feathery eyebrow raised looking at the pretty succubus. looking down at her frame before meeting her pink eyes. the feline moved close to her smirking. in a low rumble of a laugh shaking head side to side " you underestimate me pretty thing . " large claw brushes her frame , pulling her close to him. " is this shy to you ? "