siiinfully

[siiinfully]

for @brotherhoodwarlord

"I said, give it back."

#brotherhoodwarlord #elena de la vega ( starter )

[siiinfully]

The Mask of Zorro (1998) dir. Martin Campbell

#kisa ( aesthetic ) #kisa ( likes )

[siiinfully]

@forcechoosen

#( anakin skywalker x padme amidala )

[siiinfully]

@midnightsaboteur

Come.

#( parker lawrence x cassia dracul )

[siiinfully]

#a weakness for you ( ardent desires )

[siiinfully]

It was. It really was. Most of her wet dreams and daydreams had been fulfilled, and she was happiest she'd ever been. Ysabelle smiled wanly at him before she slowly got off. However, she slid down to her knees as previously planned before taking his cock in hand, holding it steady while she licked languidly at the dark skin to clean it of the almost translucent liquid that remained. She was careful not to lick him too eagerly, mainly because she thought that he wouldn't be able to handle another source of stimulation. "It was so good, Ty," she hummed once she had finished. Ysabelle looked up at him and smiled. A part of her hated that it was all over; she wasn't sure that he would want to do it again with her, but she tried to focus on the fact that after all of it, they were still friends. "Hope this doesn't ruin movie night, though."

Mere moments after he’d begun massaging her ample bosom, Ysabelle finally succumbed. Her cunt clenched around his cock, juices flowing from her in a manner that quickly became apparent as squirting. With one final thrust inside her, Tybalt buried his hard dick deep. Unsurprisingly, the force of Ysabelle’s orgasm prompted one from Tybalt too, and he cried out as he shot his load deep in her cunt. He gripped Ysabelle’s ass firmly, the pressure of his grip perhaps threatening to bruise her pale skin once they were done. Together, for countless moments, they rode through their orgasms. Grunting, growling and groaning, Tybalt allowed wave upon wave of pleasure to wash over him, and even when he’d stopped shooting his load inside her, he still felt a delightful, blissful warmth in the aftermath. At that point, Tybalt looked down and grinned at Ysabelle. “That was… quite something…” he murmured fondly. 

@siiinfully

#ysabelle fremont ( thread ) #midnightsaboteur

[siiinfully]

"No complaints from me, either." Tiffany smiled and watched him, mesmerized, from how the water glistened off of his muscular chest. The next second, however, he disappeared under the water, coming up from between her legs so that she ended up perched on his shoulders. "Ricky!" she squealed, laughing and holding on to his head.

[ @brotherhoodwarlord ]

Turning his body ever so slightly, he ended up showing off his chest to the woman. “I guess I don’t, I have not had many complaints.” Coming into the pool, he lingered under the water, gliding down out of sight, curling around the woman and floating with her atop him. 

#tiffany wayne ( thread ) #thewxnderer #queue are my fantasy ( queued reply )

[siiinfully]

continued from this with @dino-king-rex

“Unfortunate, how?” Rexy asked the tall Vampire woman. His head tilted off to the side a bit. “I mean there’s nothing bad with a little social interaction, right?” He wouldn’t say Alcina was an introvert by any means, but he knew she hated talking to others. “Besides, when it’s all over you can spend the rest of the day in your castle! So it’s so bad, right? Or… is there something else I’m missing from this equation?”

The heavy sigh expressed her annoyance. She was used to everyone in the region knowing of her long-standing rivalry with the other three lords, especially Heisenberg.

While he wasn’t at the meeting itself, his representative was as bright as a burnt-out light bulb. If her daughters weren’t vulnerable to the cold, she would have sent one of them for all the information she was getting.

“Tell me. Exactly what have you understood from this idiot’s prattling? He sounds more like a puppy in pain than a competent stand-in.”

#alcina dimitrescu ( thread ) #dinokingrex #queue are my fantasy ( queued reply )

[siiinfully]

Iain Glen as Bruce Wayne in Titans Season 2.

#muse connection ( ser jorah mormont ) #( wait he was bruce wayne too?? )

[siiinfully]

#persephone ( imagery ) #a weakness for you ( ardent desires )

[siiinfully]

James Purefoy as Marc Antony during the second season of “Rome”

#muse connection ( mark antony )

[siiinfully]

continued from this with @thehavsofblvck

Azrael had not felt this riled up in a long time. The one person he had been avoiding in the city of Gotham had finally caught up to him: The Batman. The man they called the Dark Knight has sniffed out who was behind the sudden deaths of several high profile mob bosses and criminals in the city. The two had met face to face for the first time and it frustrated him greatly that he couldn’t escape his eye. Thank goodness for Harley, she was the only woman on the planet who could calm him down. She offered herself to him to help him relieve his stress. The demon pulled Harley over to a nearby alley and threw her against the wall, within moments having both their pants at their ankles and Azrael ravaging her from behind with his hand wrapped around her hair in a ponytail.

Aside from killing, this was what she was good at. Being fucked and used like an overgrown sex doll. Azrael’s sex doll, to be precise, because if anyone else tried touching her like this, then she would have slit their throat or bashed their brains in. But with her lover the one plowing her from behind, pushing her partially exposed body against the dirty wall, she took the fucking like a good girl.

Harley would have thanked Batsy if he was there because it was because of him that prompted Azrael to claim her like she was nothing more than a couple of holes to be used, to be filled and spread apart. The thick slicking noises that her cunt made each time he thrust in and out told her that she was dripping wet, and it was the frequent strike of his tip against her cervix that showed her just how badly he needed this sexual outlet. Harley pushed her ass back as much as she could – hard to since he kept pushing her back against the wall – to try and keep his cock lodged inside her for longer.

#harley quinn ( thread ) #azraelblack #queue are my fantasy ( queued reply )

[siiinfully]

#muse connection ( dean winchester ) #muse connection ( soldier boy )

[siiinfully]

“Yes. Take me, my lord….please…” she begged. The rubbing sensation of his shaft against her was driving her wild. Quinn was rubbing back, not wanting to lose the growing arousal that she felt ( as if that was even possible ), her head turning so that she could look up at him and keep rolling herself over his bulge.

The dragon reached for his belt buckle and tore it off as if it were tissue paper. He leaned against her, rolling his member against her mouth. "Are you sure you can take me, mortal?" he grated, looking down at her like she was made of china.

#'quinn' ( thread ) #thechaoticcform #queue are my fantasy ( queued reply )

[siiinfully]

Chris’s hands struggle against Valentina’s claws, his often soft brown hues were filled with a purple aura. While the duo had plenty of playful fights growing up, he never thought he’d be an actual struggle against her. To think all this started from Acacia visiting the bakery. While they were engaged, the duo felt more comfy as friends and even had a few in jokes. What turned to small verbal jabs in the car, evolved into an argument and soon a squabble. ��Telling you, Valentina me and Acacia are just friends! We barely even kissed when we got engaged by our families!” He struggled before finally pinning her down, “what will it take for you to get that I’m yours!?”[ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. from @bewitchingbaker <3

This whole thing with Acacia and Chris had turned her into a jealous, domineering woman. It wasn't like her at all, but this was the first time she had been forced to face the fact that he had had someone in her absence. While most of her knew that he was completely entitled to have moved on without her, a tiny part of her thought that it was unfair.

She didn't move on with someone -- even though she had gotten dangerously close -- and had kept her affection solely for him. And yet he had gone on and almost gotten married to someone else!

Valentina snarled and pushed back, relying on her alpha strength to get him off and away from her. "Don't give me that! She's more important to you, isn't she? She is! One call from her and you rush over to her place...you didn't even remember..."

The anger surged through her again, made worse due to the moon leaving its zenith. Normally, it meant that she was getting horny, but the situation turned her aching and horniness into rage. It was a miracle that she hadn't gone after Acacia, though she would be lying if she said that that hadn't occurred to her at least once. A fact that horrified her, down to her core.

As she trailed off, she heard a strangled sob come from her. She'd been in so much pain that day, but whatever Acacia had asked from him was clearly more important. He'd left, unmarked again, and she'd crawled to the woods to deal with the pains alone. "...I can't do this. I thought you'd be there for me, but you weren't. It was so much worse, but you weren't there! You weren't there!" At that, she let out a strangled cry and started pounding her fists against his chest, the tears falling freely down her cheeks before she slid down to the floor.

#valentina barclay ( meme reply ) #bewitchingbaker #queue are my fantasy ( queued reply )

[siiinfully]

She’d gone from being alone to being filled. Asteria had only witnessed the act of love before, either through an unexpected glimpse through a window or a slightly parted curtain or through a tale spun so vividly that she could have sworn she felt the feather light touch of the woman’s lover. But the Count was far from light; he was dark and rough and intense, and each time he pressed his lips to hers, it felt like he was sucking the very breath from her lungs. It was enough to make any woman swoon, and she certainly did a lot of that. She was so wrapped up in his very presence that she hadn’t noticed his violent response to the poor shiphand, the unluckiest man who would walk that ship. No, her mind was afloat a sea of thoughts full of the Count, and before she could call for him again, she was in his arms.

And then…he was inside her.

The sudden, sharp, thick invasion of her previously untouched cunny broke her from her own thoughts, and her eyes widened for a few moments as she processed what had just happened. He had taken her purity and replaced it with something, something that she never thought she would have. A burning desire to explore more, to have more. Asteria indeed moaned, from him driving his cock in and out of her at such a maddening pace to him still lapping up the blood that weakly trickled out of her two puncture wounds. She’d noticed before that her wounds somehow healed faster than normal, but with how long and how often he licked and lapped up her blood, there didn’t seem to be a chance for her skin to completely close.

And yet she still didn’t care, her thighs spread apart enough for him to rest comfortably between them and her walls clenching around him, still intimidated by his size and how deep he was getting. But despite all that, she was enjoying herself, and she couldn’t help but hum and moan and whimper, the latter happening whenever his tip grazed a soft spot near her cervix. Asteria couldn’t even praise him, but she had a feeling that he already knew his capabilities as a lover. He was also being very generous, giving her almost all of him at that first thrust, and it allowed her to get used to his size quickly.

When she could sense him slipping in more of himself, whether by his design or because she was just that aroused, she gasped and clung to him, her fingers threading through his raven hair and gripping a fistful. Her hold eased up only when she started loosening up, her body soon getting used to the rest of him. Even as she basked in the sexual high that came from his steady thrusts, she couldn’t quite ignore the throbbing that came from her throat. Strange how the more of her – and his – arousal she sensed, the stronger she became. And with his feeding frenzy seemingly matching his more erotic desires, she was lasting longer than a human woman would. It was as if she was an endless fountain of blood, kept intact by her skin and bones, and she wondered if that was why he had promised her that he would make her his bride and his pet.

“Bride…” she gasped, her way of trying to process what that meant. She didn’t think he was the marrying sort, but it was likely that it stood for something else. At least she knew what pet meant, and the idea of her scantily clad and sitting on a silk pillow by his feet was somehow…appealing. A blissful smile formed, and she used her grip on his hair to try and pull his head back, at least far enough for her to kiss his blood-soaked lips, tasting her blood at the same time.

her blood is a drug to the famished vampire.

the more he drank, the clearer the images became. he could see the beings made of pure light, dancing, laughing. she came from a place unlike any other. certainly nothing quite like the darkness that he had come from, the darkness that he had been forged out of. perhaps that was why her blood tasted so good. it was clear to the count that she wasn't only human. she was something other. something more.

and that only meant that her blood was more enticing. he felt drunk, as he drank more and more of her. it was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and it was intoxicating. he found it hard to keep his body and his hands off of her. feeding could be a sexual experience for most. the count was fond of making it so for his victims. it always made the blood taste sweeter. but in her case, her blood was an aphrosidiac. the count seemed to be as taken by it as she should be by him. she's a siren, luring him in. he could've easily drained her.

her luck was that he was old as time, and that had more self control. why kill her now, when he could keep her alive and feed on her for many, many delicious nights? her words of submission pleased him, but it was the way that she tugged on his neck that made him stop. he pulled free from her neck, blood dripping down his chin, as he glanced towards the intruder that had happened upon them.

his eyes were dark, the eyes of a beast. he growled, overcome by a territorial possessiveness he had seldom experienced. it was one of the ship hands. some poor sod. dracula snapped his neck before the man had the chance to part his lips and apologise for interrupting the intimate moment between the count and the lady. he separated his head from his body and tossed the remains on each side of the boat. the sound of it splashing on the water broke him out of his violent daze. he glanced at the droplets of blood on the ground. a quiet hum left him, as he turned back towards her. his cock was aching hard, hidden by his cloak. she was soaking wet, and still bleeding. calling to him with the scent of her blood and her siren song.

he licked his lips, the taste of her making him growl.

❝ come, my sweet pet. ❞ a hand beckoned her, and as soon as her dainty hand was atop his, he wrapped her in his cloak and his arms, holding the back of her neck firmly to make sure it didn't snap with the force of his speed. he was in her cabin the next moment, slamming her into the door. his hands made quick work of her undergarments, almost ripping the fabric of her dress as he hitches it up. he freed his cock, and by the time he had his mouth on her neck again, his cock was deep inside of her. with one quick, deep thrust, he was balls deep inside her tight, wet, delicious heat. fuck, it felt amazing. dracula moaned into her neck, licking the wound.

❝ sweet blood, and an even sweeter cunt... my, aren't you the most delicious thing i have ever encounrated... i shall make you mine. my bride, my pet... ❞ it was a vow, and a promise, as he thrust into her. deep, hard, making her body climb up against the wall as he let her pant against his bloodied lips, taking in her pleasure and his own. he had fed from her, and now he was using her body to sate his sexual needs. he wouldn't stop until she was dripping his seed.

#asteria philips ( thread ) #theirmadness

[siiinfully]

"I don't. I actually drink tea before bed," she said, gratefully accepting the cup. It wasn't like any of the blends she took, but she was willing to try anything at least once. "Is this your favorite? I take mine with a few drops of honey or milk."

“What’s that smell?”

@siiinfully

"Tea," Martin smiled, setting a blue china cup on the table. "I thought we would need it. I hope you like it." He sat down and smiled. "It soothes me, I hope you don't mind."

#cassie comer ( thread ) #thechaoticcform