closer !

            though a pit had begun to form in the base of eve’s stomach, she squeezed her uncle’s hand in her own and leaned over, dropping her head onto thomas’ shoulders, attempting to abate her fear with affection that she was used to between the two of them. “i am thankful that i have always had you in my life. no one else seems to want to have any sort of fun, always so absorbed in politics or those feasts or balls. you’ve made certain that i had a fulfilling life, and i am grateful.” 

                 pietro hoped that every member of the crew was jealous or aroused watching him fuck his beloved sister because it was something that only he was allowed to do. sure, they were absolutely breaking the rules (and laws, imo) right now, having sex in front of everyone, but pietro saw the way that people looked at wanda, had seen her skimpy costumes, and he wanted to make it plain and obvious that she was his. this was pietro’s mode of claiming his sister in front of everyone. pietro began to fuck wanda even harder, setting a punishing pace as his hips slammed against hers, bruising her further. “קום צו מיר, קליין שוועסטער, און איך וועל קומען מיט דיר. איר ווילט, אַז איך זאָל דיך אָנפילן מיט מיין זוימען, יאָ? אפשר וועל איך דיך אפילו שוואנגערן. וואָלט איר ווי אַז, וואַנדאַ? וואָלט איר ווי אַלעמען צו זען דיין גרויס ברודער מאַכן איר שוואַנגער?” 

                an entirely uncharacteristic bubbly laugh left jackie, which shocked her, though she found that she could not fully control her actions. her heat was taking over her biology, and it would not allow her to leave without being filled with a wonderfully satisfying alpha cock. “i can say with certainty that i’ve heard worse reasons for people picking me. i’ve been told that i look like someone’s mother, their sister, their daughter. i’ve been told i look like i can’t put up a fight. trust me, your reasoning is not the least bit worrying--and it’s very sweet. in fact, i find it rather endearing.” jaqueline lifted a hand to push her hair behind her ear, exposing the bare skin of her neck (where a mating mark might be) and spilling her hormones through the air. subconsciously, jackie’s body was fighting hard to be fucked full. 

                 henry could feel wanda’s eyes on him, and it drew a healthy blush to his cheeks. the gaze of a beautiful woman was almost too much to bear. “thank you, missus maximoff, you are far too kind.” he frequented the pub enough to be well know by those about town, but never had a marriage offer been passed off to him. now, really, he would hardly be considered with his age. perhaps he would be a permanent bachelor, eventually falling in status to a starving artist as he became too old to work for those who payed him now. “are you alright? if you do not mind me asking, ma’am.” henry paused in his painting, fingers clutching brush and poised above the wall. 

               “good, you musn’t ever leave my side. i went fourty years without you, i fear that i could not survive any longer.” which was certainly true, given the way that elves faded away to nothingness when faced with heartache and loss. though dae was quite aware that lomion had gone through centuries upon centuries alone, waiting, it seemed, for them. “i do not fear a world where you are beside me. it is the only time i feel safe,” daeron admitted, leaning on one elbow to hover above mio, pressing a warm, desperately loving kiss against her lips. 

               that was something that tauriel often admired about her wife: her optimism. even when tauriel was lost in the darkest depths of sorrow and fear, nimrodel’s shining light lead her through the shadows and into the sun. she honestly didn’t know how ro managed it, especially after being on this earth for so long, older than any elf that she’d ever met. “i beleive we have a little time to relax now, you and i.” tauriel teased, sliding into nimrodel’s lap, arms wrapping around her shoulders. 

              “i-i’m sorry, miss, it is just my first time taking part in such...proclivities.” which for all intents and purposes, was true. clary had never sought out the touch of a prostitute, even if in this case she was attempting to catch them red handed in a illegal act. morally she felt filthy, not only for the trickery, but because she was slowly realizing that she found this prostitute attractive. swiftly, clary followed on the heels of her guide, doing everything in her power not to oogling the woman’s revealed skin. 

             “in this instance, i do,” steve turned on his heels, approaching bucky with the swiftness and elegance only elves bore. “because, master barnes, not all good days go seen by the lord of these halls. even though i am not the ruler of mirkwood, i still see the effort you have exuded and feel as though you deserve praise.” elves were not keen on physical touch, least of all when engaging in it with those one did not intend to marry, but steve could not help but drop a palm to bucky’s cheek, thumb brushing along the curve of his cheekbone. perhaps it was quite obvious, then, as his brother by relationship claimed with ire, his feelings for this mirkwood guard. “thank you, for the great deed you have serviced our people. the green wood would be far less safe in hands aside from your very capable own.” 

              “i like to think that the inherent nature of free people is one of kindness and compassion, but it is hard to maintain such a belief when i have seen such evils with my own eyes,” peter’s parents had been slaughtered by a pack of orcs after being forced to entertain the party, sold to them by Men desperate for bread. “that is why i attempt to make everyone’s day brighter, so that the positive energy continues past me.” it was harder some days then others. peter sighed as he wiped at the bar top, then leaned onto it with both hands pressed into the dirty cloth. “so, would you like another round, good sir? we’re closing up shop soon, but i think i can get away we being open a little later for a paying customer.” 

          “it’s not me that you should be ‘fraid of, love,” pietro replied, though it was clear that he was not getting through this woman’s stubbornness anytime soon. and really, it was more dangerous with her drawing attention to him, standing  in front of his door and talking about safety than it was with her inside his hotel room, at least for him. “alright, fine. come in, but don’t be gettin’ any funny ideas now.” pietro ushered wanda inside the door, casting a wary, cautious glance around the hallway before firmly shutting the door behind them. 

            “and we must’ve fret so much as all other races in middle earth. so far, the scourge of sauron’s evil has not so much as passed into the borders of the shire. the guard has protected us thus far, have they not? cousin oren even insisted that we were well fortified before they left for ithilien. we musn’t tarry about what we cannot fix. war is no place for hobbits, alejo, and the great battles for middle earth will happen far beyond the reaches of our shore.” isabelle was attempting to be positive for the both of them. certainly, historically, the shire was left alone in times of war, but if the fight of middle earth would be determined by such a war, would they still survive the fallout? “come. i was promised affection after an exhausting shift running your bar, not the looming threat of existential concern over our heads.” 

                 “it takes quite a strong constitution to face down legions upon legions of orcs every day at the foot of modor’s doorstep. the people of gondor often herald me as a hero, you know,” clint teased right back, a mischievous grin spreading across his features far too rapidly. it was something that clued any and all into the fact that the man was up to no good.  “oh, and what might the dwarven princess suggest?” 

           valentine did not want to frighten lux, but he could no longer avoid these fell and foul feelings. she was a mirror image of her mother, someone that he missed so tenderly he could hardly keep himself from shattering altogether. and what good was a king if he was broken in the mind and the spirit? this was the only solution; valentine could only hope that, eventually, lux would come around to the idea. “is it not an old adage that children often seek partners who resemble their parents, even subconsciously?” 

              henry had never wanted anyone else. as long as he could remember, he desired alexis; he blossoming bosom, her enchanting behind, her pulsing, soaked cunt that begged to be filled with his tongue, fingers or cock. she was designed by god for him as he was for her, and he cared little for the fact that he had to kill their mother in order to have her. she never approved of them, and he did not want his beloved to starve to death. which is why he volunteered to take a wife all of these times, to lead her on, steal her money, and slaughter his sister could continue to live the life that she deserved. henry’s grips tightened on alexis’ thighs, encouraging her to beg for him without words as his tongue explored her core, warm and delicious arousal on his tongue. 

               jack had never claimed to be a patient man, and he was even less patient in regards to sex. the man had a practically legendary libido, and all he wanted right now was to be so deep inside aislinn that he couldn’t think of anything else. “y’always make me so hard,” jack admitted, rather dumbly, if you ask his narrator. probably the least sexy sentence to grace this keyboard, but it was the truth at least, and in his defense, all the blood had flowed straight to his cock at that point. “c’mon, baby, i wanna feel ya,” jack wasn’t above begging, especially when she was so tantalizing. 

              after so long apart, pietro could not get enough of wanda. months of chase touch, of pretending that they did not long for intimacy just to appear normal. as though they didn’t long for the feeling of their bodies interwoven like this, as though he didn’t miss being buried inside of his other half. “ווייַטער מאָל ווען איר אָנרירן זיך בשעת איר טראַכטן פון מיר, איך ווילן איר צו פילם עס און שיקן עס צו מיר.” pietro demanded, nails digging into the flesh of wanda’s hips. “דו ביסט מייַן און איך בין דייַן אויף אייביק.” he shifted on his knees, taking wanda with him, still sheathed inside of her as he moved. from this angle, pietro could jackhammer into his little sister, arching up to connect their lips. “וועסטו קומען צו מיר, קליינע שוועסטער?”