#eugene simon

[the-fiction-witch]

Don't pout my little doe, you can have your lion later

Media Game Of Thrones

Character Lanncel Lannister

Couple Lancel X Reader (Baratheon - Daughter of Robert and Ceresi Dark Baratheon Hair)

Rating SMUT AF

I sat inside the litter, on the soft silk pillow the curtains closed at the sides to keep concealed from passers-by. The sweet fabrics and cushions around me as I sat in my little shoes and sweet yellow and black dress. The litter moved and bustled a little as it slowly moved through the king's landing streets as the caravan of royals moved from the sept back to the red keep. It was far too dangerous for any of us to be walking these streets so the litters kept all of us hidden and safe. 

I looked across the litter where the familiar body sat, thin and tall with long Lannister blonde locks, his fine lion-littered clothes red and gold clothes with his sword by his side his hand on the hilt as if he was prepared at any second to use it. I blushed slightly and looked away before he noticed me looking but I saw his own eyes flick to me. Lancel Lannister, he had been squire to my father King Robert Baratheon, and my father had insisted that in the event of his death his squire was to become my protector. Which was sweet of him, I unlike my siblings had a decent relationship with my father even if that meant my mother despised me. I suppose that's why my mother never protested about it, I think she knew Lancel had never seen battle and while skilled he was not really up to the level a princess' protector should be but I think it was her way of keeping us both out of her way. 

We met eyes for a moment across the litter and we both tried to hide our smiles, we both knew something... was between us but we knew such a matter could not be pursued. He was my protector and nothing more even if I wanted him to be. But I knew our families would rage at us if anything was to be revealed about us. We were technically second cousins but by Westeros law that meant very little as even first cousins can marry in Westeros without much of an eyebrow being raised. But still I knew my mother hated me and would not allow us to be together even if we wanted to be. 

He looked at me as I looked away his eyes lingered on my Baratheon yellow dress, on my dark hair. I looked like my father like a Baratheon which I assume was part of what my father loved and my mother hated about me given I looked nothing like my blonde slender siblings, joffery, Marcella and Tommen. I suppose they looked like Lannisters and I a Baratheon. But Lancel's eyes lingered but he shook his head away as if shaking off his thoughts. 

But as we stopped I briefly looked out the window seeing we had not yet returned to the red keep I'm sure we must have stopped for one reason or another so I didn't ask, but as Lancel and I met eyes again I blushed and hatched an idea to occupy our time.

"Lancel?" I spoke up,

"Yes, princess?" He looked at me with a sweet smile, 

"could I?" I innocently asked,

"Could you what princess?" He raised an eyebrow looking at me curiously but with a sly smile as he knew what I wanted but enjoyed the tease, 

"What I usually do," I blushed, "When we're alone..."

He bit his lip a little but nodded, "As you wish my princess."

I giggled and quickly hopped over to his side I sat myself on his thigh as he moved his sword to the side, I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled my head onto his shoulder and chest feeling his warm body and the softness of his clothes, he quickly wrapped an arm around my waist to bump me closer to him, I giggled and plaid with his hair as he stroked my back I rather felt naughty to be doing such a thing I knew I shouldn't and because I knew this position was what many girls would do to a lord of higher born then themselves which... asmused me in my own way. 

"Hi lancel," I giggled as he pulled me so our noses touched, 

He smirked and stroked my dress whispering against my lips "Hello princess." 

"I like when you look after me, it means I get cuddles," I giggled,

"Humm I like cuddles with you very much princess. really I like anything we do together, but especially when were... alone together." 

I smiled and gave his neck some small kisses, "When we return to the red keep, will you come cuddle in my room?"

".... I think that would be an excellent idea, Princess." He cooed as he stroked my jaw and held my chin to prevent my kisses, "I would love to have a cuddle alone in your room." he whispered against my lips, 

I tried to kiss his neck again but he pulled on my hair to stop me and gave my ass a firm smack making me only giggle more. 

"Lancel?"

"Yes, princess?" He smirked kissing my neck softly, 

"When we cuddle in my room..."

"Yes?"

"Will we play... the quiet game?"

"Humm the quiet game? you know I want to play anything with you princess but are you sure? you always lose the quiet game." he smirked nibbling my neck,

"I know, but I like to play." 

"I know you do," He smirked, "How about... we play hunt instead?"

"We can?"

"I think so, I think you'd love a game of hunt." He whispered in my ear, "Are you ready princess?"

I nodded and he bit his lip his hand on my hip, 

"Close your eyes." he demanded his tone breathy,

I giggled and closed my eyes he then pressed little kisses down my chest towards my dress but I peaked opening one eye, he saw me and growled 

"ah ah ah, you took a wrong step now the lions gonna bite the little doe," He smirked as he sunk his teeth into my neck tugging at my skin making me squeal and kick my feet,

"Noooo! I didn't mean to,"

He pulled back and fixed some hair behind my ear, "Open your mouth princess." he demanded, I blushed but opened my mouth as wide as I could his thumb moved to stroke my bottom lip, "Tounge out." He demanded so I playfully forced my tongue out as far as I could, He smirked and ran his hands over my dress as I sat on his leg keeping me sat for a good while like this, "Humm getting tired yet princess?"

I shook my head even if my mouth was tried, he moved his fingers close stroking my lips,

"suck." he demanded so I did as he asked and took his index and middle finger into my mouth sucking them and licking them making sure to keep eye contact as I did, which forced a low groan, "ummm such a good little princess," he cooed his palm resting on my chin to hold my face as his fingers moved to thrust inside my mouth leaving me to have to move my head to keep his fingers in my mouth and to keep sucking until he pulled his fingers out completely. "You know, Princess, I think that you are just a bit too tightly wound. I will loosen you up... I think your outfit is too much, and I want it off of you. What do you think, Princess? Should I take off your dress?"

"Lancel.. someone might-"

"No one will see," he smirked as he unlaced my dress front, "Keep quiet for me princess,"

I nodded as he tugged at my dress gently at first but the more he unlaced the more eager he got almost ripping my dress until it was unlaced to my waist and he pushed back the soft yellow fabric to reveal my bare breasts but keeping it on my shoulders he bit his lip hard as he looked at my exposed body his hand came and stroked my neck and down my chest fondling my breasts as he went, "How does that feel princess? Do you like the feeling of my hand against your skin?" he smirked and I nodded, "Hummm such a good little princess. such a good little doe for her lion," he cooed, as his hand came to my breast still slick from my sucking a she rubbed on my nipple to harden it moving his index and middle finger back and forth over my right nipple forcing it to get hard for his attention as well as causing me to whine and squirm on his lap,

"Uhhh Lancel..." I whined, 

"Ah ah ah I said quiet princess." he smirked biting my neck harder than before grabbing my breast in his hand fondling and groping me as I sat on his thigh, "Ummm I love playing with your fucking tits." he smirked, moving both hands to grope and squeeze,

"Ahhh Lancel!" I squealed,

"Humm what about quiet don't you understand?" He smirked biting my neck even harder as he did I whined and stroked his clothes as I squeezed my legs together feeling myself get wetter for his rubbing and groping, "oh. That's why?" He growled forcing my dress up to stroke my bare thigh he slapped my ass again before he stroked my pussy, "Awww so wet princess."

"Uhh Lancel..." I whined,

"This what you want? this what you want princess?"

"Yes..."

"Humm really? Is this what you want? Do you want my fingers inside you? You want me to finger your cute little pussy princess?" 

"Yes. Please lancel..." 

"Awww you are adorable," he cooed, "say it."

"I-"

"Say it my little doe."

"I want your fingers inside my pussy lancel... please... devour your doe my lion."

"That's better." he smirked forcing my dress off me completely leaving me naked on his lap tapped my thigh and I happily opened them," Aww such a good princess," he cooed as his hand moved to slip his index and middle finger inside me his thumb rubbing my clit making me squeal and scream as he kissed me to keep me quiet as he thrusted his fingers hard and rubbed on my clit the same pace as his other hand rubbed on my nipple, we kissed making out heavily often moaning into each others mouths as his hands pleasured me endlessly. I knew I was close but he didn't stop instead He pulled back with a groan and smirked at me, "On your knees. suck my cock. Now princess." He demanded, I blushed as he moved his hand back but I did as he asked moving to my knees and unlacing his trousers taking his hard cock in my hand and sucking it as mercilessly as he had fingered me I could feel the litter below my knees knowing we were moving again but I didn't care to stop he threw his head back and often tugged my hair until we felt the unmistakable feeling of the litter being set on the ground, we quickly pulled back and peaked out seeing we had now returned to the red keep, "Shit-" He muttered fixing himself,

"Lancel..." I whine in desperation, 

"I know princess, I know." he muttered clearly desperate too but he handed me my dress and helping me to relace it, "Come on, we'll deal with the nonsense and continue up in your room, alright princess?"

"Alright," I pouted, 

"Don't pout my little doe, you can have your lion later," he said,

"All of my lion?" I begged,

"Every single bit of me my princess." he cooed biting my neck playfully before giving my lips a kiss and my ass a slap so we both sighed and climbed out to return to business like nothing had happened. 

[hallesource]

shioli kutsuna & eugene simon !⠀

[purplerocketlavalamp]

I... I wish I had the kinda money to get any of this stuff, even just like the coins or little cups, but seriously Lancel's sword I would sell my soul for and part of me legit wants to try and see how much I can try and get together to try and get his sword.

[wolfblood-of-anubis]

DOES NO ELSE KNOW THAT VICTOR AND JEROME WERE ON GAME OF THRONES?!

That’s right, folks, Francis Magee aka Victor Rodenmaar Jr. was on Game of Thrones, he played Yoren in S1-S2, a brother of the Night’s Watch and a recruiter for them as well. He made easy friends with Tyrion Lannister, Robb and Ned Stark, and eventually Arya Stark. He got along with Tyrion due to the fact that unlike his comrades, Yoren had a sense of humor. Imagine Victor but cool. And later on *spoilers if you haven’t seen the show*

when Ned’s put in public for execution and Arya managed to escape the Lannister guards, he sees her in the crowd and nods his head to Yoren to try to get her to safety. He does. And he holds her close and shields her ears when her father is executed.

Immediately after he cuts off Arya’s hair and instructs her to pretend to be a boy called Arry for her own safety whilst they travel back to the North. He planned on taking her to her brother Robb who became the current Lord of Winterfell following their father’s death.

Yoren is also the one to give Arya the idea for her infamous ‘list’. Her own hit list of people she’s planning on killing which she recites every night before going to sleep. It becomes so important to her ritual that she can’t even sleep before reciting it completely.

and as for Eugene Simon aka Jerome Clarke? He played Lancel Lannister, a cousin of Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion Lannister for S1-2, and S5-6.

He originally was just King Robert’s cup bearer and I think he was his squire? Can’t remember fully but I do know that whilst Jaime was out of King’s Landint, Lancel was the one keeping Cersei satisfied if you know what I mean. And yes, they’re cousins, and Cersei fucks her brother Jaime, this isn’t brand new or quite shocking, it’s pretty standard GoT. He’s even involved for killing the king as he kept supplying him with wine and alcohol during a hunt, a boar got to him and he couldn’t drunkenly defend himself.

Then he gets blackmailed by Tyrion for a bit S2 for fucking Cersei. Gets kicked back home too by the end I’m pretty sure. though we get to see him in armor for a bit:

Then comes back on S5 looking like this:

He becomes a very religious zealot as he believes he is ‘redeemed’ in the eyes of their gods, the Seven and he just gets very faith involved, even trying to ask Cersei, the Queen Mother, to absolve her sins by being honest about her incest with him (and her brother). She laughs him off very easily and even tries to use the other followers that the new Septon, the High Sparrow, has accumulated to her own gains by getting rid of her sons new wife, Margaery Tyrell, by having her brother Loras arrested for sleeping with men.

By S6 it gets progressively worse, not only did Cersei get what she wanted, her son’s wife, Margaery, gets taken away as well because she knew her brother was involved with men and ‘did not inform the church of these indiscretions’ so she has also sinned. But then Cersei gets a taste of her own medicine and she gets imprisoned too as Lancel has told the High Sparrow everything and he even gets this fucking carving on his forehead.

Cersei gets her revenge in a big way if you’ve seen the show.

[rememberwhouare]

Hopefully, this makes you smile ☺️

[huntmavs]

mission: impossible dead reckoning part one (2023) is my favourite comedy film

[diioonysus]

black women + art

[pedroam-bang]

Mission: Impossible – The Final Reckoning (2025)

[gifenki]

I NEED a visual novel set in an alternate universe where «The Walking Dead» is a summer camp/dating simulator called «Survivors» with four different groups you can choose to be counselor in.

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• «𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚» — is a group more focused on survival and hunting abilities.

The characters are — 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚;

• «𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐩» — is a group more focused on growing plants and martial arts.

The characters are — 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞, 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐧, 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬;

• «𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦» — a group more focused on theatrical performances and archery.

The characters are — 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐄𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐥, 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧;

• «𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬» — a group more focused on sports, physical training (because Negan was a PE teacher) and shooting.

The characters are — 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧, 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐰𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞.

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[meowquill]

new draw your kins just dropped (lying)

[the-fiction-witch]

Lion Cubs

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Lancel Lannister Couple - Lancel X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 + neck kissing / lap sitting / nudity / fondling / breast play / nipple play / wetness / bitting/ eating out / nipple sucking / fingering / orgasms / squirting / raw sex / breeding kink/ Word Count - 4018

Lancel sat on his chair, taking in the evening. The sun setting over the river land hills, the water of darry river softly flowing, the castle stood tall but cold even in the glow of the sunset.

Lancel sat on his balcony a cup of dornish red wine in hand, his clothes gold and red lannister colours and embroidered lions for the heraldry of house lannister

The cold, damp stone of Darry Castle still feels alien to the Western man. In place of the gold tinted halls of Casterly Rock and Lannisport, Lancel has been left to rule in the cold and grey castle. A castle that does not feel like home. That is if any place is truly his home.

He took a sip of his wine, the vintage a finer one than he would have been allowed when a boy, the sort of wine he use to serve king Robert by the tankard but that seemed a life ago.

"Must you drink so much these evenings?" Y/n asked him, as she emerged from the chamber curtains heading out onto the balcony,

Y/n had been given to Lancel part of the package deal, he was made ser Lancel, made lord of Darry, warden of the river lands and had to marry lady Y/n, a deal he didn't exactly hate, her body wrapped up in a beautiful red gown that showed off her body perfectly,

"This much and more," Lancel responded with a smirk. He always felt more confident with drink. He took another deep swig of the wine, as she joined him on the balcony. The coolness of the wine was a contrast to the beauty that was Y/n. He knew from the moment the deal was struck that bedding her was one of the more enjoyable parts of the deal. Lancel sat back and gestured her forward. "Come take a seat."

"You are starting to drink too much my lion" she said standing behind him stroking her hands over his shoulders giving him a soft back rub before her hands trial into his blonde locks her fingers knotting in his hair to massage his scalp, before finally she rested her elbows against his shoulders, her hands down his chest, her cheek against his head as she presses a tender kiss "you don't want to end up like your grandfather" she reminds

Lancel closed his eyes, enjoying the tenderness of her touch. The soft press of her cheek against the top of his head causing him to almost purr like his kin. But the mention of Tytos Lannister soured the mood, and he opened his eyes again. He placed a calloused hand on her forearm. "You worry too much." Lancel responded and he pulled her around to his front, setting her on his lap.

she rolled her eyes sitting on his thigh keeping her hands around his neck "But I'm so good at worrying" she teased

"One of the most excellent things you do." He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her close in his lap. His lips finding her collarbones where her gown dipped lower. Trailing kisses around the nape of her neck. "But I don't like hearing about my Grandfather when I'm trying to have a good time with you."

"of course, forgive me Lancel, I just worry about my lion is all" she said

He continued to kiss at her neck, his hands tracing her hips. The Lannister was getting more confident in their relationship, He chuckled between kisses at her comment. "My sweet little bird, I'll never be as wild as my grandfather. I have many vices, like too much drink and you."

"I suppose so, forgive my worries." Y/n smiled kissing his cheek "Besides my mother sent me a raven last week and she has told me I am not to drink any wine at all"

That pulled him away from her neck. With a frown he pulled his head back, as his hands continued their wandering over her hips and down her thighs. "And why would your mother say such a thing?" He paused for a moment. "Are you... are you with child?"

"Not yet," she answered "but I hope to be soon, my sweet lion needs his little cub sooner than later. And we... Have yet to be successful in such matters. So I asked her for advice" she explained "My mother has had sixteen children Lancel I was meerly curious if she had any recommendations, and she advised me not to drink wine, until my stomach swells"

Lancel's frown immediately disappeared at the mention of a child. The very thought exciting yet terrifying. He nodded along to her explanation before smiling at the reasoning for the abstination of alcohol. His hand slid from her thigh, cupping her stomach. His hand almost large enough to cover most of the flat expanse. "Hopefully that wont take much longer, my little bird. With what we've been doing, surely it will not be much time."

"I hope so" she nodded resting a hand on his "I have such wishes and hopes, to give my lion a whole pride of sweet cubs"

"And how many cubs do you think you can give me, my sweet little bird?" Lancel asked, his hand slowly rubbing her stomach. He always felt a pang of sadness, a feeling of failure on the nights they have been unsuccessful. A deep seated insecurity as a husband and future father.

Y/n frowned a moment looking down at her stomach, she had fears about the matter. As Lancel and Y/n had almost been married a year and Lancel had always been very affectionate and very willing to bed her, but still no little lion cubs had began in her stomach part of her feared something was wrong with her and that Lancels family would force him to take a wife who could give him a pride of lannister lion cubs "I would give you as many as you could ever ask for my lion" a tone of sadness to her words her eyes glossed with tears

The tone in her voice, the look in her eyes drew Lancel out of his own mind. His hands stilled as he realized her own doubts. His fingers coming up to gently lift her chin. Her gaze now directly on him. "My sweet little bird do not despair." He said as he wiped away the single tear that began to fall down her cheek. "The Gods have their own timing, and I would be happy with even one cub from you. I do not need a pride to make me happy."

she didn't answer a tear falling slowly down her cheek

Lancel pulled her head down towards his shoulder, wrapping his arms around her. His heart ached for her as he felt the tear drop against his skin. He wanted to tell her everything will be fine and that she had no reason to worry. But the truth was he didn't know that. He didn't know why the Gods haven't yet blessed them with a cub. Instead he focused on comforting her. "Hush my sweet bird. No tears from my beautiful little bird. " His hand stroked her hair.

"forgive my foolish tears, meerly fears Is all" she answered sitting up wiping her tears and sniffling

He didn't release her though, making sure she stayed planted on his lap. One hand still stroking her hair, the other rubbing her lower back. Wanting to make sure she understood that she would not get off his lap until she no longer had tears in her eyes. "No no no sweet bird. No apologies are needed. These are normal fears for a wife to have, especially when your husband takes you to bed almost every night."

"Lancel?"

"Yes sweet bird?" Lancel asked, his hand continuing to brush through her hair. His other still gently rubbing her back. He was content to hold her as long as she need.

"is bedding me a chore?" She asked

Lancel's hand stilled for a moment, surprised by the question. Was she questioning his attraction to her? His eagerness every night to have her? He pulled back a little bit, so she had to look him in the eye again. "No my sweet bird. Never." He said, his hand coming up to cup her face. His thumb softly stroking her cheek. "I will never tire of having you."

"I feared perhaps, if you saw our bed as only a duty, or as a chore of an evening. Perhaps that could have been why the gods had not let blessed us"

"I do not understand your fears, sweet bird. Never have I seen you as anyting other than beautiful." Lancel paused, contemplating her question. If there was a reason why the Gods have yet to bless them. "But I assure you, it is not my lack of desire. Or my belief of duty that has resulted in this. There is no chore when it comes to bedding my sweet little bird."

"there isn't?"

"No." Lancel answered without hesitation. "When I come to you at evening. It is not to do a duty. It is because I desire you, and my need to have you is greater than sleep." He pulled her closer to his lap. His eyes never leaving hers.

she blushed and giggled a little nuzzling Into his neck

The sound of her giggles was like a balm to his soul. Knowing his words brought the small amount of happiness back into her heart. He continued his hand stroking her back and his fingers twirling the strands of her hair. He enjoyed her weight on his lap, as she leaned into his chest. "My sweet bird, never think such thoughts again. I find you beautiful and I desire you. Always." Lancel's hands moved from her hair to the straps of her dress, slowly loosening them. His fingers gently pulling the red material to reveal a shoulder. His eyes watching her reaction. "You will never be a chore my sweet little bird."

"No?" She cooed

He continued pulling the dress down her body, revealing more of her skin to the evening night air. His fingers dancing over her collarbones and her shoulders as he worked the material down farther and farther. "Never." He whispered, gently kissing at her jawline as he continued to work the material down her body and past her hips.

Y/n giggled as her dress was forced off her body. She shivers a little as her skin meets the cold air, once the dress passes her hips it fluttered in a pile onto the stone leaving her utterly for his eyes, she tries to innocently conceal herself with her little hands given they are on the balcony and anyone could see them "Lancel!" She giggled

The sound of her giggles sent an explosion of desire through his body. He pulled her hands away from her body, moving them to his shoulders.

"None of that sweet bird." He murmured against her neck, as he kissed and bit at the exposed flesh. His hands moving up her body to cup her breasts. "Let me look at you."

she innocently squealed as he cupped her flesh kicking her feet playfully, she nuzzled closer kissing his neck to keep her quiet tightening her grip on his shoulders as he cups and fondles her causing two very physical reactions, her thighs tremble and glisten between them, and her breasts perk up for his touching and the cold air her nipples becoming hard,

Lancel let out a small moan as she kissed his neck. The innocent sounds of her squeals spurring him on as her body reacted to his touch. His hands gently pulling her up taking her into their chambers and he laid her down onto the bed and stepped between her legs. "My sweet little bird." he whispered, leaning over her as he continued to kiss down her neck to her collarbone and further down her chest. "Do I feel like someone burdened by duty at this moment?"

Y/n giggled as she laid on the red silk sheets embroidered with lions her dark chocolate hair cascading around her, her exposed body against the red silk, on her back already showing her physical arousal for his touch as her cunt glistened

She bites her bottom lip and slowly shakes her head

"Is that a no little bird?" He asked, knowing very well what her answer was. His hands traveled down over her hips and down her thighs, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin. "If I was merely a husband performing his duties, would I take the time to do this?"

He knelt between her legs, leaning down to press kisses against her knee. Slowly making his way up her inner thigh.

"Lancel" she begged already excited at the prospect of what he was to do to her, Y/n knew she was a very lucky woman, not only being married to a lannister, a lord, a knight, to a handsome man like Lancel, to a man who wanted her as far more then just a breeding mare to bed as he feels a bored stiffness. But Y/n knew how often women where overlooked, ignored and used for nothing but the pleasure of this husband's, many women she knew had never once felt an apex of pleasure. So whenever Lancel even suggested giving her ... Some tender loving kisses to that place she would go giddy with excitement

He placed another lingering kiss high on her thigh, the very edge of his tongue tasting her excited skin. He chuckled against her as she squirmed under his touch. He could tell how excited she was, the scent of her filling his senses and making him harden, His lips moved up her body, over her hip, up her stomach to the edge of her breast. "Is there ever a moment you doubt that I desire you, my sweet bird?"

"Lancel" she begged her back arching as she tugs his lannister gold hair down to her stomach

Lancel moved up her body until he was laying over her, his weight resting on his forearms. His lips millimeters over the underside of her breast as she tugged on his hair. "You do not have to beg me for attention my sweet bird. You need only ask." He took a nipple in his mouth, gently kissing and then biting at the sensitive flesh

"please...Lancel...kisses... Your lips... Your mouth... lower...Please" she begged between excited gasps her back arching as he kissed her there already forcing them to harden and her hips to squirm in uncontrollable pleasure"

Lancel chuckled against her flesh, his tongue taking over where his mouth had just been, as he worked his way lower down her body. He wanted to tease her. To make her beg even more for his touch. So he made his way down her stomach. His lips stopping to give a few bites along the sensitive flesh. One of his arms wrapped around her leg, pulling her body closer to his. His kisses slowly making their way back towards her hip, until he was right next to where she wanted him most. He smirked as he ran his nose over her mound lower and lower until His breath tickled the sensitive flesh. His mouth so close to where she wanted it and yet he didn't move any closer. "Is this what my sweet little bird wants?" He pressed a light kiss on the top of her mound.

she nodded "mhm"

He chuckled at her nodding. Still not moving any further. His tongue flicking out to gently taste her cunt. He looked up her body, enjoying seeing her body shiver and squirm under him. "I want to hear you say it, my little bird. Tell me what you want."

she squealed at the lick "please Lancel!"

He pressed another kiss against her lower lips, keeping up his slow teasing pace. "Please what? You need to be more specific, my sweet bird."

"please Lancel... Please, kiss... Suck... Please... Make me-" she begged

"Make you what my sweet little bird? I know you can do it."

He said, his breath tickling her flesh as he spoke. He kept his face in between her legs, as he teased her with just his tongue running his tongue over. Knowing what she wanted to say, but not wanting her to get it until he heard the words he wanted from her lips.

"cum" she begged her breath ragged and breathy

"Such language that comes from the lips of a lady." Lancel chuckled, amused that it did not take much to get her to start begging. His tongue pressed against her clit, wanting to tease her just a little bit longer. It was a bit too enjoyable to see her squirming under him.

she screamed his name begging him for the mercy she carved

He loved hearing her say his name like that. Scream his name as she writhed under him. He gave into her pleas. Deciding she had begged long enough as his tongue flicked against her. "Is this what you want my sweet little bird? Just like this?"

she moaned and writhed against the bed already enjoying herself beyond words

He chuckled again, watching the beautiful sight of her writhing under him. His arms snaking around her body to keep her from squirming away. He focused his tongue, trying to find the pace that would make her scream his name the loudest.

she screamed and moaned and squealed her voice echoing off the chamber walls in ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair knotting, her back arching, her whole body reacting, soaking her against him, and coating her body in sweat as she gasps for breath

Her sounds of ecstasy brought a smile to his face. Feeling her body spasm beneath him as she screamed and writhed against him. He continued his tongue and lips moving at just the pace she needed to find her release. His hands roamed her body as she arched and writhed. Part of him couldn't imagine why the Gods weren't blessing them with a cub with how often she reacted like this.

it wasn't long before it happened, the loud screams building and building until it finally hit

Y/n screamed gripping the sheets hard, her body tenses and shivers, her skin slik with sweat, her eyes roll back, her mouth hung open, her breasts perky, her back arching, her knees fall slack and her toes curl, her voice shredding as it races across her body, and she soaks their bed before her body collapsed limp on the sheets

Lancel smiled against her flesh. His tongue still gently working her through her orgasm. Feeling her body react under him. The taste of her on his tongue and the sounds of her screams and moans echoed in his ears. He gently pushed himself up. Straddling her body and looking down at her as she collapsed against the bed sheets. Her body spent and her face flushed.

"Did I satisfy you my sweet little bird?"

she nodded between gasps with her satisfied little smile

Lancel chuckled at her satisfied nod. Taking in her flushed, sweaty body as she recovered from her release. He leaned down, bracing himself on his forearms as his face was hovering right above hers. "Do you still think I merely view this as a duty to you? Do you think my desire for your is a simple chore that I do at the evening?"

she shakes her head unable to form words

Lancel smiled down at her, amused with how speechless he managed to make her. She layed against the sheets, skin flushed, sweaty and out of breath, and yet she was more beautiful in this state than any other. He ran a hand down her side, enjoying the feel of her body against his. "You are mine sweet bird. Remember that. I want you. I desire you. And I will not rest until I have planted my cub in your belly."

she nodded between her gasps "Lancel?"

"Yes my sweet little bird?" Lancel asked, taking the moment to gently brush back strands of loose hair from her face, still watching the rise and fall of her heaving chest in deep breaths.

"I adore my lion" she cooed

Lancel chuckled at how adorable she looked at the moment. Her cheeks flushed and her words still catching in her as she recovered from her orgasm. She looked like a sated, happy little bird with messy hair and glistening skin. "But your lion adores you even more" he said, leaning down to kiss at her neck and jawline.

"are we... To work at a cub tonight?" She whispered

"We're certainly going to try." Lancel whispered against her neck. His hands roaming down her body to caress her stomach at those words. His lips nibbling and kissing at any bit of skin they could reach.

she giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist

He chuckled, feeling her legs wrap around him. He slowly ground his hips against hers, to make sure she could feel his excitement. He continued to kiss and nibble on her skin, before moving his lips to her ear to whisper to her. "I'm to make you scream my name again tonight my sweet little bird."

"however does my lion desire his bird?" She whispered "on her back? Bend down the bed? Riding?" She suggested

Her little whispers and suggestions went straight to his groin. He nipped at her ear and then her neck, before whispering his response to her questions. "I want you all the ways." He said, his tongue and lips against her skin. "I want you under me." He bit gently at her lobe. "And above me." He whispered. His lips found her jawline and continued downward to her collarbone. "I want you on your back." He said, nibbling at her skin as he moved down her body. "Bent down the bed." He continued, his lips finding her sensitive breast, as he teased the flesh "And I want you riding me." He whispered against her breast, before quickly pulling her sensitive flesh into his mouth to bite and nibble. His hands ran down her body to her hips, as he moved his body until his face hovered above hers once more. "But first. I want to hear my name on your lips again."

she screamed again squeezing his hips with her thighs

His name echoed throughout the room. The sound of her screams music to his ears. He smiled down at her. Enjoying how he could make her react so strongly, with only a simple touch of his lips against her skin. "Did you like that my sweet little bird?" he whispered, leaning down closer to her face as one of his hands moved from her hip, to hold her waist.

she nodded already begging once more as she stroked his chest

He groaned as her touch as she stroked his chest. His body shivering slightly at the touch. He was already hard. And every gentle brush of her hands along his chest made more desperate to take her. He captured her lips in a kiss. His tongue delving into her mouth and his hands gently rubbing her waist as he pressed his body against hers.

"please Lancel, please, please" she begged between kisses as her fingers loop into the ties of his trousers

He groaned, letting out an impatient growl as her fingers fumbled with his trousers. Attempting to untie the straps of his clothes that seperated him from her. "Please what my sweet bird? What do you want?" He whispered as he trailed kisses down her jawline to her neck.

"to take my lion" she whispered as she managed to untie them enough to pull back the golden leather and reveal his member which she began to fondle

He moaned against her neck, feeling her hand wrapped around his length. He bucked his hips against her touch and he pulled his face away from her neck so he could speak to her. "Is that what you want sweet bird? You want your lion to take you?" He growled against her ear, nibbling at the lobe.

"my lion needs to make his little cub" she playfully reminds "and he needs to take me to do that"

Lancel chuckled, enjoying their flirtations and her reminder. He bucked his hips again, feeling her hand wrapped around his length as he whispered against her ear. "You're right my sweet little bird. I cannot put a cub in my bird until I have taken you."

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the coli siblings have variants of each other’s colors in their outfits btw. in case you were wondering 👍

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Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning | New HD Characters Posters!

I so couldn't wait to come back from work to post these new Characters Posters!

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TW: Character death, exhaustion and some grief, let me know if there is more.

Task Force 141's journey into the island wasn’t one they were unused to, coming in via a rowboat though was a little different. That and wearing bullet-proof vests under more civilian attire. Price was wearing his beanie, with a brown jacket, a sweater underneath. Soap had his dark jacket on, zipped up all the way, room only at the collar. Gaz had on his coat and a grey shirt. Ghost had his hood up, wearing both a hoodie and coat, along with his balaclava. Each of them had basic hunting rifles and packs with standard gear inside. John had been under prepared before but never felt like it. They were going in with minimal knowledge and a guide or two somewhere on the island. This was more blind than any of them wanted. But it was all they had… time to clean up this disaster.

Once they reached the shore the boat was hauled on to the land, and hidden with what they could find. The boat was the only way back, and if it came down to it, they would need someway of getting back and hopefully getting proper evacuation measures. For now though too much commotion would lead to national involvement. Find the girl or the old man, eliminate the threat, and let the rest carry out. That was their mission.

“Where do we start?” Kyle asked his captain.

“Right now we’re four men on a hunting trip. We ask around for the girl.” Price said. If only it could have been that easy.

“Steaming Jesus.” Johnny breathed looking at the old man’s body. He had been taking them to find the girl when they’d witnessed Charles first hand. The monster was a thing of twisted nightmares. Despite their efforts to rid themselves of the thing then and there, taking pot shots and firing with the mounted weapon. Didn’t stop the thing from getting a hold of the man, Eugene and taking a bite before scurrying off to Satan knows where. If any of them had any doubts, they were gone now. The men had reached him as he breathed his last words, telling them to find the eggs, find his son and the girl.

Kyle crouched next to him and shut Eugene’s eyes. The hole in the body was huge. Simon got down on the other side getting Eugene’s arm around his shoulder. “Kyle.”

No more instruction was needed as Kyle assisted the lieutenant with moving Eugene off the tracks. Price and Johnny both keep an eye out weapons posted, ready for the monster if it decided to come storming back for another mouthful. Branches and leaves covered the dead man.

“Laswell’s intel was spot on.” Price said, sounding almost disappointed. “Right let’s go find the girl.”

The men followed their captain back to the train, and surprisingly it still ran. Simon took the controls, moving the train forward. Kyle stuck near the gun at the back with Soap close by and Price sitting on a small bench inside. The reality, if you could even call it that, was sinking in. A reality that shouldn't even be a reality. The question that remained was whether to contact Laswell to get evacuation ready or to try and kill the damn thing. The girl had already sent it to a number of big names, ones that wouldn't hesitate to come in with heavy fire power. Laswell was trying to reduce the damage that could be done.

The four men continue moving in silence, while Simon periodically checks the map to ensure they're headed where Eugene was taking them. The old man had been glad to see them, almost excited. Finally some help had come, and he was more than willing to tell them everything they needed to know, answer their questions, give them names that would help them on the island. Walked and talked like he was a veteran monster hunter or something. Showed them respect. When Charles attacked, he was calling shots.

Death was something the 141 were familiar with but the monster… that fucking monster. It was a death that would stick with them.

They made it to the train shed, stopping it just outside the shut door. There was an old house nearby likely where someone lived. Price got out and pounded on the door of the shed. There was a bit of rustling inside. Probably you, reaching for a weapon. The rest of his men stayed back, hovering around the train. John overheard a gun reloading as he was looking to his men for a moment. He tensed and had his hand on the trigger of his own gun. Then he heard your voice

“Steven King.” He heard you say through the door.

“Dark Tower?” Price replied. It sounded almost like a question. There was quiet, and then the creaking of the door opening a crack. It was chained up on the other side, leaving only a couple inches for him to see some young eyes peering through.

“…who are you?” You asked.

“Captain John Price, SAS.” John answered. The door shut and the chains were removed on the other side while his men came a little closer. The door opened slowly and Price looked down to see a teenager with bandages on her arms and a rifle… pointed at him. Seeing his men behind him, you pointed the rifle towards them, eyes looking startled. Price stepped back out, arms out from his sides. You looked between him and his men. No, you was looking for something, someone.

“Stand down.” He called back. The men lowered their own weapons and you followed suit. After a long breath dropping the gun, you shouldered the rifle. Likely been holding your breath that whole time.

“They sent help.” You said, looking at Price and then the rest of the 141, then back at Price. “Come in.”

The all four filed in, their clothes dotted with rain. The pattering of drops could be heard above them on the old roof. Inside was another train engine, but it was in a repaired state. You shut the door looping the chain around it, but leaving it unlocked. On one of the walls was another series of photos, notes and rough drawings. You came over to them, ready to get started.

“Can’t believe it worked. Won’t lie, it’s was like a 10% chance someone might actually check the videos. Even Eugene wasn’t sure, he wanted to contact an archivist on the mainland. He should be on his way here soon.” You said, the men went very quiet. You had been through some shit, under those long pants they expected was the cause of your limp, and who knows what else.

“He’s dead.” Simon stated. Not an emotional man but there was sympathy in his voice.

“What…” your face plummeted. Never an easy part of the job. Their silence confirmed their truth. You started to wander around the room, as if you might find a different answer. Your fingers picked at your bandages and nails, even your hair. “How?”

“That fuckin nightmare.” Johnny said. There was a hard “fuck” heard from you. You paused and looked between the four men. You wiped your nose with your arm. You straightened your back to attention, focusing on the objective.

“Right. I’m just finishing repairs on this one, you have the one from Eugene, there’s parts and pieces around the islands but unfortunately I’m public enemy number two, so in order to get them it requires running errands. Sorry to say. Uh… some of them may have weapons we could also use, and there is a final plan but it’s flawed so…yeah that’s all I got.” You said ending with a shrug.

“What’s the plan?” Simon asked. You gestured to map on the wall.

“There’s a wooden bridge, I’ve gone over it more than once but Charles never follows, he runs off. He knows it won’t hold his weight, and below is… a tiger trap.”

“Tiger trap?” Kyle asked. This was certainly primitive.

“Yeah like in the most dangerous game, but instead of sticks its broken rails, rocks and some other debris. The plan is to try and get him on the bridge, detonate it, blowing him sky high and let gravity do the rest.” You explained. “The only problem is getting him across. We… I think if we get the eggs and put them in this sort of altar temple thing it might get him enraged and pursue anything moving across that bridge… getting the eggs is a whole other story.”

The sound of your voice wasn’t positive. It sounded defeated throughout the plan. Even with the extra help there were limitations, limitations they were intent on overcoming. But you. You were tired and had lost your friend. By the sounds of it everyone on the island knew how to avoid Charles. That gave them time and less to worry about. There the masked mob but that could be dealt with later. It was pouring and you needed to finish up some repairs.

“How long will the rest of those repairs take?” Price asked.

“…an hour, maybe.” you replied. “If you need somewhere to rest or… something my place is up the way, it’s not locked. I’ll be along shortly.”

“And your name?” He asked.

“Everyone calls me brat…” you answered. Seeing the unwavering expressions of the men you cleared your throat. “Y/N. Call me Y/N.”

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[bwobgames]

hii bwob! just wondering for doodle purposes.. what are some hobbies each of the beebo characters do on their freetime?

Aside from. The ones already said in-game/train

Mari is a fan of calligraphy

Nina likes to sing !!

[funny-passerine]

[We tend to bruise easily, mad in the blood]

part 2 of this (?)