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nsfw prompt list .
send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble.
awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.
bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want).
blinded. our muses getting frisky in the dark (wherever).
buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours.
butterflies. our muses doing something new in bed.
bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.
call me maybe. our muses having phone sex.
claimed. my muse reacting to getting hickies from yours.
coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.
cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.
city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window.
closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them.
covered. our muses getting handsy under a shared blanket.
dancing on my own. my muse getting close and personal on the dancefloor.
discrete. my muse reacting to yours touching them under a table.
free. our muses getting frisky in a secluded lake.
freezing. our muses getting frisky in a cabin to keep warm.
game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game.
hands off. our muses attempting bondage for the first time (light).
husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind.
meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.
occupied. our muses getting riled up in a public bathroom.
papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting.
peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding.
radio. our muses getting handsy in the car.
showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally.
silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason.
steamy. our muses getting frisky in the shower.
strangers in the night. our muses having a one night stand.
talk to me. my muse dirty talking with yours.
tiles. our muses getting frisky in the bathroom.
voice mail. my muse leaving yours a dirty voice mail.
you’ve got mail. either muse reacting to yours having left a dirty voice mail.
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3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack
Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…
Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I guess so…”
“I guess not.”
“Love me, please.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Please, hold me.”
“Pain changes people.”
“You haven’t changed.”
“Please don’t go.”
“Look behind you.”
“Go kill yourself.”
“I can change.”
“Don’t ever change.”
“Want a hit?”
“Do you smoke?”
“Fuck me now.”
“Take my hand.”
“Lead the way.”
“Duck and cover!”
“Just go home.”
“Take me home.”
“Walk me there?”
“Everyone, shut up!”
“Just shut up.”
“Please stop it.”
“Please don’t die.”
“I need you.”
“I want you.”
“Want a hug?”
“Want a kiss?”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you lying?”
“That’s the truth.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Oh my God.”
“For fuck’s sake!”
“I got it.”
“I found it.”
“Call me later.”
“Text me later.”
“Don’t call me.”
“Are you crying?”
“I wasn’t crying.”
“Please don’t laugh.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“That’s a lie.”
“What’d they say?”
“What’ll it be?”
“It’s last call.”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“Do you promise?”
“That’s a promise.”
“Are you serious?”
“Don’t bullshit me.”
“I punched him.”
“I killed him.”
“I kissed him.”
“I love him.”
“I hate him.”
“I lied before.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“I’ll come over.”
“Can you come?”
“Want to cuddle?”
“Maybe we should.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“You don’t say.”
“Make me come.”
“Did you come?”
“I stole it.”
“I broke it.”
“Any bones broken?”
“Are you okay?”
“Are you hurt?”
“That must’ve hurt.”
“He was lying.”
“It’s our song.”
“Can I help?”
“Help me out.”
“Please, for me?”
“Anything for you.”
“I doubt it.”
“I believe you.”
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hedons:
Discord starter call / @voidedfae
HE WAS FAMILIAR. It wasn’t because she held some sort of comfortable connection with the man, it was because of what he was - and what she was. A link to hell was one she could sniff out from miles away, and sometimes, that scent was one she’d already known, and one she’d already hunted. After all, her kind were not gentle, and she wasn’t beyond the idea of ending one of her own for her own satisfaction. There was a vague thought, trying to remember if she’d ended half of his familiar ties, bringing a kind of haunting grin to featured before she spoke.
“Fancy meeting you here.” She speaks in that tone, the one that is meant to get under even the most hardened of skins, to creep into his blood stream and make his veins boil. It’s hard to tell what kind of heat it is though, the brand that would be blessed with moans, or cursed with hate. She nodded back toward the port. “I guess you forgot we weren’t supposed to venture out alone, heard it makes you vulnerable.” SHE WAS POKING AT HIM ALREADY, AND CLEARLY, NOW THAT THEY WERE GRANTED PRIVACY - SHE WANTED A FUCKING FIGHT.
rafael was making a conscious choice to try not to piss anybody off, which was hard for him, because he loved to make people angry. it was very telling, what set people off. if it was just him using a whiny voice or if he nagged them over and over or if they reacted when he used insults. he lived to piss people off and he was having a hard time not doing that right now. when he’s approached by a demon, there’s only so long he can last before he’ll have to reveal his true self. he can’t imagine any demon, half blood or not, was particularly nice. and if they were? they weren’t doing it right.
❝ small world. ❞ oh, she was going to make him start to piss her off soon. they were both going to be good at getting under each other’s skin and he was not sure if this would be a good thing to see pan out or not. but either way, it was going to happen. ❝ i guess you forgot that i don’t follow rules. ❞ but she was right to an extent and it was frustrating. god, she was good at this. he was trying so fucking hard and it was so hard not to spit venom at her when she looked at him like that and spoke to him like that. hand rubbed against his mouth and he shrugged. ❝ anyway, the shit out there is hardly gonna kill me, is it? it’s the shit on here that’ll get me killed and i have no doubt about it. ❞ the way he narrowed his eyes at her was very telling and he knew she would pick up on it before he was even doing it, when it was just a thought in the back of his mind.
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CHARLIE HUNNAM as William ‘Ironhead’ Miller
in ‘Triple Frontier’ (2019) | Dir. J.C. Chandor.
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JD Pardo as Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes in Mayans MC, Muluc
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Clayton Cardenas as Angel Reyes in Mayans MC, Serpiente/Chikchan
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tag dump !
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↘[ clayton cardenas, cis male, he/him, unknown ] Whenever I hear HAVE A NICE DAY by BON JOVI it always makes me think of RAFAEL HERNANDEZ. They have been so ENTHUSIASTIC & SOCIABLE, but occasionally they have gotten a little bit SADISTIC & CALLOUS during their TWO WEEKS on The Salvation. Back before everything went to shit, they were an HOTEL MANAGER, a strangely fitting job for a CAMBION. A DOMINANT, they never tried to hide that they were PANSEXUAL, and they have always been really into CHOKING & ORGASM CONTROL. SPLIT KNEES, BANDAGED FINGERS, SADISTIC SMILE & EYES AS BLACK AS NIGHT are pretty much their calling card, and that fits perfectly with their role as a RESCUE on the ship, where they are a GUIDE.
PINTEREST BOARD !
NAME. rafael hernandez.
AGE. unknown.
SPECIES. cambion.
GENDER. cis male.
PRONOUNS. he/him.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. pansexual.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. panromantic.
PLACE OF BIRTH. sonora, mx.
DATE OF BIRTH. january 12.
ZODIAC. capricon.
POSITIVE TRAITS. enthusiastic, sociable & honest.
NEGATIVE TRAITS. sadistic, callous & reactive.
LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, spanish, portugese.
ABILITIES. life force absorption, persuasion, exorcisms, teleportation, reality warping, superhuman strength, superhuman speed, superhuman agility, superhuman stamina, accelerated healing, longevity.
WEAKNESSES. cold temperatures, hallowed ground, pentagrams (will not trap him, but will weaken him), dismemberment, salt (as with pentagrams, he can walk through it, but is weakened).
HEIGHT. 6′4.
EYE COLOR. brown.
HAIR COLOR. brunet.
TATTOOS. can be found on the pinterest board !
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. an upside down cross scarred into the back of his neck, constant facial hair (between stubble and the start of a full beard), a small scar hidden in his hairline.
QUICK INFO.
triggers ; murder
rafael hernandez was born to maya and luis hernandez long, long ago. so long ago that he could not remember what his mother looked like any longer, the lines in her face or even the colour of her eyes. he remembers having cherished her and loved her dearly, but not what she looked or sounded like. it was probably better that way, for the human side of him would surely eat away at the pain and anguish inside of him as he remembers her death, how ungracefully she was ripped from this world.
you see, rafael was maya’s son, that much was true. but luis was not his father. maya had, long ago, made many deals with bad people (demons), but she had been none the wiser, she had not been sure of herself and when the opportunity arose for her to finally have the baby she longed for, had spent years of her life praying for, she could not turn it down. the only catch? that the baby would not be that of her husband’s, but of the very demon she was making deal upon deal with. she should have turned away and refused, but the attractiveness of finally becoming a mother was too much for her and she agreed.
rafael was a quiet child and he kept to himself, learning about himself as much as he could from what his mother told him of his father, how little of it, at least. except, she had never told him it was his father she was telling stories about. luis would call demons disgusting animals, better left to the dead, but then, he did not know demons were real. he meant the things in stories, the things parents told their children about to scare them into doing their homework or going to bed on time. when maya talked of demons, she talked of their soft edges and rounded curves, their occasional kind hearted nature and the abilities they had. rafael was a quiet child, but he knew what he was long before anybody else did.
the first time he realised he was half demon, rafael had been playing at school, pretending there was an earthquake and that his toys were falling deep into the earth as the ground split and cracked beneath them. the children in the playground began to scream and try to run and hide and rafael, for the life of him, had no idea why. he stopped playing and everything changed, went straight back to normal. he would later find that there had been a small earthquake localised to his school and that nobody but the teachers and students had heard or felt anything. he was young, but he was not stupid and there was no such thing as coincidences that big. he knew that he had caused such a thing to happen.
as he grew into a teenager, his father began to notice subtle differences in his son and it was not long before he was confronting maya in the middle of the night to force her to confess to her sins. the very same night, as rafael slept peacefully in his bed, his mother would be bludgeoned to death with the wooden cross that sat on the middle of their mantelpiece by his father. rafael would awake as his father was carving an upside cross into the back of his neck and, before he had been able to stop himself, he would go on to kill his father.
rafael had been on the run ever since, but it hardly mattered. within some years, the scandal had been pushed from people’s minds as the children around the time grew older and their children grew older, until the story was a myth, an urban legend. tales told of a teen who had outgrown his parent’s wicked behaviour and killed them in a fit of rage one night. he supposed he understood where the lies came from, his father had never been that kind to him and he was not shy about showing it in public. his mother, however, he could never love anybody more than he loved her. she was his light and he had longed to keep her by his side for as long as he possibly could. this way, though, he could move around mostly unseen and live as many lives as he wanted.
he finally settled down in new york, taking his time to build a hotel from the ground up. he handpicked managers and concierges and waitresses. he built the best team for his livelihood, making sure that they would run the best hotel in the state. he tried to keep to his human half as much as he could, but there were times where he felt compelled to break free, allow himself the freedom of causing as much trouble as he could. mostly, he used his abilities to have people do his bidding. he had somebody rob a bank because he was bored. he had somebody kill a man who had pissed him off because he had not wanted to get his own hands dirty. rafael could be a good man, but he was an even better demon.
when the awakening took place, he had found it easy to rush in and fight. he wanted to make people suffer and he had found a perfect way to do so. he slipped out of it before the end because he could see where it was going. time was spent finding ways to live, finding what few humans did not hate supernaturals to lend him a little of their life. it was much better than any food he would ever find. he spent most of his time away from other people, he was a dangerous person when he wanted to be, when he was angry. he needed time to reflect upon himself, and fifty years would do it. or, would they? he’s still as angry as he always has been and he’s killed the last three humans he came across, so perhaps he got worse as solitude consumed him.
he happened to be nearby when the salvation came to port a few weeks back and he climbed aboard. perhaps it was not the best idea, but he needed a change. being around other people would be a good idea, at least for a short while. as long as his temper doesn’t shift too far and he loses his goddamn mind again.
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@voidedfae , anyone. closed starter.
All but having forgotten to eat, like it’s something you normally do. Daphne found herself on the lookout for food, her stomach growling in protest the longer she waited. Actually feeling bad for the organ - fully aware she’s been the one neglecting it. “I’m sorry friend - just a few minutes.” The brunette retorted to the rumbling noise, then her eyes landed on a very lonesome plate. Sandwich… She didn’t mind much, giving a glance around as she moved towards the food, Daphne gracefully took half the sandwich before turning to her escape… not having gotten two feet when the suspected owner crossed her path. “H-g–Hi there.” Offering the nicest smile she could muster.
arlo had given himself a minute to get some food. after the revelation of seeing coyne on board, he was taking some time to himself to understand what was happening. he left his sandwich to go and grab a drink, maybe a snack to go with it. when he came back, somebody had taken his sandwich and was already beginning to eat it. he wanted to be mad, but the girl looked so damn hungry. ❝ hi. that’s my sandwich. ❞ he pointed at the sandwich in her hands and snorted. ❝ don’t try and rush off. come sit with me, whilst i eat my pitiful lunch. ❞
#sirenofsecrets#( arlo nichols / interactions. )#( arlo nichols / ft. daphne leta. )#im laughing i love this
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hedons:
CASTOR IS ACUTELY AWARE OF THE LOADED QUESTION WAITING ON THE TIP OF HIS TONGUE. He doesn’t want to know how he knows him, that’s too simple of a question. He wants to know why he feels like a million years ago, wrapped in the dark light of a camp fire, thousands of miles away. He wants to know why he wears the scars of his past, the stories of them have already been told to Isaac because he was there, because he’d lived them too. He wants to know why even though he doesn’t have the same face he once did, just looking at him brings back the kind of memories that can bring him to knees, the ones that will make him ache just to be seen again, be heard again, be touched again. It’s a beautiful thing, and he’s not the only one that suffers through the connection to the past, the one that they both swore had to be long since dead and buried by now. After all, Castor knew Isaac had attended him funeral, he’d watched him do it, and he’d let his own heart break at the way the man wept openly for what they’d never truly been able to have. The thought, the distraction of the memory had softened his expression for a moment, but he caught it. Instead, it was steel once again before he stopped.
“You don’t;.” Oh, what a lie that was. Isaac knew him more than most ever would, he’d seen him in hell, and he decided to stay either way. Perhaps that was why for the first time, he needed to look away after the savage nature of that lie. A breath was pulled in, steep, almost as he craved a cigarette. This had hands patting down his pockets, eventually dipping in to retrieve the pack and light it without question. It was held out to the witch, offering him the same release, the same small distraction, before the lighter would follow. “I just have a familiar face, I get it a lot.” He laughs it offer, blowing smoke from his nostrils before attention finally dares to wander back to him. “How long have to been here?” HE KNOWS, HE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING, BUT PLAYING THE FOOL SUITS THE SITUATION BETTER.
everything about this man was fucking painful. looking at him caused an ache deep in his bones, but it was not his looks that brought about the stabbing in his heart. no, that was over the scars he wore, his eyes, his lips, the way he spoke. that was because of how fucking familiar he was and a stranger at the same time. how could he be both and isaac be so broken over this? he didn’t know. and he needed to. he needed to know why somebody he had never met before remind him so much of a man he had lost. he had to know why he wanted to hold him and ask him if he remembered how they almost kissed by the fire one night when they were alone. he needed to know why he wanted to finally kiss those lips and ask if he had been longing for it, too. but he couldn’t do any of those things. because no matter how fucking goddamn familiar castor was to him, the face he wore was not the one he had fallen in love with so many years ago. the face that he could never get out of his head. the face he dreamed of and longed to see once more. holy shit, did he want to see him again.
isaac’s eyes narrowed when castor spoke and he scoffed. ❝ no, nothing about your looks are familiar to me. ❞ not a total lie, but there were certain things about him that made isaac steel himself, because he could not and would not get his hopes up over this, over some stupid scar that somebody else could certainly have. it could happen. it had to be happening right now, right in front of him. ❝ about a week. ❞ he laced his fingers together behind his back, suddenly feeling incredibly small under his gaze. had he always looked at him like that? hell, isaac had never noticed because he was too busy convincing himself that he wasn’t the man he needed him to be. he could not be and isaac’s head would probably fucking explode if he ever found out he was. so, he could not be. he was not and he never would be and once isaac could remember that, could stop looking at him and only seeing the man he longed for so long ago, he would be fine. hopefully.
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COYNE HAD BEEN HERE A MILLION TIMES. He could swear he felt him, his presence was one that he had long since attuned to, always knowing when the wolf was near, or far for that matter. The presence, or lack of, was one thing that had always centered him, and then it tortured him when it went away - but he did it to himself. The familiar feeling danced up the back of his neck, attempting to chase it away as he normally did, adopting that nervous habit of turning old wedding ring around on his finger as he took inventory. They were nearly out of supplies, and considering everything that had happened? That was not a good thing.
He huffed a sigh to himself, before he heard the voice. Again, it had to be the cruel replay of his memory, so he didn’t turn around at first. However, the sound of his name was unmistakable, and he swore that if you listened close enough, you could hear the sound of his heart breaking inside his chest. A deep inhale was obvious, trying to settling himself, so much so that hand reached out and gripped one of the railings as he looked up, finally confirming that the man standing in front of him was, in fact, his husband. It caused the breath to hitch in his chest, threatening to leave him all together. Part of him wished it had, because this pain was damn near unbearable, He wanted to cry, to hug him, to mumble his apologies into his chest the way he used to, but instead he was just stuck there.
Finally, throat was cleared. “Arlo...” It was just above a whisper, like he needed confirmation, even as his eyes watered despite himself. He attempted to stop it, but he knew, he knew the tears would come before he even had the chance to confirm. SO INSTEAD, HE SQUEEZED THEM CLOSED, AND WAITED. PART OF HIM PRAYING THIS WAS REAL - NOT SOME CRUEL JOKE.
he felt stupid for having to go to the doctor’s office for a broken hand that was not so broken since he had set the bones back himself, with everything that was going on. they certainly had more important things to deal with than a stupid werewolf who had got himself a little over excited whilst telling a story. oh, how he was going to hate having to tell them how he had injured himself. he already felt ashamed of having to tell it, especially knowing there were people who needed the medical attention more than him. he had been in the office multiple times in the time he had been on the ship, because he was accident prone and clumsy and over excited. he was truly like a big teddy bear, though a giant puppy would be more accurate, he would say.
at the first sight of coyne, arlo was almost convinced that his mind was playing tricks on him again. that this was not actually happening and he was just.. fucking imagining it. there was no way in hell that his husband was standing in front of him right now because he had to be dead. he had to be, because arlo had looked for him for a long time before boarding the ship and he had longed to find him safe and sound. but he never had and now.. god, now, he was actually just standing in front of him and arlo felt a little bit like he might throw up. so good job he was in the doctor’s office, right?
arlo stepped towards him and stopped himself. how was he going to play this? was he going to pretend that this was normal? was he going to freak out? was he going to kiss him? oh, how he longed to feel those lips against his once more. fuck it. he closed the gap between them and his hand cupped the back of coyne’s neck. he took a moment to stare at him, take in every inch of his face before he pressed their lips together. he had said his name. it was him. it was his husband, after all these years. he was alive and arlo could barely breathe and he probably should not have kissed him but god, he had been unable to contain himself. not when his husband was standing right in front of him.
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byathreacl:
blunt teeth against skin made heat blossom across IVAN from the points of contact, with the softness of ISAAC’S lips soothing him so swiftly after. with his shirt removed, ISAAC could likely see the scattering of sigils and signs embedded in ink, across IVAN’S torso, with larger emblems on the rounds of his shoulders. pinned, held close, with the threat of ISAAC’S bulge pressing up against him and the bite keeping him still, IVAN shivered hard, surrounded by ISAAC from every angle.
“how about. you go too far, I get you back for it?” putting any kind of hard stop on scratching such a deep itch was completely off the table, unless it was ISAAC pumping the breaks. when ISAAC started moving him, IVAN followed, testing how far his ankles could move with the jeans in the way. not far, but…far enough. he’s bare from shins up, and he takes the moment to stretch his back, rolling his shoulders higher, letting the muscle of his back work in a ripple right in ISAAC’S face.
not being able to see ISAAC, now that he’s stripped, was starting to needle at him. rolling his lip between his teeth, he tried a look over one shoulder, then the other, taking in any detail he could. “I think, you’ve never been with someone like me before.” in full view, IVAN pulsed and tensed, working that muscle ISAAC was intent on with clear and precise control. “this is what I do. you wanna work me open with your fingers, I can be your first time. I can be my first time.” his head tilted back further, his throat pushing into ISAAC’S fingers. “I can feel like you’re my last stop on a tour through every lap on the damn boat.” his words ended on a breath, speaking soft enough to try to lure ISAAC in closer.
❝ you always been this fuckin’ pretty, babe? ❞ isaac’s mouth was busy on ivan’s neck, but he was quick and easy with the compliment. there was nothing he liked more than complimenting his sexual partners. god, it made them feel so good when he told them how pretty they were and he wondered if ivan would be the same. hell, it was true. he was beautiful to look at and isaac was thanking his lucky stars that he was able to be here with him like this.
❝ i will take you up on that one. ❞ he sucked two fingers into his mouth, humming around them as his free hand pressed against ivan’s back. he didn’t move him, not yet. he was in the position he wanted him in for the moment. once his fingers were coated in saliva, the hand on his back moved down to his ass, pulling one of his cheeks aside as his wet fingers slipped over his hole. hand moved back to curl around his throat and he hummed quietly, taking a moment of gentle teasing before he finally pressed a finger inside of him, leaning forward to press a kiss between his shoulder blades.
teeth grazed along his skin and he grinned, pulling back to look at ivan and he shrugged. ❝ i think you’re probably right. and that’s all the more intriguing, don’t you think? i think you should be your first time right now. though, i can’t imagine you being any fucking tighter than you already are. ❞ fingers tightened around his throat and isaac leaned forward, hard on pressing into the meat of his ass as he sealed their mouths together, deepening it before it had even started, tongues sliding along one another as he continued to move his finger inside of him.
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ISAAC was tucked in close behind him, the heat of the man’s body already searing through layers of cloth. how did he make it a week on land without this, then another seven days on the ship? chin tilting up, he bared more of his neck just as that hand curled around his throat. with strong thighs against him, IVAN pushed back from the table, wanting a taste of what the man had on offer.
“biting, go for it. spanking… don’t be a dick,” IVAN added, smirking back at ISAAC. “here for a good time, but I’d like to sit down some time this week.” with that extra pressure, IVAN bent with his knees and used his thighs to graze his ass up and down over ISAAC’S crotch. “got plenty of fabric if you want my wrists tied, but I’m gonna want my hands on you. or maybe, not getting what I want makes me work harder, hmm?”
ISAAC’S hands were blazing across his skin. he’d been so keyed up, so desperate for the contact that his legs shook a bit when fingers trailed down over his stomach. “craving’s a real pointed word.” IVAN slowed his breathing, letting his chest fill enough to rise his shoulders with each pull. “what I crave, is to feel you lose control in me. that burst of strength, ferocity, abandon, whatever you got– but what I want, is to run you so ragged, I’m walkin outta here straight-backed and you’re the one wobbling on his legs.”
as ivan pressed back, isaac pressed forward, making sure he could feel everything he had for him. teeth grazed along soft skin and fingertips pressed deeper, palm loose against his throat. he didn’t want to choke him just yet, he just wanted ivan to know that he could, if he really wanted to. and oh, how he wanted to.
❝ nobody said it had to be a lot. just a little. ❞ but, he had been given the go ahead on biting and isaac wasted no time, freeing up both hands to peel ivan’s shirt from his frame. the moment it was gone, lips press along his shoulder blades and teeth are added to the mixture. his teeth bite down against his shoulder and his lips make a perfect seal as he sucked a mark into his skin. hips pressed forward again, hand curling against his hip. he pulled away, pressing a kiss to the bruise he had marked into his skin. ❝ you can have them free for a while. we’ll see how it goes, won’t we? ❞
isaac kissed along the entirety of ivan’s back, busying his hands with removing his jeans, crouching down to bunch them up at his ankles. reaching up, isaac pressed his hand against the small of his back and pushed him forward so that he could bend over the table. he stood slowly and admired the view, fingertips trailing lightly along his skin. ❝ that does sound pretty hot. but, i have a more important question that i need to know the answer to now, ivan. ❞ isaac pulled his shirt up and over his head, dropping it beside their bodies. he made quick work of his jeans and kicked his shoes off, stepping out of them and standing behind ivan once more. ❝ how much do you think i’ll get off on stretching you around my fingers? ❞
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arlo was nothing if not clumsy. it was lucky that he was blessed with healing, or he would be covered in bruises and scratches and scars caused after his turning. anything before, he had wanted to keep around, because they reminded him of his time as a human, but after, well. he was more than happy for the small cuts to disappear as though they had never been there. like now, for example, he had been talking to somebody and throwing his arms around, as he often did, and smacked his hand against the wall. it sounded like a bone or two may have broken and he set them back into place, but it was worth having the doctor check it out, just in case he put them back wrong. it looked and felt fine, there was no pain and he barely reacted to the damage. then again, he was used to doing stupid things like this.
when he stepped into the doctor’s office, there was nobody there, so arlo looked around, trying to decipher if anybody would be around later or if they were without a doctor for now. he sighed, lifting a hand to touch against the wedding band hanging from his neck. he needed a moment before he could compose himself, hearing footsteps down the hall. fingers crossed it would be the doctor he was waiting for. ❝ hey doc, i just need some ❞ he stopped abruptly, staring unblinking at the man before him. the man he had worried for every day over the last fifty years, praying to some unknowing god that he was still alive and well and safe. arlo’s breathing was heavy and he could not tear his eyes away from the man stood by the door. he stepped forward and then came to a halt, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him, as it often had before now. ❝ coyne? is that.. is that really you? ❞
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jasper was never the kind of man to turn down a conversation. he’s lived enough centuries to know that everyone had some kind of interesting conversation to give if you gave them the chance. it might take you a little bit to get there but it was always there at the ‘end of the rainbow’. with skye, he often enjoyed talking with her. he had plenty of time to talk and that was his job on the ship. there were more than enough emotions on the ship that people needed to let out. in an enclosed space like this, people needed to be as calmed as possible. otherwise, they would just be a ticking time-bomb just waiting for the right time to explode.
“my favorite time of day….?” that was definitely an interesting question. he’d never been asked that before and it wasn’t something that he ever really thought about. it took him off his guard for a moment while he tried to quickly come up with some kind of answer. “well….i think it would have to be afternoon. everyone is out and active. the lull of the morning is over with and things haven’t slowed down like they do when night comes.”
everything happening around them was suffocating and skye needed to consider something else, know something else about somebody before she truly choked on the stench of anxiety and panic. the question was certainly a strange one, not something to be expected, but skye was not somebody to be expected, so it certainly resonated with her. and that jasper so easily ran with it brought a smile to her lips.
❝ yes, favourite time of day. ❞ she turned to him, looking hopeful as she posed the question again. arms fold over her chest and she looked thoughtful as she listened to his answer. well thought out and she could appreciate that. skye nodded, tipping her head to the side, resting her ear against her shoulder. ❝ i would have to say the evening. or the night, more so. when the world is asleep and you can just.. breathe. it is such a glorious feeling, to be by yourself and know that, whilst you are alone, you never are, not really. ❞
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“i’m usually not opposed. actually, i’m not angry at all. maybe not exactly the view, but everything else that comes with it,” she trails off and shrugs. swallowing thickly, dylan allows her head to fall back as she inhales deeply. she wasn’t like the other’s panicking beneath. yes, it felt strange. yes, she felt riddled with anxiety and ready to snap at a moment’s notice, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. “not exactly sneak off, but it’s quiet up here. too quiet probably, but not a lot of people are venturing up here. i get some time alone. it seems like everywhere you turn down there, someone else is there. i hate it. how do you deal with it?”
skye turned, pressing her back against the edge she had just been leaning over to stare into the water. it was a little too much for her now, but she needed the air. and to get away from everybody freaking out would certainly do her some good. ❝ i don’t know. i just.. i guess, when you have to, you just deal with it. you get on with life and you keep on moving forward. it’s the only thing that you can do, so it’s important that you make sure you look ahead and keep going. don’t stop. ❞ words of wisdom from skye newton, if only she could take her own damn advice.
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at first, sewing and altering was a means to an end. a way to gather and keep a harem of contacts, loosely spread through an area, so he’d never have to worry about his next meal. but the details of the work; the fine motor control, the feeling of a perfect fit, the glow someone gets when it sits just right. IVAN grew to appreciate the skill.
but with ISAAC so near, warm air brushing over his ear and heat pouring off the man’s arms on the back of his chair, IVAN almost melted into the seat. “I think we’re gonna get along great,” IVAN said, his relief clear in his tone. his hands released the shirt as it was pulled away, and that was fine, since his pinning would hold it in place to finish later.
his body fucking sang with the sense of anticipation. his skin was alight before ISAAC even reached to touch him, the succubus hyper-aware of ISAAC’S presence. predicting points of contact, ready to arch or bend or press into them, as he rose from the seat. after rolling his neck, IVAN put his hands down on the table, leaning forward, much like ISAAC was posed a few minutes before. but he also stood with his legs a bit wider apart, his back bent a little harder to push his chest further forward. to really pop his jeans-clad backside up for ISAAC to handle as he saw fit. “so what’s a guy like you into?” he chanced a look back over his shoulder. “better it is for you, better it is for me.”
once ivan stood, isaac pulled the chair away, kicking it across the floor to give them some more space. he could imagine this would not be enough space for them, but he would make it work. eyes drag over ivan’s body and isaac stepped forward, pressing his hips into ivan’s behind, hand cupping his waist firmly. ❝ i’m sure we will, ❞ he whispered, mind swimming with ideas of what to do first with him. to him. isaac’s touch was like a ghost over his skin as he reached around to press his palm against ivan’s throat, fingertips pressing gently against his flesh. head tipped to the left and his lips pressed against the shell of his ear. ❝ right off the bat, i like spanking and biting. ❞ his two biggest kinks, one could say. the hand on his waist circled around his frame to hold him still as isaac pressed closer to him, lips ghosting over his skin. ❝ being tied up or tying someone up is always fun. i’m sure there’s plenty of things in here i could use to tie your wrists together with. ❞ letting off steam was always in isaac’s to do list and if it helped ivan to do this, who was he to say no?
tongue peeked out to wet his lips and he licked along ivan’s neck, grip around his throat tightening just enough to be noticeable. hand slipped down his stomach and he unbuttoned his jeans, tugging the zipper down slowly. his hand slipped into his briefs, fingers closing around the base of his cock. ❝ but, what i really like? knowing what you want me to do to you. especially when you’re this fucking hungry for it, ivan. so, tell me something you’re craving. ❞
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