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The vibrations from Roman's humming told Dae everything he needed to know. He placed the tips of his fingers against the other man's throat, only so he could feel more of those pleasurable little sounds he made. He wondered what other type of noises he would be able to coax out of the man, elated by the possibility that their little encounter might lead to a longer affair. A groan erupted from his chest the moment his hair was pulled. That was such a turn on for him that he grabbed Roman's hand, locking their fingers together. Dae pulled at their joined hands, and along with it, his hair, a clear sign that he wanted the other man to do that again, again, harder, harder. But it was over all too soon, Roman biting him on the lip instead. The metallic taste of his own blood filled his tongue as it followed the same path Roman's teeth had. Seeing the other bent over like that, it almost drove Dae wild. Had he not been so desperate to be buried so deeply inside him the other man would remember nothing but the cock in his ass for days to come, the necromancer would have dropped back to his knees, so he could taste his own pre come leaking into Roman's hole. A hand gripped the other's hip, adding enough pressure to bruise. Dae wished to mark Roman everywhere he could, where it was the most visible. He wished for the man himself to be unable to forget what they had done tonight, for his other lovers to notice how there was someone capable of painting his flesh a nice shade of purple so thoroughly. He ran a hand up and down Roman's back, admiring the way his nails left scratches in their wake. They weren't deep enough to scar, as he was, unfortunately, declawed, but he hoped they were at least pleasurable to some capacity. He brought his chest down, covering Roman's body with his own as he pounded into him, mercilessly. He grabbed a handful of the other man's ass, squeezing. With his other, he held onto the back of the couch, joining the other's side, the furniture shaking with every movement of their hips. Dae took notice of Roman's wrecked look and he moaned some more, brought to a complete mess himself. Again, he changed their positions, this time flipping Roman around and onto his back as he was laid down. Dae grabbed one of the other man's legs and threw it over one shoulder, simultaneously shoving his cock back inside and immediately pounding into him like a wild animal in heath. Bringing his mouth down to a bite to Roman's neck, he nearly purred, as the other took him so nice, so wonderfully, no matter what they were doing to one another. After a few thrusts, he picked up Roman's other leg and put that on his other shoulder.

 ❤︎ 🔪 ˖ ࣪𓂂 .               Roman carefully watches response to him putting pressure on throat and when the response isn’t to push him away he can’t help but smirk. “You would like that shit.” It’s said in a mocking tone, but there’s no real judgement behind it considering he as happy to oblige and he continues until prompted to let go.Taking in every little wince. 

And there doesn’t seem to be any protest with his proposition and that satisfied Roman further. He did enjoy having his little pets around after all. When Dad shifts to get the lube Roman adjusts on couch, facing the back of it while on his knees, ass out for the other to take when he was ready.

But then his hands are tied and he huffs as he doesn’t like being bound in any way. Especially not by someone he didn’t fully trust even though he doesn’t assume anything nefarious about this he still doesn’t like it. But thankfully for the both of them Dae doesn’t seem to hold onto the belt which makes it easy to slip out of.  And head tilts to the side when his neck is kissed, humming in approval even if it couldn’t be heard — still he wonders if the vibrations could be felt. 

A hiss then follows as teeth sink into his skin but his back arches as he lets his body enjoy those sparks of seratonine that light up in his brain with it. Shiver’s then given as it runs through his whole body. Those licks soothing the sting but he still rolls shoulder briefly to adjust. Moans let out as his skin was marked.And as Dae come over to his jaw and chin a hand comes up and back to grab a handful of his hair. Pulling his head back slightly just to bit at his lip hard enough to leave his own mark that he licks briefly before letting him go. 

And hand on his still hard cock makes him squirm because it’s even more sensitive than usual now. So he’s relieved when it comes to a stop so his hole can be tended to and prepped. And he nods in approval as his body leans forward against the back of couch. But his ass stays out, hungry to be filled. And finally it is and a loud cry comes out of him. “F-uck—“ His voice cracks before a sharp inhale of his own as he adjusts to the feeling. Another taken in when his balls are cupped and he moans loudly as hips pound into him. Hands gripping to the back of couch, head turned back slightly so the other could see that nice slack jawed look on his face while he pounded into him. And Roman sucks back on teeth, “Yeah, like that—“  He smacks the other's hand off his balls though.

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dpr Ian - nerves

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Tell me something you like about my muse or/and my portrayal

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meikusakabe

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characters who dig themselves out of their graves (whether literal or metaphorical) are at the top of the list. nothing beats a character who should have died but didn't and comes back to haunt their own life and the world around them, benevolent or violent it doesn't matter, it's enthralling either way

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The swat made Dae hold his hands up instead, in a gesture of surrender. He meant the other man no harm, but he couldn't blame him for not trusting him from the get-go. Dae himself knew he wouldn't have, had the roles been reversed.

With a sigh, he stood back up. He rubbed at the back of his neck nervously, because this was the awkward part when he tried to answer any questions regarding the island he called home. Because, really, how was she going to explain himself in a way that was satisfying to another person without sounding like a complete lunatic? There was also the fact not even he knew everything that needed to be known. His hand stilled, right where he was about to write down the name of the island. Revenant Island. He scribbled instead, because 'Isla Kakuxtal' was more difficult to pronounce or even remember. And really, that was the English translation of the Mayan name anyway. It's okay. You're okay. Stay with me and you'll be safe. He bit the inside of his cheek. Let's get you cleaned up first and I'll help you get back home.

"Ow FUCK," this stranger gets another swat before he realizes what's in his hands. With every bit of pathetic strength he hurls it down an alleyway, only seeming to calm down once he hears the plop of the silicone.

It's then he does finally topple over, claws scraping on the sidewalk as he pushes his back up against a building. Shaking the sweat out of his hair and trying to comb it out of his face, he finally glances towards the stranger. It takes a few breaths before he looks down at his hands, almost like he's confused they're only just slight dirty.

"Where the fuck am I?" He repeats, though his breathing seems a bit more under control. Gaze on the blurry neon signs above he's gripping at the coat and he yanks like he's trying to pull it off himself. "Oh...christ..."

This isn't real. This can't be real. Last thing he remembers is the island, but instead he's in the middle of a downtown street in a city he doesn't remember. This isn't LA or London or Stoke. For once he wishes it was the latter. He doesn't seem to understand the communication barrier despite a notebook in his face.

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In other words, you want me to treat you like some random man on the street? The necromancer stared at Roman, incredulous. To Dae it was often hard to follow his boss' thought process, which left him confused. And if there was something he hated was precisely that. But he considered it was better to just leave the subject to rest, because, really, what was even the point? It was a silly argument they were having anyway. When asked, he held the necklace up, a proud grin curling his lips. Just a little something to occupy myself with. I had nothing else to do today and a dead man with too many teeth. He opened a trinket box, revealing a series of gemstones in different shapes and colors. Don't worry, I already got rid of him. He told Roman, before he could ask about the mess.

· ❤︎ 🔪 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . Luckily, for everyone, the little snicker goes unnoticed or it might have sent Roman over the edge considering how irritated he already seems to have made himself. "Calling me hot (period), without diminishing it with a kind of, is hardly fucking wax poetry." It's not even fucking close. "I tell any guy off the fucking street he's hot if I want to fuck him, it's not pledging anything." Hand waves then when he gives up arguing about it. He's not going to beg to be considered something especially not by someone making jabs at his ego twice now.

"Oh fuck off." It's his only response to what follows despite agreeing that actions spoke louder than words. And face scrunches then in disgust as he pays a little more attention to what Dae was doing. "Ew, gross -- what the fuck are you doing?"

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Truthfully, Dae was biting the inside of his cheek as a way to suppress a snicker, not in deep thought. His eyes crinkled with amusement, however, and he briefly turned his gaze away from Roman, hoping he wouldn't notice. Your ego is already big enough as it is, you don't need me to make things worse by starting to wax poetry. He wasn't the type to do such a ridiculous thing either, not unless feelings other than lust were involved. Besides, actions speak louder than words and I rather just show you what I think, my lord. With a shrug, he continued with his little art project, which was a string of human teeth being put together as a necklace.

''You're kinda hot''

 Send “You’re kinda hot” for my muse’s reaction 

❤︎ 🔪 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . "You've been inside me and I'm just KINDA hot to you?" A scoff. "Good to know."

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Send me "Oh, Yeah!" and my character will strip tease yours.

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Do y’all ever read your partner’s reply and it’s just… so beautiful, so well-crafted, you really just have to sit back, and read it a couple more times, and wonder how in the heck you got so lucky to write with someone THIS talented??

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If you invite Damián to watch a movie and there are no closed captions on, he will feel entitled to unleash a poltergeist dog into your home who will make a wreck of it and steal your socks.

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what does your heart look like?

Iced over, out of the sun Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

tagged by: no one, I stole it tagging: @burnlikeme | @blckfckinmsk | @lightinthesand (Nex) | @c0mplex-heroes (Serena) | @x1968

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That's adorable, you know. He told Aiden, brushing his knuckles against his cheek as he blushed. He cleared his throat, then, giving the other man a shy smile of his own. Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. Now that permission was granted, Dae crossed one ankle over his knee and started to work. He used a pencil to make a few quick sketches of Aiden's face, then once he chose one he particularly liked, he replicated that one on a new page, occupying the entire space. By the time he remembered his smore, the dessert was already burnt to a crisp and Dae stared at it as he laughed. That's what happened when he disappeared inside his head, too focused on his work to take notice of the world around him.

Aiden smiled, thanking Dae as he took half of the smores igredients, felt like it had been forever since he had one and he was happy to have them with a friend. He began to hum as he started make the smore, his eyes soon wandered over the words, feeling his cheeks starting to go red.

"Yeah, yeah of course. I've never had somebody wanting to draw me before." He admitted, a bashful look on his face.

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I could have made things easier for me by deciding Damián was a vampire or a werewolf and just throw him in a pre-existing city somewhere in México. But no, I just had to create a new species from scratch, as well as an island that isn't even real. Why am I like this?