#c: nox

[nextlevelhqs]

[ 18+ / SUICÍDIO POR INALAÇÃO DE GÁS / AMBOS. ]

NOME LEGAL: Oh Jeongil.

STAGE NAME: Nox.

PRONOMES: Ele/dele.

NASCIMENTO: 26/01/1998.

CIDADE NATAL: Cheongju, Coreia do Sul.

POSIÇÃO: Vocalista principal do LOOPiNG.

DEBUT: 25 de março de 2018.

CONTA: nl_nox

FACECLAIM: Moonbin (ASTRO), idol.

TOKENS DE CARREIRA PRÉVIA

MC por 6 meses em music show (Show Champion; Junho - Presente)

Momento viral (cover de Tiger Inside, tanto pela performance em geral quanto por fazê-la mesmo com dores): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-fl16bjehc

Escrita parcial de letras em um B-SIDE DO GRUPO

Coadjuvante no drama/show televisivo At Eighteen, em 2019, no papel de Jung Ohje

Papel principal no webdrama "Mermaid Prince", em 2020, no papel de Choi Woohyuk

Papel principal no webdrama "The Mermaid Prince: The Beginning", em 2020, no papel de Choi Woohyuk

Competidor em show por curto período de tempo (KOMS em 2021 - chegou até a 2ª fase)

BIOGRAFIA

TW: abandono parental.

Oh Jeongil, filho de uma ex-cantora que foi obrigada a abandonar a carreira em virtude da gravidez indesejada e de um produtor que era pelo menos dez anos mais velho do que a genitora, não era exatamente uma criança fácil de se lidar. Quer dizer, pelo menos foi isso que o garoto ouviu de sua mãe desde muito cedo, o que não lhe agradava nem um pouco. 

A família Oh estava longe de ser uma daquelas de comercial de margarina, a matriarca mal sabia como lidar com o filho, afinal, ser mãe tão cedo não estava em seus planos. A personalidade forte do garoto só se intensificou conforme foi envelhecendo, só piorando quando seu pai resolveu abandonar a família, deixando para trás o garoto com a mãe e irmã mais nova.

Parecia que a única coisa capaz de canalizar um pouco o excesso de energia do garoto era a arte, mas, ao invés de ser uma solução, isso se tornou um problema. Sua mãe era completamente contra a ideia de Jeongil se voltar para qualquer forma de expressão artística, afinal, ela sabia muito bem como a indústria podia ser cruel. Porém, seu filho não parecia lhe dar ouvidos.

Ele apenas conseguiu entrar em aulas de dança com o apoio de um de seus professores do ensino fundamental, a qual lhe deu todo o apoio necessário. Ele foi não apenas a sua inspiração e porto seguro, mas também a figura paterna que tanto lhe fazia falta.

Conforme o tempo se passava, mais o talento do garoto se mostrava excepcional. Ele possuía uma facilidade imensa em aprender coreografias, e constantemente era elogiado como sendo o melhor dançarino de sua classe, o que enchia a si próprio de orgulho (além de alimentar um pouco o seu ego).

Foi por sugestão de seu professor que o rapaz se arriscou como nunca antes, participando de audições em empresas de entretenimento em busca de um sonho maior, decidido a se tornar um artista de sucesso e provar para a sua mãe que a sua história não seria uma cópia em carbono da dela.

E não foi apenas ele que se arriscou: o seu professor, aquele que tanto o incentivou, foi quem se passou por seu responsável para permitir que o menor de idade participasse das audições. Quando a trama foi descoberta, o homem acabou perdendo seu emprego em virtude da atitude irresponsável, e por muito tempo a vida de Jeongil se tornou um inferno. Sua mãe deixou bem claro que o tiraria daquela empresa, seus dias estavam contados... A saída era óbvia.

Jeongil fugiu de casa na mesma madrugada, deixando tudo para trás e se agarrando em um grande "talvez", só sendo capaz de seguir treinando pois, depois de muito custo, conseguiu se emancipar e tornar-se independente.

Conforme as semanas se transformavam em meses e os meses em anos, a angústia no peito do rapaz só aumentava. Será que sua mãe estava certa? Ele realmente fracassaria, assim como ela fracassou?

Não. Não seria o caso, afinal, diferente de sua mãe, ele estava completamente sozinho. Não havia ninguém para atrapalhar a sua jornada.

Finalmente, quando estava prestes a perder todas as esperanças, veio a notícia tão almejada: Jeongil finalmente iria debutar, adotando o nome de palco "Nox". Poderia mostrar todo o seu talento como... Vocalista principal? Não, esse certamente não era o seu ponto forte, por que o colocaram nessa posição?!

Bem, era pegar ou largar. E Jeongil — Nox — nunca teve tanta certeza em sua vida de que deveria se agarrar a uma oportunidade. Mas agora, depois de anos de carreira, talvez alguns fantasmas do passado voltassem para lhe assombrar...

[prynacle]

Meanwhile, Opera Omnia is out there making broken dreams come true at last 🥹✨

Dissidia Final Fantasy Opera Omnia Act 4, Chapter 1 Part 1 - Blooming Thoughts

[thetravelingymleader]

ATTENTION EVERYONE:

LITTLE MAN GOT.

[reporternox]

Happy pride month yall

[luxintrus]

I don't mention this often enough but genuinely, seeing fanart makes my fuckin day, yall are such great artists <3

[ludobxmxn]

where: boys lavatory outside the yule ball

who: alex diggory @alexdiggory

"what do you think?" the hufflpuff asks as he looks himself over in the mirror above the sink, smoothing his hair to one side with his wand - when it came to his hair, he often had no trouble performing simple charms. "right, or left?" he asks, glancing over at alex momentarily. "nancy usually likes it on the right," he suggests, before furrowing his brows, "or...my left. right? mine or hers..." he mutters to himself, too focused on his hair to really care. "how's it going, then? selma's looking quite nice tonight. i reckon she did that for you." he snickers, finally deciding on the right side and standing up straight to wash his hands. "that ilvermorny girl," ludo adds, wringing his hands dry, "says we talk funny. we talk funny," he laughs with a shake of his head. "she dances alright. light on her feet. you think nancy noticed me?" he concludes, obviously having one thing on his mind.

[yourlocal-lichen]

Writing about the friendships in WIP: Bard and Crew unprompted because I feel like it and also because I can’t think of a compelling way to introduce y’all to my characters because writing things is Hard

yeah okay this is probably going to be long idk how long tho

also I’m not covering all of them (bc that’d be 20 relationships between 5 characters and it’s bedtime), just the notable ones

Nox/Silvia

Nox and Silvia aren’t your typical pair of friends. They don’t go out and Do Things or even talk that much in depth about things like emotional support or anything, they just hang out. They have a shared space in the form of Silvia’s greenhouse and their dynamic mostly exists in a state of being alone together. Some of their interests align, so they hang out. They’ll talk about their interests and how they interact (Silvia likes plants and Nox likes bugs, so ecology comes up often), and they know a lot about each other, but they don’t really seem like friends when they’re in a larger group. Their friendship comes from a shared appreciation for silence (and music)

Bard/Tulle

The loud/excited duo. Even though Tulle by definition isn’t loud (she’s nonverbal), they’d be the disruptive kids in a middle school class. They’re both chaotic and spontaneous, but also can be calm. Unlike Nox and Silvia, they go out and Do Things, be it going to a movie or thrifting or whatever. Bard once totally got Tulle to try and learn to play the drums (Bard plays guitar and drums, among others. He was also one of Those sax players in band), but Tulle probably lost interest after a little while. Tulle is also one of the only people who can put up with Bard for long amounts of time in group settings, because he gets really loud and excited with lots of people. They tell each other things, but also not really because Bard is always fine he’s fine really it’s great (he’s not fine). But Tulle confides in Bard at the very least.

Bard/Nox

These two have known each other the longest. Nox is one of the only people that Bard confides in, though it’s typically rare and very dramatic. Bard gets confided in by everyone though because he’s just like that. He’s fine (he’s not fine). Bard seems like an open book with his heart out on his sleeve, and he is a bit, but not with everything. Nox and Bard are better duo in private and Nox sometimes gets annoyed by Extrovert Bard, but yeah. They’ve been through a lot together and know a lot about each other.

Ambrose/Silvia

The brainiacs in two very different ways. Ambrose is really the only one in the group who has enough understanding of biology to be able to have an in-depth discussion about plants with Silvia. He has a pretty okay understanding of a lot of things, as is his purview. STEM isn’t his strong suit, but he wants to connect with Silvia so he makes an effort to understand. Silvia’s happy to have someone to talk to about plants and fungi, but she doesn’t really understand Ambrose’s love for literature. They both like classical music, though, and share pieces that they like often.

Ambrose/Tulle

These two have a few overlapping interests (both love literature and engineering) and have different but complementary styles of learning. Tulle likes taking things apart to see how they work, and Ambrose likes reading about them. If there’s something Ambrose doesn’t understand because books and diagrams sometimes just don’t cut it, Tulle can explain it. And if Tulle finds a piece of something but doesn’t understand its function, Ambrose will probably know it. Also Ambrose’s love for new novels complements Tulle’s interest in the classics, and they sometimes converse about the interaction between those two styles of writing. Though Tulle sometimes gets frustrated that they can’t communicate as fast as she can think.

[gnzma]

she’s too busy thinking about this small pink fucking bug to think about today’s discourse

[cxnvicts]

when will a nox hold my hand 😔😔😔

[corruptedarkness]

Starter for @forgettingmenot​

Rose/Naomi "Nox" Lopez

Rose was lost in her book when she heard someone come into the room, it sounded as though they were in quite the mood and looking for a place to let off steam. She knew it would be best to alert them to her presence immediately less they started having a moment that really should’ve been saved for some alone time. “Um Hello is someone here?” She questioned looking up from her book.

[soulcluster-moved]

@svnsworn / luna ❝ when your eyes are on me, i feel like something worth seeing. ❞

A tender hand traced the edge of her jaw as their gazes held one another. "You have always been someone worth seeing. It is often easier for others to see our worth before we do ourselves, but it has always been there."

He lowered his hand to hers, taking it in his own and raising it until he leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss along her knuckles. His gaze lifted to hers once more. "I trust that you will find it for yourself in due time. Until then, I am happy to remind you."

[prynacle]

Happy Birthday Noctis & Lunafreya!

30.08 ~ 04.09

Here's a little something for their birthdays this 2023! The pixel models are from FFRK, one of my favorites models because of their cute, round looks ❤️

[talesfantastic]

Because Tumblr is eating asks, I sent this here instead.

"A little over the top, don't you think?" Nox chuckled. "I've never seen them run like that."

Nox then suddenly grimaced, just before he was shoved into the locker, he was shoved against the metal walls of the academy's gym. It was funny, since he and those three had different home rooms this year; Nox thought they wouldn't be much of a problem. Boy, was he wrong. But, at least Gilgamesh was here. 

Nox pushed on the locker hoping that it would open, but his blue eyes narrowed when it didn't budge. Damn, this wasn't his locker. 

"Gil, do you know where the custodian's office is?" If Gilgamesh could get the keys, then he won't be stuck here until night fall like last time.

Gilgamesh tipped his head to the side, blond locks swaying with the motion. The custodian? Sure, he knew - he'd memorized the layout of the building once from a blueprint and then again silently stalking the halls while Nox was in classes.

Perhaps he should have been paying more attention to the students than the architecture, but he'd assumed for some foolish reason they would be leaving Ardyn's nephew alone. Even before his remaking into Izunia, Ardyn's temper had been slow to build - but his protectiveness of those he called his was unsurpassed even by Gilgamesh himself.

The boys must have been banking on the fact that Nox wouldn't 'tattle' on them.

They had not considered Gilgamesh, however, and the warrior examined the door a moment. "Press against the back wall. I will get you out."

@lightwithinthenightsky

[lipglossanon]

December Winds

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Priest!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

dedicated to you 💀 anon! 💜 I hope you like it!

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, religious connotations, Leon POV, dirty talk, nipple teasing, oral (m & f receiving), rimming (m receiving 🫣), unprotected sex, creampie, kissing, biting, slight blood

kinda beta read by my friend Rex 💜 (only like 80% so any mistakes are my own 😅 )

title from December Winds by Nox Arcana

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After Spain, Leon quits. As he tells the president, “I’ve seen enough.” And he meant it. He packs up everything, quietly bids goodbye to the few coworkers he respects and leaves out from Washington DC, praying he’ll never see the place again. 

He searches for a job that’s a little less stressful and a lot more reclusive. He stumbles across an online ad looking for a live-in priest for a small rundown chapel buried in the middle of the Appalachian mountains. A quick search on google maps yields the exact results he’s hoping for—there’s nothing around for miles and miles. 

It’s a cinch to get ordained online and even easier to order the cassock and Roman collar. He already has plenty of black shirts, pants, and even shoes, meaning it’s no sweat at all for him to look the part by the end of the week. 

When he arrives at the small church, there’s a handful of elderly people gathered to give him a short walk through the place. They leave him with plenty of homemade food as well as their phone numbers for the cracked rotary phone in the office in case he needs any help.

The months roll by and slowly bleeds into a couple of years. He always sees the same handful of people at service, sometimes joined by visiting family members, but always a small congregation which is what he prefers. This year hasn’t been any different, that is until a knock rings out in the empty vestibule drawing him up short as he lays out pamphlets for next week's Christmas service. 

Pulling open the heavy oak doors, he’s surprised to see a new face. You stand there shivering in the cold, jacketed arms clutching your middle. 

“H-hi,” you give him a bright smile despite your chattering teeth, “m-my car’s s-s-stuck in the s-snow and—“

Before you can finish, Leon’s opening the door wider, feeling chill bumps race across his arms as the cold winter air gusts past you and into the church. 

“Please, come in,” he steps back so you’ll follow. 

Once inside, he shuts and bolts the door closed. 

“I’m s-so glad someone’s here,” you laugh.

Leon watches you, expression stoic even though internally he’s cataloging every single thing about you with heavy interest. 

He sees your smile tremble a little, your own gaze roving his face. 

“I’m s-sorry to bother you,” you rub your hands together for warmth, “if I c-could just make a call, I’ll b-be out of your hair in n-no time.”

You pull your cellphone out with a frown, “I h-haven’t had service in miles.”

Leon glances down at your hands before looking back up into your face, nervousness radiating from your body language. 

He turns, talking loud enough for you to hear as you follow behind him, “Phone’s in the office. If you can’t reach anyone, I have a number to a local mechanic who can help tow you out.”

“Thank you so much,” your voice sounds relieved, “I hate bothering you, but I really appreciate the help.”

“Of course, it’s what I’m here for.”

He glances back over his shoulder and sees your gaze wandering around the church, taking in the clean if rough hewn pews and stained glass windows. Your eyes cut to his quickly as if you sensed him watching, giving him a shy smile. 

“You have a beautiful church, Mister?”

“Father Kennedy,” he answers, voice a little rougher than intended as you bite your lip in embarrassment.

“Sorry, not really up on my religion,” you laugh a little bashfully, “it’s nice to meet you, Father Kennedy.”

“Likewise,” Leon turns his attention to opening the office door, gesturing for you to enter first. 

His eyes slide down your body, taking in your curves, and shaking away the urge to sink his teeth into your soft neck. You walk over to the old rotary phone, something Leon never updated as it still works just fine. 

“Oh wow, my grandma had one of these!” you grin at him, “it’s so cute that you kept it for your office.”

That dark urge to bite you flares up in his chest again but he shoves it down. He nods at you instead of saying anything and you turn back to the phone. 

Picking up the handset, you frown and click on the dial a few times before setting it back down on the cradle. 

“Seems like your phone’s out,” you bite your lip again, looking agitated. 

Leon shrugs, “Tends to happen this time of year. No telling when it’ll start working again.”

You nod along and blow out a breath, “Okay, we’ll I’ll head back to the car and see if I can—“

“Stay the night.”

That pulls you up short and he wants to laugh at the wide eyed look you give him. 

“Stay here and we can try the phone again. If it doesn’t work, I can walk you to the nearest neighbor and try their phone.”

A soft smile crosses your face and Leon’s hit with an avalanche of impure want purring in his chest. 

“Are you sure it’s no trouble? I mean I’d really appreciate it, but I don’t wanna put you out.”

“No trouble, besides I’m here to help those in need,” a crooked grin slips out, “and you seem to fit that description.”

Another shy bite of your lip has him shifting his feet, willing himself not to do anything to you. 

“Okay then,” you give him the brightest smile yet, “thank you, Father Kennedy. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

A sudden flash of you thanking him on your knees floods his thoughts and he turns away from you, adjusting his half hard cock through his slacks, never more grateful to wear all black than now. 

“Follow me please,” he calls out to you, listening as you quickly walk to catch up. 

He also listens as you introduce yourself and explain as to why you’re out here in the first place, basically boiling it down to visiting some family for the holidays. Nodding along, he guides you into his living quarters which just happens to be a bedroom big enough to house a bed and a desk with a few bookshelves. 

“It’s so cozy,” you gush, running your hand along some of the handmade quilts and crocheted throws the church parishioners have given him over the years. 

“It’s home,” he states simply, moving to the fireplace and stoking the embers into a flame. 

“I’m kinda impressed,” you say as you hang up your jacket near the door, “it’s really rare to see someone so young as a priest in these kinds of communities.”

When he only gives you a deadpan expression, you begin to flounder. 

“Oh I mean, I grew up near here and so I’m just used to like older— you know what, I just feel like I’m digging a hole for myself,” you drag your palms across your eyes, “it’s just different is all. And either way I'm happy to have met you.”

Leon finally lets his lips quirk up into a half smile, amused at your reactions. 

“I understand, it’s just funny to see you try to explain it,” he moves away from the fireplace and grabs a change of clothes, ignoring how your cute pout is making him feel. 

“There’s a bathroom just through that door,” he points to his right, your left, “I’m sure you don’t want to sleep in jeans. There’s also some spare toothbrushes in the medicine cabinet.”

He watches as you get flustered when taking the simple sweats and cotton t-shirt. 

“Oh yeah, thanks,” you duck your head trying to hide your face and disappear behind the bathroom door to change. 

Leon lets out a long breath, trying to ease the tension building up in his chest. The wanting seems to only be getting worse the more time he’s spending with you. It’s like he’s a teenager seeing a skin magazine for the first time. 

Has he really been out here that long without seeing a pretty little thing like you? He’s in the midst of his thoughts while removing his collar and unbuttoning his cassock when he hears a soft squeak. 

He turns to see your eyes shut tight, hands clenching your bundled up clothes to your chest.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to!”

Leon frowns before looking down to see his bare chest offset by his rosary. Heat washes through him to see you peek again and bite down on your lip hard as you turn away. 

“I honestly was on autopilot,” he murmurs, voice rough making him clear his throat, “apologies, I’ll go change in the bathroom while you get settled.”

You gasp as he brushes past you to enter the bathroom. Grabbing onto the sink, Leon stares at his own blown pupils in the mirror. 

Get it together. It’s just a woman. A sweet woman. A pretty woman who probably has an equally pretty little cunt—

Shaking his head to clear it, he finishes dressing for bed. As he brushes his teeth, his eyes wander and notice the toothbrush you used sitting off to the side. A sudden flash of possessiveness surprises him leading him to quickly finish up and make his way back into the bedroom. 

You startle, standing up from sitting at the edge of the bed. 

Hands wringing together, you smile nervously, “Uh I-I wasn’t sure where to sleep? Like I can take the floor—“

He’s shaking his head already interrupting you, “We’ll share the bed. It gets extremely cold at night and it wouldn’t be safe to sleep on the floor.”

You frown over at the bed and look back at him apprehensively, “I can just use the quilts to make a pallet in front of the fire.”

“Please,” he gestures to the bed, “there’s no central heating and it gets deathly cold some nights. Even with the fire, I’d be afraid you would get frostbite.”

“I’ll sleep against the wall,” he softens his voice, “we’ll put pillows between us if you’d like and you can have the edge.”

He watches you bite on that damn lower lip again, wanting it between his own teeth. 

Nodding, your eyes seek out his again, “Okay. And we’ll try again first thing in the morning?”

“Of course,” he agrees easily, “I tend to wake early so I can check and wake you if need be.”

Your features melt from concern to thankful, “That’s very sweet of you, Father.”

A hot pulse of arousal makes his dick twitch but Leon ignores it in favor of offering you a slight smile. 

“Of course. Shall we?” he nods at the bed. 

You climb in after him, settling down under the layers of blankets and quilts. 

“I definitely never would’ve guessed I’d start my vacation by sharing a bed with a priest,” you giggle to yourself. 

“Unusual to say the least,” he dryly replies, sea dark eyes watching as you turn on your side, back facing him. 

You hum softly, shoulders twitching under the shirt and legs swishing under the covers. 

“Good night, Father Kennedy,” your soft voice has him gripping the blanket tightly. 

“Goodnight.”

It’s driving Leon up the wall with how badly he wants to reach out and touch you. Settling a little more, he listens as your breathing evens out and finds his own eyes slipping shut. 

Later in the night, he wakes up to your tossing and turning, feeling you press your ass back against him. He stifles a groan, eyes adjusting to the low light from the fireplace. You keep fidgeting, accidentally rubbing against his chubbed cock until he’s thickening in his sweats. His heavy hand reaches down and grabs you hip, stilling your movement. 

“Sorry,” your sleepily mumble, “‘m trying to get comfy.”

He dips his head down to ghost his lips across the shell of your ear, feeling you shiver, “Doesn’t seem that way to me.”

He rocks forward, letting his bulge rub against your ass; you whine and press back against him harder. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I promise I didn’t mean to.”

“Sorry, huh?” he dips his tongue into your ear making you whimper, “are you asking for forgiveness?”

His hand grasps your hip and pulls you into a slow rhythm of grinding back against his stiff cock. 

“Oh,” you mewl as he kisses the shell of your ear, “I’m sorry.”

“That’s not how you ask,” he chuckles, kissing down your neck, “you know better than that.”

You moan as he bites down on the soft skin that’s been tempting him all this time. 

“Forgive me, Father Kennedy,” you break the rhythm and grind back against him harder, “I’m so sorry I’m being so bad. God, can’t believe I’m dry humping a priest.”

A smack lands on your ass making you jump. 

“We don’t take the Lord's name in vain either,” his low voice slips into your ear, “for that, you get those cute little nipples pinched.”

As you moan, he rolls you over onto your back, slipping an arm around your shoulders so both of his hands can knead and grope at your breasts. 

“Pull your shirt up,” he murmurs in your ear, “be a good girl for me.”

You shove the t-shirt up to pool around your neck, hands settling back down to twist in the sheets. His fingers quickly move to circle and pinch your hard nipples. 

“Oh, ohhh,” your eyes squeeze shut as he teases and rubs your hard buds, “Father, please.”

He bites your neck again making you writhe and press your breasts up into his hands. 

“Please,” you whimper, eyes glimmering at him in the firelight, bottom lip swollen from your own teeth. 

“Who knew such a tempting sinful girl would end up in my church much less my own bed,” he rumbles in your ear, grinding against your hip as he teases your nipples. 

“Father Kennedy,” you swipe a soft, pink tongue against your lips, making his teeth ache, “shouldn’t we stop?”

“Do you want to stop?” he kisses your jaw, fingers tweaking your nipples sharply making you moan high in your throat. 

“No, no, please, it’s so—you’re so hot,” you whine, hips squirming for friction under the blankets, “please, Father, want you so bad.”

“It’s a sin to tempt a priest,” he trails his lips across your neck to suck another mark into your skin, “you’ll have to repent.”

“H-how?” your eyes flutter, trying valiantly to stay open. 

He pulls away with a smirk, “You’ll have to use your body in service to the Lord.”

A keening whimper escapes your lips, hands shakily reaching up to run through his sandy blonde hair. 

“I-I’ll do anything,” you scratch your nails along his scalp making him groan, “just show me how I need to repent, Father Kennedy.”

He pulls his arm out from under you so he can climb on top of you, settling in between your thighs. Your hands pull his hair as he sucks a hard nipple into his hot mouth. He ruts against the mattress as he suckles each hard bud, nipping at the soft skin of your breasts and leaving marks everywhere. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a pair of tits in my face,” his voice is low, smoky, and he can feel your legs try to press together only stopped by his bulky body.

He takes his time, kissing the areola before running his tongue over your nipple, letting his teeth softly bite down before sucking it further into his mouth. Your hips buck up against his chest as he lays on top of you. He can feel how wet you’ve gotten already, the soft press of your panties against his skin leaving behind a sticky mess. 

He pulls back to look up into your dazed eyes, “Let me taste that wet pussy.”

You moan, hands tensing in his hair, “Y-you want to?”

“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t,” he grins, “besides I wanna clean up that messy cunt with my tongue before you get slick all over my sheets.”

He scoots down, dragging his lips across your tummy and dropping kisses as he goes. 

“We’ll keep the blankets pulled up so you don’t get cold,” he murmurs as he bites your hip bone before soothing it with his tongue. 

You give him a shaky nod, “Okay, Father.”

He bucks his hips at that, feeling his cock leak in his sweats. He feels as you tug the blankets up and when he looks back up he can barely see your face making this seem so illicit and dirty it’s getting him even harder. 

He quickly eases your panties down your legs and tosses them on the outside of the blankets before settling between your legs again. Leon lets his instructive thoughts win and bites bruise after bruise into the dough of your thighs, sucking and worrying the skin until you're squirming against his mouth.  

He bites his way up to the crease of your thigh then lets his tongue trail across your skin until he’s lapping at your swollen clit. He hears as you moan loudly, thighs falling open wider as he hungrily licks into your cunt. 

“You taste like sin,” he groans as he pulls back to spread your pussy open, “so fucking good.”

Pressing his face tightly against your slick coated lips, he flutters his tongue into your soaked hole and grinds his nose against your bundle of nerves. He slips his tongue in and out of your hole before licking back up to your throbbing clit, softly kissing the sensitive bud again and again until sucking it gently into his mouth. 

Sweat beads around his hairline as it grows warmer underneath the layers of covers. Leon mouths at your sloppy cunt until you’re moaning loudly as slick coats his chin and lower jaw. Once your thighs start to tremble, he pulls away and crawls back up your body. The cooler air of the room kissing his sweaty skin as your hands scrabble against his shoulders. 

“‘M so close,” you whimper as you tug him into a messy kiss, “wanna cum, please Father.” 

He clicks his tongue, “You have to work hard for forgiveness,” he presses his thumb down against your chin making your lips part. 

“Maybe we should try filling that mouth up first,” he murmurs, watching as your eyes droop. 

You nod, running your hands down his broad chest, “Please, wanna see you, too.”

Surprise crosses his features, but he schools it into a crooked smile, “Aren’t you sweet? Take your shirt off for me while I get undressed.”

In no time, he’s kneeling between your parted thighs, completely nude save for the rosary around his neck. When he goes to slip it off, your hand snaps around his wrist.

He watches as the embarrassment wars with arousal as you ask him to keep wearing it. His dick throbs and kicks against his thigh and your eyes go lidded as they take in his thick cock.

“Allow me to show you how sorry I am, Father,” you scratch your nails across his chest all the way down his toned stomach to a happy trail that leads to the thatch of hair above his cock. 

Goosebumps travel across his skin when you rub across his hips bones, breath ghosting across the drippy head of his dick. 

Your tongue lathes over the slit, circling his tip and teasing under his foreskin before you pull back. 

That shy look steals over your face, “Can you sit here?”

You pat the gap in the pillows in front of the headboard. Leon’s lips quirk in amusement and shifts to sit with his back to the headboard and legs splayed out across the bed. You move to kneel in between his thighs, eyes greedily taking in his stiff cock. 

He watches as you lean forward, one hand coming up to grip the base of his cock as the other rests on his thigh, and slowly sucks the head of his dick into your mouth. Your eyes shutter with a moan as you take more and more of his cock into your mouth until you choke. 

Pulling off with a gasp, your watery eyes blink open staying on his as you sink back down on his cock. His abdomen tenses and he grabs the back of your neck with his broad palm to guide your head. 

“No need to rush,” his eyes track your tongue as you lick and kiss all along his dripping slit.

“You taste so good,” you moan as you lick your way down to his balls. 

Leon keeps his gaze on you as your wet mouth sucks his balls into your mouth, whining when you can’t fit both at the same time. You smear your face against the spit slick skin of his squishy sac as you nuzzle and suck his taint.  

“Oh, good girl,” he parts his legs wider so your mouth can reach him easier. 

Your glazed eyes slide shut when you slip your tongue down further to ghost across his asshole. Tongue drifting lazily against it, Leon grunts when you finally lick into him. 

“Such an eager girl,” he rasps as you softly eat him out, tongue eagerly rimming his hole. 

You sloppily makeout with his hole as his cock weeps precum everywhere; his own heavy hands keep your face buried between his cheeks. 

When you finally pull back, your chin’s coated with spit. 

“Suck my cock a little more and I’ll fill up that needy cunt,” he pulls your swollen mouth to the weeping head. 

Whining, you easily follow along and let his thick cock sink back into your mouth. He luxuriates in the feeling, the feeling of your hot hungry mouth slurping loudly around his dick. You moan and whine around him, rubbing your thighs together for friction. He smirks to see you acting so needy, so obedient in servicing him. 

“Up,” he murmurs, grabbing your neck and pulling you off of his cock.

Your hands reach out to dig into his pecs, framing the rosary between your hands as you straddle his lap, his cock snugly pressing against your pussy. 

“Oh, Father, please,” you grind down on his wet cock, dragging slick along his throbbing length until your clit’s bumping his tip. 

“Poor little lamb,” his hands grab your hips, letting you rock against him. 

With the grip he has on your hips, he easily manhandles you onto your back, kneeling between your spread legs, cock leaking all over your wet cunt.  

“Oh god,” you mewl, scratching at his chest. 

He spanks your clit with his fat cock. 

“What did I say about taking the Lord’s name in vain?”

Your pupils swallow any color left in your eyes, “‘m sorry, daddy. I don’t mean to be bad.”

“Fuck,” he growls, slapping your cunt with his cock over and over to make your hips jump, “are you misbehaving on purpose?”

Head shaking no, you wrap your legs around his waist, “No, I didn’t mean— it just slipped out. I‘m sorry, Father Kennedy.”

He nudges the tip of his cock into your hole, making you keen and rock down. The pressure around just the head makes him want to be rougher, meaner with you.

He grins smugly down at you, “You just can’t help it, can you? The wetter this pussy gets the dumber you are, right? What a slut.”

You whine, the heels of your bare feet digging into the back of his legs, goading him to slide deeper into your cunt. 

“Yes, I’m your slut, Father,” your hands tug on his rosary making him groan and fuck his dick into your spasming cunt. 

His heavy weight drops over your body, earning another low whine followed by your nails scoring a hot trail across his shoulders. He shudders, enjoying that small bite of pain as your eyes roll back in your head, pussy sucking him in even deeper somehow. 

“Pretty cunt just needed me buried balls deep in her, huh?” he groans as he pulls out just to sink back into your pussy, “so tight.”

“W-wait,” your voice goes high with sudden realization, “I thought p-priests were banned f-from having sex,” you gasp out, stuttering through Leon’s thrusts. 

“Baby,” he coos condescendingly, “you don’t think I was some silly little virgin, did you?”

He boxes you in even more, dropping down on his forearms that rest on each side of your head. 

“But I gotta say, you’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever fucked,” he kisses your mouth, “so wet,” he drops another kiss to your lips, “and tight,” and another kiss ending with a rough bite of your bottom lip, “this kitty’s been purring for my dick all night.”

Your head thrashes against the pillow at his words, “Yes, yes, fuck,” tears drip from your lash line, “it’s so good, Father Kennedy.”

Molten heat rushes through his veins at your wanton face paired with that sweet voice. His teeth sink into that plush bottom lip, suckling on it until you tug your head back with a soft cry. It’s swollen and split from his teeth, a small bead of blood welling up only for him to lick it away with a groan.  

He licks into your mouth, mixing spit and blood until he’s sucking your tongue past his own greedy lips. His cock slowly ruts in and out of your clenching hole as he kisses you breathless. Your fingers tangle in his rosary, tugging him back to your mouth every time he goes to pull away. 

Leon lets himself go; stops trying to control himself and settles into fucking into your warm, wet cunt with harsh skin slapping thrusts. He bites anywhere his mouth can reach, leaving dark bruises or even outright bloody teeth marks behind. His dark eyes keep track of your pleasure as well; if you wince, he makes sure to lathe his tongue across a bite instead of sinking his teeth into you again or fucks his cock shallowly into your pussy instead of knocking against your cervix how he likes. 

You reward him with pretty little cries and pleads against his lips; your doughy thighs clasped tightly around his waist as you beg for him to ruin your cunt. He wrings orgasm after orgasm until your body’s spent and you're babbling incoherently. 

He keeps you underneath him all night, trading blood tinged kisses as his cock stuffs your squelching pussy. Sunlight begins to stream through the snow tinted windows when he finally manhandles your body to straddle over him once again. 

Leon feels like this must truly be what heaven is like. You, seated in his lap as he buries his cock to the hilt in your hot little cunt watching as you grind down against him. Fat dimples between his fingers as he grips your ass tightly, helping you keep rhythm as he bounces you up and down his dick. 

“Oh Father Kennedy,” you whimper, “I can’t, I can’t—“

“Yes, you can,” he murmurs, easing your harsh grind into a slow back and forth, “you can give me one more so I can feel that pussy squeeze me so I can put a nice thick load in her.”

His fingers slowly circle and pinch your pudgy clit, letting you rock against him a little faster. 

“Oh, I’m-I’m g’nna,” you hiccup a sob, tears dripping from your eyes as he works your exhausted body towards another orgasm. 

“Call me, Leon,” he smiles at you, the first genuine one he’s actually offered to anyone in quite a long time, “now cum for me, squeeze me nice and tight.”

“Leon, Leon, I-I’m cumming,” you gasp out, a mewling cry slipping past your swollen lips as your pussy milks Leon’s cock for the upteenth time since this all started. 

“Good girl, so good for me,” he groans, letting your climax coax his own from him, grabbing your hips to hold you snug to him. 

He growls up at you, cock jumping inside your spasming pussy as rope after rope of sticky cum spurts inside your fluttering walls. 

 “Leon, oh, it’s so warm,” you whimper, one hand settling on your belly and the other resting on Leon’s heaving chest. 

“Fuck,” he yanks you down into a messy, spit filled kiss.

You whine and he softens it, titling his mouth up to press softer kisses to your lips until pulling away. Easing down next to him, you snuggle into his side, burying your face in his neck. 

“So am I forgiven now?” you tease, fingers tracing over the beads of his rosary. 

“Might need to spend some time with me in the confessional,” he presses a kiss to your hair, “just to make sure it takes.” 

[sinful-lanterns]

POV: You’re on your period and you text your girlfriend to buy you pads. Your girlfriend:

A. Immediately buys them, as well as snacks, heating pads, a stuffed animal, your favorite takeout food, etc: Cinnabar, Anne, Hamel, Rahu, Raven, Adela, Labyrinth, K.K, Sumire, Nightingale

B. Texts you back with “What size pussy do you have?”: Bai Yi, Cabernet, Corso, Dudu, Wendy, Mantis, McQueen, Deren

C. Comes home with every single type of pad in existence: NOX, Ninety-Nine, Dreya, Garofano, Kelvin, Ariel, Serpent, Chelsea, Eirene, Eureka, Matilda, Tetra

D. Just buys them like normal: Zoya, Iron, Ignis, Stargazer, Enfer, Eleven, Luvia Ray, Pricilla, Macchiato, Chief

E. Left on read, but buys them anyway: Shalom, Chameleon, Uni, Cassia, Langley, Oak Casket, Lisa, Coquelic, Lamia, Etti, Suspect R

[ludobxmxn]

where: yule ball

who: andromeda black @blackestrose

"d'you think this is right?" he asks as he tries to adjust the neck piece around his chest - nancy had done it for him initially, but she was off somewhere with...well, who cares, anyway. ludo huffs to himself as he tries to shift the piece a bit more, growing frustrated from his thoughts. the fabric is backwards but he's unaware, though knows something looks off as he looks himself over in one of the large decorative silver goblets that adorned the room. "hello?" he asks the person to his right, before turning and seeing andromeda paying attention to something else entirely. "well you're looking awful sparkly," he compliments with a pop of his lips, admiring her dress - almost wanting to reach out like a toddler to feel the glitter, but knowing better with andromeda. "you're like the star on top of the tree," he chuckles in amusement, "i mean - in, like...a good way." ludo saves himself with a nod.