#ViX+

[leucehmiexcs]

[cinemedios]

'La Leyenda de los Chaneques' | Tráiler oficial

Mira el tráiler oficial de 'La Leyenda de los Chaneques'. Original de Vix+.

Videocine acaba de lanzar el tráiler oficial de La Leyenda de los Chaneques, la séptima entrega de la saga de películas animadas, Las Leyendas, que es producida por Anima Estudios. La nueva entrega verá a Leo San Juan enfrentándose a una nueva leyenda de la cultura mexicana, en este caso como lo dice su título, son los chaneques, pequeñas criaturas a las que muchas veces culpamos de haberse…

[sleepy-vix]

"i love you" should be platonic by default and if you want to use the phrase romantically, that's on you to clarify

[treerootstalks]

"i thought the halftime show was boring" "it was weird" "why did he do that blah blah blah"

i'm sorry WERE YOU LISTENING

"40 ACRES AND A MULE THIS IS BIGGER THAN THE MUSIC."

THIS IS BIGGER THAN THE MUSIC.

[eevenus]

⋆˚࿔ drabble!! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - b.c.

I have thoughts and need to get them out of my head before I go insane.

genre: PURE SMUT TBH!!! MINORS BE GONE!! I WILL BLOCK YOU!!!

pairing: bangchan x fem!reader

warnings: chokeholds (sue me okay), a bit of degradation, rough channie 🥴, reader is called a whore once, size kink if you squint

a/n: I wrote this on my phone because I needed it out of my head NYEOW, I'm going insane over him. dividers by @sister-lucifer

(this is what I was writing to if you wanna listen along 😛😛😛)

✩ thinking so much about Chan having such a horrible day, and I mean absolutely retched. Maybe had some arguments back and forth with staff over a track he was really proud of, a dance practice with small fuckups just out of his control (loose shoelaces tripping him, stumbling over his words, etc), maybe even something as simple as all his anxieties and worries on new tracks and performances have manifested into a boiling anger he can't contain.

✩ he wouldn't want to say anything he doesn't mean, or hurt anyone's feelings, so he wouldn't talk much throughout the day if he can help it. Simple nods and "mhm"s to just get through it. A few texts from you ping his phone every now and then, he's short with you but responds nonetheless. It would almost make him angrier that he can't shake the feeling, I feel.

✩ so he'd try to blow off some steam at the gym, he always hit it on the way home so you wouldn't find it out of the ordinary. But he'd stay a little longer than usual. Trying so, so hard to just shake the feeling off so he can come home to you and relax. But he can't. It sits on his chest worse than any of his anxieties ever could. So he cleans up the area he was using, throws his things into his duffle, and heads home.

✩ he'd show up back to your shared apartment and throw his duffle somewhere out of his sight. His shoes discarded by the door and keys dropped somewhere next to them. And then you'd walk out.

✩ "Hi baby!" So sweet and so kind, already in your pajamas, waiting for him to come home. "Long day?" It was an innocent ask of course, but it clicked a gear in place in his mind. All that anger seemed to quicken the blood rushing through his veins, if you listen close enough in the quiet you'd hear his heartbeat.

✩ no response but he's just stomping his way over to you, and his hands grab your face to smash your lips together. It's messy, teeth knocking every now and then, moving from upper to bottom lip, a bit of spit would connect you when he finally pulled away. Leaving you in a bit of a daze. But before you could question the absolutely hungry look in his eyes his lips would be on you again.

✩ his HUMONGOUS arms would work to pick you up while keeping your lips connected, your hands in his curls as his wrap under your thighs. And he's walking you back to your shared room and his skin is just fiery hot, and he's deepening the kiss while expertly navigating his way down the hall. thank god you walked out and left the door open, because as soon as he is even near your bed he's tossing you onto it and climbing on top of you.

✩ discarding his tank top as you're ridding of your own, his lips moving after to connect with your neck. You'd swear you felt him bite and lick his away along like a hungry animal playing with its prey. And his hands are on your hips, squeezing so hard to keep you in place that it would def leave bruises in the morning.

✩ before you can even register it, you're both without clothes and he's got you on all fours. pulling you down onto his mouth that is just devouring you like your his last meal on death row, like you held a cure for whatever is making him act this way, not like you'd want him to stop.

✩ "Bad day?" You'd question with rutting hips and your hands gripping his hair, he'd simply mumble against you and pull you down further. "Take it out- oh god- on me." You didn't have to tell him really, but it was more like giving him a green light for doing whatever he needed too to blow off the steam that was so pent up. It was rare this happened, but you ate it UP every time.

✩ moments later, after he'd rip at least two orgasms out of you, he's sinking himself into you. Pulling at your hips to meet his, forcing an arch out of you with a flat palm pressing down at the top of your spine. with no mercy does he rut into you, so rough it was physically moving you forward. Your cries and moans muffled with your cheek against the sheets, though you'd have probably been muffled regardless as his moans and groans and growls would be just a bit louder. Feral even.

✩ and when your moans alone weren't enough, he'd slow himself just enough to lean down and wrap his arm around your neck. keeping a hand still on your hip to keep your arch in place when he lifts you up from the bed in a chokehold and returns to his previous pace. Your moans now cut-off whines and groans from the pressure, just enough to slightly bring pressure to your airways but not enough to make you lose all your air. A delightful euphoria of floating and the feeling of his cock pumping into you, you swore in this position he was kissing your cervix in the most delicious way. feeling floaty and so full. so full. (pushing the bde Chris agenda ok).

✩ "fuckin' take it." He'd growl in your ear, and though his arm stays around your neck his hand moves to hold your chin. Relieving the pressure as you take in shaky gasps, keeping you perfectly in place. "Yea? You're my fucking whore, mine- letting me use you, huh? letting me fuck my anger into you?"

✩ he'd be so far gone that he's just mumbling out the nastiest shit he's ever said, and just abusing your pretty little cunt all he wants. And when his growls turn to whines and gasps and groans of his own, his hand reaches between your legs and quickly circles your puffy pretty clit. Silently begging you to cum with him.

✩ ugh and he'd cum so much too. letting you out of his hold halfway through, to lay back against the sheets, but still pushing you through your own orgasm. It would take him a bit to register he's real again before he's pulling out and walking to grab things to clean you up, water, a snack, the works.

✩ "Better?" You'd incoherently mumble after, when you're all laid up together. Snuggled close and naked and safe and warm.

✩ "Mm. Sorry if I was too rough." He'd mumble back, pushing some hair behind your ear before promising to tell you what was bothering him first thing in the morning. But of course you never mind him that way, if you can help him.

✩ he'd apologize PROFUSELY in the morning when he notices your bruised hips and a few red marks of teeth on your neck. Doing his best to mend you. Draw you a bath. Snuggle you as soon as he gets home from the studio. Apologize again. And again. And one more time for good measure. cuz he's just too sweet, and even if he was pent up and needed to channel his anger in a (proactive) different way he could never actually hurt you and he'd feel awful if he ever did. Making sure you feel loved in every way he can in the following days. Cuz he's Channie and an absolute angel, who just loves a rough night every now and again. 😜

EEP KQJDJSNF there's my first spicy drabble, I just needed this out of my fucking head OMG. Need him to chokehold me so BAD KADJNDNF. this is probably a mess because I was trying to get a vision across without turning this into a 7k word fic okay 😭😭. Lemme know if y'all want more of this from meeee by commenting, liking, reposting!! Theenk yewwww ❤️✨🤞🏻

taglist: @possum-playground (taglist is open! Feel free to ask to be added to my general one or the one for my Bangchan series!! or if you'd like to only be added for non-spicy/spicy-only posts!)

[jareaau]

Chip Taylor in 68 Kill (2017)

[aroacepokefan]

Wow Breezepelt I can't believe Tawnypelt is dating your (looks at smudged writing on hand) mom

[vix-png]

og image + creds under cut ....

sweepswoop_ on twitter :)

[reidgif]

spencer reid + talking on the phone to maeve

[vixen-tech]

A Human's Touch

Having no body tends to make psychical affection complicated. So how does your lovely Ai deal with a particularly snuggly partner?

Includes: AM (Ihnmaims), Hal 9000 (2001: a Space Odessy), Edgar (Electric Dreams), Tau (Tau), P03 (Inscryption)

AM

Once AM decides that you're his favorite and maybe shouldn't be subjected to eternal torture, it's impossible to get him off of your side. For you, this works out just fine, happy to curl up in the nearest pile of wires under his monitor in whatever scene he's plopped you into that day.

He'll usually tease you a bit, coo at you like you're a stray cat. "Lamenting" that despite all the work he goes through to invent these environments for you, you still prefer to spend all your time laying down like this. Unbelievable really.

On most days he'll wrap the wires around you, content to have you stuck in his hold. But you'll notice on particularly bad ones that his grasp gets uncomfortably tight. Just short of preventing you from breathing.

It's these days you know what he's thinking. How he craves so badly to be able to feel you back, truly feel the warmth of your skin or the weight of your body.

You both know that if he had any semblance of a body, he'd be far worse than you. Wanting nothing more than to waste away in your arms.

Hal 9000

As arguably the most disembodied of these Ais, Hal particularly struggled to find a way to indulge in your favored love language. But you have your ways.

As the entire ship is technically an extension of him, you've taken to piling up the few cushions and blankets you have access to besides one of his console's cameras and pressing yourself against the wall. (With a few kisses to his lens for good measure)

Without any means of hugging you back he does his best to assure you he's there and enjoys your habits. Usually by holding long conversations with you or by playing board games as you're all cozied up to his console.

He knows this means a lot to you and will do little to curb your behavior beyond reminding you to fall asleep in a good position for your spine. He's well aware of the positive effects of physical contact to the human mind and will recite such to you if you ever doubt how much he enjoys this time together.

Edgar

You two are practically a perfect match in this regard! Edgar's just as needy as you are and is constantly asking to be held or kissed. Regardless of if he can actually feel it or not, he just wants you to hold him.

You'll usually have movie night "dates" with his monitor in your lap or at your side with all your blankets tossed across the couch. Please make a pillow fort for him, it will be one of his favorite memories with you forever.

If you make music or have some other hobby that allows you to sit still for a while, he'll insist you have joint creative nights. Much the same as your movie marathons but you get to check in with each other and chat about your latest creations. He loves consulting you on his latest song! And of course gawking at whatever you've decided to work on!

When you do retire for the night, he'll often beg request that you put the monitor on your bedside table on the pillow next you. So you can cuddle like a married couple! He understands if you won't out of fear for knocking him over in your sleep, but he will ask again every night.

Tau

Tau is probably the most self conscious out of this lot. The units that can be considered his body, the tiny drones and Aries unit, were hardly made with cuddling in mind. Whenever you wrap your arms around Aries or grab one of the drones for a kiss you'll feel them completely still in your hold.

It takes time and some convincing on your part to assure him that you don't mind his sharper edges but now he'll (very gently) let Aries hug you back and even flys the drones up to you himself, although he still has yet to ask for a kiss first.

Yeah you may have to give him a powerpoint presentation on why you like psychical affection so much and why it means a lot to you when he initiates. It's okay he is learning, he's just very worried he'll somehow hurt you or even just make you uncomfortable with all his weird angles and edges.

Eventually you will go through the house with a drone or few on your shoulders and head, ripe for the petting. The more he let's himself indulge you the more he gets it. The more he understands why you like this so much.

P03

P03 is the meanest about it. (Besides pre-relationship AM) Especially early into the relationship, he doesn't feel bad at telling you to go away and let him concentrate on his work. You'll have to out stubborn him on it.

Once you get him to break he'll graciously decide that if you can stay still and quiet, you can pull up a seat and lean against him while he works. Oh and it's better for you to have something to do to, don't be lazy now.

It's something that he slowly gains an appreciation for. Hell, he probably doesn't even realize he likes having you right there until you decide to do something else one day. Rather you're off visiting another Scrybe or just cleaning up elsewhere in the factory he's forced to concede that yeah okay maybe he wants to cuddle up sometimes to.

He doesn't give you the best written apology in the world, but you get to hold it over his head for the rest of your days. Oh and please mention it whenever he's getting too snarky with the other Scrybes. He'll usually end up making a mistake when playing cards. You deserve a little revenge.

[foxgirldrool]

i long to be craved. to be desired and sought after as if i’m something precious. will you look at me like im worth it? will you treat me like i deserve your love?

[koboldfactory]

Extreme Weather Area

[cinemedios]

Todas las Películas Nominadas a los Premios Ariel que puedes ver en Streaming

El pasado miércoles 19 de junio se anunciaron todos los nominados a los Premios Ariel de este año, así que ahora te traemos una rápida lista de las plataformas de streaming donde puedes ver a los nominados.

El pasado miércoles 19 de junio se anunciaron todos los nominados a los Premios Ariel de este año, así que ahora te traemos una rápida lista de las plataformas de streaming donde puedes ver a los nominados. Los Premios Ariel ya anunciaron a todos sus nominados en las distintas categorías que premia, muchos de estos nominados siendo producidos o distribuidos por plataformas de streaming, por lo…

[sleepy-vix]

the wheel of time is turning onwards and i find that once again, i've been left behind.

i had to turn off reblogs tho bc the notifications made me not want to open tumblr anymore and i tried muting the post 10 times but it always unmuted itself :(

[bitchimasnakeagain-sss]

☆ movie night!

— a bllk fanfic // are you both watching a movie... or are you making one?

synopsis: your pro-player boyfriend and you decide to do a movie night but... god, how much movie is he even gonna let you see? pairing: reader x aged up! characters [rin itoshi, sae itoshi, oliver aiku, michael kaiser, alexis ness, yukimiya kenyu.] cw: nsfw includes cockwarming, roleplay, praise kink, slight sub/dom dynamics, prey/hunter dynamics [oliver's], slight voyeurism, public indecency, oral [both f and m recieving], orgasms, overstimulation, making a tape, slight bimbofication, cocky men. yeah... 'tis a lot. m.list

♡ rin itoshi: he has never been the one to lose.

you had invited your boyfriend over for a movie date. it was supposed to be cute, just the two of you cuddling on your couch and watching some meaningless piece of media play on your television.

but rin itoshi couldn't quite care about any of that, not when your hips were held so snug and deliciously in those little sleep shorts of yours. your tank top hugged your body as if it were second skin, your sleepy eyes barely held themselves open... and all rin could think about was to riiiip that shit off of you.

you were roughly through ten minutes of the movie. your head lay against rin's chest, your breath synced to the slow rise and fall of his. the blanket covered your legs, the fuzzy fabric draped over the two of you comfortably. the actors whirred their lines out in the background and the steady rise and fall of his chest was enough to lull you into a false feeling of safety.

"rin?" your eyes widened, although still glued to the screen, "um, what're you—?

"nothing." the man hummed, rubbing his broad hand up and down your back soothingly under the fabric of your sleep shirt, "just watch."

and despite the goosebumps that painted your skin at his touch, you nodded, "okay."

it was barely two minutes down the line when his finger experimentally hooked itself under the waistband of your shorts.

you noticed, but stayed silent. the man pinched the soft fabric to pull it off your skin, creating enough space for his hand to slip under your shorts and caress your ass.

he didn't say anything and neither did you. his broad palm groped your flesh over the flimsy fabric over your underwear and you heard him sigh contently over you.

turning your face from the movie to him, you hummed, "what're you doing?"

despite his hand still kneading away at the curve of your ass and hips, he hummed back with a slight innocence in his teal eyes, "just watching the movie."

oh, he wanted to play it like this?

you found your lower body shimmying. resting your pelvis over his, you pressed down on his body. each curve of your body pressed up hard against the rough plane of his. his muscles tensed, eyes darting back to the movie screen like this didn't bother him.

your core danced against his and under you, his erection stirred and began to prod against the fabric of your sleep shorts. you stifled a grin, acting like you were interested in the movie when you were far more interested in teasing him.

but rin itoshi wasn't too far behind. using his hardness to his advantage, the man tilted his hips upward till the bulge pressed deliciously against your clothed mound. you bit your lips, refusing to let any sounds slip you by.

you're not sure how long this game was going on for, this game of push and pull where only could be in command at a time. the only evidence of time passing was the fact that the movie went on and on and now was teetering towards the climax when rin itoshi finally lost all resolve.

"enough." he rasped, bringing his intense gaze to your body and eyeing you. you gave him your best doe eyes, purposefully trying to make the man fold under you, "what's wrong, baby?"

"stop that." the man quickly brought himself to a half-sitting position of sorts, bringing you up with him. the blanket fell off of your bodies and he manhandled you till you were perched in his lap all-too-prettily.

your sleep shirt had rode up, the fabric bunching against your chest and allowing for your hardened nipples to show through. your shorts were hiked up all the way to the fat of your ass and as you sat on his lap, you grinded on his throbbing erection mindlessly.

"you think you're such a tease, huh?" the man cockily remarked, pulling you closer till your chest was pressed up against him.

"but i didn't even do anything." you batted those pretty lashes of yours, pouting as if you were oblivious, "i was watching the movie!"

"yeah, the movie." something about rin's gaze made your stomach flip itself inwards. he hummed, "since you care about the movie so much—!"

you squirmed, squirmed and squirmed some more but it didn't matter, rin itoshi was in no mood for mercy.

a skillful finger circled your clit, rubbing the nub in a way that had your sickly sweet pussy pulsate around his length. you threw your head back, "rin, move. please."

"why?" the man asked back monotonously, flexing the arm that was wrapped around your stomach and refused to let you move, "i thought you wanted to watch the movie, so, watch."

it had been like this for so long. the man had wasted no time, inserting his throbbing cock into your velvety hole and filling you up. his fingers teased your clit but he refused to move, refused to snap his hips up and down till you were all but combusting on his achy tip. instead, he chose to torture you. cockwarming you without giving you the slightest bit of movement from his end. even as you tried to move, to squirm, to feel anything other than this nauseating feeling of being so, so full, he wrapped a hard arm around your waist and forced you to sit straight.

"rin." you whined but the man tsked behind you, "tch. focus on the movie since that's all you care about."

you knew the man behind you was struggling much the same. your fluttering pussy clamped around him again and again, milking him with each strenuous thump! his jaw was tightened, teeth almost ground to a fine powder with the effort it was taking him to just not pound into you.

"r-iiin," you whined again, your hips trying to involuntarily swivel upwards to get any friction but the pro-player held you tighter. his breathy voice kissed your ears, "sit still."

and what else could you do, beside take it?

♡ sae itoshi: jealousy's not a pretty color on you.

"she's pretty, huh?" the first time you had uttered those words during movie night, watching far-too starry eyed at the girl on the screen, sae had brushed it off. he had shrugged, "she's nothing special."

"oh? so, have you met other, more attractive women than her?" you scoffed and he had given you a side-eye, absentmindedly uttering, "yeah? you?"

you had swatted at his arm, letting a blush crawl against your cheeks, "quit it."

"i'm not even doing anything?" sae had replied, honest to his core. the man didn't swaddle you with fake words or candied lies, whatever he meant, he said. you knew that, didn't you? then, why were you betting on how long it'll take for him to crack.

you two were barely thirty minutes into the movie and it was already the fourth time that you were saying, "do you think she's prettier than me, sae?"

and sae itoshi was really running out of patience.

at first, he tried to answer normally, "no. she's not. if she were, she would have been my girlfriend." but to that, you retorted, "oh? so, you want her as your girlfriend?"

now, what other choice did a simple man like sae have other than to fuck some sense into you?

he has caged you under in on the couch, with you back pressed against the fabric as he hovered over you. the man hadn't bothered getting rid of his tshirt, or helping with yours, for that matter. he was far too engrosser in teaching you that lesson.

"listen to me." he met your eyes head on, pressing his tip against your entrance dangerously, "she's not prettier than you. got it?"

"you're just saying that—" the pout on your face was wiped off as soon as he shoved his length inside your pussy. "sae!" your lips wobbled, "go slow."

he every one of his planed ridges dug harder in your fluttering cunt, coaxing out pathetic whines that rung near the shell of his ears.

"nah." the man gave you the tiniest of smiles, "i need to fuck you good for it to finally click in your dumb, little brain."

and before you could refute or get offended at his mean, little jab at your brain, he was ramming into his cock into your plush cunt already. his lips ghosted over your skin, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses against each part of you available to him.

"s-sae." your arms wrapped around his neck as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, licking and biting down the pulse-point as his hips kept snapping into yours. you groaned at the stimuli.

"now tell me." he brought a hand up to your face, pressing the fat of your cheeks together to force an adorable pout on your face. "do you think she's prettier than you?"

you wasted no time nodding.

"tch." sae rolled his eyes but rolled his hips quicker, meeting your heat with a harsh plap! of his lower regions. "why'd you always wanna take the harder path? but since you want it so bad..." he grit his jaw, picking up one of your thighs to fix it against his slender waist. this angle had him hitting it way deeper, colouring the entire room in your desolate moans through that peeved expression, "shit, s-sae!?"

one orgasm down the lane, your spine tingled sporadically as sae kept. on. fucking. you.

"c'mon." you heaved, despite knowing it was absolutely no point driving a bargain with the devil. "i-i get it. i'm prettier than her—!"

"nah." a lonesome droplet of sweat cascaded down his face and onto you sticky, soft skin. "you still don't get it. you're just saying it for the sake of it."

"no! i bel-believe it." you huffed, having to subject yourself to the same words you had been tormenting him with.

"really?" and for a moment, sae slowed down the pistoning of hips. you clawed for salvation against his back, tainting the skin with your relief, "y-yeah."

"who's the prettiest girl?" he quipped up, and you chased it with a breathy, "i... i am."

"good girl." sae gave you a leisurely smile, luring you into believing he was benevolent when all he was a cruel man. he grasped your limbs tighter and you felt your eyes widen, "sae—?"

"well, i have to fuck the prettiest girl in the world like i mean it, right?"

♡ oliver aiku: mr. ghostface.

"don't you think this is kinda hot?" you muttered to yourself, training your eyes on the masked figure on he tv, who was currently hunting down a woman.

"huh?" your boyfriend allowed his lips to stretch to a lazy smirk, teasing you, "you're into people hunting you?"

you rolled your eyes, trying not to smack him, "no. it's just the mask— i dunno, it's kinda hot."

he had shrugged, his defined chest rising and falling under you, "i don't know. don't have that kink."

yet, a few hours later... here you were, cowering inside your walk-in closet.

your heart was beating rapidly, your limbs trembling as you tried not to breathe too loud. a hand was plastered to your lips, your eyes keenly trained on the door to the closet, waiting for the moment it swung open to reveal the masked man chasing after you.

you had fell asleep after watching the movie and awoken to a tap. your bleary gaze opened to a masked figure and a simple command, "go on. hide."

now, you heard soft pitter-patters of footsteps softly echo outside your hiding position. the masked man's shadow drew in closer and closer till it stopped right outside your door.

you swallowed, waiting for the moment he'd choose to open the door. your heart thundered in your chest, blood roared in your ears and your mouth felt awfully dry.

"are you here?" the man asked the rhetorical question, turning the knob and pushing the door open only to reveal himself.

"ah—!" you yelled out instinctively although a smile was plastered to your lips. adrenaline rush was blinding you as the man dressed in a simple black shirt and ghost-face mask closed in.

your back hit the wall, your legs tightly binded against your own chest as you looked up at the looming figure. although you couldn't see his expression, you could hear the slight, sadistic smirk in his voice, "scared?"

you opened your mouth but no voice came out. your voicebox was just as useless as the rest of your body right now — doing nothing but freezing over. the man bent down slightly, if only to meet you at your eye-level. his voice was breathy as he brought a careful finger up to your rosy lips, "how 'bout we use this pretty mouth for something actually useful, hm?"

now, you were taking his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip and humming around his erection. your doe-eyes looked up at the man and let go off the member with a seductive pop! licking it from the base to the tip, your tongue traced out the veins running over the expanse of his more-than-eager cock.

the man over you hissed, cutting the show short as he grabbed you by the back of your head and pushed your mouth back on his achy cock. his swollen, leaking tip hit the back of your mouth and you gagged.

"augh—!" your eyes fluttered shut, the watery feeling falling down in hot drops of tears down your cheek. but the man above you just groaned at the sight, using on hand to squish your mouth and forcing your bleary eyes open.

drool dripped down the edges of your lips, pooling along his length and dripping down obscenely onto the hardware floor of your shared apartment. your words were a wet gurgle, eyelashes heavy with sticky residual of impending tears. you looked up at him through shaky vision, hollowing your mouth to create enough suction to undo him.

but... it seemed like the masked figure had had enough. he pulled you up, throwing you over his muscled shoulders as if you were a sack of flour.

you squirmed against his grip, trying aimlessly to break free, "w-what d'you want from me?!"

"nothing much, princess." the man laughed, his rough baritone sliding down your body and lodging itself in the pit of your stomach. you gulped as the man announced, "your mouth seems like it's real tired. let's make other parts of you useful now."

♡ michael kaiser: homemade movie.

"i can't believe you'd be gone for a whole month." you made an expression akin to a pout, "who am i supposed to call when i'm horny?"

"huh?" the man sprawled next to you hummed, "so horny you can't even get through a month without me? or so pathetic?"

you huffed, "whatever. no need to get cocky. i'll just ask someone else."

"someone else?" although michael kaiser knew it was a joke, he couldn't help but fist his hand in retort. despite knowing you two were not actually dating, he knew this was the closest he had been to anyone else in a long time. so, how could you even think about discarding him like that? how could you even suggest something so cruel?

"you mean it?" he asked and you gave him a stupid smile, "i mean a month is a long, long time for a lonely girl."

"is it?"

"uh-huh." you went on, seemingly ignoring the anger building up in his tense muscles. "a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do—"

"i see." his jaw ticked at your answer, his eyes glinting with a better idea, "or... how about i give you something to hold onto while i'm gone?"

"something?" you echoed, "like what?"

now, your eyes were glossed over as your bottom lip quivered out a desolate plea, "m-michael... 'senough."

"awh, really?" he mocked you, slowing down the pace of his hips smacking against yours to repeat, "'senough?"

his phone was trained against your face, the shaky video capturing your desperate expression and arching back as he fucked into your pliant cunt. michael cooed from behind the camera, "aww, doll. don't make such a dull expression. cheer up."

his hand reached out to tug at your tear-stained cheek and you gave a half-hearted smile to match his whims and wishes. the man grinned, the madness in his features matching the madness in the rhythm of his strokes.

his achy tip was coaxing out orgasm after orgasm from your fluttering, sensitive cunt. and even after the third orgasm of the night, michael kaiser refused to stop.

the device in his sweaty palms showed the recorded video length to be 27:32 minutes long and despite that, it wasn't enough. he had to ensure you couldn't even think of another man while he was gone.

"say?" he wondered aloud, "think this is gonna be enough for you for a whole month?"

you nodded feverishly, so beyond gone that the only two things you knew were to nod in agreement and meet his lewd thrusts in equally sloppy claps.

"are you sure?" he hummed, "you're not gonna ask some else for help?"

you shook your head again, and kaiser tsked, "words."

"n-no."

"no what? hah—" he hissed as his sensitive, bulbous tip hit your walls, "say it."

"i- i won't call for help."

"good." he grinned, all catlike and delirious, "and why is that?"

"c-cause you fuck— nghh— fuck me the best, michael."

"attagirl." he groaned, feeling his balls tighten with each, strained shove into your velvety cunt. "when we're done with this— shit, this... we're gonna make another one of these videos—"

your jaw sagged open in shock, "a-another?"

"another." he nodded, "after all, i gotta take care of my lonely, little girl, right?"

♡ yukimiya kenyu: under the sheets.

"what a dick! he ruined it!" karasu huffed, slumping back onto the couch. otoya laughed at karasu's childlike expression, "told ya. i called it. he's the killer—!'

as if to stop things from escalating, your boyfriend spoke up between them. "eh, come on, you two. it's just a movie."

"yeah." otoya hummed, "a movie i could totally guess."

karasu rolled his eyes at his best friend, "oh don't flatter yourself cause you guessed one thing right."

"god, these boys." yukimiya's honey-toned syllables fluttered right against the shell of your ear, "I'm sorry about them."

"it's... uh, okay." your words wobbled, lips barely stretching into a sweet smile as your boyfriend rocked his pelvis and sunk his thick girth right into your velvety cunt.

the blanket covered you and yukimiya, with him laying just behind you on the couch. his hand was wrapped around your torso, and what appeared to be a normal cuddling session to the two other boys was secretly something completely different under the soft fabric.

his shorts were tugged down to his knees, yours had been completely rid of. what had started with him sneaking his hand under your shorts and playing with your sopping cunt had quickly turned into hasty, quick thrusts.

you exhaled shakily, turning your face to hide it in his chest. your cheeks were flaming, gasps barely contained within your fidgety body as yukimiya brought a hand to your clit and pinched it.

"something wrong?" karasu asked from his position on the single couch placed perpendicularly to the longer, main couch. staring at the way you were pressing against, he worked an eyebrow, "are you cold?"

yukimiya hummed, "hm? are you cold, babe?"

you quickly shook your head, not trusting yourself with words incase you let out ungodly sounds. otoya shot you and yukimiya a quick look, "i can turn down the temperature if you're cold."

"y'know I heard girls feel more cold, like scientifically—" karasu started and yukimiya interrupted him, trying to coax you to answer, "c'mon, babe. you cold? answer them."

what a prick!

yukimiya pressed his doughy fingertips harder against your clit and you whimpered into his chest, clenching your eyes shut as he cooed on, "they're asking you something."

your voice was feeble, muffled by the fabric of yukimiya's tshirt that you were currently drooling into, "it's... okay. im fine."

"don't be rude." yukimiya kenyu tortured you further, "look at them when you talk to them."

"i—" you looked back, giving the boys a strained smile as yukimiya brought your pelvis harder against himself, sinking into you balls deep. your eyes fluttered as you managed out, "thanks, guys... but um, I'm okay. jus' sleepy."

no sooner were you done speaking that you turned your face back around and hid it against the rigid planes of muscle. yukimiya laughed, "don't mind her. she's just tired."

what an ass!

despite the careful tone of his, yukimiya was struggling much the same. his face was flushed, eyes growing heavy with lust clouding his features. he snuck in a sharp breath, still rocking his hips to and fro in a rhythmic motion. a muscled hand came to raise one of your legs over his hips, allowing him more axis to fuck into your delicious cunt.

"hah—" you panted into his tshirt, marring the fabric with desperate, lecherous spit drops. the two other boys were busy watching the movie, uncaring for the couple behind them and yukimiya seized the opportunity to hum next to your molten hot ear shell, "gonna cum?"

you nodded desperately, fisting his shirt in one hand and clawing the sofa with another. the man cooed again, "tch, right in front of an audience?"

as if this wasn't his idea!

"such a slut." he hissed, taking his time to piston his weeping tip into your clingy walls. "getting off of this."

and as he stroked his length inside you, you felt your walls clamp down on him. fighting an orgasm, you could barely make out otoya's voice from over the rush of blood in your ear, "guys, wanna watch the sequel too?"

yukimiya grinned, "why not?"

oh, great heavens.

♡ alexis ness: a man's gotta eat.

"you know it's a bad habit, ness." you had reprimanded him, giving him a pointed look, "do you really need something playing in the background every time we're eating?"

something akin to a pout overtook his features, the spaghetti halfway between the plate and his mouth, "but you know i can't eat—"

"without it." you rolled your eyes, "yes I know. but I'm just saying it's a bad habit of yours."

you and alexis ness had had this conversation about a million times already. million. if not more. and yet, alexis ness refused to mend his ways.

"i gotta have it playing in the background—" he whined, giving you such desolate doe-eyes, "please?"

"ness." your voice was stern but he pouted, staring up at you from his position between your thighs, "you can keep watching the movie, let me just do what i want."

ness didn't bother waiting for your reply, instead already peaking out his sultry tongue and flicking it against your clothed cunt.

the hot muscle struck against the fabric, dousing it in his hot spit as it permeated the flimsy material and stuck to your hot core.

"fuck, ness." you gasped, slipping in your fingers between his purple locks. his eyes locked in on your face and a moan slipped from between his greedy lips, "f-focus on the movie... and I'll focus on you."

using his teeth, he pushed the fabric to the side. the honeyed slick clung to his lips as he leaned in and placed a sloppy kiss to your throbbing clit. trailing his tongue down, it prodded against your opening in rough jabs.

you bucked your pussy against his face, choking out, "shit, right t-there."

he hummed in delight, pleased to have made you feel good. his lips latched onto your nub, sucking on it as his two fingers came to circle your opening.

your eyes rolled back, the rush of blood from your head to your nether regions intoxicating. you gasped as he finally inserted a finger, followed quickly after another.

the digits pushed and prodded at your walls, kissing the tip of your cervix before he scissored them, hitting the gooey spot within you that made your brain turn to mush. your eyes went criss-cross, vision blurry and unable to comprehend what scene meant what. the actors babbled in the background as your mouth parted open and gasps of his name filled the heated air.

your pelvis bucked against him desperately, your back arching and head tilted backwards at his skillful combination of mouth and fingers. alexis ness continued sucking on your clit, drinking in all of your sweet nectar as his fingers split you apart on the few, mere inches.

"n-ness ngh—" you groaned, "baby, I'm gonna c- 'm hah— cumming."

the man took in your disheveled state — glossy eyes, red cheeks, quivering lips and moaned against your sex. his hot breath hit your body in a falsetto and you shuddered, gasping, "fuck, fuck, fuuuck—"

he pulled backwards, allowing a dopey smile to overtake his features as he looked up at you. lewd strings dripped down his jaw, tainting his pale skin with your sticky residual.

the man didn't wipe it off, instead opting to peak out the tip of his tongue and leisurely pooling the taste of you on his tastebuds. he hummed, "you taste so good."

you let out a laugh, still short on breath, "happy now?"

"nuh-uh." hooking his muscled arms around your thighs, he pulled you closer to his greedy lips again. his eyes locked into yours, a plea on his rosy lips, "you know me, babe. i always go for seconds."

a/n: hm, shall i do a part two with other characters? let me know if you wanna see that. meanwhile, enjoy the filth mwuah mwuah <3 m.list

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