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starscatteredsky · 4 months ago

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may We get an inbox check?

hi there! sure!!

since our last check two days ago, nothing new has been queued but plenty of things have been worked on and finished! so while it might not look like its moving, i promise it is :D

ill put it under a cut because its very very long!! we're doing our best to keep up with everything

have a good day! we're so sorry for the wait, we know things are backlogged :(

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lilghostiequinni · 7 months ago

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Raining Season

Main Masterlist Landoscar Masterlist

Pairing: Elemental/Fae female!oc (Verena Kaase) x Siren/Incubus Lando Norris x Werewolf/Healing Witch Oscar Piastri

Warnings: Fluff, more to come...

Description: The world used to find supernaturals as a bad thing or a thing to be enslaved, but the world has come a long way since then, and most of the basic human rights have been denied. But laws and modern times have changed things for them. It's normal for them to be out in the world where they were once shunned and blamed for everything.

Supernaturals are a normal part of life. But McLaren has its own supernatural driver. It's known he's a supernatural, but it is not known which one. He gets a new teammate with a "normal" "human" girlfriend, but some good things cause change, good change, right?

Part I:

#f1 #formula 1 #ln4 #lando norris #mclaren #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #landoscar #lando norris fanfic #oscar piastri #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #op81 #lnfour

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verydeadaten · 1 year ago

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November Woes

Ruby: *extremely twitchy* I just can't take it anymore Weiss! I don't know why I even took this stupid challenge!

Weiss: To prove to yourself that you have some level of impulse control?

Ruby: *gritting teeth* I'm only proving how stupid I am! I'm regretting trying this "No Nut" thing more and more everyday!

Weiss: I wouldn't blame you for quitting now. Lasting twenty days is quite and accomplishment.

Ruby: NO! I can't go back on my word. I made this bed, so I have to lie in it. *sighs* I only wish I could look as Oscar without wanting to ride his wienie...

Weiss: See, that's your problem.

Ruby: What is?

Weiss: You are choosing to see him! To survive this No Nut trial, you have to limit sightings of your beau.It's much easier. I have been trying to avoid Jaune, so I don't have to see his gorgeous blue eyes. Or his big strong arms...or his sculpted, rippling muscles...

Ruby: Weiss?

Weiss: *daydreaming*

Ruby: WEISS!

Weiss: Yes Daddy?!

Ruby: ...

Weiss: ...

Ruby: Easier, huh?

Weiss: Shut the fuck up.

Ruby: Whoa, Ice Queen! What would your Daddy think about that language?

Weiss: I SAID SHUT UP!

???: Hey Ruby! Weiss!

R+W: Wha? Oh poop.../Hmm? Oh my...

Entering their vision was a site both of them wanted to see. Oscar and Jaune, shirtless. They were both very sweaty, probably from a workout. They both had towels around their necks. The girls could feel any remaining willpower they had slipping.

Jaune: Hey Weiss. How have you been?

Weiss: *looking at Jaune's eyes*

Weiss: *looking at Jaune's abs*

Weiss: *looking at Jaune's bulge*

Weiss: ...

Weiss: Yeah, fuck this.

Oscar: So, Ruby! Um, there's this fair that's happening in Mantle tomorrow, and I was wondering if-

Ruby: *covering her eyes* NO! Begone, foul incubus! You will not tempt me! Weiss, help!

Ruby: *uncovers her eyes* Weiss?

Weiss: *furiously making out with Jaune with her legs locked around his waist* Mmmm~ Daddy, your little girl's been so bad.~ *smooch* I'll take any punishment you give, any at all.~

Ruby: Oh no...

Oscar: Ruby, please look at me.

Ruby: *looks and is immediately ensnared by farmboy eyes*

Oscar; I was thinking of making lasagna for dinner. Would you like that? I could bake some cookies too, if you like?

Ruby: *accepting her fate* Ave maria...

Ruby: I would love that, Oscar.

Oscar: Wonderful! I have to take a shower right now, I'm all sweaty. I'll see you later. Love you!

Ruby: Wait.

Oscar: What's wrong?

Ruby: Oscar, I've been feeling so... empty this past month. Could you help a poor, poor girl out?~

Oscar: *IMMEDIATELY bricks up* ...I'll help you any way I can.

Ruby: My hero.~ Now let's hit those showers!~

#rwby #weiss schnee #ruby rose #jaune arc #oscar pine #rosegarden #whiteknight

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rmoonstoner · 1 year ago

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Kinktober 2023

18+

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Note:

Yeah, yeah, I know. I never finished last year's. Well, guess what? I'm gonna put stuff out for both years. (Mostly because I wrote most of last year's prompts, but never posted them.) This year, I am doing more like 1 or 2 one shots a week, and not every day. I have kids, a husband, and old people to look after, and that takes up a lot of my time.

Various pairings, mostly x fem!reader and set in Marvel. Since I'm heavily into Benedict Cumberbatch and Oscar Isaac, that's mostly what will be posted. I dunno. Sometimes I use D20s to decide what to write. I will update the tags and list on this page as I work out the kinks.

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Kinktober 2023 Master list:

1 - Masturbation

Pairing:

Doctor Stephen Strange x Fem!Apprentice!Reader

2 - Oral - Part 2 of Masturbation

Pairing:

Doctor Stephen Strange x Fem!Apprentice!Reader

3 - Doggy Style

Pairing:

MidKnight (Moon Knight) Jake Lockley x Spider!Fem!Reader

(They don't have sex.)

Spider-Man 2099 Miguel O'Hara x Spider!Fem!Reader

(They do have sex.)

4 - Incubus Sex (Monster Fucker)

Pairing:

Watcher/Eldritch Incubus (Supreme) Doctor Strange x Mystic!Fem!Reader

More coming soon.

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Tags:

Feel free to ask to be tagged

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #smut #18+ fanfic #doctor strange smut #stephen strange smut #doctor stephen strange smut #doctor strange x fem!reader #doctor stephen strange x fem!reader #stephen strange x fem!reader #doctor strange x you #doctor stephen strange x you #stephen strange x you #monster fucker #watcher strange #doctor strange supreme smut

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dayshift-confessions · 20 days ago

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i want to write incubus!matt x oscar i want to i cant i want i cant i want ough starts crying

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#matt virginia #oscar lewinsky #dsaf confessions #confession #dsaf #dayshift confessions #write it #no crying #only writing #mod springbonnie

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jossambird · 4 years ago

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This Soul of Mine PT 3

Main Incubus Otto x Reader (Incubus Axel and Oscar x Reader in later parts!)

18+ (also in later parts)

(Mentions of Rape but only passing, as Incubus are Male Demons who feed off sex, most of them are NOT kind Swedes.)

Part 1

Part 2

You were exactly everything Oscar imagined, and exactly the opposite.

A child of Man, a being of humans, tied to an Incubus, his own brother, might he add, which was insane by itself. Otto took no interest in mortals, ever. Why now?

The scent of your desperate fear and mounting panic waifed through the air. The very smell would attract all kinds of the most dangerous of beings, he had to be sure to stay close-

As soon as Oscar turned the corner of the street to continue running after you, he collided straight into an awaiting pair of clawed fingers-

“Otto!” He cried, catching sight of his brothers blood red eyes looking down at him before the tall Incubus realized who it was between his claws

“Oscar- what- what were you doing?!” Otto sputtered before feeling your hands grip the back of his shirt tighter, reminding him of what he had just witnessed happen. He was sure his younger brother could smell the anger rolling off of him, Oscar’s eyes still wide.

In all of their years alive, never had he seen or smelt Otto be this filled with rage, seething as if everything he loved had been ripped from his-

“I- I wanted to, you know, come see what she looked like! See what was so special! Then your little Pet started running, so I followed her to keep her safe!” Oscar whispered out, trying to catch a glimpse of you behind his brothers hulking form to make sure you were safe. The scent of your comfort and relaxation with Otto surprised him momentarily, mind racing at the implications but halted as Otto grabbed his attention once more as if oblivious to the decadent smell you were currently exuding.

This was dangerous, if Otto couldn't smell it but he could, other Incubi would as well-

“She was running away from you, brother.” Otto hissed, hand reaching out to grip his brothers collar, surprising Oscar silent.

The realization of Otto’s words hit Oscar like freezing water, wondering how stupid and irresponsible he had just been. Because of him, he could have killed you, Otto’s soulmate-

“Otto...” came your quiet voice behind the tall man, making the both of them refocus entirely on you, only for Otto and Oscar to be drowned in the smell of your sweet, sweet worry for the both of them. It didn’t help one bit that a twinge of attraction bled out with your worry, the sound of your heartbeat thumping loudly into the air.

Oscar felt the guilt radiate off his form, knowing every Incubus in a 100 feet radius would smell it too. Gods, he could have gotten you killed if other dangerous Incubi had found you first instead of Otto. They would have killed Otto and fought amongst themselves for the prospect to ra-

“Oscar, please-“ Otto muttered as he let go of his brother, hand rising instead to hide his eyes, the images Oscar had just accidentally broadcasted to him making his heart break.

“Are you both alright?” You asked, hand releasing his shirt to stand at his side, replacing your hand to rub his back as if to comfort him. A shock ran through the both of you, climbing up your spine in such intoxicating want, spreading heat deep within you like a wildfire.

You didn’t dare look at the unknown man before you that seemed to know Otto, gaze focusing instead on-

His eyes filled with dark need watched you, his beautiful platinum blond hair falling from behind his ear as he reached out slowly, hand hovering over your shoulder as if to test-

“I'm still very much here you know, and I can VERY well smell whatever uh... this is..” Oscar smirked as he spoke in their native language, watching as the two of you snapped out of whatever trance you had been under. He could smell Otto’s slight pinprick of sadness as you removed your hand from his body, looking away out of embarrassment.

The momentary peace didn’t last long as a man came out from between two buildings, eyes glo- that wasn’t a man...

“Oh, that’s bizarre, aren’t you both Oscar and Otto? Funny seeing you both here with this mortal, shes practically BEAMING!” The man asked as he advanced towards you, eyes shining a disgusting green. You barely had a chance to react as the other man, Oscar, gripped your forearms, pulling you close to his chest as Otto stood infront of you. What was this? What was going on? If only they spoke English, you could understand.

“Try and stay as calm as possible, people uh, like him, like fear.” Oscar whispered behind you with a thick accent, hesitating for a moment as he wondered if you had been informed what they were exactly. You mustn’t know, you wouldn’t have touched Otto so tenderly before, knowing that he was a Demon.

“Im sorry, Im trying.” You whispered back, voice shaking. The hesitation in Oscar’s voice made you pause before speaking, listening as he tried to find another term for his kind. Was it out of embarrassment, or humiliation perhaps?

You watched the Incubus try and grab Otto, inhuman teeth growing from the man’s mouth- It lasted a second, as if Otto’s hand barely left his side if you blinked too long, punching the man straight in his monstrous teeth.

“Yep, okay, time to go.” Oscar whispered as he turned you away, walking down the street to god-knows-where, arm over your shoulder. He kept glancing to where Otto lingered behind the both of you, watching out. They didn't seem to know that you knew what they were, and they didn’t seem to know either that you had been visited by their Ruler, remembering the way her eyes shined, exactly like the Incubus Otto had just punched.

“By the way, I'm Oscar, Otto’s younger brother. I apologize for scaring you earlier, I was... excited to meet you, you made great cookies.” Oscar said as he continued to walk, pulling you along with him politely. You didn’t protest, you didn’t know this part of town, glancing around quickly, a twinge of fear rising up your spine.

“Don’t worry, this is a common area of town for.. foreigners like us.” Oscar supplied rather quickly, pulling his hands from you as Otto strode up alongside of you, rubbing his bloody knuckles. He noticed you staring, both of you flaring red as you looked away.

After a moment in silence, as both men walked on each of your sides, they slowed as you all came to a quaint little home, cats swarming around their feet as they walked to the door.

The realization of what was going on hit you: they were inviting you to their home, their personal demon home.

Did Incubi live like humans? That was ridiculous to think, but the thought of the unknown ran a chill up your spine, stopping you in the middle of their front lawn.

This day, today, with their Ruler, the chase... The whole thing was too much, far too much to take in, to process, to accept-

“Breath, you’re okay.” Came Otto’s gentle voice, walking towards you slowly, hands out as if to appease a wild animal.

“I'm sorry-“ You stuttered out, humiliation creeping up on you slowly as you remembered that the man had just saved you from his brother, and here you were, not accepting his invitation into his home. Otto moved closer, nostrils flaring for a second before he caught your gaze.

“No, no apologies from you are needed Y/N. I'm sorry I didn’t realize you would be uncomfortable...” Otto said softly-

A loud meow surprised you, spooking you momentarily out of your emotional whirlwind, and you looked down, a little gray cat moving from between Otto’s legs and rubbing itself against your own. It kept crying, rubbing itself more and more, looking up at you in desperation for love. The man before you chuckled as he watched, bending down to scoop up the little thing in his arms and slowly moving closer to you, eyes filled with kindness.

“Would you like to pet him? I promise he is gentle. I rescued him some time ago and ever since, he requires CONSTANT love.” Otto whispered as he pet the gray cat in his arms, holding it like a little child as he came closer to you a bit more.

Your racing heart and frazzled mind settled onto one singular fact; no matter how scared you were of the uncharted path before you now, you knew that Otto would never cause you any harm, ever. No matter how accidental his imprint on you was, you felt drawn to him, as if everything was falling into place, as if he could save you, protect you, be THE ONE for you.

You reached out, fingers touching the little ball of fur in the Incubi’s arms, and you smiled wide, laughing as it cried more for love.

#incubus Swedes #Incubi #the swedes #ikea mafia #tua swedes #umbrella academy swedes #the swedes x reader #tua axel #tua otto #tua oscar #ikea fam #otto x reader #jossambird fic #incubus Oscar #Incubus Axel

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big-box-of-muses · 5 years ago

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“But... Like... I’m a switch...”

#ic; oscar #random ic #dashwatching #this incubus is royally confused now

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menofservice · 9 months ago

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He knew the consequence of swallowing an incubus' cum but he didn't have much of a choice. "Fuccck." Oscar leaned back on his heels, one eye closed as he looked up at Theo. "Dude. I'm dripping. That was hot." He said while stroking himself, "I can see why your facials are so highly rated!"

Theo was of course already drinking down the man's pleasure. It was nice though to get more back. He moaned as he let himself go over the edge. He shot hot cum down the man's throat before pulling back and liberally coating Oscar's face with hot seed as he gasped in pleasure.

#sunsrpmuses

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starscatteredsky · 4 months ago

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is it ok to ask for an inbox check?/nf

inbox check!

its pretty long right now, but we're doing our best! its a little overwhelming but we're to help the kin masses! /silly

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Tips for dating colin the computer

Tips for pickles the drummer (metalocalypse)

Tips for P.AI.NTER

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Tips and fashion kit for maned wolf

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Neos for cryptids

Selfcare tips for an omnitherian

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Pastel pink robot moodboard

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Playlist for the Tenth Doctor

Fashion kit for a fallen angel and space

Pronouns and activities for a barnowl

Tips for draculara

Tips for paldean woopers

Tips for tsunami (wof)

Fashion for a weather angel

Neos and fashion for N (murder drones)

Tips for an eldritch horror

Tips and fashion for a robotic wolf

Tips for dwebble and crustle

Tips for bowerbirds

Wips/drafts/in progress/complete but not queued (in no particular order)!

Tips and playlist for a warden

Tips for bill cypher

Tips and fashion for a great horned owl

Fashion for an african wild dog

Fashion for an orange persian cat

Denboard and fashionboard for a vancouver island coastal wolf

Black cat and shark tips

Tips for eevee

Punk fashion kit and tips for a pine marten

Tips and den inspo for a wood mouse

Tips for a black cat

Moodboard and tips for shadow demon

Tips and fashion for fern the human (adventuretime)

Fashion and home decor for the old web

Fashionboard for an angel

Sweater fashion kit

Tips and fashion for lilac (Orin Ayo)

70s/80s fashion for an incubus

Home inspo for yeerks

Tips fashion and recipes for a zim

Tips for a raccoon

Tips for the untitled goose

Tips for a dragon and shark

Tips for questioning fictionkin

tips /fashion for a sheep

Tips for cerberus

Tips and fashion for a shapeshifter

Tips for a wallace hawk eagle

Tips for an aussie shepard

Tips for an albino leopard

Tips for frost

Tips for sunbears

Tips for a robot/eldritch being

Tips for a tv

Tips for a questioning voidkin

Tips for scp-049

Tips for ermac

tips for a corvid

Fashion for a fox

tips for a nightfury

Tips for ball jointed dolls

Fashion for cerberus

Fashion for a burmese mountain dog

Tips and neos for quetzalcoatlus

tips and fashion for shadow the hedgehog

Tips for jasper

Tips for space divines

Tips for c!tubbo without explosions

Tips for a tiger with connection to space

Tips for buckets

tips/gear for a neanderthal

Tips for a disabled vampire

Tips for poodles/chinese crested dogs

tips for a border collie

Darkcore fashion for a feral black german shepherd

Tips for sparrows

Tips for lions

tips for an angel

Tips for a dog/fae and mimic

Fashion for a satyr

Fashionboard for oscar pine

Tips for zekrom

Dysphoria relieving tips for a general nonhuman

Tips for crows and cockatoos

inbox/not started (in no particular order)!!

Tips for a space-man (KISS)

Tips for an albino american cockroach

Tips for mark heathcliff (mandela catalouge)

Tips for connecting to mermaid kintype away from the sea

Tips for scarlet (pearlecentmoon) and nihachu (genloss)

Tips for aven (worldless)

Tips for flippy (htf)

Tips for persecutor unicorns

Tips for micheal afton

Tips for C1tubbo

Tips for dib membrane (invader zim)

Tips fpr a nextbot

Tips for a centipede

Tips for ronja (robbers daughter)

Tips for deimos from madness combat

Tips for barney calhoun from half life 2

Thin man vibes

Tips for fan (inanimate insanity)

Tips for tardis

Tips for jordie holmes

Tips for jane doe

Tips for connecting to feeling catlike

Tips for an aibo

Carekit for a god/void

Tips for zim/an irken

Tips for an EPCOT placekin

Denboard for a ferret

Recommendations for servius

Tips for raven from the raven poem

Tips for dave miller

Fashion for a coastal wolf

tips/fashion for the companion bots from stray

Tips for raoul

Grounding tips for fnaf sourced alters

Tips for v1 (ultrakill)

tips/denboard for a gryphon

Carekit for an alien

Carekit for venus (solarballs)

Tips for a halforc/elf humankin

tips for zelda

tips for a purple blooded troll

tips for princess

tips for guiding lights

fashion board for cold

tips for glimmer

fashion for a scene cougar

tips for qsmp philza

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names and tips for a femme scott summers

fem fashion for a crow

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names for a hobbit and recipes for a hobbit

questions for connecting to hobbit kintype

fashion for the heart

goth and alt fashion for an enderman

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types of requests

vampire and gothic fashion for scourge

colourful fashion for a moth

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fashion for red heeler dog (REDO)

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fashion for a coyote

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tips for huldra

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blouisparadise · 2 years ago

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of August. We really hope you enjoy this list and that you give these fics a lot of love. Happy reading!

1) Baby Blue | Not Rated | 929 words

Louis rides Harry in a baby blue skirt.

2) Office Rendezvous | Not Rated | 1250 words

Louis surprises Harry at work because he knows his partner is stressed, Harry shows him just how grateful he is.

3) Little Things | Not Rated | 1576 words

Louis is very insecure about his body and looks, so Harry shows him just how perfect he really is.

4) Right Tease | Explicit | 1727 words

"Louis buckled himself up, about to make a snooty comment when he was cut off by Zayn's lips against his own. His surprise only lasted so long, baby blues shutting closed and lips parting to let Zayn's tongue in because this was his Alpha how could he not? He pulled away with a hum after a few long seconds, licking his lips and savouring the taste of his mate.

"What was that for huh?" The lil Omega questioned, fingers grazing Zayn's recently shaven jaw before moving to curl a long strand of dark brown hair."

5) Little Black Dress | Not Rated | 1973 words

Based on the song ‘Little Black Dress’ by One Direction

6) Only You Have The Answer To My Problems | Teen & Up | 2356 words

Liam and louis are dating,they can't find louis prostate so they go to Doctor Harry styles for help. Stuff happens.

7) Nebula | Explicit | 2575 words

Louis is alone at home. When he sees a shooting star, he makes a wish for his life to change. What he doesn't expect is the visit of some kind of alien incubus to service him.

8) Stand Still While I Paint a Picture in My Mind (Capture This Moment and Hold It Close) | Mature | 2954 words

Harry gets horny at work and calls his wife, Louis, for some relief.

9) Sun And Summer Wind | Explicit | 3954 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Oscar Isaac.

Louis and Oscar, Guatemala, archaeology, and (something like) dancing.

10) It Wouldn't Be Make-Believe | Explicit | 4251 words

It's been a few months since Harry left to focus on his career. Louis misses him every day, but especially tonight. Something is burning inside him, and what happens should come as a surprise, but it just fits them like a glove.

11) Shouldn't Have Said It | Explicit | 4941 words

Louis and Harry fight about something stupid because that’s what they do. And then they make up because that’s also what they do.

12) Can I Bite Your Tongue Like My Bad Habit? | Explicit | 5570 words

The hooters boy Louis fic where its Harrys 21st brithday and he gets cake in more ways than one.

13) In Doses At Night | Explicit | 6019 words

Harry eyes are trained on the slight crevice of Louis’ chest bathed in a purple hue, the darker colour of his nipples peeking out from behind the bralette.

A firm index finger and thumb grasp at his chin, pulling him from the daze, to make eye contact with Louis. Glittery eyeshadow amplifies the dazzling sparkle of the boy’s thin irises and blown pupils that are more prominent with intricately smudged liner. He’s the fuel for every wet dream Harry will have, as well as something to tie him over until their next time.

“Eyes on me,” he commands.

Swallowing, Harry nods as much as he can with his head gripped. The fingers drop from his face to hold both sides of Harry’s neck, Louis then, ironically, stuffs his shining chest in Harry’s face as he moves his legs to straddle the man’s lap.

In the brief moment of contact, Harry’s nose pressing into Louis’ left peck and dragging up towards the column of his throat, he breathes in deeply. Vanilla and cinnamon tingle his nostrils and coat the back of his saliva-filled mouth on the way down to his lungs where it sits above the arousal in his gut.

14) I'll Love You Endlessly | Not Rated | 6136 words

‘How was that darling?’ Harry asks.

‘Wonderful... It was wonderful...” Louis whispers, not seeming to be able to raise his voice more. He leans back in bed, grinning up at Harry.

15) Hold Me Tight | Not Rated | 8530 words

He collects plenty of money, and struts off the stage eventually, walking among his clients, half hoping for someone not too ugly to take him for the night so he can buy that new fur coat he saw the other day.

As he walks among the tables in the shadows, he spots an attractive man in his mid twenties. Short painted nails, a light blue suit that shows enough of his form to see he is strong. He is the guy. Louis circles around a couple more tables, and makes his way over to the man.

16) L'Amour De Ma Vie | General Aufiances | 8829 words

One where they meet at an impromptu ball in Paris during pre valentine’s week and things that happen after that are unplanned but meant to be.

17) Good Panic | Explicit | 14517 words

Louis is an Omega student studying botany at uni. He suffers from a disease trigger by the SFG (Soulmate Finder Gene). This is a disease that makes his scent strong, and alluring to all Alphas, but makes everyone, Alphas and Omegas alike, smell absolutely rancid. Everyone except for his Soulmate.

For three years he has used scent soothers, and neutralizers to keep himself safe. Even though the majority of the population deems him ungrateful of such a “blessing”. Who wouldn’t want to find their Soulmate. Right? No matter what the cost.

18) My Baby Honey | Explicit | 22508 words

The au in which Louis’ got a bad past, trust issues and is cold towards Harry who’s a bit weird but overall a genius.

19) The Kissing Booth | Not Rated | 28557 words

High school student Louis Tomlinson finds himself face-to-face with his long-term crush when he signs up to run a kissing booth at the spring carnival.

What happens when the crush just so happens to be his best friends older brother, Harry Styles.

20) Lust For Life | Explicit | 32708 words

The 1970s au where the pressure of being an aging starlet begins to weigh heavy on Harry's heart before he meets Louis.

21) Wishful Thinking | Explicit | 52627 words

"Well I have no escort with me, Mr.Tomlinson I'm asking you to be my fake date to my parent's ranch." Louis starts laughing at that, he clutches his hips because it's so goddamn funny but then when he realises Harry's not joking he looks up,

"You're not serious are you?"

22) How Many Times Will It Take (To Get This Right) | Explicit | 150303 words

Louis and Harry used to be good friends (and casual fuck buddies), until Harry's music career took off and he left for a world tour. Louis disappeared from his life after that and for the next four years Harry mourns the loss of his friend (and his lover) until fate brings them back together, and Harry's life turns upside down...again.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

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uomo-accattivante · 3 years ago

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Great, in-depth video/interview with Oscar Isaac and Jared Leto:

Oscar Isaac (“Dune,” “Moon Knight”) and Jared Leto (“House of Gucci,” “Morbius”) sat down for a virtual chat for Variety’s Actors on Actors, presented by Amazon Studios. For more, click here.

In “House of Gucci,” Jared Leto vanishes into a larger-than-life performance as fashion world ne’er-do-well Paolo Gucci. By contrast, Oscar Isaac’s turns in Paul Schrader’s “The Card Counter” (as William Tell, a poker player with a dark past in the Iraq War) and Denis Villeneuve’s “Dune” (as Duke Leto, the head of a powerful interstellar dynasty) are tightly contained.

But the two actors still find many similarities to discuss, including their future as Marvel superheroes — Leto’s Morbius and Isaac’s Moon Knight — and their alternate careers as musicians starting in the 1990s. Isaac fronted the ska-punk band the Blinking Underdogs, which he left in 2001 to study acting at Juilliard, and Leto is the lead vocalist and songwriter for Thirty Seconds to Mars, which still tours.

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OSCAR ISAAC: We have a lot of synchronicity with a lot of things. Some of our work that’s coming out, love of music and a real respect for the transformational part of performance.

JARED LETO: We both make music, and we both opened for Green Day.

ISAAC: Did you open for Green Day? That’s amazing!

LETO: It was a festival in Italy. This storm came outta nowhere and they shut the show down during our last song, and then Green Day actually never played. So technically, I don’t know if I did open for Green Day, but we were on the same bill.

ISAAC: We’re even more of a technicality. We played at the same festival, not even on the same stage. But we played beforehand. Still counts.

LETO: You were making music still with that particular band at the same time I was touring around, probably a lot of the same areas. We were signed in ’98, but our first breakthrough song was in 2006. So we had a lot of touring.

ISAAC: See, I went to drama school in 2001, so that’s when it really slowed down. And we were all based in Florida and never came near the amount of touring and success that you guys had. But that was the dream at first, you know, and that was really the first place that I really started performing for people and expressing, was musically on stage.

LETO: I remember when we played a show, and maybe there were 10 people there. And I was just so blown away that someone bought a T-shirt, like one shirt. I couldn’t believe that someone wasn’t embarrassed to wear our shirt. They actually spent their money to buy a fucking T-shirt because they liked the band and the music.

ISAAC: It’s like the first time you look out and there’s people that are singing along. You’re like, “They know this song? That’s crazy.” That’s an amazing feeling.

LETO: Our first album, it kind of got a cult following, it sold about 100,000 copies, but no one ever sang any of the songs. They were quite strange. I remember we opened for Incubus, and these are arenas full of people singing every word of every song. And I just thought, “Oh, we’re just not that kind of a band. That’s never going to happen to us.” But I was so wrong, and it is a beautiful thing when you do just look out and you’re like, “Wait, is that person … What’s going on there?” I guess they care enough and they’ve listened to the music enough and it’s connected in a deep enough way. I always thought that was a really pivotal part of the process. We make music, we make films, you create a character, you write songs, and then you give it away, and then people spend time with it and they make this connection to it.

ISAAC: How did you balance your acting aspirations with the music in those early days, like in ’98, ’99?

LETO: I really sacrificed the acting, to be honest. I guess the music was the primary focus, and I share the band with my brother. So it runs really deep, it’s a family project.

I was reading about your early days and that you went to an actual acting school. I remember when I was in art school I was studying to be a painter. I was still making music, but I would go visit the acting side of the school and I’d just be in awe of the actors and how brave they were to get up on that stage. It just blew my mind to see you guys do that. What was that like in the beginning for you? First you were on stage as a musician, and then an actor?

ISAAC: It’s funny, because when I was at acting school, I would go and look at the opera singers and the dancers and just be marveling at the theoretical knowledge that they have. I play everything by ear. I don’t know ever what I’m playing, but to see these people with their just vast amount of knowledge musically, they’re just savants. Juilliard primarily started as a music school. So to see that, I was astounded.

But yeah, I guess fifth and sixth grade I really got into plays, and it was also a really turbulent time at home with my parents divorcing, and so it just suddenly seemed like a real place of expression.

LETO: How did you get into a play? Was there a teacher at school?

ISAAC: Yeah, the assignment was to write a paragraph short story as an animal on Noah’s ark, and I wrote a musical that was like 20 pages. My teacher, Mrs. Stuckey, I still remember her, she was like, “We’re going to make this into a play and you’re going to be the main character, the platypus.” It was a weird Christian school where the plays that we would do were you just get up and lip sync to a preexisting track that would be a Christian story song about the devil and Jesus battling and having a boxing match in hell. [The next year,] I played the devil and I scared the teacher. And then girls started being interested in me, and I’m like, “This is amazing. I’ve found my calling.”

LETO: As soon as you played the devil, the girls came running.

ISAAC: I mean, that’s when it happened. Once I got into high school, I did a little bit of drama stuff in the beginning, but then I quickly moved over to music and I found this little crew, and we just started playing all the time. My dad, he’s played music his whole life and recorded music and made movies, just home movies with us. And so I really got the bug from him.

Do you approach any of your roles or breaking down a script or a character musically?

LETO: In the case of Paolo and “House of Gucci,” the voice was very musical. That lilting, melodious voice had a really wide range and specific register. Working as a singer for so many years, that’s taught me to be mindful about that.

ISAAC: What strikes me a lot about your work is your commitment to the transformational aspects of it. How did you find that way of working, that kind of commitment?

LETO: I’ve always loved immersive work. I’ve always admired that in actors. You know what it is, Oscar? I like to see people die for it. I really do. I like to see people bleed for it a bit. Whether you’re a painter or a singer or whatever it is, I love commitment, in athletes, in outdoor adventure, mountaineering. I think that kind of acting, for me, it’s big wall climbing. It’s the Himalayas, so to speak.

ISAAC: Is that why you gravitated towards Paolo?

LETO: Yeah, I think so. When I read the script, I just fell in love with the character. I didn’t know what he looked like and I didn’t really care. That wasn’t important to me, at that time. I just was struck by his heart and his humor. He had an impish quality about him. He had this spirit that I really related to, this desire to make something special and to share that with the world. And, of course, we all know a lot about failure, as well.

ISAAC: It’s such a heartbreaking scene, the one with Jeremy Irons, when [Paolo] comes in and shows all of his drawings and his designs, and there’s so much joy and excitement, and just the heartbreak that happens [when Irons’ character trashes the work]. It really feels like it’s a character that’s just trying to climb a greased pole the whole time.

LETO: That’s a good way to put it. That really is exactly what his life was like. The people closest to him were the very same people who never heard him, never supported him. It’s his family. That scene was my first scene. Jeremy Irons is just a legend. I was literally and figuratively shitting my pants. I could imagine what kind of diaper Paolo would wear. It was risky. I was just barfing Paolo up onto the set that day and everyone was seeing this for the first time. It was exciting and it was horrifying. But I remember seeing the drawings that I laid out, and I said, “Wow, they’re actually pretty good. There’s no reason that he should be shamed like this,” and then Ridley [Scott] comes up and says, “I’d like you to pull your pecker out and piss all over this scarf.” He had given me this wonderful gift, and it was the freedom to fail, absolutely. I love that. I want to be at that breaking point where I question my own abilities, where I’m on that tightrope. I love it as a singer and I love it as an actor.

What about you? Is that important to you when you’re working?

ISAAC: I’ve always been drawn to experiences that are way outside of my own. Those tend to be the characters that I get excited about. As I’ve done more work, what’s exciting is finding something that seems so far away and finding it, somehow, through my imaginative experience, I bridge that vast gap and suddenly feel like I’m living a life, even for just a few months of an experience that was completely unknown to me, but suddenly now exists. That’s a really magical thing that happens.

Sometimes, it can just be the voice being placed in a different place, and that difference creates a whole chain reaction of differences — the way you move and hold your chin and your shoulders. In the Schrader film, [it was] learning a new way of penmanship. I didn’t really know how to write in cursive, but I felt the character would write in cursive because it’s about control.

LETO: Did you read that script and say, “Oh, I have to play this part?” What was the thing about it that really attracted you to the role?

ISAAC: Paul Schrader. I think that’s what it was. One of the first auditions I ever had was for Paul Schrader, when I’d gotten out of drama school. It was in a little strip mall in the Valley somewhere, in a little black-box theater. It was for a movie called “The Jesuit” that never ended up happening, but I had gotten the part. And we kind of stayed in touch. When I saw “First Reformed,” I just wrote to him to tell him how amazing I thought it was and just what a beautiful film. And then, a year later, he sent me an email saying, “I wrote a script for you. Well, not for you, but you’re the first person I’m going to. Would you take a look?”

I didn’t totally understand it the first time I read it. He writes almost in a Harold Pinter kind of way. There’s so much space in-between the lines. He writes a lot of unconscious flow. But I knew I needed to do it and I wanted to do it. It had been a while since I had done something that was so point-of-view character study. I was a tiny, little movie, three million bucks, basically, in Biloxi for 20 days. I met with cardistry experts, just so it could look like I knew my way around a deck, and did a lot of research on trauma, and then went to my drama school with one of my old teachers, Moni Yakim, who’s been there since the beginning of Juilliard. We just worked with neutral masks and movement and rhythm.

LETO: What’s a neutral mask?

ISAAC: Basically, it’s just a blank mask that has no expression on it. It felt like this is this guy that wears a mask and, especially when playing poker, someone that doesn’t want to be seen. It was that kind of stuff — like you said, a full immersive experience.

LETO: And as far as the PTSD part of it all, tell me what you learned and what that was like to be in that place?

ISAAC: One of the books that Paul mentioned was “The Body Keeps the Score.” I don’t know if you’ve read that.

LETO: Oh yeah, I’ve read it.

ISAAC: It’s seminal writing on post traumatic stress disorder. That was a big point of reference for us. It’s about someone that has trauma because of the pain he inflicted on others. Then the national trauma— that’s what Paul’s amazing at, grafting a personal story onto a bigger one. “First Reformed,” it was this man who was dying of a disease on top of the world that’s dying of this environmental disease. And in ours, it was a person’s personal guilt grafted onto a nation’s guilt for what they’ve caused to others.

LETO: I feel like Paul Schrader in your film continues the tradition of the art movie. When I was young and even going to film school, I would just go to the art house theater. That was my teacher. I’m so glad that people are still making some of those films. Where are we going in the future with that? Where is that ecosystem of that culture of filmmaking?

ISAAC: You’re right, that was another feeling being on set with him. It felt subversive and punk rock. He purposefully does things to frustrate the audience at times. He’s like, “I know what you want here, and I’m not going to give it to you.” That’s a necessary part of this story and this style of storytelling, but it’s getting harder and harder these days. Luckily, I do think there is a lot of risk being taken in the streaming world. And something to talk about, too: we both jumped into the world of the Marvel hero. We both got these guys coming out that we did, both starting with the letter M!

LETO: Moon Knight and Morbius. Both interesting because [they’re] titles a lot of people are going to be introduced to for the first time, right?

ISAAC: I’d never heard of “Moon Knight” before, and I collected comics when I was younger. I’d heard of “Morbius,” but I’d never heard of “Moon Knight.” I don’t know how the process was for you because it’s a feature film, we’re a limited series. There was a lot of room to try stuff because there wasn’t the pressure that we got to make sure we make however many hundreds of millions of dollars on the opening weekend. So we could make it very point-of-view. We could make very weird decisions. At the moment, at least — and I don’t imagine it’s going to go backwards — it feels like that’s where more of the risk is being taken because it can financially.

LETO: I agree completely. It seems like there’s a lot of talent going in that area. It’s a beautiful thing that people are still interested in living with characters over a long period of time in this fragmented world where everyone’s just swiping on TikTok. I happen to have “House of Gucci” and “Morbius” both exclusively in theaters. So, we’re kind of like raising the flag and marching forward even the midst of COVID and everything.

ISAAC: “House of Gucci” did quite well for an adult drama.

LETO: Yeah. I think it was a film a lot of people went back to the theaters for the first time [to see]. I love cinema, I love theater, but I also love the idea that creative people can be flexible and not penalized for doing different kinds of work. You remember a time back in the day, if you did a series, it was either at the beginning or the end of your career. I like that there’s the flexibility there.

ISAAC: I still have that a little bit. It’s been very hard to let that go, that idea. And the truth is, my love is the cinema. I think there’s something incredible about the craftsmanship it takes to distill a story to a couple hours, give or take, with the beginning, middle, and end. That’s hard to beat for me.

LETO: Actually, “Dune” was the first movie that I went to the theater to see since before COVID.

ISAAC: Oh, wow.

LETO: It’s my first and only time back to the theater. I went by myself in New York. I snuck out and went by myself to the theater, and it was a beautiful experience and a beautiful performance as well. And you guys say, “Duke Lee-to”?

ISAAC: Duke Leto. Yeah…

LETO: Because it’s my fucking name.

ISAAC: I know, man!

LETO: It’s funny. I’m a super fan of “Dune,” both the book and the first movie. I thought it was genius.

ISAAC: And I saw the [SyFy] series too. When I got cast, I wrote to William Hurt because he played Duke Leto. And I just got his vibe on it. I met him on the Ridley Scott film, the “Robin Hood” movie.

LETO: Yeah, Denis. Of course, a gifted madman and “Blade Runner [2049]” was really a special one. I’m having these opportunities. I think it’s just confirmation that we’re living in a simulation because “Blade Runner,” one of my favorite movies of all time, watched it 700 times at least. And then I end up in the sequel, very strange.

And then there are these things that just come into play. Certain actors like Al Pacino was a person that taught me what was really possible. Taught me about choices. Taught about range. And with Paolo Gucci, I really felt like it was the opportunity of a lifetime. For me, Paolo was like, “This is the last role I’m ever going to play and I’m done.” I was just in love with the role, the experience, the challenge, the panic, the fear and just buried in all of it. It’s not like that every time.

ISAAC: Mm-hmm.

LETO: Having these moments and having Al there. I just remembered one day, he unleashed and he gave it to me. He brought something out of me in that moment. Jeremy did too. Jeremy has a way of putting angles on words, and syllables, and consonants — and throwing them at you like daggers, and they’ll hit you in the gut, and the heart, and the brain. There’s something about working with these older people, Oscar. There’s all these clichés about experience is overrated. But I have to say, wisdom is a beautiful thing, and it’s intoxicating to be around it.

ISAAC: Yep.

LETO: What’s the part that you’re dying to play?

ISAAC: There isn’t a role that I’m dying to go out and do. I generally get really excited about the possibility of working with people, like to work with Pacino, I would love that so much. I remember he came to “Hamlet.” I had invited him. And the way we did it was very much like, I look everybody [in the audience] in the eye and I talk to them, almost more like standup, even. I see him up there and I couldn’t resist: The moment when Hamlet sees the ghost of his father, I say [to Pacino], “My father, me thinks I see my father!” After intermission, I come back, and he’s moved three rows behind, and is wearing sunglasses. Probably made him so uncomfortable. But then he was so sweet and afterwards. We went out and talked, and he even gave me some thoughts about stuff.

So you know what? There are some plays I’d like to do. I’d like to do “The Caretaker” by Harold Pinter. I’d like to do Leontes in “The Winter’s Tale.”

LETO: And why theater? What do you get out of theater?

ISAAC: It’s the writing. I read those plays and there’s just something visceral that happens to me when I read them, particularly the Shakespeare plays. It collapses time when I read something, and it feels so immediate, and so true, and it’s so old. It just feels like you’re communing with something that’s outside of time and it’s like a magical, chilling feeling. Do you have any interest in theater?

LETO: No.

ISAAC: No. Even though you… How come? Because you do stage work, but with your music, and you’re an incredible actor.

LETO: My life is a theater, my friend. We tour relentlessly. I’m on stages all over the world. So I couldn’t imagine getting done with a global tour and saying, “Oh, let’s get on a stage over here.” I think it’s just not a need. I kind of have that itch scratched well and grateful for it.

ISAAC: Right.

LETO: My first love was film. I didn’t go to many plays. I’ve maybe been to five plays in my life and I haven’t read many plays, so it’s just something I’m not familiar with. Maybe if I educated myself more, I’d be fascinated by it. But I grew up on those films like “Blade Runner,” “Apocalypse Now,” or “Taxi Driver,” those kind of films that changed how we saw the world. That’s always been my first love. I don’t know how you do it. I mean, it seems like such an incredible commitment for that long a time. Aren’t you just in the middle of that saying like, “Just take me out the back and put me out of my misery?”

ISAAC: A little bit. But that’s like the Mount Everest climb, you know? That’s definitely what “Hamlet” was. It felt like out in the wilderness for a very, very long time, you know?

LETO: Yeah. I have a deep respect for that, and it seems like something very daunting, but maybe I need to come see you in a play and then I’ll be getting motivated to do it. But I don’t think anyone’s missing out on me not being in a play.

ISAAC: I don’t know, man. I feel like you’d have a lot to offer.

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lustbile · 4 years ago

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Warning: dom-ish haechan, semi public (alley way), oral&fingering, biting, blood consumption, & can maybe be interpreted as degrading but not really

notes: a resounding thank you to whoever gave haechan curls and horns im in love with you nct stylist person. I wrote this all today and it made me stupid so I will try to go through and do more editing. Also not that I think anyone would, but I made the edit for this, horns and all, and im asking politely no one repost it, i know it’s not the most extravagant edit but im asking u pls.

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You were trying to provoke him.

You were always trying to provoke him.

Everything you did, every move, blink, sigh, and turn was an attempt to pull him from the shadows.

To admit you’re addicted to him is embarrassing, degrading even, especially with the way it fills his chest and wild eyes with hunger and pride. His ego was one thing that never needed to grow, big enough to fill every nook and cranny of the universe, but something about the way your pretty eyes would glitter at him in awe pushed it over the edge in free fall.

The outfit you chose to wear was maybe a bit too revealing for the weather, the nipping cold dancing along your shoulders and thighs in a way that makes your stomach clench and your teeth chatter. But it was the same outfit you had worn on the night you had met him, the outfit that his greedy fingers tugged and pulled on to get access to your skin, and it still had the smallest of tears in the seem from his impatience that night.

But it got you attention, and that's what mattered in the end.

He had always had a jealous streak, something he’d deny sharply if you had the nerve to accuse him, but that didn’t change the fact that some of your best nights with him were spent after he showed up to remind you that your body and skin were for him only. And that jealousy was the exact thing you needed to get him to show his face again.

It had been far too long since you had felt him last. You had no clue where he could have possibly ran off to for such a long time, but that didn’t stop the fire that was building in your belly. And no matter how many times you tried, your own wandering hands were never enough to quench your body’s thirst like he could.

The man you spoke to at the club meant less than nothing to you, even when you felt his growing excitement pressing against your back when you agreed to dance with him. The sloppy kisses you allowed him to press against the skin of your neck felt no different than just air as your mind was too distracted by the man that had taken ownership of your heart and soul so long ago, regardless of his absence.

It didn’t feel long before the lights became too bright, the alcohol that sloshed in your cup too bitter for your tongue, and the smell of the strange man too stale and unfamiliar. But when you pushed away from his chest and checked the time on your phone, while you ignored his grumbled complaints of you being a tease, you saw that it was only a handful of minutes past midnight.

You had stayed out much longer than that before, much later in fact and with glee, but something in your chest, a heavy and daunting weight, was pulling you towards the entrance on unsteady feet and a taunting disappointment on your shoulders.

Your mind still felt muggy even after you broke away from the stuffy environment of the building, but you brushed it off as a combination of the minimal alcohol you’d consumed and the angry unsatisfied monster that had made home in your gut.

You had enough of a head on your shoulders to scan your purse for your pepper spray and pocket knife before you decided that maybe the short walk home would help clear your mind and disappointment. It was still cold, your icy fingertips begging for a uber or cab instead, but you were hoping the biting chill would help calm down whatever lustful beast you had become because of a man you couldn't even contact.

Your legs felt too heavy to carry with every step you took, your neck feeling like your necklaces were made from tons of lead instead of whatever cheap metal the random online store you had ordered them from used. You were grateful that the only company you had on the back streets you had chosen to take were the flickering street lamps and the skittering rats you could hear in each alley you passed.

You could almost taste the relief of the cheap bottles of wine you had stashed in your kitchen paired with a trashy netflix horror film when you turned onto your street, your apartment building somehow looking inviting with its old brick and foggy windows as it sat on the corner. The only thing stopping you from kicking off your heels and making a run for it being the memory of one of your less than polite neighbors dropping a large glass vase and not feeling any need to pick up the broken pieces before leaving for the day.

Instead you grit your teeth to help bear the pinching of your shoes, and break into a quick and awkward jog down the desolate stretch of sidewalk. Your eyes watering as you're met with icy air.

Peace and warmth and cheap familiar alcohol is only a few strides away when you hear it. To anyone else in the city it would have been no different than the sounds of an everyday creature scavenging in the trash for food, but you had lived here long enough to know what's a rat or raccoon or, in this case, a cat.

It was a stray you had befriended long ago, one that could climb and duck into your conveniently opened balcony door for a bowl of food and a scratch behind the ears. It was just a sweet little boy that was grey and covered with scratches and scars, but due to a no pet policy had to be kept labeled as a stray and a secret to your landlord.

You huff in frustration, assuming he would have been curled up on your couch when you returned home and not chasing rats in the alley next to your building, but he had always been mischievous from the day you met him. So with the hope that you could block his image from the security cameras, you turn and head into the dim light of the small alley.

You had lovingly dubbed him Oscar when you came home more than once to your trash can tipped over and learned he had a special love for garbage, and that name along with some weird chattering cooing left you mouth as you tried to coax him from whatever trash can he was creating chaos within.

Your teeth were already gritted and you back stiff as the playful feline found enjoyment in jumping out and scaring you in times like this and you assumed this time would be no different as his evilness seemed to only raise as it got deeper and deeper into the night. So you were already mentally prepared for an attack from an overly excited ball of fur, what you weren’t prepared for was a voice.

“What are you doing out so late?” the voice was gruff and slightly accusatory and made you all but jump completely out of your skin. And as you whip around in circles to try to find the face that the words feel from, you see your love and joy Oscar jump from the tallest trash can and scale the fire escape up to scramble back into your home like a guilty teenager that was caught by their mother.

“I asked you a question,” this time the words were followed by strong hands gripping your shoulders and a shrill yelp escaping your throat.

Your hand was pushing into your purse for at least one of your weapons as you squat to get out of the person's hold and turn to see their face, the grinning and prideful boy behind you washes you with a wave of relief before stabbing at you with annoyance.

“Haechan, what the fuck,” you whisper harshly as you pull your hand from your purse and stand up straight, your now free hand now moving to jab a rough finger into the dip of his chest, “how many times? How many times have I told you to not fucking sneak up on me like that. I know the pepper spray can’t hurt you and a stab wound would heal in like five minutes but that doesn’t mean I want to stab you, idiot.”

“Why not?” his head jerks back as if you said something dumb like the sky wasn’t actually blue or he wasn’t really the sexiest man to live, something that just has no logic behind it in the slightest, “like you said it would heal so maybe we could try, might be kinda hot.”

He punctuates his words by grabbing you roughly by the waist, his other hand wrapping gently around your neck before he pushes you against the rough brick behind you, the permanent evil glimmer in his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Do you ever get tired of being an absolute freak?” you thinly veiled insult doesn’t pack as much of a punch as you had maybe hoped, but when he begins to mouth at the skin of your jaw and cheek you can’t really find it within yourself to care.

“Well isn’t that why you like me?” he asks rhetorically as he starts to nip light bruises in the spots that blur your vision, “freaky me must be your favorite, because otherwise you wouldn’t be dressed the way you are.”

He’s no wrong, not even in the slightest, but the confident way in which he says it is enough to make you want to lie, “wanting you and liking you are two different things, no one ever said I liked you.”

“Oh but you want me,” the way in which he takes everything you say in strides without even batting an eye is bit infuriating, but the way his fingers tighten against your neck and push into your jugular is enough to make you melt against him, “that’s what you said so for once that’s not me putting words into your pretty little mouth. But don’t say you don’t like me, that’s a dirty lie and we both know it.”

“You don’t like when I lie?” you pout at him, trying to pull more and more reactions from him, “but some of your favorite things I say are lies, like how big you are and how well you fuc-“

“Alright that’s enough of you,” he interrupts, his fist tightening that much more and his other slipping from your waist to reach under the hem of your dress, a satisfied growl and his tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek being his reaction when he realizes the underwear he was grabbing for wasn’t there, “I’ve had to watch you prance around all night, letting a low down dog of a man touch you. And for what? My attention? Baby, you already have my attention.”

Your words stutter violently, the only sounds coming from your throat are whines and gasps as his fingers slip between your thighs and glide against the dampened skin, never staying on your clit long enough to give you the pleasure you need but enough to make you squirm.

“You were watching me?” you finally gasp out, before it clicks in your brain how dumb of a question it was. He told you a long time ago that he always will keep an eye on you, and knowing what he is and the things he can do, you had no reason to not believe him.

“I always am my pretty baby,” he coos before pressing teasing kisses to your open mouth, seemingly tasting and feeding off of every little noise that slips out, “and it hurts to see you let such a nasty man touch you where only I should. You didn’t even notice him following you out of that trashy club did you, silly thing?”

You jerk back as much as you can with the way he holds you, eyes widening at the news that you were apparently being followed without your knowledge. Every emotion that swims in your brain feels like its fighting for dominance, but with the way he chooses to dip his middle and ring fingers just barely past your entrance you’re struggling to cling to just one.

“God, you are so lucky to have me aren’t you? Who else would take care of creeps and make you feel good hm?” he tilts his head as he speaks, his breath warm against the side of your face before his tongue dips to lick at the shell of your ear, “no one can make you feel the way I do can they?”

“No,” you finally answer after a moment, the word coming out as an airy breath as his fingers finally sink in all the way. He wastes no time before curling them and pressing at the spot that makes your knees buckle, “please Haechan, need you so bad.”

“Oh is that one of those infamous lies of yours you were talking about?” he pulls away slightly, but shows no interest in slowing the motions of his hand, “well it can’t be can it? I can always tell you know? Can hear the way your heart picks up when you lie, much different than the way it does when you’re about to come for me.”

His wrist starts to move faster, the heel of his hand finally pressing and rubbing against your clit as the muscles of his forearm start to strain. The telling signs of your orgasm feel too sudden, too fast, and with his hand still constricting the blood that tries to flow to your head all you can do is let your eyes roll as your breathing comes out as small puffs.

“But since you’ve asked so nicely,” you can only let out a pathetic cry when he pulls his hand away from you suddenly, your lack of oxygen being the only thing stopping you from letting out a scream loud enough for the whole block to hear as he denies you of any stimulation. All you can do is let out incoherent babbling and whines as your hands reach up to dig your nails into the leather jacket protecting his forearms.

He releases your neck, your skin burning from the friction and the sudden amount of oxygen and blood returning to your head making you dizzy. And while your eyes roll as they try to refocus and your heart rate begins to slow to normal, he grabs your wrists and pushes your weakened form to be flush against the wall thats scrapes against your exposed skin.

“You are by far the best thing ive ever tasted,” he mutters, not concerned with whether you heard him or not, before his mouth latches to the side of your neck. He seems to find the most interest in the finger prints he left behind, as he pulls the tender skin between his sharp teeth and works to create a bruise that won’t leave you for another week.

Regardless of denying you a proper release, he considers himself to still be a generous guy. As his tongue lays flat against the burning skin of your neck, he starts to kick at your feet until your clumsy legs are falling apart wide enough for him to press his thigh against your skin, and in the exact way he predicted, you can’t help but to begin grinding helplessly against him.

One of the main reasons the dress that you currently wear is one of his favorites, is the neckline. Low enough to show the expanse of your chest and just enough of your cleavage to make him salivate. He’s as transparent as glass with this love, especially as he mouth travels down between your collarbones and sternum.

You can hear a quiet pop in the fabric of the neckline when he bites down and begins to pull it with him as he sinks down to the floor, the huff you let out being both in frustration from him further ruining a nice dress and your impatience.

The straps dig harshly into the skin of your shoulders before they give and fall, the sudden lack of support making it easier for Haechan to take the fabric and expose your chest to the cold air.

The look in his eyes when you look down is mean and predatory, you fear one day he’ll snap and consume you whole, but for today he settles for wrapping his swollen lips around your nipple and sucking harshly.

Your hips quicken involuntary, broken moans filling the empty alley as you twitch and squirm in his hold. He seems to grow irritated at your impatience as he shoves your wrists back harshly, his knuckles audibly scraping against the brick.

“You can never be patient to save your life,” his head tilts forward and he presses his forehead against your sternum with a huff before he’s leaning back up to press a sloppy kiss against your panting mouth, “you’re lucky I missed you so much or otherwise you’d be in for a lot longer of a night.”

He keeps your wrists trapped in his hold as he moves to kneel on the ground, the rough and dirtied pavement doing nothing to help the tears that already litter his jeans.

You feel your face flush when he lets go of one wrist and uses his newly freed hand to shove the hem of your dress up and around your hips, and the burning beneath your skin only worsens when he leans forward and breathes deeply with his nose pressed against your pubic bone.

He leans back for a moment, his hand wrapping around the bend of your knee to pull your leg to rest on his shoulder and you feel your shoulder sting from the wall cutting into your skin from him moving you like a doll.

“Haechan,” you whisper his name out with a pout that you hope will get you exactly what you want, but you can only huff and petulantly twitch when he begins nipping and licking at the skin on the insides of your thighs.

His teeth are sharper than most, and he usually airs on the side of caution because he’s aware of this. His bites are gentle for the most part, but when you begin to peak in your feelings of impatience, you can’t help the way your hips begin jerking forwards in search of his tongue.

His palm pushing against your hip is his first warning, a generous one in his opinion, but when the warning seems to fly completely over your pretty little head he has no other choice but to lean forward and sink his teeth into delicate skin at the bend of your thigh.

You cry out for a second before you’re tucking your lip between your teeth. It stings terribly, the skin breaking around his teeth burns but you can’t stop the way you revel in the sharp pain. And at the exact same moment you taste the metallic ting of the blood falling from your bitten lip, you feel the same warm thick liquid drip from the wounds he’s created and straight into his grinning mouth.

More blood falls freely when he pulls his teeth from your flesh, his warm tongue flattening against the injury immediately to catch as much of the liquid as possible.

He laps at it for a moment, savoring as much of the taste of your life source as possible, before he starts at the bottom of the bite mark and drags slowly up.

Once his tongue moves off the wound, he continues across your skin. The moment he hits your labia, you let out a gasp and jerk against him again, your mind completely erasing the fact that the bite was meant to be a punishment for that exact thing.

He seems to have forgotten him wanting you to remain still, as he doesn’t hesitate in the slightest until his licking across your stil swollen bundle of nerves.

He moans as the flavor of your arousal mixes with the still lingering taste of your blood, the vibrations shooting straight up your spine and making you shiver.

He tilts his head up to smile at you, his eyes shining as he grabs your hands and moving them to thread into his curled hair.

“Why are you shivering?” he asks with a faux concern, his right hand smoothing over your thigh before pushing between your legs to return his fingers to their spot inside of you, immediately pumping and curling them slowly, “are you cold or something? Maybe it’s because you’re in such a skimpy little dress?”

You groan out in annoyance at his playful act, your eyes rolling back but for once not in pleasure. It’s not until he starts to proudly giggle to himself do you exploit the hold you have on the back of his head to push him back to your body.

You fear that being shoved around may be the exact thing Haechan would have wanted, when he happily moans before latching his lips to your clit again, but the pleasure that melts your muscles erases any need to call him out on his deviousness and perverted enjoyment.

He seems happy with your moving hips when they start to move against his waiting face. Your fingers mindlessly and desperately tug at his scalp as your head tilts back and thumps against the wall.

The hand that isn’t pressed deeply inside you slides across your hip, his callused fingers making goosebumps run up your arms as they push into your lower belly.

You can feel yourself fluttering around his fingers as the curl and push apart, your thighs tensing around his bobbing head as he licks and bites gently at your clit. It feels like it’s harder to catch your breath and you know you’re only moments from orgasm.

“Please, please,” you start to stutter the word over and over, praying both that he lets you come and that you’re neighbors are deep enough in sleep to not hear the noises you know will escape you.

You almost cry in relief when you feel his shoulders shift, his face and fingers both pressing deeper from the movement in a way that tells you he has no intention on letting up on your shivering body.

His blunt nails start to scratch into your skin and you can feel his heavy panting breath against your skin every time he begins to lap at you desperately. You can feel your muscles lose even more strength, and your head becoming heavier and dazed as he coaxed you closer and closer to your finish.

Your shoulders twitch up towards your ears and you feel your stomach clench as your back curves, small whines and whimpers leave you as the heel of your foot thumps against the space between his shoulder blades.

You gasp out when you feel it, them. They start as small bumps beneath your palms, and you feel your chest tighten when it clicks what they are.

He’s always had a good hold on controlling them, keeping them hidden so he can wreak havoc without being clocked as something inhuman. They had peaked out a few times, usually in moments like this, but it’s such a rarity that you can’t stop the way your heart begins to thump in your chest.

Out of everything about him, you were obsessed with all of him, but you loved his horns the most. They were small and sharp at the side of his head and the way he looks when they’re poking out amongst his curled hair, and especially when he was grumpy or mad, made you want to jump on him and kiss him all over.

You were so caught up and distracted by them growing to full size directly under your hands you forgot how sharp they were at their tapered ends. The reminder you get is when they sharply down push into your palms like thorns.

You gasp sharply, but the way they curl makes you afraid to pull away. It makes you tremble and flush with embarrassment, but the pain bleeding into your hands is the last straw on your nerves. All you can do is wrap your now bleeding hands around the horns and cry out into the cold air as your erratic hips move across his face.

He groans deeply against you as your nails scrape at the skin that surrounds the base of his horns, the feeling of his and his still moving tongue pushes you through and past your gasping orgasm.

You sign in relief when he finally detaches from your body, his mouth moving up to press your hip and across the space of your stomach the dress reveals. He puts your leg down slowly and he creeps back up your torso, now hyper aware of your wounded hands still stuck on his horns.

“Sorry my love, they’re kinda sharp aren’t they?” he rhetorically asks with a soft but guilty grin. He stays ducked down enough that your hands don’t go too high that they start to slip, and he follows with his own to help you detach them.

“I just keep making my mark on you tonight huh?” he sighs as he stands at full height and brings your still bleeding hands to his face. You grit your teeth and scrunch your nose when he gives you a knowing look that says ‘we both know what I have to do.’

He is quick and gentle when he swipes his tongue across the deep cuts in your hands, not wanting it to sting more than necessary.

A teasing grin fills his face when he looks up to see the tired pout on your face, “just like the one on your leg, there won’t be anything left than a bruise if you just wait like an hour,” he’s sincere in his words, and you know it works, but you still feel all wounded and tired.

“Take me home,” you demand, wrapping your slowly healing hands around his shoulders and leaning until your head rests against his shoulder.

“Hey now,” he contradicts his tone by wrapping his arm around your waist and helping guide you walk to your apartment, “you still have to feed Oscar, and take a shower, and I’m not even full yet so you have to let me play with you until I wear you out.”

His tone is far too genuine and loving for the words he says, and you swat weakly at his chest in annoyance, but all he does in response is a laugh.

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