#Tw: NSFWish

[shinobinvku]

The more they had, the more that could be taken away from them, a final piece of wisdom passed onto the Hound and the Dragon so early in life. With one so focused on every mission at hand and the other driven by her singular goal, neither shinobi believed there could be room for anyone in their hearts. There could be no distractions, there could be no exceptions, but that was unreasonable. 

Starter for @hatredcurse | Kakashi

Lighting strikes off in the distance. A storm rages onward outside an abandoned building and the next thing Chitose knew, Kakashi was pulling her close, his masked mouth hot on her lips. Adrenaline courses through their veils after a new death experience and shows no signs of stopping despite both shinobi coming to their senses, allowing those soft kisses turn into a hungry desire that pins her up against the adjacent brick wall.

“Take my hand, show me where you want to be touched,” Kakashi whispers against the Dragon’s temple, his mask damp from heated kisses. 

Her golden eyes flit upward to meet Kakashi’s mix-matched gaze, brows furrowed and breath labored. She takes his gloved hand into hers, resting his palm caress her cheek, then allows it to slowly slip down to the base of her throat.

"Touch me wherever you want," she replies with a shuddered breath.

[crownshattered]

|| me: *quoting that one song from the extra Lion King movie* QUICK BEFORE THE HYENAS COME~

My sister: Before the hyenas what?

Me: come….?

Me: fuck you.

[intxication]

[the-raven-dhampir]

“F*ck me” (From OpenedXDoors)

Raven crawled over Oliver, safely back into his magical tent. As for him, he would have taken him on the wet grass outside, but the Other had made clear in multiple occasions he was not a fan of rain.

Half of their clothes were gone and Oliver was turning more and more impatient, urging him with touch and words.

Raven reached his face and found his tongue to dance with his own again. Such a perfect stranger... He silently giggled at the idea. He didn't even have a clear insight of what Oliver was, and he couldn't care less, especially while the Other was giving such clear invitations.

Raven stretched his arm and found his way on Oliver's lenght. He massaged the Other for a while as he was busy with his mouth as well.

At the end, he pulled away and straddled Oliver.

"Why so rushed, Hero?" he casually asked as he unfasted his trousers. "Don't tell me you're planning to disappear into another World already..."

[toyboxfriends]

“I got a power that spawns a skeleton when I get hit. He is my son now, and I’ve named him Kaz, after Kazuichi.”

...

“Just like his namesake, he’s good at chasing after people but only lasts a few seconds.”

[griim]

"You know... Seeing some of your answers to these asks, makes me realize some of you would be a fun night in the sheets." Gemma smirked, "I am open for offers by the way."

[ofluminance-a]

Cute. Hanma watches Takemichi's ears flicks backwards and rat him out. But his vague intrigue sharpens at the sudden and unusual expression that appears on Takemichi's face. That was new. Gold eyes brighten with surprise and then his darkens with interest as he lets Takemichi reach up and unbutton his shirt, seeing how far this brave act might go.

This was all such a bold and new change that it instantly perked his interest into a sharp level of intensity. He wasn't even stuttering - it was like a whole new person. He grins at the comment and hums approvingly beneath the chaste kiss to his throat. But as if someone like Hanma would simply observe.

Hanma cranes his his head down and then tugs on blonde hair (careful to avoid his ears) enough to pull him back so he can crash his lips against Takemichi's in a bold kiss, skilled and demanding all in once. " Sure, kitten ~ " Hanma murmurs against his lips, playfully licking Takemichi's bottom lip. " We can find out all sorts of noises you can make. How's that sound?" He grins, pressing forwards again for another demanding kiss.

takemichi often forgets how tall hanma is, when he's not slouched. reaching the buttons wasn't that hard, but continuing to stand at that height and reach his neck? takemichi's poor tip toes were going tp be aching later, surely. thankfully, hanma assisted him with their little height problem, closing what space remained between them, if any at all.

long fingers slip into blonde waves and takemichi feels the breath hitch in his chest. the tug is what gets his attention, making his ears flatten once again when hanma pulls takemichi back, to kiss him. the kiss is.. well, takemichi hadn't kissed anyone before, so he had nothing to really judge it against. but, all he did know, was that he liked it. in return, takemichi was in too much shock to do much of anything. that, and -- he wasn't quite sure how too. still, he'd attempted, and that had to count for something, right?

when hanma's lips left his own, takemichi's bottom lip trembled against hanma's tongue, blue eyes lifting to search hanma's. slowly, takemichi's ears lift back up, twitching at the new .. pet name he'd been given. " k- kitten ? " swallowing thickly, takemichi can't stop the red radiating into his features. " i -- " he can feel his adam's apple bobbing. a shy smile. " haven't been called that since i was a kid.. " with his thumb, takemichi brushes it along hanma's strong and chiseled jawline. then, he gives a nod of approval. " but -- coming from you? i.. like it. " takemichi liked a lot of things about hanma.

licking his lips as his ear flicks in anticipation at the unhinged smile. yet, just when takemichi is going to answer hanma's question, the reaper surges forwards and takemichi gives him the answer he more than likely had been looking for with a gasp of air followed by a pleased squeak of surprise. " !!! " on this second kiss, takemichi tries to match hanma's movements, though it's all sloppy and a bit experimental on his side-- but, when he can slip his tongue into hanma's mouth, takemichi finally figures out he can purr. & that stirs a whole other side of him.

pushing against hanma's chest, takemichi backs him against the nearest wall and breaks the deep kiss to breathe. eyes half-lidded, the hand beneath hanma's chin has settled with his other behind his neck. there, takemichi continues his previous string of kisses against hanma's collarbone and then down his throat with another purr of excitement. " i've -- never done this. any .. of it. " the blonde whispers between kisses. " but you.. " takemichi pulls back with a soft smile, and a little laugh. " brought it all out of me. you're.. so special to me, s-shuji. " takemichi wanted to say it once aloud, as if tasting something for the first time to see if he liked it ort not. he'd liked everything else hanma had given him, and the smirk on his lips, spoke for him. takemichi playfully nipped at hanma's ear, and then grinned into the next rough kiss he gave hanma shuji.

[ever-winter]

Part of him wished to be gentle, was afraid that if he pushed too hard, if he went too far, then Maggie would suffer for it - while another part, that more selfish core of his, wished to simply remind her of who she belonged to, whose heart she truly was. Maybe that's why his fingers seemed to shake slightly as he removed what little still covered her, though the kisses to trail across her skin were full of nothing but the sheer hunger and lust that overtook him so quickly when it came to these type of moments with Maggie. They'd been through hell and back again, and yet here he was afraid of breaking her? The thought caused a chuckle to break from his lips, bubbling against her skin, a gentle kiss placed across her heart, as his hands continued to travel, slowly, carefully, removing her clothing, removing anything that still seemed to smell of the ghost of that man who was pretending to have been Niwa. He'd told her to tell him if he went too far, to tell him to stop whenever she felt uncomfortable, and he'd just need to trust that she'd do so, as he continued to work on his task of erasing any traces of Niwa from her body...

Perhaps it was the combination of his closeness and external stimuli that allowed the maelstrom inside her head to dim to a dull roar, giving something to redirect her focus, a shiver passing through her at the attention to her throat as he allowed his lips to drift; why was it so different? ...perhaps it really did come down to a matter of choice and the person behind the act.

She chose to request this of Hayate...come to think of it, had there ever been a time when he'd handled her like this when she'd ever disliked it? Been disgusted by it? ...she couldn't recall - how strange.

Somehow, she wasn't compelled to think so.

A faint laugh left her at the remark, hands moving to thread through his hair, smoothing it away from his face and back over his shoulders - it had gotten so long during his regression and in the moment she'd been so shellshocked that she hadn't truly acknowledged it...somehow, she was sure even like this, it would suit him, "...true - you're far too stubborn for that."

Just them there...come to think of it, he was right - everything here was suspended in time, there was barely any sound at all beyond the faint breeze that filtered through and the quiet sounds of Hayate's lips against her skin...really, acknowledging that much made her ears burn somewhat as she allowed her fingertips to drift along his back.

'Okay...I'm trying.'

[shinobinvku]

@morino-ibiki sent: Heated Hot Springs - for Raidō

After weeks of guarding Lady Tsunade on a diplomatic mission, Raidou needed a sabbatical. Fortunately for him, the Godaime was generous enough to grant him extended leave as a reward, and the first thing he decided to do was visit the bathhouse for some rest and relaxation. 

It was a relief to be rid of his clothes. Earlier, he had requested some cold sake to enjoy while inside the bath. After washing himself, Radiou enters the hot spring while wearing only a towel. To his pleasant surprise, it wasn’t crowded. In fact, there was another person inside the bath, someone he recognized right away. 

❝Ah, Morino-san, is that you? ❞ Raidou asked, slowly approaching the edge of the bath to clear his view of the steam. Along the left side of his neck, chest, and bicep are the same scar patterns as the ones across the bridge of his nose. 

He offered the other man a cordial smile, one hand holding a bottle of sake while the other the front knot on his towel. 

❝Hope you don’t mind if I join you? It’s been a very grueling couple of weeks. ❞

He lets his towel drop around his ankles, revealing the entirety of his body, tall, tanned, and very lean. Namiashi sighs as he steps into the water, its warmth already soothing every ache in his tired muscles. Once submerged from the ribs, Raidou turns to Moino and offers him a drink. 

❝How’ve you been? ❞

[crownshattered]

|| I love it here, we all have a bunch of laughs.

[the-raven-dhampir]

Kinky

Jordan

Inbox me; "Kinky..." and I'll generate a number between 1 - 70.

60. Our muses have sex with the intention of never seeing each other after that.

---

Raven took another look at his Mother's sapphire ring shining back on his finger and smiled, without a reason but deep utter satisfaction. He was handling Jordan Smith like a puppet, wandlessly. The Officer was barely conscious, and that was giving Raven all the time to prepare him for his masterpiece.

A rope coiled around his arms, blocking them behind his back, as Raven made his body fload to position him to stand on an overturned bucket. The wooden container dangerously shook under Jordan's feet, exactly as expected.

Raven directed a noose around his neck and tightened it, although not enough to cut the Officer's breath - yet.

He was still holding him in position with magic, enough for him to take a few step back and admire his artwork. He almost cried at the sublime beauty of it.

Jordan Smith looked even more attractive on display like that: Raven had gotten rid of all his clothes but his underwear, a trickle of blood was still flowing from the base of his neck - Raven couldn't resist! - down to his chest and tum, his skin looked like it was glistening.

Raven bit his lower lip. He had waited for so long for his, he had imagined it so many times he could have easily jerked off to the very scene right there and then. Oh, but he couldn't, Jordan's life was still depending on him and he couldn't let an orgasm blur his mind and let the Other fall.

They were just getting started after all.

He licked his lips and walked back to Jordan unsteadily standing on that shaky support.

"Rennervate" Raven whispered. He didn't have his wand with him, he couldn't even remotely risk Jordan take hold of it. Not that he needed it anyway.

The Officer slowly opened his eyes. With the current arrangement, Raven was barely reaching his shoulders. He was standing right under his face, looking up at him with adoring eyes.

"Rise and shine, Dove." he softly said with a smile.

He didn't let Jordan's body go yet, he wanted the Other to fully understand what had happened, what was happening and what was about to happen.

Once he saw the shock in the Officer's eyes, he broke the spell, letting Jordan stand on his new, precarious podium.

Oh his heartbeat, the scent of panic and fear, his wreath... The room was soundproof, Raven couldn't risk missing his screams and curses with a gag.

When Jordan had taken full conscience of his condition, Raven stood on the very tip of his feet and pecked him close to his lips. Icily. The bucket under Jordan's feet gave a deep noise as shaking under his footing.

"Comfly there, Love? Did you miss me?" Raven asked with a silky voice. "We will play a game now, a very simple one... To save your life, you will have to cum under the touch of a filthy deviated Half-Breed. I want to feel your cum hit the back of my throat." Raven's hands reached Jordan's back, as his face approached his tum and he inhaled deep into the Other's skin. He was already craving to taste the Officer, he was going to make it the best for him. Jordan Smith was pretty enough for Raven to fully enjoy what was about to come. He held the Other's body and licked the blood on his abs up to his chest: it had the bitter exquisite taste of a thousands of bad feelings.

One wrong movement to get away from his touch, and Jordan was going to lose his balance and hang himself in a second. Raven ripped the Other's underwear with his bare hands, he was drying in anticipation.

"I'm gonna blow you now, Jordan. You squirm away from my mouth, and you die."

¦¦ Inspiration below. I had Raven tie Jordan differently though. 😌

[faellain]

The Accidental Baby Trap Incident

Summary: About four years after the events of First Class, Erik arrives at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters with two little twins who he didn't know existed. Thinking he doesn't know what to do, he runs to Charles, not knowing the state his old friend is in.

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the next morning, erik tiredly takes the twins down to the kitchen, providing them a breakfast of orange juice, apple slices, and toast with butter. he drinks three cups of black coffee and eats a single apple slice. without him there, and with charles in a state, hank has forgone actual coffee for instant like a savage. it might as well be mud as far as erik is concerned.

"i hate toast," pietro tells him and briefly erik wonders how anyone could hate toasted bread.

erik sighs beleagueredly, "when i was young, i'd be grateful for any meal- wanda, do not turn your brother's toast into something else."

"yeah, i don't if i can do that again," she admits sheepishly, pulling the hand that was about to tap her brother's toast away, "i kinda don't know how i did it to the cookies."

"you're young. i didn't know how to master my own mutation till i was older and even then, sometimes i still needed help," erik assures her. wanda happily munches on her apples after that. pietro rolls his eyes.

he cleans up everything, wondering just how to start this day. it wasn't as if his children were full grown adults who he could toss into the danger room. he did not know where to begin training seven year olds. most mutants didn't even manifest until puberty... but his kids were early bloomers.

as he picks up breakfast, he hears footsteps coming around the corner. at first, he assumes it's hank. perhaps the other actually decided to emerge out of his lab at a reasonable hour. but hank walks with a heavy footstep from his mutation. these steps are light, stilted.

"oh!" he hears charles say, "well, uh, hello you two."

"you're the guy who punched dad!" laughs pietro, "you got 'im good!"

erik turns, "pietro-"

charles kneels down to speak with the children at eye level in their chairs, "he told me you have mutations of your own. what can you both do?"

"i run fast!" pietro exclaims before dashing out of his chair, leaving charles' hair whipping against his face. after a mere moment, he comes back with an empty glass which he offers to erik, "here, dad, you can wash this too."

"very impressive," charles tells him and pietro beams.

erik takes the glass as charles stares at it briefly before turning his attention back to the children. most likely it had come from his room. he turns and smiles at wanda.

"and you, little one?" he asks her.

"my powers are kinda funny," she admits, "i usually just use them to hold pietro in place or make things float when i get upset. but i turned snicker-whatevers into chocolate chip cookies yesterday."

finally, charles looks at erik, clear realization of just why erik has come to him finally dawning on him. pietro would grow to be an ordinary mutant, one who would need training and would excell, but not right away. wanda was like nothing they had ever seen before. charles turns back to her, nodding, and squeezing her little hands.

"that's very special. you both are," he tells her and then turns to pietro before moving back to look at both of them, "how about you two go and play in the yard? i have a tire swing out there you might like."

they both cheer and wanda looks at erik, "can we, papa?"

"go ahead. just don't go past the tree," he says. they promise, not that he trusts pietro to abide by that promise. but they both take each other's hands and dash off at wanda's speed.

charles stands, moving to make his own coffee, "they're lovely children… you never told me."

"i didn't know," erik replies, "magda didn't want my life for them."

"doesn't surprise me. vengenance, death of humanity and all that," charles murmurs as he pulls out a mug.

erik notices that he did shower at some point between their arguement and now. his hair lacks the grease and the smell has disappated in favor of the soap charles prefers. even years later, he could smell that soap and know charles was near.

"i don't understand her power," erik cuts to the chase, "i assumed she was telekinetic. and then one day she changed the color of her shirt by wishing it. and now the cookies."

"…you're scared of her," charles says, looking at him again. erik wants to die beneath that gaze.

"i'm scared of what others might do to her."

charles digs out one of the chocolate chip cookies from the pantry, erik resisting his desire to glibly remind charles that those are not a breakfast food. he sniffs it, stares at it before taking a bite and nodding in odd approval. at least his daughter didn't turn them into cookies that tasted bad.

"i suppose we shouldn't be surprised considering just how powerful her father is," charles says absently.

"perhaps only surpassed by a child of yours," hums erik, tiredly. imagning a child with equal or greater telepathic ability to charles is rather insane. he is perhaps the strongest telepath they know, even more powerful than emma.

charles laughs dismissevly, "that will never happen. i was careful before and i don't want one. i never did."

"you opened a school."

"yes. for school aged children with mutations like your children," he reminds erik, tone clipped as he stares at the coffee carafe filling up, "not babies. i shouldn't- it's one thing to teach children, it's another to raise them."

erik goes quiet. that he at least agrees with. at least he had a good example, but he knows a little about charles and raven's upbringing. mostly, frustratingly, from raven. charles knew everything about erik, yet charles hid his life, his pain from him constantly. even raven didn't speak much on their life outside of their inattentive mother who charles loved deeply anyway.

"hank invited me to stay the night after wanda changed the cookies," erik explains, quietly, too awkward. it's so strange to lack the helmet, but have charles in his arm's reach, yet not feel the other sharing his mind, knowing his thoughts. he would never let anyone else do that, "but we can leave."

charles shakes his head, "no. clearly we at least need to figure out what wanda's mutation is. do your- does raven know about them?"

"no," erik explains, "i haven't told any of them. to be honest, i've gone totally radio silent on them. i need to rectify that. give them some lie to keep them passive."

"you're the one who divided us," charles huffs, "it's not like they can tell you no. are you telling me you don't trust angel and raven with your kids?"

"i do," erik assures, "but we have other things on our plate. riptide is… missing. i had him investigating some possible mutants in vietnam and he's disappeared."

"disappeared?" reiterates charles, "should i be concerned? sean and alex were deployed early into this mess."

erik feels his heart speed up, "deployed?"

"sean got drafted," charles explains, "alex decided to enlist so he wouldn't have to go alone."

"and you let them just go? with the military?" erik snaps, "well, of course you did. you would. you and your peace."

"don't turn this into something it isn't," huffs charles, "i hadn't been taking the serum them. i asked sean if he wanted me to try and get him rejected. he told me no. they wouldn't be in any danger if you hadn't turned a million missiles on the government in cuba!"

"what you have always failed to see charles is that we were always in danger!"

charles turns on him rapidly, "not every human is the kind that hurt you."

"it is only a matter of time before they become them," erik snaps, leaving the dried dishes in a rack so he isn't tempted to throw them.

he can feel every knife in the shelf. their fields pull at him. the fridge feels like an atomic bomb, each little component awaiting his command. feeling the push and pull of the fields is his life, its his very nature. just as minds were charles'. but he's shut them out. where normally his feelings would be blaring loudly in charles' mind, he imagines himself as a giant black void to the former telepath.

how can it not be like losing a limb? then, of course, charles lost his legs. erik has lost so many things in his lifetime. his home, his safety, his parents, his autonomy… even charles himself. but he has never lost part of himself. even if they put him in a plastic cube, he could feel the push of magnets where the could not reach them.

"if that's true, then it is because you believe it so," charles replies, taking the carafe and pouring it into a mug.

instead of going for sugar or cream, charles grabs whiskey, angrily dumping it into the bitter drink. erik snatches it fromt he counter.

"i think you have had enough," erik tells him before dumping the entire mug down the drain.

"erik! goddamn you!" charles growls, shoving him almost childishly. his punch had been lucky and he never really had the stomach for true violence.

he takes charles' wrists, holding them tightly as he glares, "i said i think you've had enough."

"you do not get to waltz in here and pretend like we're still friends," charles writhes his wrists angrily, "you stopped being the erik i knew the minute you killed shaw!"

"shaw had to die!" erik replies, baring his teeth. sean had once teased him for his smile being shark-like, but he certainly feels it now. he feels like an angry animal with prey between its jaws, "you will never understand! do you think an absent mother compares at all to things he did to me?!"

charles attempts to kick him in the knee, but erik is stronger and while he doesn't let go, he does fall forward, pressing himself against charles and the counter. as he goes to start shouting again, he notices charles is shaking. he does not look like a frightened doe as one might expect from a doe-eyed man.

instead, he is defiant. there is fear in his eyes, something old, something that has nothing to do with erik. but in the face of erik's anger, charles does not waiver. his body betrays him, but he holds a brave face, a stalwart indignation like an immovable ship, anchored to a seafloor.

the first time erik had kissed charles, they had been sharing a bed as they went to meet sean. all of the two-bed rooms had been booked which left them with either one of them on the floor or both in the bed. originally, erik had planned to take the floor, but charles had pulled him up into the bed.

"you don't think about me the way most people do," charles whispered, the only light coming the street lamps flickering outside, "i don't mean to pry. i can't help it sometimes."

"what do you mean?"

charles smiled softly, rolling his eyes, "you'd think it very silly i imagine. but you always think my eyes are a different shade of blue. it's like you can't decide how to describe them. but you notice them when you think i'm being particularly clever."

erik had blushed, his very obvious feelings being laid bare by the telepath in bed with him. he had admired charles from the minute they had met. how could he not admire the first man to tell him he wasn't alone? the man who had saved his life?

"it helps that you are usually particularly clever when you're not being particularly foolish," erik managed to reply.

this time charles blushed, looking away. his teeth pierced those already pretty red lips slightly. oh. that bastard. he knew what he was doing.

"are you going to do anything about it if i am?" charles asked, apparently not realizing he was reading erik's thoughts. or, if he did, he clearly did not care.

they were so young then. their powers still felt so fresh and untrained, even when they had more control than most. a few items shuddered at that moment when erik did.

ignoring them, he ran a hand up charles' neck to cup his cheek, "i think i'm going to kiss you."

"oh, i very much hope you do."

kissing charles xavier had been so soft. both of them had considered sex that night, but had instead enjoyed the gift of exploring the other's mouth. later, erik would realize charles had been hoping for this because he tasted particularly like gum. he had pressed kisses along soft lips, nipped until charles' lips were swollen, they had gone for each other until both were breathless.

charles had let out soft little gasps and moans. erik had worshipped his lips, his cheeks, his neck. they were like two demigods, entangled, high priests of the other's temple. erik had wanted to devour charles whole. he'd been smooth, kind, gentle, but mischevious. that moment was a fairytale.

this is not like that.

this was a nightmare. from the minute erik's teeth had clicked against charles' own, he knew that it was. there was none of their old kindness to be had. erik hated charles' scratchy beard. he hated that charles clearly no longer knew what he wanted, instead fighting for dominance of the kiss. erik had at first pulled away only for charles to pull him back, bruise his lips, bite his tongue.

erik presses charles back harder, taking back his tongue and shoving it down charles' throat. he wants to choke him with it, he wants to make sure he can't breathe. their teeth click again when charles mirrors the tilt of his head as they both try to deepen the kiss.

did charles want to suffocate as much as erik hopes to do so?

erik pulls back when charles' breath doesn't stop despite that, tugs fiercely on his lip with his teeth. those paled lips look almost back to their former glory, but he even such ferocity has not revived their blushed hues.

"i hate you," charles whispers, voice cracking, bitter, "i hate you."

"the feeling, old friend," erik snaps mockingly, "is mututal."

they dive back in anyway, charles finally breaking a hand free to claw down erik's back. nail marks redden beneath erik's shirt. the action also earns him a hardening in erik's pants, making him smirk against the larger man's lips. instead of giving him what he's asking for, erik wraps a hand around charles' throat.

"if i did not need you," he snarls before trailing off, "do you know how easy it would be?"

it would not be easy. erik isn't even pressing down against charles' neck. all he is doing is holding it, the grip barely there. but- but it changes something in charles' expression. the fear that had disappeated returns. suddenly nails claw at his hand.

"let go, erik, let go."

"i thought you hated me. didn't you expect this?" asks erik, voice mournful as it settles in once again that charles simply does not know what he thinking. how he could never hurt charles like that again.

"please," charles suddenly begs, voice desperate, "please, erik, let me go."

erik backs away like he's been burned, charles turning quickly on his heels as he gasps for air as if erik had been truly choking him. he's running as best that his legs, still stilted, still obviously not walking the way humans with functional spines walk, can take him. without meaning to, he shoves past hank who has finally emerged for breakfast.

hank looks at erik, "what the fuck did you do?"

[odessafamex]

Odessa's mind was going crazy for him. As he gave her lip a tug, her hands moved from his biceps down to his butt and gave it a squeeze. She went to move her hips against him, but he was holding them down. She wanted to feel him already. She felt her body heat up as he slid his hands under her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra due to her lazy day at home. She got a flashback of their night in Vegas and reality smacked her in the face. "Drew," she whispered, not wanting to stop fully. She didn't want to do anything till she knew if she was carrying his child or not. She wanted a pregnancy test, but not enough time has passed. "Babe, Drew, I need you to stop," she whispered a little louder. She moved her hand to his chest to apply a little pressure to indicate she needed him to pause what he's doing. "we need to stop."

Drew gave Odessa's bottom lip a light tug as they met before his lips moved with hers, hands moving to hold her hips. He loved the way her hands felt against his body, he was heating up, he was completely consumed with love and desire for her. "You're fucking hot, Des." He slid his hands up her shirt, "God, I love you." He muttered between kisses along her jaw down to her neck. "I missed you so much.." He kissed back to her lips. "

[the-raven-dhampir]

(text): what do you feel like doing to me?

[Text] Watching you as you climax me with Magic only seems very inviting...

[dick-meister]

It was time for him to make a bold move, her words struck his heart and made his features soften. Those hands on her cheeks stayed there as she spoke, the little nip to his thumb made him smile lightly but soon that smile would drop once again as he listened to her.

She had every reason to believe he hated her and deep down, there was still resentment and distrust for her. But there was still that part in him that cared for her so much more than she knew, a part of him that was terrified to show that. Lilith was all about control, he knew that, he felt it time and time again, if he told her how he felt, that would be giving her control and… That terrified him. His heart was broken by her once before and even now, as she was trying her best to mend this bridge between them, it was hard to believe all that she was telling was the truth.

His hands move to her sides and with a sudden movement, he changed their positions. Having her below him, Adam hovered over her now, gone was his silly expression or even the submissive air he gave from her teasing. Their hips were close together, pressing against one another and he let out a hitched breath.

“Lilith….” He looked into her eyes. What should he say? What did she want him to do? “…I have, for so long, wanted nothing more than to be close to you like this. Fuck, ever since we started seeing each other again, without fighting every other minute, I’ve felt this pull to want this… It’s hard to talk about because I’m scared of you. But… I still care deeply about you. If I didn’t… I would have fucked you already.”

It was the truth, if he didn’t have respect for her or Lucifer he would have been able to just shut off his feelings about it all and just let the both of them go wild. But it’s not how he wanted to go about it. Using each other’s body’s like animals. They weren’t in Eden anymore, this was different… so much different.

“We wanted to start over, right? So… being with you like this… it is something I want. But is it worth being drunk to do it? Or to cry over? Fuck no. We’ve… Got a chance to do things different…” He leans down, kissing her on the lips before pressing his forehead against her own.

“Fuck I don’t wanna screw this up a second time…”

He was confused. The alcohol made his critical thinking hard, were they still having fun? Why did she seem so… Hesitant? Or maybe… Hmm… What was going on with her? Did she not like him slapping her? Wasn’t that something she liked?

Slowly, his eyes open and he watches her take another shot. There was something weird going on and when she leaned back down to speak to him, there was something in what she said that concerned him but he couldn’t understand. However, without the additional consumption of alcohol, he was slowly, very slowly starting to sober up.

“Wait…” He spoke in a hushed whisper. His hands moved from her body and to her cheeks, laying calloused hands against her smooth skin and he looked in those eyes of hers with rare innocence long since thought dead.

“Somethings… Wrong. But I’m not smart enough to get it…” He frowned slightly, his head tilted to the side, wanting to know what was going on in that head of hers. Adam brushes a thumb along Lilith’s lower lip. “Talk to me. We never talk anymore…”

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TW: MENTIONS OF NEGLECT, ABUSE, MANIPULATION, ALCOHOL, SUGGESTIVE THINGS, DRUGS, ATTEMPTING UNALIVE

Aiden Headcanons:

• Homosexual

• He/Him

• Aiden was always compared to Jesse by his parents, making Aiden hate him

• He was also abused and neglected like Jesse was, just never got out of it

• His parents kicked him out when he turned 18, making him live with Gill since his parents were never around

• Aiden often manipulated Gill and Lukas, sometimes Maya

• Aiden was in a bad headspace before ep5 s1, so he did horrible things

• Maya gave him tips to help him manipulate others, but always says Aiden forced her too, when he never did

• Aiden has a d!ck piercing. He tried to do it by himself but failed, so he got it done professionally

• He lives with Axel in BoomTown

• He use to sleep in the guest room until Axel let him sleep in his bedroom

• Aiden is dating Axel

• He regrets the life decisions he made in the past

• He was described 'Happy pills' a long time ago. He doesn't use them anymore.

• He is a recovering alcoholic and use to do drugs with the Ocelots/Blaze Rods

• Aiden fucking LOVES Weezer

• Aiden is insecure but never shows it

• Was a literal fuckboy in high-school but for guys

• He's Ivor’s potion assistant

• Extremely dirty-minded

• He's still in contact with Gill

• He tried to 'reform' the Ocelots, but couldn't

• He was in jail for 2 years but got out on good behavior

• He tried to kill himself in jail, but Gill and Maya stopping him

• Was extremely mentally unstable in the past

• He acted like a narcissist but never even liked himself at all

• He has a literal mullet

• His ears are DECKED OUT in piercings

• He has chain rings

• Is a Magnus fan

@wooflesnoot sorry I posted the same his twice😭🙏